My spy diary

Chapter 236 Lurking (asking for monthly ticket)

Wuhan.

Preparatory Office for the Reorganization of the Military Intelligence Bureau.

Zhang Yi is reporting the case to Dai Chunfeng:

"Director, this time we seized a total of 20 yuan worth of stolen money, half of which should be counterfeit currency. The people below are cleaning it up, but some of the counterfeit currency has been artificially made to look old, and it is difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake. We need professional personnel to get involved."

As he spoke, he handed over a few confiscated banknotes.

Dai Chunfeng took it and looked at it carefully for a few times, then made a phone call and said, "I will solve the expert's problem."

"Sit down." He stood up from behind his desk, leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said with a smile:

"Yun Yi, you did a great job. Last time you captured Okada Yoshimasa and performed a great deed. This time you crushed the conspiracy of the Japanese spy 'Sugi Works' and killed a special agent team of the Special High Section in one fell swoop. The Operations Department has done a good job since you became the deputy chief. You have accumulated merits and your military rank problem should be resolved."

The so-called solution to the military rank problem is naturally to be promoted to colonel.

Zhang Yi quickly stood up upon hearing this and saluted, "Thank you for your cultivation, Director."

Then he pretended to be very nervous and asked, "Director, I am young and inexperienced after all. Will others gossip about me if I am promoted to colonel now?"

"Sit down." Dai Chunfeng waved his hand to let him sit down, and said indifferently:

"It's good to have a sense of awe, but you don't have to be too sensitive about what others say. Otherwise, how can you do anything? The Secret Service will be reorganized soon, and the new Military Intelligence Bureau is expected to be officially established in May. The internal organization and personnel structure will have to be adjusted by then. You must be prepared to take on the heavy responsibility."

"Yes, I will obey your instructions." Zhang Yi nodded solemnly.

Dai Chunfeng smiled with satisfaction and said thoughtfully, "As for the seized stolen money, take out 10,000 as a reward to the personnel involved in the operation in the Operations Department, and hand over the rest to the General Affairs Department as funds. Although the French currency is getting more and more worthless, it is better than nothing."

Then he changed the subject and said carefully, "The Japanese have evil ambitions and hope to disrupt the financial market of the party and the country with counterfeit currency and seize strategic materials. We must treat it seriously and send special personnel to conduct secret investigations, confiscate counterfeit currency, and severely crack down on the Japanese special agencies. I have reported this to the principal. The Special Service Department will set up an 'Enemy Economic Operation Room' with economic expert Deng Baoguang as the director. You will also work part-time in this organization. Tell me your suggestions."

Zhang Yi thought for a while and said, "Director, I have only a limited opinion. We might as well give him a taste of his own medicine and fight a lie with a lie."

Boss Dai's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands, "Yes, that's what I thought. In addition to disrupting the Japanese spy Shan's work, it can also help raise funds for the secret service."

From the beginning of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, the internal and external organizations of the Secret Service began to expand rapidly, and the most realistic problem it brought was that the funds were insufficient to cover the expenditures, and they were stretched thin everywhere.

Even Boss Dai, who was good at making money, had to borrow money from everywhere. The first person he targeted was his sworn brother, Green Gang leader Du Yuesheng.

Boss Du was quite generous and promised that any working capital lent to Dai Chunfeng would be interest-free, regardless of the length of the term.

But even if Boss Du paid the money, it still couldn't fill the bottomless hole in the Secret Service, so Boss Dai had to find another way.

Under the guise of disrupting the finances of the Japanese war zone, producing large quantities of counterfeit currency and issuing it in the occupied areas was undoubtedly the fastest way to make money.

As the two were talking, Deng Baoguang and two experts sent by the Ministry of Finance arrived soon.

Boss Dai didn't waste any time, explained the interests involved, and directly took out the confiscated French currency for the other party to identify.

The two experts took out magnifying glasses and looked carefully. After a while, they whispered to each other and one of them said:

"Mr. Dai, this is not the latest photoengraving technology, but the original engraving technology. The technology is very mature. Both the patterns and the portraits are extremely realistic. The front is intaglio printed, and the back is offset printed. It is almost exactly the same as the legal tender issued by the government. Ordinary people cannot distinguish them at all."

Boss Dai listened patiently and frowned as he asked, "Can we develop this technology? If we want to imitate the Japanese currency, what suggestions do you have?"

The expert looked embarrassed and said bitterly: "Mr. Dai, the technology for issuing the national currency was provided by Britain and the United States. If you want to imitate others to forge it, it is best to revise the legal currency. As for imitating the Japanese currency, this... this technology does not exist at present."

Boss Dai's face instantly turned gloomy. What kind of expert is this? He's just a good-for-nothing.

Seeing that he was about to get angry, Deng Baoguang, an economic expert at the side, said quickly, "Please allow me to report this to you."

"Unlike China, where the Bank of China, Agricultural Bank of China, and Communications Bank can all issue currency, Japan has only one bank that issues notes, the Bank of Japan. The Japanese yen issued by this bank not only uses mulberry paper, but it is said that a plant fiber that is only found in Japan is added to the paper. Therefore, the Japanese yen is very imitation."

"Plant fibers that are only found in Japan?" Dai Chunfeng sneered. "Japan is a small country, but they have plants. I don't believe that China, which is so big, can't find them."

He snorted coldly, waved his hand to let the two trembling experts go back, and continued:

"The arrow is on the string and has to be shot. Immediately send agents to infiltrate the occupied areas to collect samples of various counterfeit banknotes in circulation. I will report to the principal. If we can't make it, then cooperate with Minister Song and have the Ministry of Finance send people to the United States to design and imitate it."

"Humph, there's no plant fiber in the Japanese currency. What about the counterfeit money of various denominations, military bills, UnionPay coupons, and reserve coupons they use in the occupied areas? Let's start with this. As long as we have a large amount of counterfeit banknotes, we can also buy gold, medicines, bedding and other military supplies in the occupied areas controlled by them. We can also use these counterfeit money to bribe the traitor leaders who work for the Japanese, or even give them to the agents working in the hidden areas for daily expenses."

Boss Dai drew inferences from this and ordered: "So the work of economic warfare against the enemy must be prepared immediately, not only to establish offices, but also to build factories.

Remember, this matter is strictly confidential. Whether it is the organizational structure, personnel, factory location, or business activities, all must be kept confidential. Even within the Secret Service, people without authority are not allowed to know. You are directly responsible to me for this matter. If I am not here, please inform Secretary Mao. "

"Yes." Zhang Yi and Deng Baoguang saluted and accepted the order.

The two said goodbye and left. Dai Chunfeng called Mao Qiwu and asked, "Has Dingzi sent any news recently?"

Mao Qiwu didn't know how his boss asked about "Dingzi". This was the file he had access to only after he was promoted to deputy chief secretary. However, he only knew this person's code name. He had no idea whether he was a man or a woman, or what his name was. He only knew that this person was lurking in Japan.

He shook his head and said, "Three days ago, a telegram was forwarded to us through the 'shoemaker' hiding in the northeast, saying that everything was fine."

Dai Chunfeng knew that this meant the lurking was successful. He hummed, pondered for a long time, and decisively ordered: "Let the shoemaker write to him and find out the details of the Japanese spy's 'Sugi' work' at all costs, and also find out what the plant fiber added to the Japanese currency is."

At all costs, it means being exposed, losing the current position and status, and the previous work will be burned. Secretary Mao wanted to persuade him, but seeing Dai Chunfeng's firm attitude, he immediately bowed and said:

"Yes." Interrogation room.

Zhang Yi sat opposite Jingtian holding a cup of tea, looking at him again and again, as if a cultural relic dealer was verifying the authenticity of an antique.

Jingtian was handcuffed to an iron chair, his hair hanging in front of his forehead. He looked extremely tired, and his previous smart look was gone.

Finally, Iida spoke first: "Are you not going to ask me something, sir?"

Zhang Yi put down the teacup and asked calmly, "Are you hungry?"

Iida was stunned, unable to react to this question: "Hmm?"

Zhang Yi continued, "There is a Chinese saying that goes, 'When friends come, we have wine; when jackals come, we have shotguns. It's up to you to choose whether to be a friend or a jackal."

Jingtian thought about this and was silent for a while before saying, "If I say I'm hungry, will you give me food?"

"Of course I have friends."

Jingtian sighed and said, "I consider myself unlucky to have fallen into Zhang Sang's hands, but I am a soldier. I will not cooperate with you, nor can I reveal any military intelligence to you."

"But if Mr. Yamamoto doesn't receive my telegram reporting my safety within 24 hours, he will naturally know that I am in trouble, and the Empire of Japan will definitely launch a rescue operation. Now I am your prisoner of war, and I request to enjoy the prisoner-of-war treatment stipulated in the Geneva Convention."

Hearing these arrogant words, Zhang Yi finally got angry. He slammed the table and shouted: "You are the only one who is qualified to talk about the Geneva Convention? How did you Japanese treat the captured Chinese soldiers? How did you massacre innocent Chinese civilians?"

As he said this, he took out his pistol and slammed it on the table, "Believe it or not, I can kill you right now."

Iida remained silent.

Zhang Yi was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, pointing at the 18th squad of criminal detention in the interrogation room: "Speak or not, don't waste any more time. You are a soldier, but not an agent. You should not have received anti-interrogation training. You will know what it means to be unable to live or die. To tell you the truth, in this interrogation room, countless so-called Japanese elites have fallen under criminal detention, so don't have any more illusions."

Iida knew he had to make a choice.

It would be a lie to say you are not afraid of death. Didn’t you hear the creepy and miserable screams coming from Kawahara next door?
But his image as a soldier and the spirit of the samurai sword forced him to save face, so he had to resist somehow, right?

So, Iida responded with silence again.

"Start the torture!" Zhang Yi waved his hand. Qian Xiaosan smiled and asked the plainclothes police to strip off Jingtian's decent clothes. He then came up with a red-hot iron.

Seeing the branding iron about to fall on his fat white belly, Jingtian trembled all over, not caring about his face, and hurriedly asked: "What do you want me to say?"

"It's simple. How do you make counterfeit money?"

Iida sighed and said, "In order to crack your anti-counterfeiting technology of legal currency, Mr. Yamamoto specially applied to his superiors and secretly recruited two master engraving technicians from the Daizo Mint of Japan. They used magnifying glasses to carve the patterns and portraits of legal currency on the steel printing plate without any error."

This was consistent with what Zhang Yi heard from the expert in Boss Dai's office. He nodded and continued to ask, "Where are the two technicians now?"

"In Japan."

Zhang Yi's wish to kill the two men was dashed, and he snorted coldly, "Now tell me about all the secret bases of this so-called Chengda Company in China."

"This," Iida said bitterly, "The appointment of branch office managers and the arrangement of bases were all arranged by Yamamoto Kenzo himself. I only know where the Manchuria headquarters and the Jinling branch are located, and I really don't know anything else."

"Really? You haven't explained the organizational structure, contact methods, sources of funds and weapons, and transportation routes of counterfeit currency. Do you think you can get out of here in one piece?"

Hearing that he could go out, Iida was a little surprised. He leaned forward and said quickly: "I can give out the other people that Yamamoto sent to me. There are four people in total. They came by train disguised as businessmen. They are probably already in Wuhan."

"Besides these, is there nothing else?"

Iida thought about it again and said, "Yamamoto is very lustful, does this count? As for the rest, I really don't know, I've said what I know."

Zhang Yi looked at him meaningfully, handed him the cup of water on the table, watched him drink it all, and waved to Monkey, "Take him to take a photo, and then write a confession."

Jingtian's eyes widened, his heart pounding. He thought Zhang Yi was going to repeat his old trick and have him take a picture and publish it in the newspaper like Ye Zhen did. He quickly shouted, "Zhang-san, you can't do this."

However, his shouting had no effect at all, and two plainclothes officers directly carried him out.

A few minutes later, after taking the photos, Iida returned to the interrogation room with a gloomy face.

Zhang Yi got straight to the point and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Ida. A wise man knows how to deal with the current situation. Since you are willing to cooperate, I will keep my word. From now on, your code name is 'Eagle Eye'. When you go out, just pretend that nothing happened. Keep in touch with Yamamoto and ask him to send more counterfeit currency."

What is this for? Lurking back? Jingtian was stunned for a moment before calming down and asking, "Zhang Sang, if my subordinates don't see the counterfeit money."

"That's easy. Just get rid of them all and replace them with our people." Zhang Yi said nonchalantly, "From now on, your direct superior will be Zheng Huhe. He is the accountant named Xiao Maoliang, whom you have met."

"The fact that you have uncovered the secret agents of the Matsu Agency will sooner or later be known to the police. In addition, since Kawahara and his men have been arrested and cannot return normally, the Special Higher Police will definitely be suspicious. Once they start an investigation, I will not be able to justify myself."

Looking at the ashen-faced Jingtian, Zhang Yi smiled and said, "It's better to hide it for a while. It depends on your acting skills, Jingtian-kun."

Jingtian shuddered and felt cold all over, his face becoming more and more ugly. Isn't this undercover plan full of loopholes just sending him to his death?
Having already betrayed the country, he would rather live on in the Secret Service than fall into the hands of his own people again.

"Okay, you can leave now." Seeing that Jingtian remained silent, Zhang Yi waved his hand and asked someone to put a hood on him and take him out.

"Send someone to monitor him 24 hours a day. If he dares to escape, shoot him directly."

Letting Jingtian go back was just a casual move made by Zhang Yi. If it can play a role, that would be better. If not, it would just be a waste of a bullet.

(End of this chapter)