My spy diary

Chapter 395: The Reappearance of Cheongsam (asking for monthly ticket)

The Central Hotel was brightly lit and filled with relaxing music.

Xiang Xinying was dressed like a socialite and felt like a fish in water here.

With a charming smile on her face, she twisted her waist and walked seductively onto the dance floor.

A businessman with a big brain caught a glimpse of her and could not help swallowing his saliva. He pushed his partner aside and walked over to her, bowed like a gentleman, and said in a trembling voice:
"Miss, can I ask you to dance with me?"

Xiang Xinying looked him up and down in surprise:
"Who are you? Why should I dance with you?"

"The lady's figure is so beautiful, it really makes people..."

Before he could finish his words, Xiang Xinying interrupted him with a look of disdain:
"There are two kinds of people who ask me to dance here. One is a handsome young man who spends money like water, and the other is a wealthy businessman. Sir, I'm afraid you belong to the second kind?"

These words were clearly meant to mock the businessman in front of him for his unflattering appearance.

The businessman smiled awkwardly. If the person opposite him was an ugly one, he would have slapped him hard in the face.

However, beauties always have the right to be treated preferentially, especially natural beauties like this.

As long as I can get her and ride on her and ravage her hard, losing some face won’t matter.

He took a deep breath, smiled and said, "Miss, I am not a wealthy businessman. I asked you to dance because you are so beautiful that I can't help myself. I hope you can give me some face?"

Xiang Xinying came out to carry out a mission, and she didn't like a man as ugly as a businessman.

However, she was born as a socialite, so she naturally knew how to play hard to get and manipulate people's hearts. She glanced at her target who was dancing with others not far away in the dance floor, and smiled:
"Haha, I've been in Shancheng for so long, and I've never met a man who speaks so directly and beautifully as you. Okay, let's go dance."

After that, she stretched out her hand lazily.

The businessman took it with a look of surprise, feeling both surprised and delighted. He respectfully and gently took her arm and slid into the dance floor.

I don't know if the man was too excited or didn't know how to do this, but after dancing for a while, he stepped on Xiang Xinying a few times.

Xiang Xinying lost interest in the dance and simply left the man alone and started dancing "Cha Cha".

Her graceful figure and gorgeous dancing posture soon made her the focus of the audience. Even her target, Dean Ju's trusted secretary Zhang Wenjie, squinted his eyes and began to look at her.

Xiang Xinying was not at all shy. Her pair of enchanting eyes attracted many men and women, and she was very affectionate.

The song is over.

Zhang Wenji pushed his female companion aside and came over to block Xiang Xinying. The businessman came over and was about to say something, but before he could open his mouth, he was violently pushed away by the two guards behind Zhang Wenji.

He looked at Xiang Xinying reluctantly, then looked at Zhang Wenjie, and left angrily.

"Sir, we are all here to have fun, please don't ruin my business." Xiang Xinying said in a charming tone.

"I have plenty of money, I'll take care of you tonight." Zhang Wenji said lightly, took out a stack of US dollars from his woolen suit and shook it in front of Xiang Xinying.

Xiang Xinying glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and took the banknote:

"Willing to serve you."

Zhang Wenji smiled and snapped his fingers with a lecherous look: "Change place."

With money and power, there is no woman he cannot win.

"Where to go? You decide."

"I have a private room upstairs, come with me."

“Okay.” Xiang Xinying smiled and took Zhang Wenji’s arm. She couldn’t help but wink at the two guards who looked alert. She turned around and put her scarlet lips close to Zhang Wenji’s earlobe, breathing out orchids from her mouth.

Secretary Zhang's heart was moved. He held her waist tightly with a passionate look and walked towards the elevator.

Soon, the laughter of men and women making love rang out in the hotel room.

The two guards stood at the door, hearing the unruly laughter and feeling the charming scene in the room, and they felt their blood boiling.

One of them lit a cigarette in annoyance, and another one spat: "Bah, what the hell!"

No one knew who he was scolding, and neither of the two people in the room knew.

At this moment, the rain stopped, and Secretary Zhang lit a cigarette leisurely. While playing with the woman, he asked proudly:

"Compared to me and your other men, who is better?"

Xiang Xinying panted slightly and said, "Do you think that because you are young, you are more capable than others? In fact, according to my experience, you can only be considered average."

This surprised Secretary Zhang. He suddenly turned over, suppressed his anger and jealousy, and asked unwillingly: "What's wrong with me?"

Xiang Xinying said: "Young people like you only know how to use brute force, unlike my husband, who, although not young, knows how to caress."

"Really? Then he is of the highest quality?"

"Medium quality."

Secretary Zhang was even more surprised and asked subconsciously: "Then who is the top grade?"

"Of course Mr. Dai."

"Who?"

"Mr. Dai Yunong from the Military Intelligence Bureau."

"Who? Director Dai?!" Upon hearing this, Secretary Zhang's head buzzed as if he was struck by lightning - he actually played with Director Dai's woman?

"Who are you?" Secretary Zhang's heart began to beat fast, but he still pretended to be a high-ranking official's secretary. While asking, he jumped out of bed and packed his clothes.

"Are you scared?" Xiang Xinying laughed. "Who am I? I am Xiang Xinying, the wife of Mao Qiwu, the acting chief secretary of the Military Intelligence Bureau."

"It's over!" Secretary Zhang trembled all over. Even if she was not Boss Dai's woman, she was still Mao Qiwu's wife. Could his life be saved?

He asked tremblingly: "What do you want to do? Why are you approaching me?"

Xiang Xinying gave him a ghostly smile and looked at him with a half-smile, but didn't say anything.

The more this happened, the more panicked Secretary Zhang became. He suddenly knelt on the ground, crawled to the bedside, and begged:

"I beg you, I beg you, please let me go. I can pay you any amount of money you want, as long as Secretary Mao doesn't know about this. I can do anything, okay?"

Without waiting for Xiang Xinying to answer, Secretary Zhang staggered to his feet, rushed to the cabinet beside the bed, and pulled open the door.

Inside was a small safe. He opened it tremblingly. The small box was filled with US dollar gold bars.

Secretary Zhang grabbed a handful of gold bars and US dollars and held them in front of Xiang Xinying, crying out with tears streaming down her face:

"I'll give it all to you. All the money I've made in the past few years will be given to you. I just ask you to let me go. Okay?"

After saying this, he burst into tears.

Xiang Xinying gave him a sarcastic smile and let him cry. After a while, she put on her clothes, looked down at him condescendingly, and asked:
"Do you think I'm short of money?"

Secretary Zhang stopped crying, but her lips were still trembling.

Xiang Xinying continued, "I don't want money, but I want to ask you something."

"Ask me, I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

Xiang Xinying smiled proudly. After working as a spy for so long, she felt a sense of accomplishment for the first time - playing with a person's emotions, thoughts and even life in the palm of her hand.

Before the Chang'an Incident, he was ordered to infiltrate Yang and gather intelligence, but he almost died. He sneaked into the home of the traitor Yin Rugeng, but his plot was exposed and he fled overnight. He infiltrated the two Chen brothers, but his identity was exposed and he fled...

She had always been on the brink of failure, but today, she easily made Secretary Zhang fall in love with her, which reminded her of the first time Boss Dai tried to persuade her to defect.

This feeling is so addictive. No wonder everyone wants to be a spy, get promoted, and have power.

She let out a long breath, looked down at Secretary Zhang at her feet, and said calmly:
"Then let's talk about the Fifth Column and the radio station hidden in Mr. Ju's house."

Half an hour later, Xiang Xinying returned home contentedly.

When she entered the living room, she found that the lights were off. In the dim moonlight, a figure was faintly reflected on the snow-white screen wall, which startled her: "Who?"

"Pop." Mao Qiwu turned on the light and said with a smile, "Who else could it be in our family? Or who do you hope it is?"

Xiang Xinying patted her chest and glared at him, saying angrily:

"You are at home, why don't you turn on the lights?"

Mao Qiwu didn't respond, but looked at her hopefully:
"How is it?"

"Humph, you don't even ask if they are in any danger, but you are just thinking about the information."

Mao Qiwu still didn't say anything. Xiang Xinying saw that he was smiling, but there was clearly no smile in his eyes. She didn't dare to joke anymore and said directly:

"I asked Zhang Wenji several times, and he only gave me one answer: Mr. Ju's family had never had a radio station or anything like that.

Moreover, they also received a top-secret information that there was an enemy spy agency lurking inside the Military Intelligence Bureau, using the cover of working for Director Dai and Chairman of the National People's Congress to secretly pass a large amount of intelligence to the Japanese. "

Mao Qiwu was surprised. Zhang Yi was right. Was this a counter-espionage plot by the enemy? He wanted them to kill each other, throw them into disarray, and then wait for an opportunity to sneak in.

What a sinister intention!
He was so frustrated that he smashed a teacup. Xiang Xinying didn't dare to persuade him, but Mao Qiwu didn't let himself continue to rage.

Whether he was investigating an undercover agent or an enemy spy, he lost another round in the contest with his opponent.

Is it that I can only be responsible for the written work and have no control over the actions?

He is not reconciled!
Thinking of this, Mao Qiwu smiled grimly: "What else did he say?"

"After Mr. Ju received this information, he was preparing to report it to the chairman and report Mr. Dai."

"Why are you telling me such important information now?"

Mao Qiwu glared at his wife. This situation must be reported to Boss Dai immediately. Once Boss Dai reported it to the old man, he would have preconceived ideas. Even if Mr. Ju turned the tables, the old man would not believe it.

Thinking of this, he stood up and wanted to go out.

"What are you going to do?"

"Work."

"If you don't take a rest, Boss Dai is still sleeping. Don't you see what time it is?"

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Mao Qiwu then remembered to look at the watch. It was already 3:30 in the morning, and daybreak would be in a few hours.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's go to bed first."

Xiang Xinying's mood improved and she snuggled up to him gently.

The light was dim and there was a rustling sound on the double bed.

The breathing of both of them gradually became rapid, but after a while they seemed to have returned to calm.

Mao Qiwu was worried. He lay on his back, staring at the beams, and said, "I can't do it today."

Xiang Xinying next to him had a face full of resentment: "Is it impossible, or do you not want to? You despise me for sleeping with someone else, isn't this what you asked for?"

Mao Qiwu was silent for a while and said, "No, I'm too tired today."

"Oh, then go to bed quickly." After saying that, Xiang Xinying suppressed her disappointment and reached out to turn off the desk lamp.

Their wedding photo was hung above the head of the bed. The two people in the photo who had once exchanged glances were now gradually being swallowed up by the endless darkness.

Secretary Wang was lying on a girl with a flushed face and high spirits. Alcohol was his best aphrodisiac. After a few bottles of wine, he seemed to have endless energy.

Then, just like the night sky after the fireworks, darkness immediately follows the splendor, and a huge sense of panic envelops you without stopping.

Secretary Wang sat up and stared at the clock on the wall that was swinging left and right, his face pale.

Its daybreak.

The phone rings.

He picked up the phone, and a cold voice came from the other end: "Secretary Wang, it's time to leave."

The word "departure" shocked Secretary Wang's heart. What were they going to do? Of course, they were going to dress up as traitors of the Red Party and go fishing. He rubbed his haggard face and said vaguely, "I know."

"Hurry up, we're waiting for you outside."

".I know, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Secretary Wang put on his clothes absentmindedly and came out of the small bag in the fireworks room. The madam came up to him flatteringly:

"Are you having fun, sir?"

Secretary Wang said nothing and walked out expressionlessly.

Seeing him walking away, the madam spat disdainfully: "What a joke."

Outside, four capable plainclothes officers were already waiting. They greeted Secretary Wang and said directly, "Let's go."

"Where to go?"

"Take the bus or the tram. We'll go wherever there are a lot of people and where the Red Party is active. Now that the school is on holiday, let's go to the factory first."

As they were talking, a plainclothes officer took out a hood and handed it to Secretary Wang:
"Secretary Wang, I'm sorry, please cooperate with me."

After Secretary Wang put on the hood, the plainclothes officers waved their hands and several other plainclothes officers immediately grabbed him and took him to the bus stop, causing passers-by to look at each other in shock and whisper.

After waiting for a while, a public bus came wobbling over.

Just as the plainclothes officers were about to escort Secretary Wang into the car, the chief immediately shook his head and said:

"Next one."

Several people looked at him in confusion.

The leader pointed at the bus and yelled, "The whole f*cking bus is filled with plainclothes officers from the Inspectorate and their families. Why are you acting like that in front of your own people?"

The inspection room he was talking about was not the inspection room of the bureau headquarters, but the inspection room under the Unified Inspection Office of Waterway Transportation.

Their office was located inside the bus station. In addition to using this agency to monitor the bus company's employees, the spies also followed and monitored the passengers on the buses.

Of course, they will not let go of any opportunity to make a profit. They get free tickets, priority tickets and special treatment for a long time.

But they didn't need these things at all when riding the bus, and the spy even bought a ticket.

These free tickets are for my family and friends.

Therefore, whenever a bus left the city, whether entering or leaving the city, almost half of the passengers were spies and their families who did not buy tickets. The buses were filled with smoke and chaos, but people dared not say anything.

In this way, the few people waited for a while in frustration, and finally another tram came.

Amid the passengers' whispers, they escorted the "traitor" onto the bus.

Seeing the "traitor" drooping his head, the leader glanced at the passengers warily and whispered in his ear: "Cheer up."

The "traitor" complained: "Will anyone believe it?"

The leader said depressedly: "Didn't you come up with the idea? How come you don't have confidence in yourself?

Forget it, if Director He asks us to arrest someone, we will arrest him. What if there are underground party members who really believe it? If they believe it, won’t they attack?"

"It's better not to encounter it. Bullets don't have eyes." Secretary Wang said angrily.

As soon as he finished speaking, another platform arrived.

"Hey, what a beauty." A plainclothes officer hissed.

The leader looked in the direction of the voice and saw a tall and plump woman standing at the end of the line waiting for the bus.

She was wearing a fashionable cheongsam with a stand-up collar, gold-rimmed buttons, a snow-white fox fur waistcoat, and her hair reached her waist.

She was wearing a mask, her eyes were lowered, and she was holding a bag of Chinese medicine in her hand.

Although he couldn't see her face clearly, the leader could tell she looked like a prostitute even through the car window.

Seeing her holding the Chinese medicine and looking uncomfortable, he wondered if this woman had syphilis.

After all, women who look like this are usually the top stars in the entertainment world, and they are greeted and seen off by dignitaries. They are picked up and dropped off by cars when they go out, so why would they take the tram?

Thinking of this, he withdrew his vigilant and scrutinizing gaze.

As soon as the tram stopped at the station, the people in the queue rushed forward excitedly. By the time the woman in the cheongsam arrived, the tram was already full.

The driver yelled, "We can't take you anymore. Wait for the next one."

Just as the door was about to close, the woman carrying the bag of Chinese medicine suddenly reached out and poked a young man who looked like a student at the door.

The young man's nose was itchy when the scarlet nails poked it, and the scent of powder smacked his nose. Seeing the woman looking at him pitifully, he blushed and jumped out of the car quickly.

The cheongsam woman finally got on the bus.

"Go to the back and buy the ticket in the middle. Don't try to get away with it." The driver yelled again.

People were crowded together and no one wanted to move. Only the woman in cheongsam obediently squeezed towards the middle of the tram.

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on her and her chest, with ambiguous and malicious looks.

But the woman said nothing. She lowered her head and eyes, squeezed through the crowd awkwardly, bought a ticket, and walked to the back door of the tram alone.

When the bus reached the next stop, she got off alone and disappeared in the crowd amid the passengers' pointing and talking.

The tram continued to move forward, wobbling.

Suddenly, Secretary Wang, who was playing the role of a "traitor", trembled all over and began to twitch violently. As more and more foam came out of his mouth, his legs trembled and he fell headfirst onto someone else.

"Secretary Wang, what's wrong with you?"

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(End of this chapter)