My spy diary

Chapter 198: Bad Mood (asking for monthly ticket)

The office of He Zhiyuan from the Operations Department looks ordinary from the outside, but the interior decoration is much more magnificent than that of Wang Xinheng.

The mahogany floor is covered with brown wool carpets, and there is a row of mahogany furniture and imported leather sofas, and everything is spotless.

Section Chief He was wearing a fine white shirt and his hair was combed meticulously. At this moment, he was observing an antique porcelain vase with a magnifying glass.

He saw Wang Xinheng come in and nodded, "Sit down."

Wang Xinheng sat on the sofa. A set of tea sets was already placed on the coffee table, and steam was rising from the teapot.

Wang Xinheng took out two clean cups, poured tea into them, placed one cup on the main seat, then took a sip of the tea and said:
"Good tea."

"Not bad, right?" He Zhiyuan came over and sat in the main seat, tasting the tea, and suddenly asked:
"What do you think of Zhang Yi?"

"Section Chief Zhang? He is extremely capable, loyal to the Party and the country, and has devoted himself to catching Japanese spies. He has made many military achievements and has a bright future." Wang Xinheng did not expect that the first question would be about Zhang Yi.

"Yes, the Yangtze River's waves behind push the waves ahead." He Zhiyuan sighed and said:
"I heard that this person is quite greedy for money?"

"It's just some spoils of war. Everyone does it. Everyone has flaws."

"Yes, everyone has desires and shortcomings, but where did the money he got for greed go?

Most rich people either buy real estate or luxury cars and play with women, but I haven't seen him spend anything in this area?" He Zhiyuan sighed.

"There's a saying that goes, 'If you have a good heart, you can be at peace.' If this is a way for him to defile himself, then this person has big ambitions and his mind is unfathomable. There's also a saying that goes, 'If you have a good heart, you can be deceived.'"

Wang Xinheng's expression became serious, and he asked anxiously:
"Chief, what's the problem?"

He Zhiyuan took a cowhide envelope and handed it over, saying:
"See for yourself."

Wang Xinheng took it with confusion. It was a brown paper envelope commonly used by the Secret Service. There was nothing written on it. When he opened it, he found a piece of paper torn from a notebook with a line of words written on it.

The content was a report on Zhang Yi's corruption and bribery.

Wang Xinheng looked over and over again. There was no signature on the letter. The handwriting was crooked and it was obvious that it was written by the left hand. He said disapprovingly:
"Section Chief Zhang just came back from the front line, isn't this just to make things worse? Some people have ulterior motives."

"Want to check?"

In Wang Xinheng's opinion, even if you wrote the letter in a pseudonymous way, there will be traces of what you did. As long as a series of investigations and secret visits such as handwriting verification, background investigation, social relations, etc. are carried out, the owner of the anonymous letter can be quickly identified.

Besides, if Zhang Yi was corrupt and accepted bribes, then what about the money he gave me? Was I also corrupt and accepted bribes?
In today's society, gift-giving is politics and one cannot be an official if he is rude. Isn't the person who wrote the letter deliberately trying to stir up trouble?

"No need." He Zhiyuan waved his hand and sighed, "They are not ordinary people."

Then he looked at Wang Xinheng, his eyes sharp, and said:

"Lao Wang, we have worked together for such a long time. You are a low-key person, so why do you suddenly want to go to Hong Kong?"

“Xiangjiang is a great place.”

Since the beginning of the full-scale war of resistance against Japan, Hong Kong's strategic position has been strengthened. Once major southeastern coastal cities such as Shanghai, Nanjing, and Guangzhou fell, the Secret Service would not only continue to collect international intelligence through Hong Kong, but also use Hong Kong as a bridgehead to send agents to infiltrate South China and East China to collect Japanese military intelligence and crack down on traitors. For this reason, Dai Chunfeng decided to establish the Hong Kong District based on the Hong Kong Station to strengthen leadership.

Wang Xinheng went there this time just to become the district chief.

"Section Chief, you are too kind. No matter where I go, I will be loyal to the Party, the country and my boss." Wang Xinheng said modestly and asked:

"Have you arranged for the deputy section chief?"

He Zhiyuan did not answer directly. He took out another can of tea, boiled the water, poured two cups of tea, and handed one to Wang Xinheng:
"Taste this."

"Good tea, Longjing before the Qingming Festival, right?"

"It's Longjing. I heard that Section Chief Zhang also drinks tea?"

"You should drink it." Wang Xinheng didn't know what He Zhiyuan meant.

"Oh, take a few cans with you when you leave. I wish you a safe journey to Hong Kong. Give two cans to Zhang Yi as well."

He Zhiyuan said it lightly, but it made Wang Xinheng immediately realize that Zhang Yi's importance was different.

Could it be? Could it be that Zhang Yi would take over as deputy chief of the Operations Department?
Before he could say anything, He Zhiyuan said:
"Let's go, the celebration party is about to begin."

The celebration banquet was naturally held for Zhang Yi. In line with the principle of frugality during the War of Resistance Against Japan, it was chosen to be held in the canteen of the Secret Service Department.

Zhang Yi was naturally the core of today's event. He arrived at the venue early. Because Dai Chunfeng had not arrived yet, Mao Qi and Wumao's secretaries were responsible for arranging the reception for a group of spies, big and small.

Among a group of spies, some of whom were well-mannered, some looked fierce and had rough manners, Secretary Mao, with his kind and smiling face, stood out.

After he finished chatting and laughing with the spies, he sighed to Zhang Yi:

"Brother, this secretary job is not easy. The people in the secret service are all arrogant. They are servile and fawning to the powerful, but bossy and ruthless to ordinary people. This is not the most important thing. What we are afraid of is that someone will report you behind your back."

Zhang Yi glanced at Mao Qiwu, knowing that what he said was meaningful, and said with a smile:

"That's because some people don't know the relationship between Secretary Mao and Director Dai. I admire Secretary Mao's character, knowledge and talent very much. You are now the secretary of Room A, and I think you will soon be able to take over as the chief secretary."

"You're too kind, brother. That's the position of Deputy Director Zheng. I don't dare to think about it." Mao Qiwu said modestly, but a trace of desire for power flashed in his eyes. He changed the subject and said:

"Congratulations, bro. By the way, I heard someone reported you for corruption and bribery?"

"Yes, I am doomed to be cursed by a villain." Zhang Yi echoed. There is no such thing as secrets these days.

"Haha, these villains who fan the flames behind the scenes will not have a good end." Mao Qiwu laughed and said meaningfully.

Zhang Yi was still pondering the deeper meaning of his words when he noticed the atmosphere in the room suddenly become tense and everyone quickly put down their wine glasses and stood up.

Zhang Yi saw Adjutant Jia standing at the door, and thought that Dai Chunfeng should be here soon, so he stood up quickly.

Sure enough, the next moment, Dai Chunfeng, wearing a major general's uniform, a wide shoulder belt around his waist, and a revolver on his waist, walked in. His face was flushed and he looked intimidating without even getting angry.

He sat at the main seat with his arms folded, waving his hands and saying, "Everyone sit down. Today is a banquet, not a meeting. Relax and eat. I'm late, so I'll drink a glass of wine first, haha."

Having said that, everyone still stood up stiffly and timidly with their wine glasses in hand.

"Everyone, sit down. Today is Zhang Yi's celebration banquet. He is the protagonist. Have a few more drinks with him." Dai Chunfeng put down his glass with a proud look on his face.

"I have something to announce. Zhang Yi assassinated Yin Rugeng, Pan Yugui, and a Japanese major general in the north. He not only destroyed the Japanese's prestige, but also frightened the traitors. He deserves great credit and will be transferred to the deputy chief of the Operations Department."

"Thank you, Director." Zhang Yi immediately stood up, touched his feet together, and saluted in a standard manner.

There was immediate applause and congratulations from the audience.

Dai Chunfeng stretched out his hand and pressed it, his face became a little colder:
"The number of Japanese air raids has increased significantly recently, causing great losses to our side. How did they do it if they didn't have an insider? So, now we have to catch this rat."

Everyone turned their attention to Mao Qiwu, after all, he was the one who led this matter.

Mao Qiwu smiled awkwardly, walked respectfully to Dai Chunfeng, took out a folded telegram from his pocket, and said:

"Director, these are some telegrams that the Telecommunications Department intercepted between him and the Japanese. The signature of the telegrams is WM. The code he used is very strange. The Telecommunications Department is working hard to decipher it, but since we don't have the code book, it will probably take some time."

Dai Chunfeng took the telegram, glanced at it for a few seconds, and made no comment. Mao Qiwu was about to say something when he saw Adjutant Jia hurriedly walk in from outside and whispered something to Dai Chunfeng.

Dai Chunfeng stood up suddenly and shouted, "Where's Wang Chunquan?"

Wang Chunquan was on duty outside and immediately jogged in upon hearing the news.

Dai Chunfeng strode over and slapped him hard on the face twice.

Wang Chunquan fell backwards and happened to hit the dining table, knocking over a lot of food. Several bowls and plates fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Everyone present was silent, because such things were commonplace. Dai Chunfeng would beat and scold people whenever he was not satisfied with something, and then give them other rewards. What they were most afraid of was that they would say nothing and have a gloomy face, as that would bring disaster upon themselves.

Everyone was just curious about what Wang Chunquan had done wrong.

Zhang Yi thought about what Mao Qiwu had just said and looked at him. Sure enough, there was a hint of hidden pride in this guy's eyes.

This matter was naturally the work of Secretary Mao.

As the saying goes, there is no impenetrable wall in the world.

Moreover, every agent in the Secret Service has an unclear murder case and an unknown debt behind him.

As long as we investigate carefully and get to the bottom of the matter, even children who have just reached adulthood cannot escape innocence.

Wang Chunquan thought that his letter of denunciation against Mao Qiwu's marriage was flawless, but after careful investigation by Mao Qiwu, his loopholes were soon discovered.

"You are so bold that you dare to smuggle. What about Ma Fuyu and Huang Siqin? These bastards not only smuggled, but also let the military police catch them. Not only did they lose face and tarnish the reputation of the secret service department, how will others see me, Dai Yunong? Are the people around me all good-for-nothings and smugglers?"

Ma Fuyu is Dai Chunfeng's driver, and Huang Siqin is the captain of the general affairs vehicle brigade.

"Come here, arrest them all, send them to the military court, and after interrogation, execute them immediately."

When he heard that he was going to be sentenced to death, Wang Chunquan immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, kowtowing frequently.

Mao Qiwu stepped forward hypocritically and said, "Director, calm down. Forget about the others. Ma Fuyu is your driver. He has been driving for you for so many years and has always been loyal. You can't sentence him to death for a little smuggling."

Dai Chunfeng glanced at him and touched the bridge of his nose with his hand.

People who know Dai Chunfeng know that he has a habit of touching his nose whenever he wants to kill someone. Sure enough, he said coldly:

"The head of the Military Department, Yang Wei, reported a few days ago that he had discovered a secret drug transportation line of the Communist Party. However, when our people arrived, the place was already deserted.

Humph, the person ran away, but where are the drugs? Is there any connection between the smuggling case of the car brigade and this incident?"

"I have repeatedly warned you not to let down your guard against the Red Party just because of the war. Now look what has happened. A few months ago, I asked you to monitor the Red Party leader Wu Hao in Shanghai. You even opened a room next to someone else's, but you didn't get any useful intelligence. Now smuggling has come right under my nose. How can this be tolerated?"

Dai Chunfeng sneered a few times and continued, "Everyone, Wang Shihe's nephew is still in prison for smuggling. If I don't deal with the people around me, what reason do I have to execute him?"

Wang Shihe was none other than the former chief of the guards of the chairman. He graduated from the first class of Whampoa Military Academy and was the nephew of Chang. He had served as the chief of the guards of the general headquarters, the director of the military and police inspection department of the chairman's camp, and the adjutant chief of the attendant's office. He was awarded the rank of major general in 36.

He was dismissed after the Chang'an Incident and first served as the military attaché of the Chinese Embassy in the Soviet Union, head of the third group of the secretariat and chief of the guard, and concurrently served as deputy commander-in-chief of the Third Army and deputy commander of the 67th Army.

This man had been at odds with Dai Chunfeng in his early years, and now they had a rift over the issue of the chairman's right to protect him. It could be said that this was a new grudge and an old one. In order to bring him down, Dai Chunfeng deliberately got evidence of his nephew's smuggling.

Now, in order to bring down Wang, Dai Chunfeng has decided to take action against people around him in order to create a "model project".

Seeing that Dai Chunfeng had made up his mind, no one dared to say anything. They watched Wang Chunquan being escorted out and the banquet ended hastily.

Zhang Yi came out of the banquet hall and had just exchanged a few words with Wang Xinheng when he saw Section Chief He Zhiyuan leading a young man towards him with a childish smile on his face.

He Zhiyuan said calmly, "Deputy Section Chief Zhang, this is Secretary Liu. This is the secretary assigned to you by the department. You are now the deputy section chief and also hold the position of a spy. From now on, Secretary Liu will be your assistant and be responsible for contacting the department."

Secretary Liu came up shyly and said with a smile, "Chief Zhang."

"Yes, deputy section chief. Remember that." Zhang Yi looked at him deeply. Using the name of assistance to conduct surveillance was a common trick used by the Secret Service.

I just don’t know whether this is Boss Dai’s idea or Section Chief He Zhiyuan’s idea.

However, now that Wang Xinheng is gone, He Zhiyuan has become his direct superior, and many relationships need to be re-evaluated.

Many times, the relationships between people cannot be thought of according to common sense and common sense.

Sometimes, emotions, friendship, interests, utilization, etc. are difficult to explain and distinguish clearly; enemies, friends, etc. are not static, but may transform into each other at any time.

Zhang Yi didn't expect that after being promoted, he would lose his previous freedom. His mood instantly became bad.

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(End of this chapter)