My spy diary

Chapter 389: Bad News Coming One After Another (asking for monthly tickets)

Intelligence Department.

The door was gently pushed open, and the originally smoky and noisy office suddenly fell silent.

Everyone's eyes were directed towards the door, only to see the old superior walking in, still wearing that neat Zhongshan suit and with that familiar calm aura.

But at this moment, everyone's expressions were different, some were astonished, some were panicked, and more were embarrassed.

Several young spies who were complaining about the lack of New Year benefits and allowances had their conversation cut off as if by a sharp blade. Their faces turned red, and they didn't know where to put their hands and feet. They slid back into their seats awkwardly, with documents rustling.

A team leader named Zhao Dacheng, who was originally scolding someone with the power of a bully, had his voice stuck in his throat. He laughed dryly twice, scratched his head, dodged his gaze, and was tongue-tied:
"Chief Zhang, you, you are here."

The smiles of the old-timers who were sitting by the window and whispering to each other froze on their faces. They didn't have time to put out the cigarettes they had just lit, and they hurriedly hid them behind their backs, with ashes scattering all over the floor. One of them said in panic:

"What's up Chief Zhang?"

"What? Not welcome?"

There was an unspeakable embarrassment in the air, and the person asking the question was even more embarrassed.

The clock on the wall was ticking, striking at everyone's tense heartstrings.

Zhao Dacheng broke the awkwardness and came forward with a smile and said, "How could that be possible? Chief Zhang, you are joking. You are always welcome to come and inspect."

"I'm here to take office, not to inspect." Zhang Yi slowly pulled over a stool and sat down.

I understand. Zhao Dacheng's expression became serious: "Gather together, Section Chief Zhang will give a speech."

In an instant, a group of ugly rabble quickly formed two rows and stood by the wall.

Zhao Dacheng hurriedly took out a teacup from the cabinet, rinsed it twice with hot water in front of Zhang Yi, and brewed a cup of Biluochun tea:

"Chief Zhang, we only have Biluochun. Please forgive me."

Zhang Yi said "hmm" and pulled out a newspaper to read.

Everyone looked at each other, waiting for further instructions, but the section chief remained silent and did not say anything.

Zhao Dacheng asked cautiously, "Chief, shall we call the roll now?"

Zhang Yi looked at the newspaper and asked without looking up, "Is everyone here?"

"Xiao Tang and the others caught a cold last night, so..." Zhao Dacheng explained. Now that Sun Zichao was dead, the plan to lure the snake out of its hole naturally came to an end.

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. Everyone was in a hurry to celebrate the New Year and forgot about these people for a moment.

These people had run out of diesel and supplies, and were cold and hungry. They could not bear it any longer, so they called the department back, but no one answered. Finally, they had no choice but to call Director He.

He Shangyou was also very angry. His grandson Chaoren was dead, and he still had to clean up the shit himself, so he asked his secretary to send a car to pick him up.

The secretary was also a mean person. He read people's expressions and sent an open jeep. The four or five people had to huddle together in a dusty manner.

In the midst of the wind and snow, everyone was holding their breath. They had worked in vain, and in the end they had to be pulled back like a pile of frozen potatoes.

Zhang Yi laughed in surprise, took the teacup to warm his hands, and asked Zhao Dacheng: "It was so lively just now, what were you talking about?"

Zhao Dacheng sighed and said, "Chief, everyone is talking about welfare, the General Affairs Office."

Zhang Yi held out his hand: "Phone."

Zhao Dacheng was stunned for a moment before he reacted and quickly pulled the phone over. The phone cord was not long enough, so he could only hold it with his butt sticking out, which looked very funny.

"To the General Affairs Office."

"Ah, alright."

The call was connected, and Zhang Yi took the microphone: "Looking for your Director Shen, I, Uncle Zhang Yi, have heard about it? Then you must support my work. Well, Happy New Year! Say hello to my sister-in-law, and see you later."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yi said, "I'll go to the General Affairs Office to pick up something later."

As soon as the words fell, everyone's faces broke into smiles, the haze that had been weighing on their hearts was swept away, and this year finally had something to look forward to.

Zhao Dacheng had a look of secret delight and inexplicable loss on his face. It was such a thorny problem and no matter how much he begged for help, it was useless. Section Chief Zhang solved it with just one phone call. How could the gap between people be so big?

He hurriedly pointed at a few people and said, "What are you still standing there for? Stop dawdling and go move the things."

"The thing won't run away by itself, why are you in such a hurry?"

Zhang Yi waved his hand to stop them, which stabilized people's hearts and boosted morale. It was time to get back to work.

After saying this, Zhang Yi stood up, and his tone immediately changed from calm to cold:
"Get ready for action, everyone check your guns and ammunition."

The office was immediately filled with the sounds of safety switches, magazines being ejected, bullets being checked, and reloading.

Zhao Dacheng also excitedly took out his pistol and checked the magazine. Zhang Yi said, "You stay here to look after the house."

His smile froze, and he looked at Zhang Yi in confusion: "Section Chief?"

"Move the stuff back."

"Yes." Zhao Dacheng smiled again.

A few minutes later, several cars roared and whizzed out of the Luojiawan compound, leaving only splashes of water.

The snow still didn't stop.

This seems to foreshadow something ominous.

A rickshaw was parked steadily at the entrance of a residential alley.

Sitting in the car with a canopy was Huang Dahai, the fussy and 50-something chairman of Dahai Freight Company.

But at this moment he had changed his clothes, wearing a cotton robe and a top hat, and carrying a briefcase.

He got off the rickshaw, sent the driver away, stood on the side of the road and looked around vigilantly. Seeing nothing unusual, he walked into the alley and finally stopped in front of a small courtyard with a big red word "Fu" pasted on it.

Just as I raised my hand to knock on the door, the gate had already opened and then quickly closed.

"Comrade Dahai!"

As soon as Huang Dahai walked in, he was held tightly by the hands inside the gate.

"Comrade Yongnian!" Huang Dahai, still holding the bag in his right hand, immediately stepped forward and also held the person tightly with both hands.

Comrade Yongnian is about 40 years old, wearing glasses, a long gown, and is well-mannered. He is Qian Yongnian, the head of the Shancheng Urban Construction Department.

"You called me here urgently, is there something wrong?"

"Something really happened. Let's go in and talk." Qian Yongnian took the briefcase from Huang Dahai and invited him to walk to the main house.

The room is simply furnished with a square table and two chairs.

The two of them sat down on the left and right.

Qian Yongnian laid his arms on the table, trying to get as close to Huang Dahai as possible, and said in a light but powerful voice: "Something went wrong with the batch of goods we delivered this morning."

At this point, he paused, "Two comrades died and one was arrested."

"I have a responsibility." Huang Dahai, who usually had a flattering and hypocritical smile on his face, was now serious and cold, as if he had become a different person. "If the transportation line could have been opened earlier, there wouldn't have been such a problem."

"Let's not talk about responsibility now, and the problem doesn't lie with you." Qian Yongnian immediately took over the conversation, "The problem lies with people."

"What's wrong with people?"

"The escort changed the route without authorization." Qian Yongnian said with a sullen face, "Originally, the cargo was planned to go through the Qingmuguan Inspection Station, but they heard that there were many people there, so they temporarily changed the route to the Yipinchang Inspection Station."

The Aoki Pass Checkpoint is located on the road leading to the northwest. The inspection here is equally strict, but it mainly checks people.

What the National Government feared most was that ordinary people would run to Pagoda Mountain, especially the young people.

Anyone going to the northwest must have a certificate. If there is any problem with the document, the person will be sent back at the very least, or directly detained and investigated at the most serious.

"Haste makes waste. So, what happened at the Yipinchang Inspection Office?" Qian Yongnian: "According to Comrade Zhao Fusheng who escaped, everything went smoothly at the beginning. He gave bribes to the inspectors and the inspection was perfunctory. Later, a spy asked them to keep half a truck of wood for heating. Several people were unwilling to do so, so they had a conflict with the spy.
The agents immediately changed their attitude and asked them not only to move all the wood down for inspection, but also to remove the tires. This incident immediately became the fuse. "

Huang Dahai was in the transport business and had long experienced the exploitation and wantonness of the people at the inspection station. He frowned and said:
"If they want wood, just give it to them. The medicine radio is much more valuable than those things. This is not just losing the big picture for the small."

"Who says it's not true? Old Liu and Old Wang said all the good things at the time, but Bai Gouzi refused to do it. Seeing that the drugs and the radio station were about to be exposed, Zhao Fusheng and Chen Mantun immediately fought with them." Qian Yongnian sighed, his face full of sorrow:
"They died just like that, leaving behind orphans and widows. How can I explain this to them?"

"Zhao Fusheng, Chen Mantun? New comrades?"

"Yes. The task of escorting is very heavy. In addition to dealing with the exploitation of various checkpoints, we also have to deal with ruffians and bandits. Last time, one of our trucks was robbed by bandits, so the organization specially transferred a few capable people from Pagoda Mountain. They are very good at fighting. Zhao Fusheng and Chen Mantun are locals in the mountain city and are familiar with the situation. Who would have thought..."

"He's good at fighting, but he just doesn't know how to deal with people, right? Damn it, he causes trouble for us as soon as he comes." Old Huang felt sad and aggrieved, and couldn't help but swear.

"Old Huang, stop complaining. The most important thing now is how to deal with the aftermath and rescue Comrade Chen Mantun."

"Where is Comrade Zhao Fusheng? Has he been transferred?"

Qian Yongnian nodded and looked at his watch. It was already eleven o'clock in the morning. If everything went well, Zhao Fusheng should have boarded the train to Chang'an.

At this moment, the phone rang suddenly.

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Qian Yongnian walked over and answered the phone, but said nothing, waiting for the person inside to speak first.

After a while, a man's deep voice came from the phone: "The guest is seriously ill and can't go back for the time being. Sorry."

After that, the call was disconnected.

Qian Yongnian was confused by this sudden news, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

Didn't Zhao Fusheng already get the ticket and a new identity? Why didn't he get on the train as scheduled?
If something happens to this person, the comrades lurking in the police station who helped him forge documents will be the first to bear the brunt of the consequences.

"What happened?"

"Something happened to Zhao Fusheng." Qian Yongnian looked at Old Huang, "I will report this to the organization right away."

".Okay." Old Huang responded helplessly. Bad news kept coming. Why was this year so difficult...

“Stop and check!”

As soon as Zhang Yi's car approached the Yipinchang Inspection Office, a soldier holding a red flag came towards him. Behind the wooden fence behind him, several long guns were raised.

The plainclothes officer driving the car slowed down, stuck his head out and said, "You don't even recognize the buses in the bureau? What is there to check?"

The soldier said with disdain: "Not to mention the car of the bureau, even Boss Dai's car has to be inspected."

The plainclothes officer was so angry at his words that he laughed: "You"

"Okay, stop the car and cooperate with their inspection."

Zhang Yi waved his hand to stop him. He had heard that Wei Xian, the director of the Yipinchang Inspection Office, was "domineering" and notorious. Now he had seen that even his subordinates spoke so toughly.

Of course, it is true that the soldier dared to say this.

On weekdays, whenever Dai Chunfeng's car passed by here, Deputy Director Zhang Yanyuan would secretly notify Wei Xian after receiving the news and let him be prepared.

Wei Xian would personally go there every time. Even when Boss Dai's car was far away, he would already be holding a green flag, activating the wooden fence, and saluting to allow Boss Dai to pass unimpeded.

But every time Dai Chunfeng would stop the car to inspect, Wei Xian was indeed a capable person, he managed the inspection in an orderly manner, every inspector was in high spirits and reported their work flawlessly, which made Boss Dai very satisfied.

Once, Dai Chunfeng was returning to the mountain city from Guiyang and passed through this checkpoint at night without notifying anyone in advance. The driver was used to rushing around, and just as he was about to break through, he was stopped, which made him so angry that he started cursing.

Wei Xian was checking the work, and it was dark so he couldn't see Boss Dai clearly. He was also afraid that the driver was pretending to be someone else, so he forcefully asked the driver to get out of the car for inspection.

The driver scolded: "You are blind, the boss is in the car."

Wei Xian said bluntly: "I am just following the boss's orders. The boss has made his own rules, so he should abide by them. I will inspect no matter who comes."

When Dai Chunfeng heard this, he immediately got out of the car, asked him to check according to the established regulations, and gave him special praise.

After this incident spread, vehicles passing by became more cautious, as everyone knew that Wei Xian was not someone to be trifled with.

Many spies were unhappy with him and secretly reported this to Boss Dai, but Dai Chunfeng said:
"What we need is this kind of cadre who is ruthless and does not understand the ways of the world. No matter what other shortcomings he has, this is very desirable."

In this way, Wei Xian's position as director became more and more stable.

The inspector checked carefully and verified the documents before politely saying, "It's Section Chief Zhang. What's your official business?"

"Where is your Director Wei?"

"The prisoner is being interrogated in the interrogation room."

"lead the way."

"Chief Zhang, the director has ordered that no one is allowed to disturb him."

"I am here to hand over the prisoner on the orders of Boss Dai. What? Do you want to disobey orders?"

".Okay, this way please."

The light in the interrogation room was dim and the smell of blood was overwhelming.

What caught my eye were all kinds of handcuffs and anklets hanging on the walls, as well as whips and canes with blood still stained on them. There was really everything.

Sitting on a chair against the wall at the entrance was a thin, dark-skinned man in a Zhongshan suit.

He was bald, with a pair of triangular eyes hidden in deep eye sockets. His pupils were as fierce as two cold knives, and he was staring at the prisoner opposite him.

Wei Xian - dangerous, worthy of the name, Zhang Yixin said.

Hanging on the interrogation stand opposite him was a young man with a flat head and a stubborn face, about twenty years old. He had been shot in the shoulder and blood was oozing out uncontrollably. His body was not in much better condition either, with scars and blood all over it.

Obviously he had endured some torture.

"Director, this is Chief Zhang from the Intelligence Department." The subordinate introduced nervously.

Wei Xian said nothing, lit a cigarette, stared at the prisoner and shouted:

"Once you enter this place, I have a hundred ways to convict you and make the Red Party unable to sneeze. It's up to you to decide whether to cooperate or stubbornly resist."

After saying this, he turned his head to look at Zhang Yi: "I've heard a lot about you, Chief Zhang, what can I do for you?"

Seeing this fellow was so arrogant and pretending to be stupid, Zhang Yi was too lazy to be polite with him. He put on a stern face and took out Dai Chunfeng's instructions:

"I am here to pick up the person under the order of the Director. Military orders are as heavy as a mountain. Director Wei, please complete the handover procedures immediately."

Wei Xian pretended not to hear anything. He drooped his eyelids and asked, "Didn't you hear what Mr. Dai said?"

Zhang Yi smiled lightly and looked at him with disdain, his tone was extremely indifferent, as if he had discovered a small surprise:

"Are you going to disobey me?"

Wei Xian's expression froze, and he said angrily, "Of course I will obey Mr. Dai's orders, but you guys from the Intelligence Department are really good at taking advantage of others, aren't you? We are the ones who arrested him."

"You are the ones who arrested the man. No one can deny it." Zhang Yi said calmly, "It is your duty to set up checkpoints. It is our job to identify the traitors in the Red Party. You'd better do your job well."

Wei Xian snorted coldly: "If you had come a little later, I would have obtained the prisoner's confession."

"Not necessarily? He seems adamant to me. Let's leave the interrogation to professionals like us."

"Hmph, what do you mean? His accomplices have been arrested. I will soon know his true identity. Following the clues, I can find his family and parents. Parents are like heaven to earth. I want to see whether he will be loyal or filial."

Has the accomplice been arrested?
Zhang Yi's heart was in turmoil, but there was no trace of emotion in his eyes:
"Thank you, Director Wei, for telling me the good news. Don't worry, once the prisoner confesses, you will certainly get some credit."

Wei Xian was speechless. He was silent for a moment, snorted coldly, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

"take away!"

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(End of this chapter)