My spy diary

Chapter 139: Need to add more money (please vote for me)
Director Zhang was drinking tea comfortably when he saw a group of plainclothes officers from the Secret Service rushing in.

His face was livid, and he suppressed the anger in his heart. He thought it was not over yet, right? After all, I am a director, even if you are from the Secret Service, you can't bully people like this, right?
Whoever becomes an official these days does not have some background and support, if he is really pushed to the edge
Seeing Zhang Yi who came in last, he took out a breath and asked in a deep voice:

"Major Zhang, what happened again?"

He secretly thought how long it had taken to send this evil star away, and why did it come again.

Zhang Yi ignored him, walked straight to the sofa and sat down, put the loaded pistol on the table, and then looked at Director Zhang intently.

"What happened again?"

"Just now, in the process of arresting Japanese spies, Captain Gao of your police station secretly leaked information to the Japanese spies. After being exposed, he committed suicide by taking poison.
If I remember correctly, a few hours ago, someone swore here that there could be no Japanese spy Director Zhang in the police station. What do you say now? "

"Gao Jianfu?" These three words burst out from between his teeth. Director Zhang's face was gloomy, with a look of disbelief.

"Isn't it a mistake?"

"The evidence is conclusive. People from your police station were at the scene at the time. How could it be wrong? Director Zhang, I guess you have to come with us."

"This is a misunderstanding, sir. Even if Gao Jianfu is a Japanese spy, it has nothing to do with me. The most I am guilty of is negligence." Director Zhang rubbed his hands and tried his best to control his nervousness, but the panic in his eyes still exposed his weakness and Powerless.

'If I didn't have direct evidence, why would I still be talking nonsense to you? '

Zhang Yi sneered and said calmly:
"It doesn't seem to matter, but Gao Jianfu was able to rise all the way to the position of captain. In addition to his outstanding abilities, he must also be knowledgeable about people and the world. I don't believe that Director Zhang didn't receive gifts from him?"

"Before the incident, it was called a favor, but now, haha, this is irrefutable evidence of spying."

Zhang Yi said it in an understatement, but Director Zhang was shuddering.

Not only had he received gifts from Gao Jianfu, he had received them more than once. This...
Director Zhang's waist that was straight just now suddenly bent down. He licked his face to make himself more humble, glanced at Zhang Yi, rubbed his hands, and whispered:
"Major Zhang, can you say a few words in private?"

Seeing Zhang Yi's silence, he instantly understood. Silence is ambiguity, and ambiguity is favoritism. He just doesn't know what price he will pay this time. He has experienced Zhang Yi's ruthless tactics.

Seeing Director Zhang being so aggressive, Zhang Yi put away his pistol and said to his subordinate:
"You guys wait for me outside."

"Yes."

Seeing that everyone had gone out, Director Zhang breathed a sigh of relief and sighed:

"Some people resign and return to their hometown, while others rush to the exam hall at starry night. Young people don't know the feeling of sorrow, and they only know how difficult it is to travel when they are old.
Major Zhang, the Secret Service is so high up there that you don’t know the difficulties at the grassroots level. Although I have only been the director for half a year, I still feel like I am sitting on pins and needles every day."

Zhang Yi scoffed, are you still considered a grassroots person? Why don’t you find it difficult when receiving gifts?
Seeing that Zhang Yi was silent, Director Zhang sighed again, walked shakily to the safe behind the desk, opened the cabinet, groped for a while, and came over with a mahogany box.

"Major Zhang, please accept my humble opinion."

Zhang Yi opened the box and took a look. He saw ten small yellow croakers and asked without comment:
"Who promoted this Gao Jianfu?"

Director Zhang frowned and said: "The former deputy director placed him here, but this person went to a brothel and died on a woman's belly last year."

"Now that I think about it, this is a bit strange. Isn't it possible that the Japanese spies silenced me?"

'hindsight'

Zhang Yi sneered, "Oh, what about you? How many benefits do you get from accepting Gao Jianfu?"

"This. This" Director Zhang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a tongue-tied mouth:
"The total adds up to ten small yellow croakers, delivered in several batches."

"Really?" Zhang Yi glanced at the mahogany box and said with a sincere expression: "I might have accepted it just now, but now I can't take it. Director Zhang's crime is not a small one." "Serving as an official in the party and state, Director Zhang always has one or two friends with whom he can talk, so it’s better to clear things up in advance at this time, otherwise”

"Well." Director Zhang frowned, "I was promoted by Deputy Director Tian, ​​but I hope Major Zhang will show mercy."

'Deputy Director Tian of the Ministry of Interior?

Be merciful, I have been merciful. If you hadn't been in office for only half a year and didn't find any problems yet, you would have been in the Secret Service prison. '

There is a popular rule in the official circles of this fruit party, which is similar to that of the underworld. It was once summed up by "Du Yuesheng", the leader of the Youth Gang, as "eating two bowls of noodles."

One bowl is for scenes, the other is for feelings. Whenever, as long as you take the overall situation into consideration and show kindness, everyone will look up to you and often raise their hands to let you go.

Because the Guo Party's affairs are never handled in a public manner, and when it is handled in a private manner, two words are often inseparable, that is, grudges.

If there is gratitude and connection, big things will become trivial, and small things will turn into nothing. If there is resentment, then small things will make big things happen, or even nothing will make trouble.

Zhang Yi knocked on the mahogany box and muttered:
"You can be merciful. But if it's just this little thing, you have to deal with it from top to bottom."

The meaning is very clear, you have to add money.

"Okay." Director Zhang twitched the corners of his mouth and gritted his teeth.

He thought to himself, forget it, just make friends. In the past, he would treat people as friends if they were useful, and treat people as straw sandals if they were not useful. In the end, he could only go barefoot.
So he took out twenty small yellow croakers from the safe.

Sitting on the new sofa in Wang Xinheng's office, Zhang Yi put the mahogany box containing twenty small yellow croakers on the coffee table, reported the case, and said with shame:
"Section Chief, I made a miscalculation this time. I caught a senior Japanese spy and he died."

Wang Xinheng opened the mahogany box and took a look, waved his hands disapprovingly and said:

"It's a pity, but if you die, you'll die."

"Just a sneaky spy." He sighed and said:

"What is a spy? Our ancestors called it "Jian", but spies are called spies in Western terms. Some of us like to call it "Infernal Affairs". This is a Buddhist term that refers to the endless hell. Anyone who enters the hell will never be reincarnated, and will never be reincarnated. Reincarnation. But the spy himself didn’t know it and thought he could walk among humans and ghosts.”

"This Japanese is quite strong. Haha, if you die, just die." After a pause, he asked again:
"Is there no news yet from the Feitian Team?"

"Still looking." Zhang Yi nodded and continued:
"My subordinates have activated all the spies. Even if they are dormant, they will always emerge."

Wang Xinheng nodded, his expression a little more serious, and said:
"I have read the master copy of the advertisement. The Japanese are ambitious and are still playing such a big game behind the commodity trade. They have ulterior motives. It is conceivable that once China and Japan go to war, everything we have will be defenseless in front of them."

He glanced at his watch and said: "The film has been handed over to the technical department for urgent processing. We will go to the boss to report the work now."

"Yes." Zhang Yi nodded and asked casually:

"What's going on with Deputy Chief Bao of the Intelligence Department? I've seen missing persons notices everywhere in the newspapers, but the red party hasn't been caught yet?"

"Who knows." Wang Xinheng sneered, "I don't know who spread the word that Deputy Section Chief Bao is an undercover Red Party agent lurking in our Secret Service."

"This is nothing more than a rumor. My subordinates don't believe it anyway."

"That's not necessarily the case." Wang Xinheng said meaningfully:
“It only takes a moment to doubt, but it takes a long time to dispel that doubt.”

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(End of this chapter)