My spy diary

Chapter 173: Passing on information (please vote for me)
Wang Xinheng was just about to send a telegram to Dai Chunfeng when he received a call from Room A, saying that Virgo was summoned.

It turns out that Dai Chunfeng's so-called information that he accompanied the commissioner to Luoyang first was just a lie. In fact, he had secretly sneaked back to Jinling long ago.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the first thing Dai Chunfeng did when he returned to Jigo Alley was to convene a meeting with secret agents.

The first person summoned was Liu Yiguang, captain of the Special Operations Team of the Operation Section, and asked to select dozens of smart, reliable, and dignified spies, all wearing blue Zhongshan uniforms and carrying No. 2 revolvers. They immediately went to the Song Mansion to be on guard. Anyone with a discerning eye would know This is preparation for the upcoming detention of Marshal Zhang.

Sitting at the head of the conference room now, Dai Chunfeng's expression was completely different from before he went to Chang'an.

He proudly recounted his experience in Chang'an, as if he was the first hero, and even compared his trip to the time when someone Chang escorted someone Sun on the Yongfeng ship.

Of course, the facts are the same as what he said. Not to mention that the intelligence about Jiang Xiongfeng's "military remonstrance" in the Northwest District that Dai Chunfeng originally reported was recorded in the record. Dai Chunfeng even risked his life to go to Chang'an to protect him.
Chang was punched and kicked, and the relevant persons in charge in the Chang'an incident were detained, evacuated, rushed, and cursed. Only Dai Chunfeng was extremely kind and lifted the restrictions on Dai. For all precautions and concerns, Dai is also responsible for his own security work.

Dai Chunfeng said proudly, and all the secret agents, big and small, celebrated each other.

He pressed his hand to silence everyone, calmed down his emotions, and said sternly:

"Everyone, the Third Meeting of the Fifth Central Committee will be held soon after February of the new year to discuss how to deal with the Red Party and the policy towards Japan."

"Under pressure from public opinion, the principal needs to fulfill his promise in Chang'an"

"The above policies may undergo major changes, but our responsibilities and work have not changed. Anti-Red activities are still the most important work of the Secret Service. However, considering the impact of public opinion, some changes and disguises must be made in the work. Those in the past have Public slogans and flags can no longer be used.”

“The Fruit Party controls a vast area and has abundant human, financial and military resources. It can not only use partners to attack the Red Party, but also use high-ranking officials and generous salaries to bribe them to disintegrate and divide them from within.

At the same time, the secret underground parties can be publicly arrested, imprisoned, and executed in the name of arresting traitors. The open red parties must also be monitored, tracked, induced, and coerced. "

"Think about it, everyone, these people live a hard life and have no official positions. As long as we are willing to spend money and give them official positions, we will not worry about defeating them."

"Virgo, why do we need to cooperate with them again?" A spy was puzzled that the Fruit Party and the Red Party were cooperating again.

"This is not something we should worry about. We are not a political group or a group. We are the eyes and ears of the leaders. We only follow the orders of the leaders and leaders." Dai Chunfeng said sternly.

Looking at Dai Chunfeng's stern face, Zhang Yixin said that the Secret Service was about to enter a new era of anti-red action, and it would use new methods and means.
A meeting started in high spirits and ended with Zhang Yi and Wang Xinheng reporting on the case of capturing Japanese spies.

When he heard that Zheng Mingyuan was intervening in the investigation of the case, Dai Chunfeng's horse face elongated, he slapped the table hard and said:

"How can this Zheng Yaoquan succeed with such a woman's heart?"

He pondered for a moment, then took out a contact list he carried with him, tore out a page from it and handed it to Zhang Yida:
"These two people spent a lot of manpower and material resources to break into the Japanese consulate. For the sake of confidentiality, our people never went to their homes and only communicated through dead mailboxes."

"The contact password can only be mastered by you alone, and the encoding and decoding are done by you yourself and must not pass through the hands of others. This is the safest way."

"This is the location of the dead mailbox and the password, time and place of the first contact. You must contact him alone. After this task, the password will be revoked and no contact will be allowed in the future."

"Yes." This is the principle and discipline of intelligence work. Zhang Yi nodded, took the paper and read it from beginning to end. After remembering it, he returned the paper to Dai Chunfeng, who immediately lit it and destroyed it.

Jinling Ertiao Lane.

Zhan Changlin drove his brother Zhan Changbian into the alley on a scooter, and his brother held a flashlight in the back seat to illuminate him.

When passing by an alley, he inadvertently glanced at the wall outside the Guandi Temple nearby, and was suddenly startled because there was a triangular pattern drawn with chalk on the wall.

He stopped the bicycle with one foot and whispered to his brother:

"Turn off the flashlight."

The two of them had a tacit understanding. When the brother heard what he said, he immediately turned off the flashlight and walked to the alley to be on guard.

Zhan Changlin carefully erased the triangular pattern, walked into the Guandi Temple, found the paper from behind the portrait, and carefully put it into his trouser pocket.

After saying hello to his brother, the two went home quickly. Zhan Changlin was born in Jinling in 1913. When he grew up, China was undergoing the most intense conservatism and reform. With a patriotic passion, he resolutely joined the army at the age of 15.

Because of his alertness and flexibility, he worked as an orderly for the brigade commander at the Jinling Garrison Headquarters.

In 32, he went to Shanghai to participate in the first Songhu Battle, which exercised his courage and ability to do things.

After he was discharged from the army in 34, he made a living by spinning textiles at home, and his life was very difficult.

Later, under the introduction of one of his father's tea friends, he took an exam as a servant at the Consulate General of Japan in Jinling, where he could get a monthly salary of 8 silver dollars.

The Consul General of Japan personally interviewed him. Because he did not understand Japanese and had family members in Jinling, he was relatively good-looking, diligent and agile, and had concealed his military experience. He passed the interview quickly and was arranged by the Consul General. His own servants cleaned his room and served him tea and water.

Because Zhan Changlin was hard-working and able to endure hardships, he won the trust of the Japanese, and later introduced his brother to them.

Of course this is his job on the surface, but secretly he collects intelligence for the Secret Service and gets a monthly salary of 10 silver dollars.

At this time, a 100-pound bag of foreign flour only cost three yuan, so his life was relatively wealthy.

But ten dollars is not so easy to get. Although I have been trained by the Secret Service, collecting intelligence in the Japanese consulate is very dangerous. I am always on tenterhooks, and my nerves are like a tight string.

But he is already alert and flexible, and has been baptized by war, so even when he is between life and death, he is bold and careful.

He used his status as a servant of the Japanese Consul General to monitor various activities in the consulate, including the Consul General's every move.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of sending and receiving letters, cleaning, summoning people, and purchasing items for the Consul General every day, I peeked into various secrets of the letters sent by the Consulate General of Japan.

Sometimes there would be letters mailed from Japan, and Zhan Changlin would take them home, open them, read them, seal them again, and put them back on the Consul General's desk the next day.

The postmarks on the envelopes were all stamped by him. The fake stamps he made with animal teeth were exactly the same as the real ones, and there had never been any flaws.

When he got home, Zhan Changlin took out the piece of paper. It was empty. He put it under his nose and smelled it. He immediately knew that it was secretly written in alum. He took a basin of water and put it in it. Soon a word appeared on it. A string of numeric codes.

Zhan Changlin took a shabby book on the table from under his feet, started reading on it, and quickly translated the information above.

He handed it to his brother Zhan Changbang for a look, and the latter immediately said:

"Woman? She must be the woman who has been living in the backyard these two days. She never goes out. She is very mysterious. I saw that Japanese people always leave food at the door. She takes it in herself."

"Have you seen what she looks like?"

Zhan Changpeng shook his head.

"As long as you are sure there is this person, report it to your hometown first, and then check other information later."

Zhan Changlin pondered for a while, wrote a piece of information with rice porridge, and quietly went out and placed it behind the statue of Guan Gong Temple outside the gate.

Zhan Changlin disappeared. In the dark night, Zhang Yi entered the Guandi Temple and successfully obtained the information.

He sighed slightly that the Anti-Japanese War was the most tragic and tragic period in China's modern history...

From the perspective of industrial capacity alone, a weak China cannot compete with the emerging Japan in the short term...

Facing the iron hoofs of the Japanese invaders, some people knelt down in shame, but more people bravely stood up to resist. In addition to the frontal battlefield, there were many seemingly insignificant people who did great things behind the scenes...

Only a handful of them are passed down by word of mouth. More people and things are lost in the long river of history. However, their contribution is immeasurable.

In this chaotic era, generals draw their swords, strong men choke their wrists, literati abandon their pens and join the army, students abandon medicine, and even prostitutes have a profound understanding of righteousness, a soft heart and chivalrous bones, and are willing to transform into a long-lasting battle flag.

But what about some people?
(End of this chapter)