My spy diary

Chapter 266 K Plan (asking for monthly ticket)

Zhang Yi’s first feeling was tiredness.

After a day-long meeting and a celebration banquet in the evening, we finally concluded what Boss Dai called "a conference of unity and victory."

He returned to his office as usual, feeling a little empty and confused after the evening banquet. Just as he was wondering why Boss Dai transferred the authority of the spy equity investment department to the Intelligence Department, He Zhiyuan came to his door with his secretary.

"Here, Director, why don't you take a rest?"

"Well, I'm old and can't sleep. I passed by your office and saw that the light was on, so I came over to sit with you." He Zhiyuan yawned and sat down on the sofa. The secretary who followed him closely gave Zhang Yi a flattering smile and hurried to make tea.

"How could that be? Director He is experienced and steady in his work. The organization has just been restructured and he has to lead us forward."

Zhang Yi didn't know what He Zhiyuan's intention was, so he just complimented him casually.

Then they smoked, drank tea, chatted for a while, and went to the toilet. Seeing that the cup of tea was soon running out of color, Old Bidden had not yet entered the topic, so he stood up and took out a box of beautifully packaged tea from the drawer, opened it, and said:

"I have a box of tea here, which is said to be quite good. Please appreciate it, Mr. He."

He Zhiyuan took it and did not look at the packaging first. Instead, he picked up a few leaves of tea and sniffed them under his nose, then put them in his mouth and chewed them, saying with appreciation:
"It's really good tea. This is the best Shifeng tea among Longjing teas, and it's pre-rain tea. You must be very powerful, brother. Now even I can't drink such top-quality tea. Tell me, where did you get it from?"

Zhang Yi handed the tea to He Zhiyuan's secretary and said, "Stationmaster Wang Xinheng asked someone to bring it over from Hong Kong a few days ago. I never drank it. Today, the director came and I was willing to take it out."

"Haha, this Lao Wang, we are old colleagues. He gave you some tea but didn't give me any. It seems that he is not satisfied with me, his former superior. Haha, I can only take advantage of you."

"Director, you are joking. Stationmaster Wang must know that you are not short of tea. Maybe you have even better collections of tea. You are reluctant to take them out, and you are taking advantage of me instead."

"Hahaha, it seems I came to the right place today." He Zhiyuan smiled proudly and sighed:

"That's great. Sometimes the relationship between people is formed through frequent visits and small talk. Without enough communication, how can we fully understand each other?"

"Director He is right. It seems that I should come to you more often to report my work in the future, and also grab some good tea while I'm at it!"

As they were talking, the tea had already brewed, and as soon as the lid of the bowl was opened, a whiff of fragrance instantly wafted to the face.

He Zhiyuan gently picked up the covered bowl, held it between his lips and nose, closed his eyes slightly, held his breath and concentrated, letting the water vapor slowly seep into his nostrils, and waited for the aroma to enter his lungs before he gently sipped it.

Let the tea juice suck into the mouth from between the teeth, savor it on the tip of the tongue, and then reluctantly rush through the throat to the stomach.

The process of drinking this sip of tea is so complicated and a bit exaggerated, but it expresses a kind of extreme enjoyment and pleasure.

"Watching the Director drinking tea is such an enjoyment in life." His secretary flattered him again.

Zhang Yi glanced at the guy and said with a smile, "I drink tea just to refresh myself. I drink so much that sometimes I can't even tell the difference between good and bad tea. As the saying goes, a sword goes with a hero, and good tea goes with a traveler. If Director He thinks this tea is good, take it back and drink it slowly."

He Zhiyuan drank the good tea and heard the compliments from his secretary, feeling refreshed. He smiled complacently and smacked his lips:
"Chinese tea culture has a long history and has lasted for thousands of years. It has its own reasons. Over time, the tea ceremony has been formed. The key to the tea ceremony is to know and understand tea and know how to distinguish the quality of tea. Otherwise, the fun of tea tasting will be lost, and the cultural meaning will also be lost."

"The culture of tea ceremony is extensive and profound. Good tea alone is not enough. You need good water and a good pot. With these, you also need to control the temperature. In short, there is a lot to learn." He Zhiyuan sighed, then changed the subject and looked at Zhang Yi and asked:
"What does Deputy Director Zhang think of the current structure of the bureau?"

Zhang Yixin said that he had finally gotten to the point. He pretended to think for a while and said:
“Apart from the secretariat, the largest department is the Military Intelligence Department.

In the Second Division, the Party and Government Intelligence Division, besides the power to deal with the Red Party, the most powerful person is the Economic Division headed by Section Chief Deng. In the Fourth Division, the Telecommunications Division has its own special work and has an independent office, so there is nothing much to say.

The proposed Personnel Department is responsible for administration, examinations, welfare, and archives.

The manager's office is in charge of auditing, budgeting, and finance. The director in charge is appointed by the chairman, and Boss Dai has to show some respect to him.

Finally, there is the General Affairs Section. Although it has not yet expanded into a department, in addition to general affairs and transportation, it also manages the motor vehicle brigade, telephone team, farms, and the officers and soldiers' consumer cooperative. Its strength should not be underestimated."

"The Intelligence Department is the strongest, and the Party and Government Departments of the three departments have the most money." He Zhiyuan put down his teacup, sighed, and complained:

"Brother, you talked for a long time but didn't mention our Operations Department. Are you happy about your promotion? Of course I am.

But you see, the current Operations Department consists of Operations Section, Police Inspection Section, and Judicial Section. These were upgraded from the original units, but what about your spy shares?
What about our direct operations team?
I heard that the captain of the action team, Liu Yiguang, fell in love with Zhang Shaoshuai after being sent by his boss to guard him. They became friends and are now studying Ming history together.

I also heard that this guy helped his boss to dismantle the Northeast Army's "Cowherding Map" plan, and his military rank was promoted to colonel. In a few years, I estimate that this guy will become a major general. This is the first time I have seen a prisoner being promoted repeatedly. "

After Zhang was detained and imprisoned, the Northeast Army was dismembered, but some of its diehard followers secretly contacted and tried to rescue him. Because Zhang was born in the year of the Ox, the rescue plan was named the "Shepherd's Nest" plan.

He Zhiyuan looked gloomy and continued, "The Operations Department is in charge of the military operations. In name, it leads the operations corps, battalions, teams, and groups across the country. It seems that they have great power, but these people are under the leadership of the station chiefs. Not to mention that they are all local tyrants, and they are out of reach. Who will listen to our orders?

Now there is no more spy unit or operations corps, only three departments: operations, police inspection and justice.

That's fine. I originally wanted to discuss the specific division of labor with you.

But on the way back, I heard from old man Mao Qiwu that Boss Dai had a new idea. He wanted to separate the Police Inspection and Judicial Sections from our Operations Department and set up the Police Department and the Judicial Department.

The Police Department is responsible for the police work of the Military Control Commission, including internal personnel discipline supervision and behavior review, and is also responsible for local police agencies and inspection agencies.
Brother, now we will only have the Operations Section left in our Operations Department, and you and I will be left alone."

"No way?" Although he asked this, Zhang Yi knew that no matter whether Mao Qiwu was deliberately leaking the secret or joking, there is a saying that there is no such thing as a joke in the world, and all jokes have serious elements. Since he said so, it must be what Boss Dai thought. Although he knew that Dai Chunfeng was fickle by nature and would often put an idea into practice immediately after it flashed through his mind, Zhang Yi did not expect it to be so fast.

"Yes, and I think it will be announced soon."

He Zhiyuan seemed to be bored and sighed, "That's fine, I can tolerate it, but after this adjustment, we are really wielding swords and guns. In the future, if we find clues about the Red Party, we have to hand them over to the Red Party Section of the Second Division, and if we find clues about Japanese spies, we have to hand them over to the Intelligence Division.
People say that God gives gifts for one's work, so from now on, all we can do is wait like lapdogs for these two departments to give us some intelligence, so that we can arrest people, fight hard, and get some credit that others don't want.

Thinking about the days ahead gives me a headache. As the saying goes, "get up earlier than the chickens"

The secretary replied, "I get up earlier than a chicken and work harder than a dog. I just hope I can sleep like a pig."

"No, I'm afraid that I will have to get up early and go to bed late, get up faster than a chicken, be more tired than a dog, and not be able to enjoy the sleep of a pig." He Zhiyuan said humorously, but his face was full of sighs.

Zhang Yi smiled bitterly. It was true when he thought about it. Isn't this going back to the old days? He could only passively wait for someone to be arrested, and then be handed over to the judicial department. Then he would have nothing to do.

"Since this is the director's idea, then Director He, what do you think we should do about it?"

"Let's take it one step at a time. What else can we do?" He Zhiyuan sighed lazily and left dejectedly with his secretary.

Shanghai Special High Section.

Special High Police Chief Kentaro Yamamoto sat in the dark office with a gloomy face.

He had received the news that the Black Panther and Ice Soul operations had failed. As a well-trained and experienced veteran spy chief, he was well aware of the complexity and variability of the intelligence front. Any confident operation would have unexpected changes before it succeeded. However, not only did the two fail in their mission, but they also lost their ace intelligence agent "Kangaroo" who had been buried in the Central Bureau of Investigation for many years. He was still very sad, especially because "Kangaroo" had contacted the headquarters before the accident and said that he was seeking a strategic military intelligence and had already got a clue. But now
"Has the body been found?"

The subordinate standing in front of him bowed and said, "Section Chief, according to the secret line, the body was secretly thrown into the Yangtze River."

"What a pity, Kishimoto-kun will never see the cherry blossoms of the Empire again." Yamamoto was sighing when a secretary knocked on the door and reported:
"Colonel, a telegram from His Excellency Doi-Yuan."

"Show it here." Yamamoto Kentaro calmed down, took the telegram and started reading it.

As far as he knew, Mr. Doiyuan had achieved brilliant results on the front line and the situation was very good.

After his 14th Division forced its way across the Yellow River, it headed straight for the heart of the Central Plains - Yuzhou.

He had two paths to choose from. The first was to enter Yuzhou and take Kaifeng and Zhengzhou.

The Longhai and Pinghan railway arteries both pass through Yuzhou. Now that the Jinpu Line has been taken over by Japan, as long as Toyotomi is willing, he can cut off these two railways at any time, and then China's entire railway network will fall into the hands of Japan.

The second route is to bypass Kaifeng and Zhengzhou, go south from Yuzhou to Hubei, and directly attack Wuhan.

At this moment, Wuhan was the transit station for the National Government's westward migration to the mountain city and the temporary capital. Government agencies and the headquarters were all in Wuhan. In fact, it was the national military, political, and economic center. As long as Wuhan was conquered, the Japanese army would be able to march straight in.

Naturally, the National Government did not want Tojo to choose the second path. In order to stop him, the National Army sent 12 troops to surround Tojo's 2 Japanese troops in the Lanfeng area of ​​Yuzhou.

However, the defender of Lanfeng City was Gui Yunqing, a member of the first class of the Whampoa Military Academy. He only held out for three days in the Battle of Nanjing, and this time he only lasted less than three hours before running away.

In this way, Lanfeng City fell into the hands of Tu Feiyuan. He defended the city and waited for reinforcements, causing the national army, which had the upper hand, to fail.

Not only did they fail to kill Tu Feiyuan, the Japanese troops in Xuzhou also began to advance westward.

"The next step is to conquer Wuhan," Yamamoto Kentaro thought, and saw the message read: "Immediately find out the details of Plan K."

He had an idea. "Plan K" was exactly the information that "Kangaroo" had wanted to obtain before. How did Mr. Fatty know about it?

Could it be that he had planted his own people in Wuhan? As expected, Mr. Doi-Yuan was indeed the king of spies, more careful, bold, and insidious than his master, Sakanishi Ribaro, and his forefather, Aoki Nobuzumi.

"Plan K?" Yamamoto Kentaro pondered for a while, but could not figure it out. He ordered, "Go call Sakura over."

This "Sakura" is none other than Tomiko Uchiyama, Japan's best lock-picking expert. After being arrested last time, she successfully escaped from the cage of the Secret Service under pressure from the Japanese consulate. After returning to Shanghai, she worked hard to practice her agent skills and always wanted to show her talents. Yamamoto felt that now was the opportunity.

No matter what kind of defensive combat plan this so-called K Plan is, and no matter how high its confidentiality level is, the Military General Staff, the General Staff, and Chang's office that participated in the formulation of the plan must have a complete plan. As long as the safes in any of these three places are pried open, the military plan will fall into the hands of the Special High Section, and Uchiyama Tomiko is the only person to implement this plan.

"Colonel Yamamoto." The short Tomiko Uchiyama knocked on the door and came in. She had a protruding forehead, a dark yellow, flat face covered with bumps and freckles, a flat nose, cloudy and dull eyes, half open and half closed, thick lips, and an extremely wide mouth. When she opened her mouth to speak, a few yellow teeth were exposed without any cover, which made people subconsciously disgusted.

Yamamoto had long been accustomed to her appearance, and said patiently: "Ms. Chimiko, I have an important task for you to complete. Do you have the confidence?"

"Unlock it?" Uchiyama Tomiko smiled ugly and said proudly:
"When I joined the Intelligence Bureau, my first mission was to sneak into the British Consulate in the Empire of Japan to steal intelligence. It only took me an hour to get their telegram codes. Humph, if it were me now, it would only take me ten minutes or even less to complete it."

After a pause, she said in a grim tone, "Mr. Yamamoto, give the order. Should we go to Wuhan? Can I meet Zhang Yi, the Chinese? Last time, I fell into his hands and he tortured me in various ways. Every time I think of this, I hate him to the core. I request that he be sanctioned after completing the mission."

"Yo, hatred is the best weapon, but you can't let hatred blind your reason. I can promise you that I will take action against this person, but all this will have to wait until you complete the mission."

"Hay."

(End of this chapter)