money player

Yangcheng.

In a secluded office.

"Comrade Zhou Lan, take a look at this photo."

“Hey, sir, this woman looks about 80% like me.”

"Her name is Cen Peipei, the most favored and capable concubine of the big capitalist Xian Yaowen. Xian Yaowen is an extremely complex person. He has the tendencies of a red capitalist and also flirts with the Taiwanese side. In Hong Kong, he has bribed a large number of British officials, soldiers and police to ensure that his trade business is unimpeded. He has a lot of business in Singapore, Paris, London and New York, and has also built a network of relationships within the US military."

The organization's attitude towards him was to utilize, be wary of, and engage in united front work. Because you and Cen Peipei resembled each other, the leader personally appointed you as the deputy leader of the Haiyan Group. You immediately rushed to Hong Kong to assist "Aunt Zhang" in implementing the Returning Swallow Plan, escorting scientists stranded overseas back to China to participate in national construction.

"Yes."

"Comrade Zhou Lan, the Guihong Plan is related to our national security and industrial development. It is extremely important. The intelligence agencies of the United States, Britain, and even the Soviet Union will try to prevent the plan from being completed smoothly. You have a heavy responsibility, but you must complete the plan at all costs."

"Commander, I guarantee the mission will be accomplished."

"Your code name is Xian Sheng."

On the sea, a fishing boat.

A harmonica plays "Auld Lang Syne," while a pistol is pressed against the back of a kneeling man's head.

"I am guilty, and I have no regrets about dying, but my wife and children are innocent. Please spare them."

"No one bothered them."

"Come on, give me a quick death."

Bang, a clean and crisp shot; bang bang, two follow-up shots in quick succession.

The executioner put away his gun, drew the dagger from his chest, dug around on the corpse, dug out three deformed bullets, wrapped them in oil paper, and put them in his pocket.

He waved his hand, and immediately two people stepped forward, stuffed the body into the oil drum next to them, filled it with mixed mortar, sealed the oil drum, and pushed it into the sea.

With a splash, a diver jumped into the sea after the oil drum and continued to dive.

After a long while, the diver surfaced and gave a thumbs-up to the people on the boat.

The fishing boat started up and headed towards the dock.

Suddenly, a voice rang out, "Captain, shouldn't we spare his child?"

"You think they'll thank us if we let the children go? No. The older one is old enough to understand. Once he grows up and has the ability to find out about us, you, me, everyone's wives and children will become his targets for revenge. Do you want to be forced to watch your wife and daughter be gang-raped?"

Silence, stillness, no one spoke anymore, only the clattering of the engine.

Once the boat docks, the people on board leave and blend into the city, becoming ordinary members of the masses.

The captain arrived alone at the Rebirth Brick Factory, guarding three corpses ranging in height from 110 centimeters to 49 centimeters. He took out his harmonica and played "Auld Lang Syne" once again.

Naval Club.

Griffith London sat at the piano and played Mozart's Serenade No. 13.

His ornaments were played with a feather-like touch, as if the keys were breathing; each note in the running phrases was crystal clear, like icicles falling to the ground; the counterpoint lines in the left-hand bass voice were distinct from the melodic texture, showcasing an architectural structure; the ghostly treatment of the sustain pedal allowed the harmonic resonance to float in the air.

His piano skills were profound, and listening to him play should have been a pleasant experience, but Mary, who had booked the entire venue, felt extremely uncomfortable.

Mary, whose surname was Grantham, was the second daughter of Governor Grantham of Hong Kong. She studied at St. Paul's Secondary School and was a junior of Sin Yuk-chun.

In the British civil service system, the position of Governor of Hong Kong is not considered a high-ranking one, but due to its geographical location, this position is particularly important. As Governor of Hong Kong, Grantham enjoyed many privileges, which also extended to his family.

Mary would take a private car to the Peninsula Hotel every week to learn piano, with the expenses covered by the Hong Kong government. She had a sinologist with a background in MI6 who taught her Mandarin and Cantonese, and a French tutor, Olga Petrova, who taught her French and Russian.

Everything was fine. She was enjoying privileges she didn't like, being a happy high school student. During breaks, she would run to the banyan tree to buy a piece of candy and slowly chew it, while secretly chatting with her Chinese female classmates about the suggestive scenes in the Friendship Film Studio.

Suddenly, MI5 arrived, saying that her teacher was a Soviet spy and that they had brought her here. She was terrified.

As the piece ended, Griffith's fingers left the piano keys, he took out a cigar pouch from his suit pocket, carefully trimmed and toasted a cigar, lit it, took a puff, and slowly walked toward Mary.

“Miss Ge Lianghong, don’t be afraid, it’s just a routine question.”

Looking at little Griffith's warm smile, Mary didn't feel any warmth. Instead, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and the hairs on her body stood on end.

When did Olga Petrova start working as your tutor?

“Last year, after Christmas last year.”

"Besides studying, what else has she talked to you about?"

"The teacher only teaches the class and never talks to me about anything else."

"Nothing else to talk about? She didn't even talk about her hometown, Moscow?"

"No."

"you sure?"

"I am sure."

Little Griffiths suddenly switched to Mandarin and said, "Chen Mingyuan, son of Taiwan Air Force Major General Chen Jiashang, came to Hong Kong in March this year with a diplomatic passport and has been staying at the Peninsula Hotel. Have you seen him?"

Upon hearing the name Chen Mingyuan, Mary's gaze flickered, avoiding direct eye contact with Griffith's seemingly penetrating gaze. "I've met him."

"At the Peninsula Hotel?"

"Yes."

"Have you two chatted?"

"Yes."

"What to talk about?"

French literature.

What's your impression of him?

"He's not a bad person."

"Chen Mingyuan is a liaison officer for Taiwan's Ministry of National Defense, responsible for intelligence work related to Hong Kong."

"He's a spy?" Mary exclaimed in surprise.

“Chen Mingyuan’s mission is to arrange a marriage with you.” Little Griffiths threw out a statement that made Mary question her existence, then added warmly, “Miss Glenn, thank you for your cooperation. You may leave now.”

After Mary left, completely bewildered, Sophia, with a cigarette dangling from her lips, approached young Griffith. "What do you think of the arranged marriage?"

"Marriage alliances would excessively provoke the CCP."

“Even if we agree, it won’t work,” Sofia said, exhaling a puff of smoke. “The left-wing unions will be a problem.”

Little Griffiths remained noncommittal, then asked, "How did you end up here?"

“A nail we buried in the Jinji Trading Company has been dug out; it was just sunk into the sea two hours ago.”

"The one developed in cooperation with Taiwan?"

"Correct."

"Her true identity has been discovered?"

"I'm not sure, probably not."

Little Griffith chuckled, "If his true identity is discovered, Adam won't touch him, given his personality."

"There's one more thing. The CIA is investigating Adam. Should we give him a heads-up?"

"No rush, let's see how Adam responds first."

"Cousin, cousin, it's over."

"Received, cousin, over."

"The Communist Youth League member ship just passed by and may have seen something it shouldn't have seen. Should we intercept it? Over."

"There's no need. The Communist Youth League member's account is shady and won't cause trouble. Over."

“Copy.”

On the Communist Youth League member's account.

Captain Nikolai Orlov wiped the fine sweat from his brow, relieved that no unexpected trouble had occurred.

He cursed his bad luck, never expecting to stumble upon a transaction between the rampant Da Tian Er and the Taiwanese gunboats. Fortunately, the other party was wary of his motherland and did not dare to kill him to silence him, otherwise the entire crew would have been doomed.

He came down from the wheelhouse to the deck and glanced at the mountain of Siberian timber. His gaze lingered on a few pieces for a moment.

Most of the timber being hauled was hollow, containing T-34 tank blueprints and Czech-made machine guns. If it couldn't be delivered to its destination, Hainan Island, and something went wrong en route, he would bear a heavy responsibility.

In the cabin.

Twelve low-ranking North Vietnamese officers hummed "Cassava Flower," a song explicitly forbidden by the Viet Minh, while chewing on dry anti-French cakes.

Kangfa cake is made from a mixture of tapioca flour and corn cob flour. It has a texture like sawdust and can easily cause intestinal obstruction. It can be classified as something that is not meant for human consumption, but it was the staple food for soldiers and civilians in most parts of North Vietnam.

There was no other way. The evil French devils implemented a scorched earth policy, destroying the rice paddies of the Red River Delta, which accounted for 60% of North Vietnam's grain production. The Red River floods destroyed 15 hectares of farmland. The Thai Nguyen and Lang Son regions suffered crop failures due to locust plagues. In addition, the even more evil American devils imposed an embargo. All these factors led to a severe food shortage in North Vietnam. It was a blessing to be able to eat anti-French cakes.

However, the hard times will soon be over. The 5 tons of rice donated by our kind neighbor is on its way, and my father, mother, and brother will soon be able to enjoy fragrant white rice porridge.

Central, Queen's Road Central.

In the office of the Soviet state-owned trading company Technoexport, secretary Lyudmila stands at the window, gazing at a newly opened company across the street—Burke Diamonds.

Lyudmila was born in Leningrad in 1925. Her father was a Soviet Red Army intelligence officer. In 1945, she was selected for the Swallow School, a secret school established by the Soviet Ministry of State Security, specializing in seduction and psychological manipulation. In 1949, she disguised herself as a Polish refugee and infiltrated Hong Kong.

She had been in Hong Kong for almost two years, quietly playing the role of a secretary, going to get off work and coming home, living a mundane life, and had almost forgotten that she was an intelligence agent. But today, her peaceful life was shattered.

Joseph Burke is ostensibly a Belgian Jewish diamond merchant, but in reality, he is a CIA agent codenamed Goldsmith.

According to reports from Moscow, Joseph Burke's trip to Hong Kong was to establish channels for transferring funds secretly into the mainland border region to support forces dissatisfied with the new regime and to instigate separatism.

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This chapter was a bit difficult to write; I needed to find the right balance, and after many revisions, only this much remains. (End of Chapter)