My spy diary

Chapter 248: Boss Dai's Combination Punch (asking for monthly ticket)

The atmosphere in Mao Qiwu's office was a bit depressing.

Several plainclothes officers reported the situation. They had originally hoped to uncover some clues by following Zhang Yi, but now not only have they gained nothing, but one of their brothers has also been arrested and taken to the Concession Police Station.

Mao Qiwu glared at them with disgust and asked, "Where is he now?"

A plainclothes officer quickly said, "The surveillance officer just called and said that Zhang had just entered BNP Paribas."

Mao Qiwu became interested and waited for the man to get to the point, but there was no follow-up. He could not help but ask angrily, "And then?"

Another plainclothes officer quickly chimed in: "For fear of being discovered, our men dare not follow closely."

"Useless." Mao Qiwu muttered, smacking his lips in anger, "You just keep talking about trivial things. It's useless."

As he said this, he picked up the French Concession newspaper on the table and waved his hand, saying, "Get out, get out!"

Several plainclothes officers had no choice but to withdraw in disgrace.

Mao Qiwu was the only one left in the office. He glanced at the content about "The Flying Thief" in the newspaper and became more and more angry.

“Why is the gap between people so big?”

At this time, the phone rang at an inopportune time. Mao Qiwu raised his hand and picked it up: "Hello?"

"Brother Qi Wu!"

Hearing Zhang Yi's voice, Mao Qiwu stood up in surprise. Why did Zhang Yi call at this time? Was he calling to accuse him or was he deliberately provoking him?

But some things can't be put on the table. Mao Qiwu curled his lips helplessly and said calmly: "Brother Yunyi, what's the matter with you calling?"

"What? I'm coming over now? The director has a meeting later. What are you talking about? You want me to come to BNP Paribas?" Mao Qiwu was stunned for several seconds in disbelief, and then he said quickly:

"Okay, buddy, thank you for your hard work. I'll be right over now."

In the VIP room of BNP Paribas, seeing Zhang Yi hanging up the phone, Monkey asked in confusion: "Section Chief?"

He really couldn't understand why he had to give up something he had worked so hard to get.

"It's up to us to decide whether to give it or not. But if you want to use some shady means to get it, you have to ask me if I agree." Zhang Yi smiled faintly, and added: "Sometimes we can't be too curious. We shouldn't know things that we shouldn't know."

The workplace is like the officialdom. In addition to the well-known explicit rules, there are also many lesser-known unspoken rules. Many times, the more you know, especially things you shouldn't know, the more trouble will follow you like a ghost.

What would Boss Dai think if the people in the notebook knew that you had their secrets, or if you had seen the secrets in advance?
What is "Bai Guan Xing Shu"? It records the privacy of officials. Possessing it is equivalent to holding the handle of many officials. It has a great effect. At the least, it can allow people to indulge their selfish desires and take whatever they want. At the most, it may lead to illegal plots and rebellion.

Didn't the fourth brother in "Yongzheng Dynasty" want to get him? But he finally chose to burn it, because the benefits of burning it outweigh the disadvantages.

First of all, it prevents the handles of officials from falling into the hands of other princes and preventing them from stirring up trouble. At the same time, it also prevents officials from taking risks out of fear of being held responsible and affecting the court situation.

Secondly, it relieves the concerns of these officials. Even if we cannot pull them into our camp, at least we will not let them stand on the opposite side.
Obviously, this is the scheming and strategy displayed by the fourth brother after his profound insight and judgment of the situation.

So even though it was Boss Dai's order, after getting the key, he became calmer and more sober. He made up his mind and implemented the "three no's" principle. He would never interfere in matters that he shouldn't interfere in, or even if he had to get involved, he would never get involved too deeply.

Mao Qiwu came quickly, took the key from Zhang Yi, and quickly got what he wanted.

He walked into the VIP lounge with a briefcase in hand, looking very proud. Seeing Zhang Yi sitting with his legs crossed and smoking, he said with envy, "You are so leisurely, brother. I am buried in paperwork every day and need to be on the side of the boss at all times. I have no time to rest for a moment!"

Zhang Yi teased, "Come on, Brother Qi Wu, don't be so ungrateful. You hang around in front of the boss every day, so you will naturally be given priority when there are opportunities for promotion and wealth. This is a shortcut to success. You want to get promoted but don't want to suffer. Where in the world can you find such a good thing?"

Mao Qiwu was very proud, but he still complained: "Brother, I have no choice, or you guys are so stimulating."

After a pause, he patted his briefcase, returned the favor, and said with a smile: "I have an appointment with some friends from the hometown for dinner tonight, would you like to join us?"

Zhang Yi looked at his watch and said, "I won't go. I have already reported to my boss after getting the notebook. The machine has arrived at the factory, so I have to keep an eye on it at all times."

Hearing Zhang Yi talking about the counterfeit currency factory, Mao Qiwu's expression became stern: "That's fine, I'll leave first."

Zhang Yi watched him leave with a smile, then went back with Monkey and Qian Xiaosan.

After returning to the Secret Service, Mao Qiwu immediately went into Dai Chunfeng's office.

"Boss, I got the stuff." He handed over the notebook respectfully.

Dai Chunfeng took it in his hand, but he was not in a hurry to look through it. He asked, "Did Zhang Yi give it to you?"

Mao Qiwu shook his head: "I took it out of the safe myself."

Dai Chunfeng smiled with satisfaction, then turned over. Gradually, the smile on his face became more and more intense.

Closing the notebook solemnly, he thought for a while, and looked at Mao Qiwu meaningfully: "Take a photo and keep a copy immediately. Remember, this matter is only known to you."

"Yes." Mao Qiwu nodded in agreement. Dai Chunfeng continued to ask: "Are the materials ready?"

Mao Qiwu was prepared. He took out a stack of papers from a folder and handed them over. "I had someone kidnap the family of the guesthouse's accountant. He provided the real account book. According to his confession, Ding Mocun embezzled and accepted bribes of at least one million yuan during the years he was in charge of the guesthouse."

"Is the evidence conclusive?"

"In addition to the account books, there is also the accountant's signed confession."

Dai Chunfeng shook his head: "The confession is not good. It will be suspected of being forced. It should be shown to the old man. It is best to have a letter of denunciation."

Then he added: "It's not enough to just coerce or bribe this accountant. We need to use both money and force. We need to use both kindness and force. If necessary, we need to think of other ways. It's best if they can be used for my own benefit. In addition to asking him to write a letter of denunciation, we can contact a few more people. In short, we need to cut the Gordian knot and not let it become useless."

"Yes, I was negligent. I will do it right away."

Dai Chunfeng hummed. After finishing his work, he showed a rare relaxed look on his face and said with a smile: "You have been working hard recently. How about this? Don't work overtime tonight. I will take you to relax."

Mao Qiwu was a little embarrassed. He knew what relaxation meant, but Dai Chunfeng had never agreed to his marriage, so he had no intention of visiting a prostitute. So he shook his head and said, "I appreciate Brother Yunong's concern, but I still have a lot of official documents to deal with. Let's do it next time."

Dai Chunfeng snorted and pretended to be angry: "You are a hardworking person, and everything about you is good, but you are too rigid and boring. How can a woman like you? If a person doesn't know how to enjoy and relax, how can he have enough energy to work?"

Hearing the criticism, I knew he was not really angry, but Mao Qiwu looked very terrified and bowed, saying: "Qiwu always serves the party and the country and dare not relax for a moment. As long as I think of the kindness of the chairman and the boss, I will have endless energy."

"Hahahaha!" Dai Chunfeng held his waist and laughed a few times. He looked deeply at Mao Qiwu and sneered, "You are good at flattering. Why don't you say this in front of the old man?"

Although Mao Qiwu had been in the Secret Service for a short time, he had worked as a teacher and a secretary. Compared with other secretaries, he not only had a solid foundation in traditional Chinese studies, was thoughtful, loyal and reliable, but was also low-key, modest and easy-going. He was a rare aide, but his personality was not open-minded enough.

Dai Chunfeng glanced at him, shook his head and said, "Well, go prepare the materials."

"Yes." Mao Qiwu nodded, bowed and retreated.

At noon, holding the evidence and letter of accusation prepared by Mao Qi, Dai Chunfeng wrote the petition and braved the scorching sun to rush to Chang's temporary residence in Luojia Mountain.

Chang's residence was next to East Lake. Dai Chunfeng saw Mrs. Song sitting in a pavilion by the lake drinking tea and enjoying the cool air from afar, so he hurried over.

After the Chang'an incident, Dai Chunfeng's importance in Mrs. Song's heart increased. When he had appendicitis and nasal tumor surgery in Shanghai, not only did Chang send his entourage to visit him many times, but Mrs. Song also went to the hospital in person to express her condolences and told the hospital: "Director Dai only cares about the country and not himself. This time he is hospitalized, he must rest well and cannot be discharged without my permission."

Mrs. Song is more approachable than Mr. Chang, and Boss Dai feels at ease in her presence. Moreover, when things are conveyed through Mrs. Song, the results are often better than when they are conveyed directly to Mr. Chang.

"Hello, madam."

Mrs. Song saw that he was sweating profusely and asked, "What's the hurry in the middle of the day?"

Dai Chunfeng did not mention Ding Mocun's corruption. He took out a notebook from the folder and said, "This matter involves senior party and state officials, veterans, and the military. I dare not take the initiative. Everything is decided by the principal and his wife."

Mrs. Song flipped through her notebook and her face changed. "Darling is sleeping. I'll go wake him up. Yunong, please wait a moment." Then she walked in quickly.

Soon Dai Chunfeng was called in.

In the reception room, Mr. Chang was leaning on the sofa with a gloomy face, with a cup of water and a notebook in front of him, while Mrs. Song was sitting on the other side drinking coffee.

"Yu Nong is here?" Chang nodded, put his hand on his notebook, and asked, "What does Section Chief Dai think about this matter?"

Dai Chunfeng was silent for a few seconds, and said in a stern tone: "These people are parasites of the party and the country, they deserve to be killed."

Chang tightened his hand on the notebook, then loosened it and sighed, "Although I am the principal, it is unreasonable for these people not to deal with some things. But if they deal with them severely and defect to the Japanese, it will be a misfortune for the country."

As he spoke, he took a sip of boiled water and looked at Dai Chunfeng: "Yunnong, I heard that you are reading history. You should know about the Battle of Guandu, where Cao Mengde and Yuan Benchu ​​fought. Cao Mengde's subordinates were afraid of failure and secretly wrote letters to Yuan Shao. After Cao Cao won, how did he deal with this matter? He burned all the letters to reassure his ministers. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Principal, the students understand!"

“Do you have to execute what you understand, and do you have to execute what you don’t understand, or do you really understand it?”

Dai Chunfeng remained silent. How could he not understand the truth that Zhang Yi understood? Reporting the notebook matter first was just a drop in the ocean.

Seeing that he was silent, Chang waved his hand and asked him to sit down, and said earnestly: "Yunnong, you can't just focus on your secret service department when doing things. You have to look at the problem comprehensively and consider the overall situation. You are reading history, I suggest you read more of Zeng Wenzheng's official documents, especially his diary, especially the diary he wrote when he was reading the Doctrine of the Mean, which is very important."

"Mr. Wen Zheng devoted his entire life to 'holding both ends and using the middle'. Everything has two extremes, and going to either extreme will lead to mistakes. Only by holding both ends and using the middle can we avoid mistakes as much as possible and get closest to the right answer."

Dai Chunfeng did not disagree with the doctrine of the mean advocated by the old man, but he still said respectfully: "Yes, the principal's taboo name is 'Zhongzheng', I understand."

Chang nodded with satisfaction and asked, "Anything else?"

Dai Chunfeng quickly stood up and said, "There is one more matter, which involves the Air Force."

When she heard that the Air Force was involved, Mrs. Song, who had been silent all the time, also looked over.

In 36, she was the Secretary General of the Aviation Commission, and was responsible for purchasing aircraft from foreign countries and hiring consultants when the Air Force was established.

In the spring of 37, when Chang authorized her to take control of the Air Force, Soong immediately invited Chennault to come to China as an air force consultant and formed the "Flying Tigers". With the endorsement of the Americans, Mrs. Soong quickly took control of the leadership of the Air Force and became the nominal commander of the Air Force.

Dai Chunfeng immediately took out two plans and handed them over. After they finished reading them, he immediately said, "As long as the principal and his wife agree, the Secret Service can immediately pretend to be Japanese spies and send a telegram to lure the enemy deeper."

Chang was still hesitating, but Mrs. Song's eyes lit up and she immediately asked, "Darling?"

"Okay, let Madam take charge of this matter, and Yunong's secret service department will do its best to cooperate."

"Yes." Dai Chunfeng immediately put his feet together and saluted. Seeing that the two men stopped talking, he slowly retreated.

After taking a few steps, he turned back, looking hesitant.

Mrs. Song was in a good mood and immediately asked, "Director Dai, is there anything else?"

Dai Chunfeng glanced at Chang's face and said respectfully, "I was ordered by the principal to take care of Zhang, a member of the Red Party. I heard that he had some complaints. At first, I didn't understand what he meant until I received these letters of complaint. I secretly asked someone to investigate and found that there was solid evidence that Ding Mocun had embezzled money."

Then he handed over the letter of complaint and the account book.

"Who is this Ding Mo Village? He is so bold." Mrs. Song said angrily as she looked at the letter of complaint.

"Bang!" Chang put the water cup down heavily. He valued Zhang very much. Zhang was his key chess piece in dealing with the Red Party. He didn't expect that Ding Mo Village was so bold as to embezzle the entertainment expenses. He was already very angry about the notebook incident and he couldn't suppress it any longer.

He flew into a rage and cursed, "Damn it, you can only judge a person by his appearance but not by his heart. Li Fu recommended a parasite."

After walking a few steps with his walking stick, Chang suddenly turned around and looked at Dai Chunfeng:
"Ding Mocun has been corrupt and accepted bribes, and he must be severely punished. He must be removed from his position as director immediately, and the Special Prosecution Division under his jurisdiction must also be assigned to the Military Control Commission. As for Zhang, first give him the status of a member of the Military Commission, and let you use him as well."

Dai Chunfeng was extremely excited when he heard Chang's decision, but he was afraid that the old man might say something nice now, but after he left, others would spread rumors. What if the old man changed his mind, wouldn't all his efforts be in vain?

As the saying goes, playing hard to get, he immediately shook his head and said firmly: "Report to the principal, the student cannot accept this arrangement."

"Why?" Chang asked in astonishment.

Dai Chunfeng: "Some people have already gossiped about the student serving as the deputy director of the Military Control Commission. Now if an important Red Party figure like Zhang is handed over to me for supervision, I am afraid many people will be dissatisfied and oppose it."

So that's how it is. Chang waved his hand and said, "This is my order. You don't have to worry about it. If anyone has any objections, let him come to me. Now it depends on whether you are determined to use it well. As long as you are determined, things can be done well."

Dai Chunfeng was very pleased to see that the old man had really fallen into his trap, but he did not show it on his face. He said seriously, "Principal, as long as the principal trusts me, I will definitely do well."

Chang nodded, turned and went into the study, and soon returned to the reception room and handed him a written warrant.

Dai Chunfeng took a few steps forward, took the warrant with both hands, and said energetically: "I promise not to disappoint the principal's trust."

Mr. Chang looked at him and nodded mysteriously.

Back at the secret service, Boss Dai no longer concealed his pride. He smiled slyly. He didn't expect that even the old man would fall for his combination of punches. Facing Mao Qiwu's expectant eyes, he nodded and said:

"It's done! Now even the authoritative figures in the Red Party have come to help us with our work. What problem will it be for us to defeat them?"

"Zhang's escape is not only a fatal blow to Pagoda Mountain, but if we can use his prominent position and reputation in the Red Party to conduct infiltration and extraction activities against the Red Party, even if we can't destroy them, we can at least divide and split them."

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He patted Mao Qiwu on the shoulder and said, "Don't work overtime tonight. Let's treat him to a meal together. Qiwu, Qiwu, tonight you will be able to see the man who sits in the third seat of the Red Party."

If Boss Dai knew that the teacher made such a nonchalant comment about Zhang's running away, "Let him run his course if he wants, and let his mother get married if she wants!", I wonder if he would still have high hopes for Zhang?

Of course, for some things, the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

The Wuhan Tobacco Head Office occupies a three-story building, and the manager is a man in his forties wearing glasses.

Zhang Yi showed his ID, exchanged a few simple greetings, and then asked Monkey to hand over the clothes and a bag of tobacco that he had taken from Hiraga Genji.

The manager took it and put it under his nose to sniff it, then frowned and took a pinch of tobacco from his pipe and sniffed it, saying:
"It shouldn't be local tobacco. I'll ask an expert to take a look at where it's from."

He picked up the phone and dialed it. Soon a shrunken old man with gray hair and a limp walked into the office.

The old man had a pipe in his mouth, smoking it, and looked very comfortable.

Hearing the manager's instructions, he glanced at Zhang Yi and the others expressionlessly, picked up the tobacco and sniffed it, then knocked his pipe to clean the residue, pressed the tobacco into the pipe, lit it, took a few puffs, and said with certainty:
"The tobacco is golden yellow with a sour plum flavor. It must be mixed with other tobaccos. It's a bit like the Japanese mouthless can cigarettes. It's very strong. Except for the old smokers in Northeast China who smoke dry tobacco, few people smoke this kind of cigarette."

Having said that, he left without looking back.

The manager smiled awkwardly: "Since Lao Liao's leg became lame, his temper has become a bit strange, but he does have a very good nose. He knows everything about the tobacco, its flavor, quality, and where it was produced."

He explained: "Golden is a local cigarette brand, it's everywhere, but now people from all over the country have it in Wuhan, and everyone still likes to smoke Laodao, Sanpaotai, and Hardman."

People with abilities naturally have a bit of temper, but Zhang Yi didn't care and asked, "Where can I buy a spoutless jar?"

The manager shook his head and said, "Japanese cigarettes have a relatively light flavor. Common ones include Kamikaze, Continental, Concorde, and Wakasakura. The mouthless cans have a mellow and rich taste, but they are too strong. If you smoke too fast, you may feel dizzy. It is said that they were sold in the Japanese Concession before, but after the concession was taken back by the National Government, the Japanese fled. Now there is a boycott of Japanese goods everywhere. I don’t know if there is any, but even if there is, it is estimated that it will be difficult to buy."

Zhang Yi nodded, his thoughts gradually becoming clearer. A person's habits are very difficult to change. In order to conceal the fact that he was smoking a spoutless can, Hiraga Genji deliberately mixed the "golden" tobacco of the local tobacco with the spoutless can.

Then as long as we find the place where the spoutless jars are sold, we can find Hiraga Genji's former hiding place and activity area, and even the organization behind him.

Analyzing from human behavior habits, everyone has his own safe comfort zone and likes to be in a familiar environment. In addition to feeling safe and relaxed, knowing the surrounding situation and possible situations can reduce the anxiety and fear caused by uncertainty.

Secondly, having your own social circle in a familiar place, including friends, neighbors and acquaintances, not to mention obtaining intelligence, interacting and connecting with them can bring emotional support and a sense of belonging, allowing you to hide better.

Secondly, it is out of habit and convenience. Living in a place for a long time will form fixed living habits and behavior patterns, such as which restaurant is delicious, where to buy something, and where the transportation is convenient.
Another reason is that the cognitive cost is low, and you don’t need to spend more energy to understand and adapt to a familiar environment.
After realizing this, Zhang Yi immediately said, "Go back."

(End of this chapter)