My spy diary

Chapter 357 Connection (please vote for me)

On a street with few pedestrians, Wang Naiqi was standing on the street wearing a cotton robe that he had kept at the bottom of his closet, trying hard to adjust his indescribable mood, quietly waiting for people, with the sign of "Yi Xin Bookstore" standing quietly behind him.

After a while, a rickshaw drove towards him.

The car stopped and a young girl got out. After paying the fare, she walked calmly up to him.

This young girl was none other than Comrade Lin Xiumei, whom he had met in the office two days ago.

Compared with that day, Lin Xiumei did not wear a military uniform today. Instead, she wore a plain floral cotton jacket with a wide scarf covering half of her face, making her look very simple.

"Miss Lin Xiumei." Wang Naiqi called.

Lin Xiumei noticed Wang Naiqi's meticulous dressing. She looked him up and down with a smile on her face:
"Old Wang, you are in high spirits today!"

"This is the dress I wore when I joined the organization. I am reluctant to wear it until the holidays." Wang Naiqi glanced around and said in a low voice.

"So you're going to wear this when you get married? Come in."

Lin Xiumei smiled and pointed at the bookstore, and Wang Naiqi hurriedly led the way.

"The bookstore clerk has already resigned, and has been waiting for you to come. It's such a small shop, and having two waiters will attract too much attention." Wang Naiqi picked up a rag to clean the dust on the bookshelf while introducing himself.

Seeing that he was talking nonstop, Lin Xiumei interrupted him: "Boss Wang, where do I live?"

Wang Naiqi seemed not to hear and continued talking to himself.

"Boss Wang?" Lin Xiumei called him again.

"Ah?" Wang Naiqi finally reacted.

"I said, where do I live? And how do I arrange my work? You look nervous."

Wang Naiqi was stunned: "Is it so obvious?"

He sighed, "You have to give me some time to adapt."

"We can wait, but will the enemy wait?"

Seeing that she was serious, Wang Naiqi also regained his seriousness. He thought to himself that as an old underground man, he must not let a little girl look down on him. He said with a stern face:

"Then let's talk about work. Your superiors sent you here to assist me in my work. You will serve as a courier and be mainly responsible for the transmission of intelligence. This should be no problem, right?"

Lin Xiumei nodded.

He continued, "You came at the right time. The intelligence about the mermaid has been delivered. If the plan succeeds, the cotton yarn problem should be solved."

This surprised Lin Xiumei: "So fast?"

“He’s always been very efficient.”

As Wang Nai-qi spoke, he seemed to be recalling the past. He silently reached into his pocket to take out a cigarette, but when he glanced at the lady in front of him, he hesitated and put the cigarette back.

Lin Xiumei guessed that he was craving for cigarettes and said, "Go ahead and smoke."

"No more smoking." Wang Naiqi shook his head, took a map, and began to introduce the content of the intelligence to her.

Lin Xiumei took note of it carefully, and then she asked thoughtfully:
"So, we are going to take action when the train passes Chang'an?"

"Yes, so we have to make arrangements early."

Lin Xiumei nodded and asked, "Will the mermaid participate in this operation?"

"I don't know." Wang Naiqi shook his head. "He only said that this matter was implemented by the senior leaders of the Military Control Commission and the Freight Management Bureau in cooperation with the Military Control Commission Shanghai District. He did not specify who was involved."

After a pause, he said firmly: "Even if he is involved, we can't ask about it. Instead of being curious about his identity, it is better to do our own things well to avoid bringing him danger."

Lin Xiumei pondered and asked, "Aren't you curious about his identity?"

"I was curious before, but not now. I just know that he is doing the right thing. Although we are on different paths, we are heading in the same direction."

Lin Xiumei was unwilling to accept this and said, "This is good for his safety, but for such a long time, we still don't know who he is, and he has not taken the initiative to reveal his identity. This is a serious irresponsibility to the organization and to him personally."

"On the contrary, I think it's good to maintain the current contact status. He is the greatest responsibility to the organization by continuously providing us with intelligence and help."

"How can this be the same? I am doing this out of my personal responsibility to him."

"Alright, he's lurking in the heart of the enemy, trembling with fear every day, and the suffering he's endured is beyond our imagination. It's fine if we can't help him, but don't make things worse."

"Wait, Lao Wang, your thinking is very problematic. What do you mean by causing trouble?"

Lin Xiumei interrupted him and said seriously:
"A true XXist fighter not only needs outstanding courage and wisdom, strict discipline, and a spirit of selfless dedication, but also an extremely firm belief and loyalty. He has no shortage of courage and wisdom, but what about the other people?
After all, he has been among the enemy for a long time. We don't know his identity, so who knows if he has done anything out of the ordinary like other military spies."

Wang Naiqi was choked by these words. He looked deeply at the girl in front of him. As someone who had just returned from Pagoda Mountain, her faith and revolutionary enthusiasm were naturally beyond reproach, but she had never done real underground work. Could she really understand what cruelty was?
Is this overly rigid mindset really suitable for undercover work?
He began to doubt.

"So." Lin Xiumei wanted to say something, but Wang Naiqi immediately interrupted her with a wave of his hand:
“Everyone has a different understanding of faith, and as long as it is beneficial to the country and the people, it deserves respect.

As for what you said about being close to bad people, in the process of obtaining intelligence, it is inevitable to infringe on the interests of ordinary people, or do things that you call outrageous, but for the sake of intelligence, will you not do it? If it were you, what would you choose?"

Lin Xiumei's chest heaved up and down, she was very angry. She felt that Wang Naiqi's ideas were very dangerous and simply unreasonable, so she had to report it to her superiors.

"Don't doubt people when you employ them, and don't employ people you don't trust." Wang Naiqi said with a serious face:
"If the harm or betrayal to one or two people is based on helping more ordinary people, don't you think the harm or betrayal is worth it?
In a sense, our job itself is about hurt and betrayal.

Betray family ties, betray humanity, and sometimes even betray yourself, do everything you are unwilling to do, but those are the right things, even if they are sometimes unreasonable. "

Lin Xiumei looked unconvinced and was silent for a while before saying:
"I reserve my opinion and will report it to the organization."

"This is your right," Wang Naiqi said expressionlessly, "but before you get a reply from your superiors, you must obey my orders."

As he said this, he looked at her and said, "Send the information as soon as possible."

Shanghai.

A black car stopped in front of the huge fountain of the Cathay Hotel, which was brightly lit and bustling with people.

The uniformed doorman hurried down the steps and helped open the car door.

A middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and a mustache stepped out of the car, holding a briefcase in his hand.

Following closely behind were two muscular bodyguards, each carrying a heavy suitcase.

The middle-aged man had a gentle smile on his face, like a traveler from afar.

He casually threw a silver dollar to the doorman, who immediately and attentively took the briefcase from his hand and led them to the VIP box on the third floor.

As soon as the men sat down, a tall waitress served them red wine, cigarettes and seasonal fruits.

After the waiter left, the man took out a declaration from his pocket, folded it into a strip, and slowly placed it on the table. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and waited silently.

After a while, a bodyguard finally couldn't help it and whispered in his ear:
"District Chief, the meeting time has passed. Could it be that Xu Caicheng didn't find the missing person notice we posted on the report and didn't come to meet us today?"

These three people were naturally Zhang Yi and his group who sneaked into Shanghai in disguise.

Zhang Yi flicked the ash off his cigarette calmly and said softly:

"Be patient. Xu Caicheng is so successful among the Japanese, so he is definitely not an ordinary person. He will definitely come. Maybe he is hiding in the dark and observing us right now."

"Observe us?"

"Yes, if he thinks we are hopeless, he might not show up."

"You mean testing each other?" "Yes, be alert and be careful."

"Yes."

After finishing a cigarette, Zhang Yi picked up the red wine and took a sip while observing everyone in the VIP lounge out of the corner of his eye.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie not far away handed the chips in his hand to the bodyguard beside him listlessly and walked over slowly.

He did not come to Zhang Yi's table, but sat down next to him, took a cigar from the bodyguard and started smoking.

Zhang Yi just looked at him calmly and paid no more attention.

After a while, the man finished smoking his cigar, suddenly turned his head to glance at the newspaper on Zhang Yi's desk, and asked:
"declare?"

"Yes."

"Can you lend it to me?"

"It's up to you."

"Thank you very much." The man took the newspaper with a smile and asked casually, "Sir, are you here on business or to visit friends?"

"Visiting friends."

"Oh, judging from the gentleman's attire, your friend must be either rich or noble. I wonder if he is famous or not. Xu is a well-known person in Shanghai, so maybe he knows your friend."

"Really? His surname is Tu, and his given name is Mu."

"Tu? Is that the Tu of butcher? This surname is not uncommon. It seems that Xu is ignorant."

The man thought about it and shook his head. He took out a few US dollars from his pocket, put them on the table, and said:
"It's better to meet by chance than to meet by chance. Sir, I'll pay for this table. I hope you have a good time."

Having said that, he turned around and left surrounded by his bodyguards.

"District chief?"

Zhang Yi didn't say anything, but smiled slightly. "Tu" is homophonic to "tu", and "tumu" means "du", so the connection has been completed.

He picked up the US dollar bills on the table and saw a green certificate in the middle with two lines of gold characters on it:

The special agent headquarters of the Special Service Committee of the Central Executive Committee of the Communist Party of China.

This is naturally not Xu Zengen’s Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, but Li Shijun’s No. 76.

Zhang Yi opened it and saw that the owner of the certificate was called Xu Tian, ​​who looked very ordinary in the photo.

There was a note sandwiched between the documents: 10 o'clock tonight, Navy Club, Hongkou.

The time, place and documents undoubtedly invited Zhang Yi to attend the appointment tonight.

"Let's go. We can't stay here for long. Let's go to the hotel room first." Zhang Yi put away his documents, destroyed the note, stood up and said.

"Yes."

The three of them quickly completed the check-in procedures and began to get busy once they entered the room, checking for any eavesdropping devices, forged documents, and so on.

Everything was ready. Zhang Yi put the ID card with his disguised photo in his pocket, and took a suicide button injected with potassium cyanide from Monkey. He said:

"I'll leave now. One of you will look after the luggage, and the other will go find Yang Wenxuan and Liu Kui in the Shanghai Experimental Area and use their radio to send a message to Boss Dai."

"Yes."

The two men bowed solemnly and looked at Zhang Yi with worry.

The district chief is about to meet the Japanese. If anything goes wrong, he will be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth.

Zhang Yi's face was calm and he walked out without hesitation. He got into the car provided by the hotel and drove into the darkness.

The Navy Club was a place where high-ranking Japanese military officers sought pleasure, and those who came and went were all Japanese soldiers and fawning puppet military officials.

Zhang Yi showed his ID from the "Special Agent Headquarters" and walked in under the guidance of a Japanese waiter.

As soon as he sat down, a Japanese waitress came up with a large plate of Japanese food, smiled and said gently:

"Sir, is this your first time here? Please try our delicious food.

After you finish eating, you can go shopping in the club. We have piano, music, desserts and sake are free for you to enjoy. "

"How do you know this is my first time here?" Zhang Yi asked with interest.

Seeing that he was speaking pure Japanese, the waitress smiled more gently, a blush appeared on her face, and she said:
"Everyone who has been here has gone to the back to look for girls."

The so-called girl is naturally a weian woman.

"Oh, a Japanese girl?"

"Hi. They are the most beautiful and gentle girls in our Great Japanese Empire. They are also contributing their strength to the holy war." The waitress said this with pride and glory on her face.

Zhang Yi was disdainful in his heart. Little Japan is really a magical country. He stared at the waitress and asked:
“Are there any Chinese girls?”

"Please enjoy your meal, sir." The waitress seemed to be very secretive. She bowed, turned around and left.

Zhang Yi seemed to be thinking about something.

Just as he was about to take a closer look at the internal structure of the club, he saw Xu Caicheng walking out of a private room and waved to Zhang Yi, who immediately walked over.

The private room was filled with smoke. In the middle sat a bald man with a gloomy face and sinister eyes. Next to him sat three singing girls with thin eyebrows and red lips, and they were toasting each other.

Xu Caicheng bowed slightly and introduced, "Colonel Fujita, this is Mr. Xu Tian from the Special Agent Headquarters."

"Hello, Fujita-kun."

When Fujita saw that he could speak Japanese, he glanced at him with a little surprise, and then drank sake by himself.

Zhang Yi naturally understood that this was a warning to him, and he just looked at him with a smile.

After a few minutes, Fujita burped and put his wine glass down heavily. Several geishas were silent, bowed and slowly retreated.

He then looked at Zhang Yi and asked:

"Is your boss's last name Chen or Dai?"

Zhang Yi still smiled and said:
"What does it matter if your last name is Chen or Dai?"

Fujita nodded and gave an unfathomable smile:

"It really doesn't matter, but can you represent the Shancheng government?"

Zhang Yi stared at him and said word by word: "I can only say that today's conversation will be reported to the top person in charge without missing a word."

"Yoshi, say hello to your boss for me."

Fujita stared at him for a moment, then slowly stood up, walked to Zhang Yi and bowed.

"Mr. Wu, you have worked hard on the journey. Please take a seat."

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(End of this chapter)