My spy diary

Chapter 405 Intelligence (please vote)

After Zhang Yi left, Dai Chunfeng rubbed his eyebrows and leaned tiredly on the sofa to take a nap.

Mao Qiwu skillfully cleaned up the remaining tea in the cup, then brewed a new cup and brought it to Dai Chunfeng. He took the opportunity to glance at him from the corner of his eye and confirmed that Boss Dai no longer had an angry look on his face. Only then did he feel relieved and whispered:
"Brother Yunong, there is another tricky thing."

"what?"

"Henan."

Hearing these two words, Dai Chunfeng frowned again. This matter was indeed tricky. Not only did it involve the chairman of the committee, but it was also very delicate and sensitive.

Speaking of which, even Boss Dai found it a little unbelievable that there are still people pretending to be relatives these days, especially this person who was so bold as to pretend to be the chairman's brother.

There was a farmer named Zheng Shaofa in Shuangkuishu, Xuchang, Henan. Perhaps he was bewitched by someone or something, and because he really looked like Chang, he couldn't make ends meet, so he ran from the countryside to the city, found the county magistrate and said that he was the chairman's brother.

The county magistrate saw that his appearance was indeed very similar to the chairman's portrait and his words were very convincing, but he had never met the chairman in person and did not dare to make a decision privately, so he sent this hot potato to Mr. Tang in Ye County.

Mr. Tang was shocked and confused. He dismissed his attendants and questioned Zheng Shaofa in detail.

Zheng Shaofa recounted his birth story, saying that he was the eldest and Chang was the third. Due to a famine in his early years, his father died, and his mother remarried and took the third child to the south with a merchant from Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

Uncle Tang asked what the evidence was. Zheng said that my third brother changed his name to Chang Zhongzheng, which means "Chang Zong Zheng". Then he took out a family tree in a serious manner, on which were written the words "Ruiyuan", which was exactly Chang's nickname.

Tang was a military man with no political acumen. After listening to Zheng Shaofa's words, he thought of the fact that the principal's ancestral home was indeed in Henan, and seeing that Zheng Shaofa did look a lot like the principal, he felt that this was an opportunity to make a contribution and be rewarded. So he solemnly sent people and cars to escort Zheng Shaofa to the mountain city, wanting to give the chairman a surprise.

As a result, this incident made the chairman very embarrassed.

Of course, it is not possible to recognize him. How can the affairs of our ancestors be changed at will? Denying him publicly does not seem to be a good idea either, as it would be like trying to cover up one's own fault.

If you want to kill him quietly, it would be easy, but it would inevitably leave suspicion of murder to silence him, which would backfire.

It is not good to not kill them and just let them cheat and ruin your reputation.

Chang thought it over carefully and said mysteriously, "Let Yunong handle it." Just like that, the hot potato fell into the hands of Boss Dai again.

Boss Dai thought about it and realized that the nature of this matter was that impersonating the chairman's brother was enough to punish him with death, but...
"The principal did not mention any words like severe punishment or the possibility of death. It seems that he has no intention of investigating further. He cannot be killed or confessed. It is not good to be too harsh or too lenient."

Mao Qiwu thought for a moment and said, "Brother Yunong, outsiders cannot explain the affairs of our ancestors clearly, so just don't let this person show off outside.

What I mean is that we might as well put him under house arrest in Wanglongmen Detention Center, provide him with food, drink and entertainment, and if the old man asks us for the person one day, we will hand him over to him. If he doesn't ask, we can just lock him up until he dies."

"That's a good idea." Dai Chunfeng thought for a moment and said, "We need to be more cautious about this matter. Let him live separately from the other prisoners and give him preferential treatment in terms of food and clothing."

"Yes, what about his family?"

"family?"

"Old man Zheng also has a wife and a sixteen-year-old daughter."

"Send someone to pick them up and put them under house arrest together."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away."

Mao Qiwu bowed and tried to leave, but Dai Chunfeng stopped him and asked suddenly:

"What do you think of Zhang Yi?"

Mao Qiwu guessed what Boss Dai was thinking, and after a moment's silence, he said, "He's a master at catching spies. I'm a little jealous of him."

Sometimes, positions and abilities are not equal. He was so busy running around that even his wife was involved, but he didn't even get to touch the "fifth column". As a result, as soon as Zhang Yi took over, he caught all the Japanese spies without any effort.

Of course, Zhang Yi has always been on the front line and is familiar with the job. This is the reason for his success, but isn’t it also his failure?
Dai Chunfeng glanced at him, picked up the teacup, drank and said: "Go on."

"He certainly has many advantages, such as being smart, decisive, etc., but he also has disadvantages, such as being soft-hearted. Being soft-hearted is a taboo in our line of work. After dealing with the Japanese, our main opponents will be the Red Party and dissidents. People with soft hearts will fall into trouble sooner or later."

"Soft-hearted?" Boss Dai raised his eyebrows. "Don't forget, last time he executed more than 20 Red Party criminals at once. It's no exaggeration to say that he was ruthless."

"The party unites to attack the dissidents, and it's a life-and-death struggle, but I feel like he doesn't seem to want to take action against the three people from the Central Bureau of Investigation."

"It's a dirty job, and there's always a process of adaptation." Dai Chunfeng smiled disapprovingly.

Zhang Yi came out of Dai Chunfeng's office with a heavy heart.

Killing people is easy, but killing Japanese spies is a matter of state, while eliminating the three "unlucky guys" of the Central Bureau of Investigation is purely for personal gain and to vent one's hatred.

Do these three people really deserve to die?
But can he refuse Boss Dai's order?

Ultimately, power is the ruler of the world. This is a hard truth that cannot be circumvented. Human power can certainly be used to fight against it, but there are certain limits. No matter how high your ambition is or how powerful you are, it is difficult to overcome it.

The world is so cold and even shameless.

So sometimes a person just can't think too much, because thinking too much will tie himself up.

To put it bluntly, one person's good luck comes at the cost of another person's bad luck. If he is not unlucky, where does your good luck come from?

Let’s put aside all the psychological barriers and grievances for now.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi felt a lot more relaxed.

After returning to the office, he asked Wei Daming for information on the three "unlucky guys" and started studying them.

Lin Hetang, male, 30 years old, graduated from Fudan University, a student of Shanghai Radio Training Class, specializing in detection. He wears a pair of black-framed glasses and looks gentle and refined.

Su Wanqing, female, 26 years old, graduated from the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics Jinling Telecommunications Class. Her specialty is also detecting radio wave signals. Judging from the photo, she is young and beautiful.

Chen Zhengyuan, 40 years old, graduated from the Frunze Military Academy. He was a former confidential clerk of the Red Party. After the rebellion, he joined the Central Bureau of Investigation and served as deputy director of the translation and telegraph office.

This person's specialty is code breaking.

From the appearance, this person has thin cheeks, deep eyes, and looks very shrewd.

Looking at the life resumes of several people, Zhang Yi's eyes finally stopped on Chen Zhengyuan's name.

Having made up his mind, he immediately called Monkey.

The monkey soon arrived.

Zhang Yi said nothing, just handed Chen Zhengyuan's file to him and made a neck-wiping gesture.

The monkey nodded, put the file in his arms, and turned away.

Returning to his office, he took out Chen Zhengyuan's information and thought to himself that if he wanted to assassinate this man, he needed to find out his whereabouts first.

As he pondered, he quickly thought of someone who could be of use.

He immediately left the headquarters office and went to the public telephone booth outside to make a phone call.

After waiting for a while, a young man in his early twenties came running over breathlessly. He wiped the sweat from his head and asked with a smile, "Sir, what do you want from me?"

This man was called Zhou Xiaoyi, whom he had met while investigating a case before. He was smart and quick-witted. He was active in the streets and alleys every day, running errands for others, delivering letters and buying newspapers to make a living.

"Do you know Chen Zhengyuan?"

"I know him. He lives not far from us. He's very arrogant and never looks me in the eye. Are you looking for him?"

"Don't look for him, just stare at him, do you dare?"

"I'm the best at this. Once I target him, I can catch him even if he hides in a rat hole."

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you." Monkey said as he took out a hundred yuan and handed it to him.

Zhou Xiaoyi happily took the money. The monkey explained it in detail again. Zhou Xiaoyi agreed readily and left happily.

Cats have their ways, mice have their ways. Zhou Xiaoyi really had a trick, and within half an hour, he came back excitedly to report.

"I was lying on the tree outside his house and I saw Chen Zhengyuan arguing with his wife for a few words, and then he went out." "Where did he go?"

"brothel."

"The brothel."

"Xiuchun Tower."

The monkey asked hurriedly, "Are you sure?"

In his opinion, even if Chen Zhengyuan was lustful, given his status he should go to a high-end place like a bookstore, or at least go to a "tangming". After all, the treatment in the black room was not low, so why would he go to a makeshift troupe like Xiuchunlou.

Zhou Xiaoyi rolled his eyes and smiled, "I knew the commander would ask this, so I followed him and sneaked in. I asked someone and found out that their top girl Qiushui was getting married for the first time tonight. Chen Zhengyuan must have gone there for this."

Monkey understood. He didn't expect Chen Zhengyuan to be so kind. He smiled and gave Zhou Xiaoyi another hundred yuan, and said, "Tonight's event."

Zhou Xiaoyi said hurriedly: "I went out to drink tonight and didn't see the commander at all."

The monkey laughed, saying that it was a pleasure to talk to smart people.

The most common people in Linjiangmen were ruffians and prostitutes, so when the monkey with a mustache, dressed like a member of the Qing Gang and with an evil look on his face walked into Xiuchunlou, the eunuch did not dare to neglect him and quickly let him sit in the front row, offering him various melon seed snacks and a pot of Biluochun.

Then he bent over, smiled flatteringly and asked, "Is this your first time here, sir?"

The monkey didn't say anything, just looked at him arrogantly.

The eunuch smiled awkwardly and asked a servant to bring a plate filled with carved wooden plaques. He gestured and said:
"Sir, the girls here are all very pretty and talented."

As he spoke, he picked up a sign and said, "This is Miss Chuntao. She sang the little song so gracefully that it made my bones go weak."

The monkey smiled contemptuously and still said nothing.

The turtle slave observed the expression and quickly changed another piece:
"Oh, if you want to find someone who can serve you wine and food and chat with you to relieve your boredom, you can't go wrong with Cui Xi. She has a very sweet mouth."

The turtle slave kept changing the cards in his hand, his eyes rolling around, observing the monkey's reaction, but seeing that he remained silent, he smiled sullenly and asked:
"Sir, what kind do you like?"

"Where's your top brand Qiu Shui? Why don't I see her brand?"

"Well, Miss Qiushui already has a patron."

"Drive him away. I want Qiu Shui tonight."

The turtle slave's face changed slightly, and he came closer and whispered, "Sir, that gentleman is a government official, we can't afford to offend him."

Before he could finish his words, the waiter brought in a few men dressed in Green Gang clothes, who also came in and shouted for Miss Qiu Shui.

Seeing that the men were in a fierce mood and difficult to deal with, the madam hurried forward, offering cigarettes and bowing, repeatedly apologizing, saying that Miss Qiu Shui already had a guest. However, these people were relentless and insisted on asking Qiu Shui to come out. Although the madam and her gang were dissatisfied, they recognized that these people were famous thugs from the Tiger Gang, and dared not say a word.

The more humble they were, the more arrogant they became, and the louder their shouting became.

The monkey watched coldly, and when a few people swaggered past him, he seized the opportunity and secretly stretched out his leg to trip the leader of the gangsters.

I saw the thug fall headfirst onto the corner of the table, screaming in pain.

He stood up angrily and looked around. When he saw the monkey, he immediately took out the dagger he was carrying and pounced on it with bared fangs and claws.

The monkey was not panicked at all. He opened his clothes, deliberately revealing the revolver at his waist, and looked at him with disdain.

The gangster leader was stunned, stared at him fiercely, said "Wait for me", then called a few followers and left in embarrassment.

The storm was instantly calmed down, and the madam burst into tears of gratitude, her face full of wrinkles and a smile: "Sir, do you have a girl you like? I will treat you today."

The monkey ignored her with a cold face.

The eunuch hurried over to explain. The old procuress's expression changed, but she immediately put on a professional smile:
"There is another girl, but she is young and hasn't combed her hair yet. If you like, sir, you can take her."

"You haven't combed your hair yet?" Monkey couldn't help but frown. He looked at his watch and asked, "How long will it take, Miss Qiushui?"

The madam took out her pocket watch and looked at it: "It will take about an hour."

The monkey pretended to hesitate, and after a while, he asked, "Is there a vacant room upstairs? Find me a quiet one."

"Yes, yes, there are plenty of rooms on the third floor. Come in."

Under the attentive guidance of the madam, Monkey went upstairs and found a private room with separate east and west rooms. Although it was not elegant, it was very tidy.

He glanced at the room facing east. The east window faced the alley outside. He was moved, but walked into the west wing without saying a word.

The madam brought the teapot and cups, poured the tea, and said with a smile, "Sir, please wait a moment."

Having said that, he went downstairs tactfully.

As the footsteps faded away, the monkey immediately walked behind the door and observed for a while, then quietly entered the east room.

The night wind quietly sneaked into the room and gently lifted the curtains.

On the windowsill, there is a clothesline across it, with several pots of flowers placed in a staggered manner, and the greenery embellishes this small world.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew into the house, the clothesline trembled violently, and the flower pots shook.

The monkey took a few glances and immediately had an idea in his mind.

He quietly left the room, pretended to be anxious and said hello to the elf slave, then left.

The turtle slave thought that he was afraid of revenge from the gang of thugs, so he didn't care.

He had no idea that after the monkey left, he disguised himself again and sneaked into the east wing.

Not long after he entered the room, he suddenly heard footsteps and a woman's lewd laughter at the door. He thought to himself, "Oh no!" and quickly hid behind the curtains.

The next moment, the door was pushed open, and a man and a woman went straight to the bed intimately. The scene was so charming that Monkey felt uneasy.

Fortunately, after a while, the two of them fell asleep drunkenly.

After waiting for a while, he faintly heard the words of the madam, "Goodbye, sir, and please come to our shop more often in the future." He realized that the target had appeared and immediately became fully alert.

Soon, I saw a drunken middle-aged man humming a little tune walking into the alley under the window with unsteady steps, making a rustling sound.

The monkey realized that his chance had come, so he leaned out of the window and asked, "Chen Zhengyuan?"

"Who?" Chen Zhengyuan stopped and looked around vigilantly. As soon as he raised his head, he saw a flower pot suddenly falling and hitting him on the head.

With a series of crisp "bang" sounds and the sound of flower pots breaking, Chen Zhengyuan's body collapsed.

With blood gushing from his forehead, he struggled to get up when he saw several flower pots covered with dirt and flower residues falling down along with the clothesline.

With the sound of shattering, soil splashed everywhere, and the petals turned into mud, completely burying the dying Chen Zhengyuan.

The night was gloomy. Zhang Yi breathed a sigh of relief after receiving Monkey's successful call. He glanced at the information of the other two people and began to ponder.

[Today’s information has been refreshed]

[1. You met Kotohime today and obtained relevant information - Kotohime's real name is Ishihara Ryoko, a senior spy of the Special High Section. Her superior, Ono Jiro, goes by the alias Kang Desheng and is currently a reporter for the Xinmin Daily.]

"Xinmin Daily"? Zhang Yi was puzzled, because Xinmin Daily and Qunli Daily were newspapers controlled by the Military Control Commission.

[2. You just read Su Wanqing's information and obtained relevant information - Su Wanqing's real name is Zhang Chunyan. She joined the Red Party in 37 and was ordered to infiltrate the Jinling Telecommunications Class.]

Looking at this information, Zhang Yi's expression immediately became serious.

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(End of this chapter)