My spy diary

Chapter 497 Gift Giving (asking for monthly ticket)

Across the street, Kong San asked the driver to stop the car. He and Kong Xiaobao sat in the car and waited for more than half an hour before they saw the gate of Wanglongmen Detention Center open and a black sedan drove out slowly.

Kong Xiaobao had sharp eyes. He caught a glimpse of the license plate number and immediately said, "It looks like the surname is Zhang."

"Quick, get off the car."

While Kong Xiaobao went to buy gifts, Kong San was not idle either. He made a few phone calls and asked people to inquire about Zhang Yi's situation.

Some people say that Director Zhang is greedy for money and lustful, while others say that Director Zhang is an upright person who hates corrupt elements very much and takes action to punish corruption. Many people who wanted to establish a relationship with him before ended up in failure.

There were all kinds of news, and Kong San was confused and suspicious, but he was unwilling to accept it. He believed that everyone has his weaknesses, and Zhang Yi must have his weaknesses too, but they have not been discovered.

So he asked someone to continue inquiring.

Hard work pays off, and this time, one thing aroused Kong San's interest.

A secretary from the bureau headquarters revealed that He Zhiyuan from the Operations Department and the former deputy director Wang Xinheng both liked antiques, calligraphy and paintings. Zhang Yi was working under them at the time, and under the influence of them, he also developed a taste for art.

Kong San was quite excited when he got the news. To deal with "cultured people", he naturally had to use cultured methods. Thinking of his prior arrangement for Kong Xiaobao to buy calligraphy and paintings, he actually felt a little bit thoughtful for a moment.

But how should I get in touch with Zhang Yi?
It is said that Zhang Yi hates people coming to his office to give gifts, and it would be even more abrupt if they visited his home.

Normally, if one wants to get to know an official, one has to rely on introductions from friends or acquaintances, first invite him out for dinner or tea, then try to please him and make a private appointment. However, he asked someone to make several phone calls to Zhang Yi's office and home, but no one answered. Later, someone revealed that Zhang Yi had gone to Wanglongmen Detention Center that day. He immediately made a phone call, but as expected, he was politely rejected.

After much deliberation, Kong San decided to wait outside the Wanglongmen Detention Center.

At this moment, seeing Zhang Yi's car coming out, Kong San jumped out of the car at the right time, put on a smile and waved at the car.

"Director?" Seeing a stranger stopping the car, Monkey, who was sitting in the passenger seat, immediately reached for the pistol on his waist vigilantly. Qian Xiaosan, who was driving, also tilted his head slightly, waiting for Zhang Yi's instructions.

"Stop." Zhang Yi ordered the car to stop, pulled open the window curtain, and looked through the window.

Kong San and Kong Xiaobao came over with enthusiasm: "Director Zhang!"

"Who are you?" Zhang Yi naturally knew Kong San, and he knew exactly why he came, but he pretended not to know him. He rolled down the car window, glanced at Kong San and Kong Xiaobao who were following him, and then glanced at their car parked on the side of the road.

"Hello, Director Zhang. I am Kong Rong from the Kong family." The Kong family stepped forward affectionately and gestured to shake hands.

Kong Rong is the formal name of Kong San.

Hearing this name, Zhang Yi smiled and thought, "Kong Rong, Kong Rong, the name doesn't live up to its meaning. How can such a good name be used on a bastard like you?"

He glanced at Kong San calmly, without shaking hands, and asked with a vigilant look:
"What's the matter with you?"

"Damn it, you're just covering a pig's nose with a straw curtain, you can't even tell the height of your eyebrows and eyes, do you really think you're a big shot?"

Zhang Yi's "arrogant" attitude caught Kong San's eyes and he could not help but get furious. With Mr. Kong as his backer, all ordinary officials would be ordered around, and they would always rely on others and do things according to their moods. But Zhang Yi was able to do that.

He felt that he had been "lowering himself to make friends" this time, but he didn't expect Zhang Yi to be so disrespectful to him.

But after all, he was asking for help, so the Kong family took a deep breath, suppressed their anger, and thought, "I'll deal with you, you son of a bitch, after I've done what I want."

Thinking of this, he forced a smile on his face:

"It's like this. I recently received a piece of calligraphy from Mr. Zuan. I heard that Director Zhang is an expert in this area, so I wanted to ask you to authenticate it to see if it's real or fake.

I originally wanted to visit you at the Military Intelligence Bureau, but I was afraid of the bad influence. I heard that you were here on business today, so I wanted to try my luck here. Hey, I don’t want to wait for Director Zhang. "

Mr. Zuan is talking about Tan Moukai, a native of Hangzhou, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, who is a famous politician and calligrapher of this era. In his early years, he followed Mr. Sun and served as the Minister of Interior and Construction of the Grand Marshal's Headquarters. Later, when Chang Moumou became the chairman of the government, he changed to the position of Premier.

This gentleman was a master of Yan style regular script. His regular script was dignified, majestic and magnificent. He learned from Yan Zhenqing and integrated his own style. He was highly respected at that time. After his death, the price of his calligraphy and paintings soared, and each word was worth a thousand gold.

"Mr. Zuan's calligraphy?" Zhang Yi pretended to be interested and asked impatiently, "Where is the calligraphy? Show me now."

"It's in my car." Kong San stretched out his hand to guide him, but Zhang Yi didn't even lift his butt. He just said calmly: "Bring it here."

Kong San felt aggrieved and annoyed. He clenched his fists, suppressed the urge to lose his temper, and ordered his lackey Kong Xiaobao to bring the calligraphy and painting over.

Soon, Kong Xiaobao carefully handed over a long, beautifully packaged box.

"Let's get in the car and go to the office to receive the rewards. It would be a waste of resources and disrespectful to Mr. Zuan if we reward them here." Zhang Yi glanced at the packaging box and said to Kong San.

Kong San had no objection. Zhang Yi was willing to let him go to the office. In his opinion, the matter was half done. He nodded, said nothing, walked around to the side of the car, and reached out to open the door of the back seat.

At this moment, Monkey, who was sitting in the passenger seat, opened the car door and called Kong San enthusiastically:
"Mr. Kong, please sit in the passenger seat. You may not know that the chief never lets anyone sit next to him."

As he said this, he moved his butt and got out of the car, stretched out his hand as an invitation, and considerately put one hand on the car door.

Kong San's face turned red, he shook his head, looked at Zhang Yi, then looked at the monkey, and finally lowered his head and went in angrily.

After a long silence, he couldn't help but point at Kong Xiaobao who was standing outside at a loss and asked:
"What about him? What about the calligraphy and paintings?"

"Him? Just follow behind the car. The journey isn't far anyway. Be sure not to bump into the calligraphy and paintings." Zhang Yi said lightly and then ordered to drive.

Kong San gnashed his teeth in hatred, but there was nothing he could do.

Soon, the car turned around and returned to Wanglongmen Detention Center. Zhang Yi brought a few people to Yang Zaixing's office.

"Director Zhang, why are you back again?" Yang Zaixing was very surprised. He looked at Zhang Yi, and then glanced at Kong San and others who were following him.

"Oh, this is Mr. Kong. He has a copy of Mr. Zuan's calligraphy that he wants to authenticate. It's a rare treasure. Deputy Director Yang, don't you want to take a look?" Looking at Zhang Yi's enthusiastic introduction, Yang Zaixing was full of doubts. He pondered in his heart and said in a flattering way, "Really? Then I must broaden my horizons."

Zhang Yi smiled. He would definitely not accept Kong San's gift. The most fearful thing about accepting gifts or bribes is being known by others. But since he refused, he naturally needed a few witnesses.

Furthermore, as the saying goes, if things get dark in one place, they will get bright in the other. This would introduce Kong San to Yang Zaixing. If Kong San didn't work with him, he would definitely work hard on Yang Zaixing. In this way, Zhang Yi could stay out of the matter. Kong San and Yang Zaixing naturally didn't know what Zhang Yi was thinking. They greeted each other warmly and complimented each other, then their eyes shifted to the calligraphy.

When you open the beautifully packaged outer packaging, you will see a framed large Chinese character. The entire page is written in regular script and is beautiful and elegant.

"Director Zhang, please!"

Zhang Yi "excitedly" came closer to take a closer look, but after just a few seconds, his expression turned cold. He snorted coldly, shook his head and said:

"fake."

"fake?"

Kong San was startled, staring at the calligraphy suspiciously, then glanced at his follower Kong Xiaobao, then he held his forehead with his hand and said with a forced smile:
"Haha, that's what an expert would say. Am I being fooled again? Director Zhang, since the calligraphy is fake, it must be worthless. Why don't you keep it with you? You can use it for research or give it to someone else."

Zhang Yi sneered: "If it's fake, why should I keep it? And give it to others? Isn't that asking for trouble? Humph."

Kong San stared at him intently: "Fake? Is it really fake?"

"Form is the external beauty, and spirit is the inner soul." Zhang Yi pointed at the calligraphy with disdain, "Isn't this obvious? The form is not even like it, let alone the spirit. Kong San, do you really not know, or are you deliberately trying to make fun of me? Tell me the truth, where did you get such fake characters from?"

Seeing that Zhang Yi looked "angry and humiliated" and his expression did not seem fake, Kong San finally understood the problem. Zhang Yi was not playing the "true and false" game in the officialdom with him, deliberately saying the true was false, which was tacitly known by everyone. Instead, there was really a problem with the copybook.

In this way, it would be really counterproductive. Using a fake calligraphy to fool others is an insult. He swallowed his saliva and glared at Kong Xiaobao. It was difficult to explain that he spent 100,000 yuan to buy a fake calligraphy, so he said hurriedly:

"Director Zhang, you misunderstood me. I don't understand it myself. I must have been fooled. I definitely didn't mean to tease you. Well, every failure is a lesson. I just hope that Director Zhang will teach me more about this because of my enthusiasm. Don't worry, you will pay for the tuition."

Zhang Yi knew exactly what he was here for, but he pretended not to know and said unhappily, "Boss Kong, just be frank. You stopped me halfway, probably not just to verify the authenticity of the calligraphy, right?"

Kong San smiled, knowing that the other party was also a smart man. He glanced at Yang Zaixing and said bluntly: "Well, in fact, I also want to ask about the land outside the detention center."

Zhang Yi shook his head: "If you are too nice to me for no reason, you are either a traitor or a thief. I know you have ulterior motives. Well, since this is a matter of the detention center, you can go directly to Director Yang. He can make the decision. Goodbye!"

Having said that, he snorted coldly and turned away without looking back.

Even though Kong San had met many important figures, he had never met someone as rude as Zhang Yi. He had an ugly face and was helpless. As Zhang Yi expected, he had to turn his target to Yang Zaixing again.

Let’s not talk about these for now.

After leaving Wanglongmen Detention Center, Zhang Yi went straight back to the bureau headquarters, knocked on Boss Dai's office door, and handed him a copy of the interrogation record.

Wu Bing had been to the execution ground and experienced a fake execution. He was already in a state of panic and his psychological defenses were completely broken. After being taken back to the detention center, he poured out all the secrets.

Boss Dai looked at the interrogation record solemnly and asked suspiciously, "Su Ji? Didn't they say that Chen Suzhen was executed?"

Zhang Yi stood aside and continued to report: "It seems that this is fake news deliberately released by the enemy. According to Wu Bing's confession, she has successfully sneaked into Chengdu and used her beauty to interact with the men of the Aviation Committee, hoping to obtain information about the deployment of military airports around the mountain city and Chengdu. She must be arrested immediately."

"Only villains and women are hard to raise, this traitor." Dai Chunfeng snorted softly and immediately picked up the phone, "He Zhiyuan? Come over here."

After hanging up the phone, Dai Chunfeng leaned back in the chair, rubbed his brows tiredly, and then smiled: "Yun Yi, you came at the right time. I just happened to want to talk to you about something."

"Please give your instructions, Director."

Dai Chunfeng chuckled, sat up, opened the drawer, and placed a dazzling medal on the table - the Baoding Medal, with a treasure tripod in the center and light all around.

The medal was first awarded in May 29 and is divided into nine grades, one to nine, to reward soldiers who are loyal and diligent in their work.

"Zhang Yi, your actions this time were extraordinary and you are truly loyal. The Chairman commends you and awards you a third-class Baoding Medal. I hope you will continue to work hard and kill the enemy to serve the country."

"Thank you, Chairman, and Director. I am deeply terrified. Yun Yi will bravely move forward and kill the enemy to serve the country."

Zhang Yi tidied up his appearance, took a step forward, and stood straight in front of Dai Chunfeng.

Dai Chunfeng stepped forward and put the medal on him.

Zhang Yi stood at attention and saluted.

After Dai Chunfeng returned the greeting, he said some more words of encouragement. At this time, Adjutant Jia knocked on the door and came in to report that He Zhiyuan, the director of the Operations Department, had arrived, but Zhang Yi had not left. Dai Chunfeng noticed that he seemed to have something else to do, so he asked bluntly, "Anything else?"

"I met Kong San today."

"Kong San?"

"Yes, he took the initiative to visit me and brought gifts. His purpose was to visit the land outside Longmen Detention Center."

"Why would he, a black marketeer, want the land there?" Dai Chunfeng was very surprised.

"I don't know about this."

"Oh." Seeing Dai Chunfeng frowning and lost in thought, Zhang Yi immediately said goodbye.

On the other side, Wanglongmen Detention Center.

Yang Zaixing smiled as he escorted Kong San and Kong Xiaobao out. After they said goodbye and got into the car, the smile on Kong San's face instantly disappeared. He said to Kong Xiaobao in a stern voice:
"What the hell are you doing? You spent 100,000 yuan on me, and ended up buying a fake calligraphy. I even treated it as a treasure as a gift. It's really embarrassing."

Kong Xiaobao trembled all over as he explained, "I didn't know the calligraphy was fake. Sir, I will go find the antique shop owner right now and get the money back."

"If you don't come back, you can dig it out yourself!" Kong San gritted his teeth, snorted coldly, and said, "Director Yang has agreed. You will send the small yellow croaker to his home soon. Remember, if there is any mistake in this matter, I will skin you alive!"

"Yes, yes." Kong Xiaobao agreed timidly, and of course he would not tell the other party that he bought the calligraphy at a street stall for 100 yuan, and framed it at an antique shop for another 100 yuan. How could he be willing to spit out something he had put into his mouth? This time, when he heard that he was going to give Yang Zaixing a small yellow croaker, he rolled his eyes and secretly made up his mind.

(End of this chapter)