My spy diary

Chapter 427 Phone Call (asking for monthly ticket)

The reception area of ​​Shulu was full of guests and friends.

Boss Dai is hosting a banquet.

This banquet was naturally held for Hu Die's family of three.

Sitting with him were Zhang Yi, Xiao Bo, the chief of the American station who had returned to China to report on his work, and Huang Tianmai and his wife, diplomatic talents who had just joined the Military Control Commission.

Huang Tianmai is in his early thirties. His father is a diplomat who served in three dynasties: the Qing Dynasty, the Beiyang Government, and the Nationalist Government.

Influenced by his father, Huang entered the diplomatic field right after graduating from university. He had a smooth career path and was appointed Consul General of the Chinese Consulate in Paris, France at a young age.

But some time ago he was transferred back to the country for investigation on corruption issues and was detained in Tuqiao Detention Center under the Military Law Bureau.

It is not known how this person got in touch with Director Xu Yedao of the Military Control Commission's Judicial Department (also Director of the Military Law Bureau). Director Xu used the excuse that Sino-British cooperation urgently needed diplomatic talents and convinced Boss Dai to get Dai released on bail.

Huang Tianmai can be said to have turned bad times into good times. He went from being a prisoner to a "celebrity" around Boss Dai.

Rumor has it that this was the work of Huang's wife.

It was she who used her eloquence to first defeat Director Xu and then Boss Dai.

The pillow talk was like Princess Iron Fan's palm-leaf fan, blinding Boss Dai, the "Sun Wukong".

The specific secrets are kept secret and naturally cannot be guessed by outsiders.

But to Zhang Yi, a bystander who was invited to attend the banquet because he helped Hu Die find her luggage, the rumors seemed credible.

Mrs. Huang has fair skin, a slim figure, and her every frown and smile is radiant. She is truly a captivating beauty.

However, Boss Dai's attention was all on Hu Die at the moment, and the others were just supporting roles.

The reason why Xiao Bo and Huang Tianmai were invited to attend was naturally because of Boss Dai’s consideration.

In his opinion, as a famous movie star, Hu Die was well-informed. Her taste in life and pursuit of a Western lifestyle were naturally different from those of mainland women. In order to save face and not leave the impression of a military man to the "goddess", he naturally had to find suitable guests to accompany her.

What could be more persuasive than having two ambassadors stationed abroad being respectful and at his service?

Just as he thought, with the presence of two diplomats with excellent eloquence, the banquet was full of joy and there was not a dull moment.

Boss Dai, who was used to giving orders, was now willing to play the supporting role. He was busy serving food, urging people to drink and serving dishes, trying his best to show his gentlemanly and friendly side.

I don’t know if Hu Die was touched, but Zhang Yi was flattered.

While they were chatting and laughing, Zhang Yi secretly observed that the hostess of the party, Hu Die, seemed to be forcing a smile.

I don’t know if it’s because she was reduced from a popular female star to a refugee, suffering from the hardships of displacement and still can’t adapt, or because she is feeling sad and helpless about living under someone else’s roof, but in any case, she is a little depressed.

Looking at Hu Die's husband Pan Yousheng, he was smiling, submissive, and fawning, revealing his businessman nature.

Zhang Yixin thought that it might not be long before Boss Dai would find a reason to send this annoying light bulb away to another place.

The goddess who was once high above and out of reach is now right within reach. How could Boss Dai let the cooked duck fly away?

While I was thinking, the phone in the box rang.

Adjutant Jia picked up the phone: "Hello? Hello."

He put down the phone and walked to the dining table: "Mr. Dai, looking for you."

Dai Chunfeng smiled apologetically and walked over to answer the phone.

He responded with "Yeah, I got it," but his eyes were looking towards the dining table.

Although Zhang Yi had his back to him, he could still feel Boss Dai's gaze firmly glued to his back, like a thorn in his back.

What happened?
On the other side, when Chen Jie heard the call was connected, his voice trembled a little:
"Hey, I want to report it."

"What are you reporting? Murder or arson?" the police officer on the other side asked nonchalantly.

"I want to report the Red Party."

"Who? The Reds?"

The police officer on the other side cursed in his heart, "Why are you bringing up such a topic?", but he scolded in a serious tone:
"Did you eat too much? What was the point of arresting the Red Party during the Anti-Japanese War? Besides, that was the business of the Military and Central Bureau of Investigation. Why did you call the police station? If we went to investigate, that would be an overstepping of authority.

Do you know what we do? Routine patrols, catching thieves. We only have batons and sentries, and we are not even qualified to carry guns. Do you understand?"

"But."

"But what? Stop looking for trouble!"

Chen Jie hesitated for a moment: "Then can you tell me the phone number of the Military Control Commission?"

"Wait, let me ask you."

The police officer who answered the call hung up the phone, looked at the other police officers and asked, "Does anyone know the phone number of the Military Intelligence Bureau?"

The other police officers in the office were busy with their own things, some reading newspapers, some drinking tea, and some playing cards. They showed little interest in what was said and did not even raise their heads.

The police officer was used to it and was about to look through the boxes and cabinets to find the phone book, when Captain Diao, who had just caught a good hand, suddenly spoke up:

"What's the matter? Have you grown your wings and want to work in the Military Control Commission?"

"The captain is joking."

The police officer who answered the call had a sullen expression on his face, and muttered, "I don't know which bastard is so desperate to get rich that he wants to report the Red Party. Why doesn't he report himself? Forget it, I'll just say I don't know the phone number."

"Wait a minute." Captain Diao called him, "Who called?"

"I don't know. How about I go and ask?"

As soon as the police officer finished speaking, Captain Diao threw down his card and stood up:
"I'm asking, just in case what others say is true."

"Captain, forget it. That's a case for the Central Bureau of Investigation and the Military Bureau of Investigation. If we investigate, it would be an overstepping of authority. We won't be able to afford to be punished if we are caught. We only have so much salary, so don't waste your money."

"It's not beyond my authority to ask, right?" Captain Diao glared at him, walked over and picked up the phone.

"Hey, who are you?"

"I, I'm Chen Jie."

"Chen Jie?" Captain Diao felt that the name was somewhat familiar. "You want to report the Red Party? Do you have any evidence?"

I don't know what the other party said, but Captain Diao's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he warned:

"Chen Jie, right? You stay in the phone booth and don't move. I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Captain Diao straightened his back and shouted with great momentum: "Assemble!"

In an instant, all the lazy police officers in the room stood up quickly.

Captain Diao cleared his throat and said, "Let's go to the power plant."

"Yes." The police officers immediately put on their uniforms and police hats in a hurry, looking energetic and full of momentum.

Captain Diao nodded with satisfaction, pulled out his pistol and checked it, and added:
"Remember to go to the weapons department to apply for a gun."

When they heard that they had to bring guns, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at each other, because carrying guns meant the mission was dangerous.

A police officer asked cautiously: "Captain, what is the mission? If it's to catch a murderer or something, you should report it to the Criminal Investigation Department."

Captain Diao was furious and shouted with a dark face: "You want to be a patrolman for life? Stop dithering, get your guns and start right away."

"Yes."

Seeing that the captain was really angry, everyone ran out in a hurry.

After a group of people left, only Captain Diao was left in the office. He thought for a while, then picked up the phone and made a call.

The call went through, and Captain Diao automatically lowered his head:

"Hello, is this the Military Intelligence Bureau? Please put me in touch with Deputy Director Zhang of the Operations Department."

"Hold on."

After a while, the call was connected, but no one answered the phone.

Captain Diao was a little discouraged. He hung up the phone, dialed again, and said unwillingly:

"Hello, I just called Deputy Director Zhang but no one answered. He must be busy. Please let him know when he gets back and tell him that Xiao Diao from the police station called him and has something important to report. Thank you for your help."

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Diao let out a breath, straightened his back, and regained the demeanor of Captain Diao, and walked out of the office with an expectant look on his face.

On the other side, the banquet was over. After watching Hu Die disappear, Boss Dai looked away with a dull look, and then asked Zhang Yi:
"Is there any progress with Chen Kaiyan?"

"Chance and coincidence saved her once, and we need to contact her again."

Dai Chunfeng hummed expressionlessly and was about to say something else when Mao Qiwu suddenly came over, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

In order to avoid suspicion, Zhang Yi took the initiative to withdraw.

There were only two people left in the room, and Dai Chunfeng asked directly:

"how?"

Mao Qiwu bowed and said, "Five minutes ago, the Telecommunications Department intercepted a call from a man named Chen Jie to the Public Security Department of the Third Police Station, in which he mentioned the Red Party.
The call was later transferred to Diao Yide of the Public Security Team, who in turn called Deputy Director Zhang. He emphasized to the operator that he had important matters to report to Zhang Yi.

Dai Chunfeng raised his eyebrows, tapped the table with his fingers, making a rhythmic "tap tap" sound, and thought for a moment:

"So Zhang Yi will soon be able to get information about the Red Party?"

"Yes."

"What's he doing with that guy?"

"Diao Yide."

"How did they know each other?"

"It's unknown. How about I ask the Inspection Office to investigate?"

"Being not."

Dai Chunfeng shook his head. He remembered what Zhang Yi had just said, "I saved her by chance." Perhaps this was how the two of them met. Even if not, it didn't matter. It was enough to make sure Zhang Yi received the information.

Originally, he wanted Zhang Yi to confirm her identity as a member of the "Red Party" step by step through her contact with "Yingwei", and then follow the clues to find the Red Party organization behind her, and take the opportunity to observe Zhang Yi's every move.

Unexpectedly, this outsider named Chen Jie would take the initiative to jump out and perform on stage.

"Please tell me what to do next, Sir."

Dai Chunfeng did not answer directly, but asked:
"If he really is that person, what do you think he would do?"

"To rescue his comrades. Perhaps he doesn't need to do it himself. Just passing the news to his accomplices will be enough."

"You're right, so what comes next is the key."

Dai Chunfeng nodded affirmatively, his expression solemn: "No matter where he goes, who he meets, or what he says, keep a close eye on him."

"clear."

Mao Qiwu said solemnly, "The inspection office has checked the background of everyone who will participate in this operation. They are all Jiangshan people with the blood of the Red Party on their hands. We can ensure the loyalty and confidentiality of everyone."

"Very good, go ahead and do it."

"Yes." Mao Qiwu agreed, hesitated for a while, and asked again: "Brother Yunong, what if he is really that person?"

Dai Chunfeng raised his head suddenly and said coldly: "If it is confirmed that Zhang Yi has betrayed, there is no need to ask me for instructions, just execute him directly."

"Yes." Mao Qiwu bowed and retreated.

After leaving the private room, he walked into a spacious meeting room.

When the people inside saw him come in, they all stood up immediately.

From what he could see, there were about thirty or forty people in the conference room, men and women, young and old, workers, farmers, students, and businessmen, of all ages and professions, all of them were capable plainclothes investigators from the inspection office.

Mao Qiwu nodded and motioned for everyone to sit down.

The entire conference room was silent.

After leaving the Shulu Guesthouse, Zhang Yi looked solemn. Dai Chunfeng's cold eyes and Mao Qiwu's hesitation to speak kept flashing in his mind. He felt that a huge net had been set against him.

In an instant he thought of Chen Kaiyan.

In the end what happened?
They had met just yesterday and everything was fine.

Just one night later, things were out of my control?
He walked slowly towards the office, and when he reached the door, he met a clerk who had been waiting for a long time.

"Deputy Director Zhang, you were not here just now. Someone left you a message saying they have something important to discuss with you."

"who?"

"He said it was Xiao Diao from the police station."

"Xiao Diao?" Zhang Yi instantly thought of someone, "I know, you go ahead."

"Yes."

Entering the office, Zhang Yi glanced at the telephone on the table, thought for a moment, and picked up the phone:

"Direct me to the police station and ask for Diao Yide."

The call was quickly connected, and the person on the other end asked rudely, "Who is it?"

"Zhang Yi from the Military Control Commission's Operations Department."

"Zhang, Director Zhang, what can I do for you?"

There was a bang on the other side, as if a chair had fallen, followed by the operator's stuttering voice.

"Where's Captain Diao?"

"Our captain is on a mission."

"Where did you go?"

"Power plant."

"understood."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yi thought absentmindedly, what on earth happened at the power plant?
Is it related to Chen Kaiyan?
Also, why did he let the clerk wait at the door to let him know that Captain Diao had called him?
This is all too coincidental. No, this is simply a trap.

Is this also part of the plan that Boss Dai has deployed in advance? Maybe, maybe not.

To Zhang Yi, none of these were important. He had already guessed what Captain Diao meant by important things or tasks, and he would just let things take their course.

If he got clues about the Red Party but did not report it or arrest anyone, it would be tantamount to directly admitting his suspicion.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi immediately left the office and drove to the power plant.

The moment he left the office, a phone call came to the conference room where Mao Qiwu was.

"Director Mao, the target just left."

"with who?"

"Just one person."

Hearing this, Mao Qiwu's expression became serious and he immediately picked up another phone next to him and dialed a number.

In the grocery department not far from the headquarters gate, the boss was guarding the door, watching the situation outside carefully, when the phone rang.

"The target will be at your place soon."

"Yes."

The boss hung up the phone, went out immediately, and waved towards the intersection a few dozen meters away.

A middle-aged man who looked like a cleaner received the notice. He changed his usual dullness and quickly crossed the road and ran towards a black car parked at the intersection.

He got in the car, started the car, took off the felt hat on his head and threw it into the back seat, then grabbed the package on the back seat.

Not long after, the car driven by Zhang Yi came out of the gate of the bureau headquarters, quickly crossed the intersection and merged into the traffic.

The middle-aged man driving the black car had already changed into a woolen coat, and his greasy cotton jacket was left on the back seat of the car.

He operated the steering wheel with one hand and smoothed his messy hair with the other, then untied the package on the passenger seat and grabbed a top hat from it and put it on.

He changed his image in an orderly manner, and now no one could associate him with the cleaner who swept the floor from his appearance.

After doing all this, the middle-aged man quickly started the car and followed Zhang Yi's car.

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(End of this chapter)