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After comforting Cai Jinman, Xian Yaowen and Cai Jinman talked about the child for a while.

Once Cai Jinman became pregnant, she immediately returned to Singapore to prepare for childbirth, ensuring the child's birth there and continuing the Cai family's Peranakan bloodline. As mentioned before, the child has two names: Xian Weixin/Xin and Cai Xianrong/Rong, legally bearing the Cai surname.

He loves Singapore, and his children will consider the country their home, regard the nation's economy and finance as their inheritance, and the people of the county as their own, vowing to defend it to the death, even to the last drop of their blood.

The Singapore Special Branch (SSB) was established in August 1948 in response to the Malayan Communist Party uprising. It was under the command of the police force and headed by a deputy commissioner of police.

Its main functions are to monitor Chinese schools, labor unions, left-wing organizations, and CCP peripheral organizations; investigate subversion, incitement, and illegal assemblies; and establish political background files on Baba Nyonya, Chinese businessmen, and Progressive Party elites.

Inside the director's office.

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, Sin Yuk-chun stepped forward, shook hands with Director Morris with composure, and said in a concise and cold tone: "007."

“Maurice”.

Xian Yuzhen's expression hardened, and she went straight to the point: "Where is the target?"

"Nanyang Hotel on Moss Street, second room on the third floor, for a total of four people, three men and one woman."

Which is the primary objective?

“The woman is the primary target,” Morris said succinctly. “Her name is Guan Muxue, Guan Wenshan’s niece.”

"Guan Wenshan of the China Zhi Gong Party?"

"Yes."

Xian Yuzhen's gaze darkened slightly as she pressed, "How many properties does the Emperor still own in Malaya?"

Upon hearing this, Morris reached for a brown paper file bag on his desk and handed it to her.

Xian Yuzhen took the file, quickly flipped through a few pages, and then quickly closed it. She looked up at Morris, her tone calm but with an undeniable certainty: "I want to access the full-time surveillance records of all Chinese rubber plantation owners."

Morris's expression darkened slightly as he lightly tapped his fingertips on the table, his tone carrying a bureaucratic caution and weighing of options: "The wiretapping files on the wealthy Chinese are encrypted and not within the scope of regular access."

Xian Yuzhen smiled faintly, "What I want is not regular access, but anonymous access, without recording or archiving."

Morris's expression changed. "Do you know the consequences of doing this?"

"The punishment for being heard by the disciplinary committee is dismissal, being blacklisted, being banned from public office for life, and, oh, also being forcibly deported back to Great Britain."

Sin Yu-chen spoke casually, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a slip of paper, which she placed on the table. “Great Britain’s overseas territories are shrinking, and the downsizing and reduction of its massive intelligence agency is inevitable. What will become of the intelligence personnel in Malaya and Singapore?”

Morris's fingertips slowly traced the cool wood grain of the tabletop, his expression suddenly turning serious. He reached out and picked up the thin paper, quickly scanning a few lines of text before looking up at Xian Yuzhen, his eyes swirling with complex and melancholic emotions.

"You work for Old Boys?"

The Old Boys Club, internally referred to as the Club or Circle, but publicly known as the Old Boys, is an informal, hereditary elite interest community that monopolizes intelligence power in the upper echelons of MI6 and the colonies, relying on a closed loop of public schools, Oxford/Cambridge, the upper class, and personal connections.

To put it bluntly, the Old Boys Club is a corrupt interest group within the upper echelons of British intelligence agencies that abuses its power for personal gain.

Xian Yuzhen waved the file bag in her hand and said noncommittally, "London is very dissatisfied with the situation in Malaya and Singapore. They asked me to inquire why so many Chinese rubber plantation owners are suspected of being communist sympathizers, and why the blacklist of communist sympathizers changes so frequently."

Morris calmly smiled and said, "SSB has a heavy workload, is severely overstaffed, and is short of funds."

“I need an investigation report,” Xian Yuzhen said meaningfully.

Morris nodded slightly. "Okay."

"The Met Office forecasts report that London will be particularly cold this Christmas, with a coal shortage and no idea what to use to light the fireplace."

"That's terrible news. Maybe Santa Claus will bring a surprise."

Xian Yuzhen shrugged, "I hope some Finns will come to my house as guests."

Morris chuckled and replied, "They could also be Turkish."

"It doesn't matter," Xian Yuzhen shrugged. "As long as the guest is wearing red."

When would you like to access the records?

"Is tomorrow okay?"

"no problem."

Half an hour later, the police surrounded the Nanyang Hotel, and the Bawangfu War Hall was mobilized, successfully apprehending the four targets. Three men were immediately taken to a secret base for rigorous interrogation, while Guan Muxue was transferred separately, all the way to the Xian residence on Oxley Road.

An hour later, Xian Yuzhen and Guan Muxue sat a few seats apart.

Guan Muxue wore a specially made blindfold over her face, completely opaque and blocking out all light sources. At this moment, she looked no different from a blind person.

Xian Yuzhen carried the coffee pot, calmly filled two cups with dark coffee, gently pushed one of them in front of Guan Muxue, then picked up her own cup and took a small sip.

“Ms. Guan, your three comrades have been taken to the interrogation room. They're bound to suffer some torture.” Her tone was calm and unwavering. “But don’t worry, my colleagues have assured me that they’ll get them talking within three hours…”

"Pah!" Before the words were even finished, Guan Muxue, relying solely on the sound to pinpoint the location, suddenly spat out a mouthful of phlegm, her voice icy and chilling, "Willing to be a lackey of the British, utterly despicable!"

Xian Yuzhen gracefully stepped aside, her clothes untouched by any stain. She then sat up straight, glancing indifferently at the filth on the floor, her brows furrowing slightly.

“It’s not right to make the floor dirty and then have to trouble the servants to clean it, Madam Guan.” Her tone remained calm, without a trace of anger, and she continued slowly, “At the Malayan Communist Party’s internal meeting this year, Chin Peng ZSJ repeatedly mentioned that political power grows out of the barrel of a gun and emphasized that the proletariat must firmly grasp armed forces. I wholeheartedly agree with this point.”

She slightly raised her eyes, her smile cold and indifferent: "The maid who cleans my house is very strong. I specially provided her with two Czech-style guns. She is a true proletarian and has always hated young ladies like you who come from wealthy and powerful families."

If she gets angry and attacks you for five minutes later, I hope you will remain calm, not discourage the proletarian sisters, and not be stubborn and become a stumbling block to the world revolution.

After speaking, she put down her coffee cup, picked up Stalin's "Marxism and Problems of Linguistics" from the coffee table, turned to the chapter she had paused reading at last, and continued studying dialectics, which is known as advanced logic or the logic of worldview.

There's a saying that goes, "The person who knows you best is not your friend, but your enemy."

Her official duty was to deal with the Malayan Communist Party, although she had been doing it half-heartedly. However, in order to better deal with the enemy, she was fulfilling her responsibilities.

She had long since figured out the "sacrifice" of those on the front lines, and was now in the process of exploring animal control techniques.

"Play the 'Wedding in a Dream' disc."

She didn't want to listen to Guan Muxue's nagging, not because she couldn't stand foul language, but because Guan Muxue wasn't part of her "three-person group" and probably certainly wasn't qualified to be her mentor.

"Yes."

The Sin House in Hong Kong.

Wang Xiamin walked slowly into the living room, looked at Xian Yaowen who was embracing Cai Jinman, and gently reminded him, "Master, the toasting is about to begin."

Xian Yaowen slowly withdrew his hand from Cai Jinman's waist and nodded slightly to Wang Xiamin: "I'll go down now."

After he finished speaking, he got up from the sofa, walked to the gift-carrying pole, squatted down slightly, steadily picked up the pole, and silently followed behind Wang Xiamin, slowly walking out the door.

Reaching the stairs, he asked, "How's it going in Vancouver?"

Wang Xiamin suddenly paused, a hint of surprise rising in her heart. She never expected that her husband would bring up matters far away in Vancouver at the very moment when the banquet was in full swing and toasts were about to be offered. But she remained calm and composed, quickly regaining her composure.

"I registered a curry development company in the middle of last month, and HK Consulting established a branch in the latter half of the month to start setting up the company. In a few more days, the company will be able to operate normally."

How much money is left in the account?

"Less than 5 Canadian dollars."

Do you know what's the most valuable thing in Canada?

“Land,” Wang Xiamin said without hesitation. “Canada has no foreign investment access scrutiny, no nationalization of mining rights, and no strong nationalism.”

Land is privately owned, and surface rights and underground mining rights are sold together; buying land means buying all mineral rights. Federal/provincial governments encourage exploration, and exploration rights can be freely transferred, mortgaged, and inherited without quotas or approval barriers.

Also…land is cheap; the best land is only twenty or thirty Canadian dollars per acre, and the less desirable land is four or five. Once raw land is developed into cultivated land, you can make a good profit just by farming. If you're lucky enough to find a mine underground, you can earn even more.”

“You’re right,” Sin Yiu-man said with a faint smile. “Less than one-tenth of Canada’s land area has been mapped at a scale of 1:10. The western grasslands, the northern permafrost, and the Atlantic provinces are almost entirely unmapped.”

The Canadian Shield, the Western Cordillera metallogenic belt, the Saskatchewan Basin, and Newfoundland are all world-class metallogenic belts, but so far only scattered small deposits have been discovered.

Current exploration methods are outdated, relying solely on surface outcrops, simple magnetic methods, and manual trenching, which are simply insufficient for exploring deep or concealed mineral deposits.

The current global mining focus is on gold and uranium, while other minerals are neglected. However, some minerals are actually more profitable to mine than gold.

Diamonds?

"Not only that, but there are others. In the next twenty years, the world's main problems will be ideology, war, and imperial rivalry, but these problems have little to do with the lower classes. They have no power to change anything and can only accept their fate."

"Sir, would you like to ask if we'd like to eat?"

"Hmm." Xian Yaowen nodded and smiled. "Having enough to eat is the most important issue for people at the bottom of society. To extend that, it's about increasing food production. Have you read the report I asked you to get from the Saskatchewan Geological Bureau?"

Wang Xiamin nodded. "In 1942, oil drilling in southern Saskatchewan first struck a potash layer. In 1943, it was officially confirmed to be a world-class giant potash belt, distributed in the central and southeastern parts of Saskatchewan."

“Potassium deposits have been confirmed there. In the past seven or eight years, dozens of exploration boreholes have been drilled, confirming that the reserves are extremely large and the grade is extremely high. However, the Canadian government has not made this information public.”

Xian Yaowen carried the gift basket with unhurried steps, his expression cold and his tone carrying an unyielding depth: "Since the mineral deposits are confirmed, why the deliberate secrecy? Is it a unified order from the federal government, or a private instruction from a few interest groups? You must investigate this matter thoroughly."

He paused briefly, his gaze fixed on the ground below, before abruptly changing the subject and adding an unexpected remark: "Also, if there's enough time, we'll have our wedding in Vancouver this Christmas."

Wang Xiamin froze, her heart jolted, and her usually calm and composed expression vanished instantly.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly lowered her eyes. Her fingertips clenched unconsciously, her chest instantly filled with unexpected joy. Her lips parted slightly as she murmured repeatedly, "Wedding... Master wants to have a wedding with me..." (End of Chapter)