My spy diary

Chapter 318 Eavesdropping Device (asking for monthly ticket)
After Wu Daokun was invited to get in the car, Wu Sibao immediately asked:
"Tell me, where does Li Zhiping live? Where is the secret radio station located?"

"Don't worry, just fulfill my conditions first."

"How much does it cost to ransom her?"

"Ten small yellow croakers."

Wu Sibao was stunned. From the name Xiaocui, he judged that Wu Daokun's lover was probably a whore from a secret brothel or a makeshift theater. He never expected that the price would be so high.

He was from the Green Gang, and his old man's subordinates were engaged in this kind of livelihood.

Some are elegant places, while others are filled with bad and good.

It is roughly divided into three levels.

The first class is naturally the "Shuyu", and the women in this kind of brothel are called Cishi, Xiansheng, and Guanren.

The second class is called "Tang Ming".

"Tangming" is a genuine brothel. The girls inside will not pretend to "sell their skills but not their bodies" like those in "Shuyu". Only the top girls here are worthy of being called "guanren".

Unlike the "Mr." in "Book Apartment", the "Guardian" can be introduced.

The third type is called "grass stage".

"Caotai" means a makeshift troupe. As the name suggests, it serves the masses at the bottom of society.

The prostitute here has no name, no talent or beauty. The only guarantee is that she is a woman.

Wu Sibao scoffed at these names. In his opinion, they were just "whores" and "brothels". Why bother with so many tricks?

He stared at Wu Daokun and asked, "She's so precious, which gang does she work for?"

"Qing Academy."

"Mr. Huang's territory?"

Wu Sibao's eyes narrowed. Although Huang Jinrong had retired long ago, he still had many disciples under him, and they were not people he could afford to offend at the moment.

He scratched his head subconsciously, looked around through the car window curtain for a while, then gritted his teeth and said:

"Wait, let me ask Director Li first."

Of course he wouldn't pay for it himself.

Wu Daokun couldn't help shrinking his neck when he saw what he did just now. He was really afraid that Wu Sibao would use force on him, but at this moment, he was already riding a tiger and it was too late to back down, so he bravely said coldly:
"You'd better hurry up, I have to go back soon, otherwise he will be suspicious, then..."

Wu Sibao's face changed suddenly. He looked at Wu Daokun fiercely, then got out of the car and left.

Wu Sibao rushed into Li Shijun's office without even knocking on the door.

Seeing his angry face, Li Shijun didn't know what was going on. He looked at him calmly and asked:

"Anything gained?"

The hurried pace and surging emotions made Wu Sibao a little breathless:

"We found Wu Daokun. He informed us that Li Zhiping has a secret radio station of a very high level."

Li Shijun's eyes lit up: "Is it accurate?"

Wu Sibao was about to speak, but Li Shijun waved his hand to stop him and signaled him with his eyes to close the office door.

Ding Mocun's office was right across the street, and he didn't want such confidential information to be heard by the other party.

"I don't know, but what that guy said is very certain."

“That’s really good news.”

Li Shijun smiled. In the spy war, radio stations were the focus of attention of all parties. Being able to crack the opponent's radio station was no less than winning a complete victory on the front battlefield.

Moreover, once the radio station and the code book are in hand, the Military Intelligence Bureau will no longer have any secrets from him, and he will be able to track down the root of the problem and completely destroy the Military Intelligence Bureau's Shanghai branch.

"Where does Li Zhiping live?"

"He won't say. He has conditions."

"What conditions?"

"Ten small yellow croakers." Wu Sibao came forward and told Li Shijun in a very small voice what Wu Daokun had just said.

Li Shijun stared out the window, feeling a little hesitant. He didn't expect Wu Daokun to offer such a high price.

But compared to a high-end secret radio station, this money is insignificant.

"give him."

"Are you really going to give it to him?" Wu Sibao said disdainfully, "If we weren't in the French Concession and I wasn't afraid of alerting the enemy, I would have tortured him a long time ago."

"It's not so easy to get the money from No. 76." Li Shijun smiled mysteriously.

He took out a pen and paper and wrote a note: "Go ahead and do it."

"clear."

Wu Daokun took a rickshaw from the bank and came all the way to the downstairs where Li Zhiping lived.

This is an apartment building built by the French.

The intelligence team rented three rooms in total.

Just as he was about to enter the corridor, he pulled a hand out of his pocket and spread out his palm. In his palm, there was a bug with two metal wires. This was the one Wu Sibao had just handed to him.

He stopped where he was, his expression changing for a while, and finally he put away the bug, rubbed his face, and walked calmly into the corridor.

As soon as he used the key to open the door, he saw Li Zhiping's radio operator Chen Jiadong standing behind the door with his hands behind his back, looking at him coldly.

"What have you been doing? You've been out for so long."

"I was not feeling well, so I went to a pharmacy to have a checkup."

"Where's the medicine?"

"How can I have the money? When will the funding be paid?"

Hearing this, Chen Jiadong's expression softened and he said, "The money should arrive tomorrow."

As he said this, he made way and stood aside to let Wu Daokun go in.

Then he stuck his head out, looked around vigilantly, and immediately closed the door.

Li Zhiping was sitting on a double sofa. Diagonally opposite him was a single sofa. Next to it was a square table with a black telephone on it.

Wu Daokun walked in from outside, glanced at the phone, quickly retracted his gaze, and started to ask:

"Sir, what do you want to eat today?"

Li Zhiping frowned and said, "Just make whatever you have at home. When the funding arrives tomorrow, I'll treat everyone to a good meal."

"Got it." Wu Daokun answered in a muffled voice and went into the kitchen.

Entering the kitchen, he pinched the bug in his pocket and frowned secretly. Li Zhiping and Chen Jiadong stayed indoors and everyone stayed in their own rooms at night, so he had no chance to install a bug.

How to do it?

Suddenly he caught sight of the kitchen knife on the table and an idea came to his mind.

Li Zhiping was sitting on the sofa and talking in a low voice with Chen Jiadong. When he saw Wu Daokun coming out with a kitchen knife, his expression immediately became stern. Chen Jiadong suddenly stood up and put his hand into his arms.

But unexpectedly, Wu Daokun dropped the kitchen knives one by one, placed them with the handles facing outwards on the coffee table in front of Li Chiping, and then sat down opposite him.

Li Zhiping looked at him in confusion. Wu Daokun covered their work as a servant. Although he had many minor flaws, he was still well-behaved. What happened today?
He stared at Wu Daokun and asked, "Daokun, what's the matter with you?" "Team leader, I don't want to do this anymore."

Li Zhiping frowned and looked at him: "Reason?"

"It's boring." Wu Daokun looked frustrated and shook his head.
"I'm already 30 years old this year. The worst of the three unfilial acts is not having a son or daughter. But I still don't even have a wife. I finally like a girl, but I don't have the money to redeem her. What's the point of living?"

"The boss said that we are not allowed to get married during the war."

"I understand the rules of the Military Control Commission. If you don't want me to leave, you can do it now."

"Why are you so interested in a prostitute?" Li Zhiping smiled and said:
"I am single now, am I not? When we defeat the Japanese, we will have houses, money, cars, and women. Why should we worry about not being able to find a wife?"

Wu Daokun shook his head, shrank there and said nothing.

Li Zhiping sighed, looked at him and asked, "Have you thought about the consequences of leaving without permission?"

"At worst, I'll just die."

"It's good that you understand." Li Zhiping looked at him, paused, and asked in a gentle tone:
"How much does it cost to redeem yourself?"

"Ten small yellow croakers."

"So many? Do you know how many guns and ammunition you can buy with this money?" Li Zhiping stood up, walked to Wu Daokun, patted him on the shoulder and said:
"I think you are really obsessed with it. You don't even have one, let alone ten small yellow croakers. With national hatred and family feuds at hand, don't think about the things in your crotch."

"Alright, let's just pretend that what happened today never happened, otherwise don't blame me for using family rules."

"I don't need your help, team leader. As long as you turn a blind eye, I can go out and do the job myself."

"Wu Daokun, stop talking nonsense. I'm giving you face. If I were the team leader, I would have punished you long ago." Radio operator Chen Jiadong shouted, "We are doing intelligence work, not robbery."

Li Zhiping looked at him with the same warning: "I want to emphasize one point, don't do anything reckless."

Wu Daokun took a deep breath and nodded with a frustrated look on his face: "I understand."

Seeing that he listened to his advice, Li Zhiping immediately patted him on the shoulder and said in a friendly manner:
"That's right. I know this job is boring and frustrating. Who made us do this?"

After a pause, he continued, "How about this, when we get the funding tomorrow, I'll give you half a day off so you can go out and have some fun."

Going out to play, of course, is for him to find his lover. Wu Daokun's face lit up and he said, "Thank you, team leader."

"Haha, that's right."

Li Zhiping smiled and said, "Although the three of us are superiors and subordinates, we live under the same roof and eat from the same pot. We are not brothers, but better than brothers. We should work together."

"That's what the team leader said."

"By the way, are there any unfinished wontons in the kitchen?" Li Zhiping saw Wu Daokun nod, stopped him, pressed him on the sofa, and said:

"You have served me for a year. Today, let me, Old Li, serve you too and let you taste my cooking skills."

Having said that, he turned and went straight into the kitchen.

The living room suddenly became quiet. Wu Daokun glanced at the kitchen knife on the coffee table, then glanced at Chen Jiadong who was sitting there. No one spoke.

In silence, Chen Jiadong picked up a newspaper and started reading.

Wu Daokun glanced at him. Although Chen's eyes were on the newspaper, the phone on the table was too close to him, so he had no chance to make a move.

The wall clock kept ticking, and the dull sound made Wu Daokun impatient.

After thinking about it, he suddenly stood up and stood opposite Chen Jiadong.

"What are you doing?" Chen Jiadong immediately put down the newspaper, glanced at the kitchen knife on the coffee table, and looked at him vigilantly.

"Give me a cigarette. I know where you have stock." Wu Daokun put on a flattering smile and quickly poured a cup of tea for the other party and handed it to him.

"Don't you not smoke?" Chen Jiadong looked at him and began to feel his body.

"I'm in a bad mood, so I want to cheer myself up."

"Heh." Chen Jiadong sneered, squeezed a cigarette out of the wrinkled cigarette box and handed it to him:
"Is it worth it for a prostitute? Actors are ruthless and whores are disloyal."

Wu Daokun frowned, leaned over to help Chen Jiadong light his cigarette, shook his head and said, "You don't understand."

"Isn't I just a woman? Do you think I'm a virgin?" Chen Jiadong sneered.

Wu Daokun didn't respond. He took a puff of cigarette, choked and coughed repeatedly, and asked:

“Isn’t this a bad smoke?”

"Haha, it seems you are the first one." Chen Jiadong was amused, looked at Wu Daokun, and asked curiously:
"Hey, tell me the truth, what does that bitch look like? Let me see her sometime."

Wu Daokun's face immediately turned gloomy and he stared at him angrily.

Seeing Wu Daokun couldn't help but laugh, Chen Jiadong laughed even more happily and continued:

"Old Wu, I advise you to take it easy. Brothels are a smoky, foul place. Don't get syphilis or venereal disease."

Hearing this, Wu Daokun stood up suddenly.

The kitchen stove was steaming hot and Li Zhiping was just about to put the wontons into the pot when he heard a loud "bang" from the living room.

He ran out quickly and saw that the black phone on the table had already fallen to the ground and broken.

On the side of the sofa, Wu Daokun held a kitchen knife against Chen Jiadong's neck, while the latter also pinched Wu Daokun's neck and put a gun to his head.

"Let go!" Li Zhiping was furious.

"Let go, are there any rules?"

"Hmph." Wu Daokun and Chen Jiadong glared at each other angrily. After a stalemate, the two finally let go.

Chen Jiadong put away his gun and said, "Team leader, he was the first one to hit me with the phone, like a mad dog."

Li Zhiping glared at him unhappily, frowned, looked at the phone, and asked Wu Daokun: "What's going on?"

Wu Daokun stiffened his neck and said, "He said Xiao Cui was a whore, her mouth was so fucking stinky, Xiao Cui was a girl from a bookstore, she didn't have any of that."

"That's enough, that's enough." Li Zhiping was speechless. Bitch is undoubtedly the most vicious curse against women, but since "Xiao Cui" makes a living through secret doors, no matter if you are untainted by the mud or if you sell your art but not your body, you are still a prostitute.

Chen Jiadong is also right.

He shook his head and warned, "Don't forget what we are doing. If we make such a big noise and alert the police, causing the mission to fail, no one will have an easy time."

After saying that, he snatched the kitchen knife from Wu Daokun's hand and turned back into the kitchen.

After a while, a squatter came out with a few bowls of wontons.

The three of them ate in silence, and no one said a word.

After that, Wu Daokun picked up the bowl and went into the kitchen to start washing the dishes. After a while, he walked out dejectedly with the bamboo basket for garbage.

As soon as he reached the trash can on the street, Wu Sibao, disguised as a cleaner, slowly approached:

"How about it?"

Wu Daokun looked around warily and said, "I didn't find an opportunity to attack, but the good news is that the phone has been broken."

"I understand. Leave the rest to us."

Wu Sibao smiled and said, "We have checked. The house next to yours is empty. Our people will move in tomorrow. Be careful not to expose yourself."

"I know. I'll just pretend I don't know him."

"You don't know them in the first place." Wu Sibao looked at him with a subtle expression.

(End of this chapter)