My spy diary

Chapter 661 Passing on Intelligence (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Mao Zhongxin scoffed, "He has powerful connections? Am I not powerful? Do you even know who I am? You wouldn't dare mess with me if you couldn't afford to offend him?"

The madam repeatedly said, "We can't afford to offend him, we can't afford to offend any of us. But after all, he was the one who arrived first tonight."

Mao Zhongxin grew impatient, shoved the madam aside, and rushed upstairs.

A scream was heard from the upstairs room, followed by a loud banging and fighting.

A short while later, a middle-aged man with a frivolous expression and bleary eyes was scrambled out of the room.

The man stumbled and steadied himself, glaring with dead fish eyes, pointing angrily into the room and saying:

"You little brat, you just wait."

The madam and her assistant were pacing anxiously downstairs, repeatedly saying:

"What can we do? What can we do?"

As they were talking, the sound of a pipa playing upstairs started again, mixed with sobs and angry curses.

"What are you crying about? I've been gone for a few days and you've already found someone else? And such a spineless wimp at that!" Mao Zhongxin sat down, cursing, took a sip of his drink, and began to berate him. "What, you look down on me? In Chongqing, I've seen plenty of people in your line of work. When they first started out, they were content with a rotten pear, just enough to quench their thirst. Once they became famous, hey, they started putting on airs, calling themselves the top courtesan. As the saying goes, the emperor's daughter, the top scholar's wife, and the beggar's wife are all the same."

Liu Ningxue was in her early twenties, with an oval face so delicate it seemed as if a finger could flick it. She wore a moon-colored cheongsam with subtle patterns, the collar and cuffs trimmed with light pink tassels. Her black hair was styled high in a bun, revealing her fair and slender neck. Perhaps because she had been drinking, her lightly powdered cheeks were flushed, making her even more charming.

Hearing the increasingly rude tone of the man surnamed Mao, he was overcome with anger, but restrained himself from lashing out, and only said with a resentful expression:
"Young Master Mao, it's one thing if you don't come to support us, but you also forbid them from receiving guests? After all, they need to make a living too."

"Need money? Tell me if you need money!" Mao Zhongxin drank another cup by himself, staring at Liu Ningxue with a lecherous look, and took out a small yellow croaker from his pocket and threw it on the table.

This surprised Liu Ningxue somewhat. To be honest, she despised Mao Zhongxin, this pretty boy with a sexually transmitted disease, but she had to put on a brave face and pretend to be happy in order to obtain information. At this moment, she feigned surprise.
"For me? That's too much!"

"It's nothing, consider it a small token of appreciation for your cosmetics." Mao Zhongxin waved his hand dismissively, took another sip of wine, and seeing Liu Ningxue's resentment turn to joy, continued:
"Satisfied? If you are, then have a few more drinks with me."

"Alright, alright." The observant Liu Ningxue had already noticed that Mao Zhongxin had been drinking and seemed preoccupied. Therefore, she had the maid serve another table of food and wine, sent her away, and gracefully walked to Mao Zhongxin's side, rubbing his temples with concern, saying:
"Why does Young Master Mao seem a bit distracted? You're here and you're still thinking about other women?"

"Heh, you're overthinking it. If I had other women, would I be coming to you? It's about work." Mao Zhongxin snorted, his smile vanishing, replaced by a worried expression.

Liu Ningxue glanced at him, seemingly lost in thought. Seeing his preoccupied expression, she knew he must be hiding something, so she followed up by asking:

"Work-related? Did Boss Dai yell at you?"

"Why is Boss Dai cursing? It's the new deputy director's secretary. He's a wolf in sheep's clothing, arrogant and domineering since he got his way. He's caused a lot of trouble." Mao Zhongxin got angry as soon as Zhang Yi was mentioned, and started cursing.

"The deputy director's secretary, who is that? Is he also from Jiangshan?" Liu Ningxue's eyes flashed, feigning curiosity.

"Him?" Mao Zhongxin chuckled, then hesitated for a moment before asking, "Have you heard of Zhang Yi?"

"Zhang Yi?" Liu Ningxue shook her head blankly.

"He used to be the head of the judicial department, and he has just been promoted to deputy director's secretary."

"Never heard of it." Liu Ningxue shook her head again.

Mao Zhongxin was annoyed that she knew nothing about the Military Intelligence Bureau. But then he thought, she was just a prostitute; it was normal for her not to know anything about the Bureau. So he suppressed his anger and forced a smile, saying:
"Let's not talk about that bastard anymore, let's drink, let's drink."

Who was Liu Ningxue? She had infiltrated the brothel to gather intelligence. Her eyes were wide with curiosity as she awaited Mao Zhongxin's next move. Seeing him suddenly lose interest, she felt a surge of annoyance. But her mind remained focused, and she softly flattered him:
"With your uncle and Boss Dai as your backers, why are you afraid of a mere deputy director's secretary?"

"Afraid of him? What a joke!" Mao Zhongxin reeked of alcohol and sneered, "I watched him build his mansion, I watched him entertain his guests, I watched his mansion collapse, hehe, he's not far from his downfall."

As he spoke, a wild and arrogant look gradually appeared on his face.

Liu Ningxue was completely confused, but her curiosity only grew stronger. Knowing that further inquiry would only arouse Mao Zhongxin's suspicion, she suppressed her questions and resumed her relaxed and lively demeanor. While pouring wine for Mao Zhongxin, she said:

"That's good. Let's not talk about him anymore. Let's drink and have fun here."

"How can I be happy?" Mao Zhongxin interrupted her, staring intently at her face, looking sullen, and muttered to himself, "The madam said you're not feeling well, how can I be happy, how can I be joyful?"

As he spoke, he gave a sly smile and said mysteriously, "How about we go somewhere else?"

"Where to?" Liu Ningxue feigned ignorance.

"Where to? Hehe, how's it here?" Mao Zhongxin chuckled and pinched Liu Ningxue's butt.

Liu Ningxue shuddered and fell silent.

"What? You don't want to?" Mao Zhongxin snorted coldly, picked up the small yellow croaker on the table, and made as if to leave.

Liu Ningxue blushed, hesitated for a moment, and reluctantly nodded. After all, she was a spy, and Mao Zhongxin clearly possessed top-secret intelligence; she couldn't let this opportunity slip away.

Upon seeing this, Mao Zhongxin was overjoyed and rushed forward eagerly.

"Wait!" Liu Ningxue said shyly, suddenly pressing down on his shoulder.

Mao Zhongxin looked at her, full of doubt.

"Aren't you going to take a bath? You have no sense of romance at all." Liu Ningxue glared at him angrily, and before Mao Zhongxin could speak, she called over a maid to help prepare a bathtub.

Although Mao Zhongxin was impatient, he reluctantly walked to the fireworks display area next door, completely unaware that Liu Ningxue, taking advantage of the opportunity to touch up her makeup, quickly took out a small porcelain bottle from under her rouge box and quietly took out two pills and threw them into her wine glass.

The night is rich.

Zhang Yi wasn't sleepy at all. He lay on the sofa for a while, then turned his head to look in the direction of the bedroom. He then sat up gently, tiptoed to the bedroom door, held his breath, and listened intently. Shen Ruozhu was breathing evenly and deeply, clearly fast asleep.

After pondering for a while, he turned and walked towards the study. After writing furiously for a while, he came out of the study, put on his coat, and went outside.

In Zhang Yi's view, Dai Chunfeng's so-called "Thunderbolt" plan was a trap. Although he suspected him and had people watching his every move, he must have thought that Dai Chunfeng would not dare to make any moves easily.

Then let's do the opposite – the most dangerous person is actually the safest person.

With that thought in mind, Zhang Yi quietly left the house and walked upstairs, eventually stopping at the door of a house upstairs.

He listened intently, then pulled a thin wire from his pocket, twisted it, and inserted it into the keyhole.

A moment later, a "click" was heard, and the door lock was opened.

Zhang Yi put on a mask, gloves, and shoe covers, slightly lifted the door, and quietly and quickly went inside. He paused for a moment, listened to the sounds inside, and seeing the person snoring loudly, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He carefully turned on his flashlight, shielded the beam with his hand, located the telephone, walked over, and dialed Zheng Huhe's contact number.

"Beep—beep--"

Zhang Yi gripped the receiver, trying his best to remain silent. A rhythmic busy tone came from the other end of the line—no one answered.

Not at home? Off on a mission?
Zhang Yi was guessing what was going on in his mind. Just as he was about to give up, someone finally picked up the phone.

"Is Boss Liu back?" There was no response on the other end of the line, so Zhang Yi asked tentatively.

"Just got home." Zheng Huhe's voice was tired and he was a little out of breath because he had just rushed from his house to a public phone booth a few dozen meters away. The phone booth was right across from his house's balcony, and he could hear it clearly whenever it rang.

Once he confirmed that the person opposite him was Zheng Huhe, Zhang Yi said directly:

"The goods you requested have been prepared."

Zheng Huhe paused for a moment before asking, "When will the transaction take place?"

"Come to my house in half an hour, remember to take a detour." Zhang Yi changed the subject, "By the way, this is my neighbor's phone number, 82334."

"Understood!" The two had a tacit understanding, and Zheng Huhe understood as soon as Zhang Yi said that. After hearing the other end of the phone hang up, he waited for a while and then dialed the number 82334 directly.

The phone rang, sounding unusually noisy and endless in the quiet night.

"Who the hell is this? Can't a person get any sleep in the middle of the night?" A middle-aged man, shirtless and still half asleep, came out of the bedroom, cursing as he picked up the phone: "You've got the wrong number. I'm not Liu Weimin. My name is Liu Dayong."

"Snapped"

The phone rang again as soon as he hung up. Liu Dayong recognized the caller and, upon hearing it was the same person, flew into a rage.
"It's you again? Didn't I tell you? I'm not Liu Weimin. What? I made a mistake?"

The person on the other end of the phone said, "Isn't this 82234?"

"It's 82334, what a load of rubbish. I'm warning you, don't call again, or I'll call the police and say you're disturbing the peace." Liu Dayong angrily hung up the phone, muttered "crazy" in frustration, and turned to go back to his bedroom.

Downstairs, Zhao Kui and Zhou Wu were enjoying roast duck in their car when they suddenly noticed that the lights in Zhang Yi's living room were on.

Then, with a "bang," the door slammed shut, followed by the sound of footsteps.

"There's movement on the 5th!" Zhao Kui's eyes widened as he glanced at his watch; it was 1:20 a.m.

I wondered what Deputy Director Zhang was doing out at this time.
Could it be that he really has a problem?
Are you going out to meet your accomplices now?
Zhao Kui was startled by his own reasoning and guess, but then became excited. His spirits lifted, and his previously sleepy eyes brightened. He glared at Zhou Wu, who was still gnawing on a duck leg, and quickly stated his guess:
"Cheer up! I'll go ahead first. You report to your superiors immediately and request backup."

"Is it really Zhang Zhangyi?" Zhou Wu's face was full of disbelief.

Zhao Kui frowned, staring out the car window: "Let's assume he isn't. Then why would he be out in the middle of the night? Why?"

Zhou Wu felt a chill run down his spine and boldly guessed, "Is he going to finish this right under our noses? Oh no, he's coming over. Is he going to kill us?"

Zhao Kui also saw Zhang Yi walking over with his hands behind his back. When he heard Zhou Wu say this, his expression changed immediately. He threw down the duck leg and hurriedly drew his pistol and cocked it.

Just then, Zhang Yi strolled over leisurely with his hands behind his back, looking at them through the car window.

Zhao Kui and Zhou Wu gripped their pistols tightly, at a loss for words.

However, the next moment, there was a knock on the car window.

Zhao Kui hesitated for a moment, then, having no other choice, he reluctantly rolled down the car window and forced a stiff smile.
"Deputy Director Zhang, you're still up so late!"

Zhang Yi had one hand behind his back and the other hand inside his pocket.

This action startled the two men, their hearts pounding, and they stared intently at Zhang Yi's movements.

But then Zhang Yi took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth. He then took out a lighter and was about to light it when he suddenly stared at the two of them and stopped lighting the cigarette.

Zhao Kui's heart pounded. He glanced at Zhou Wu out of the corner of his eye and saw that Zhou Wu's eyes were glazed over and his face was pale. He cursed under his breath, gripped his pistol tightly, and remained motionless, feigning composure as he asked:

"Deputy Director Zhang?"

Zhang Yi lit a cigarette with a "snap," took a puff, then leaned in, smelled it, and said:

What's that smell in the car?

"What is the taste?"

"It smells like meat, like duck, and it's roast duck! You two are living a good life!"

Zhao Kui finally breathed a sigh of relief and explained with a forced smile:
"Deputy Director Zhang is joking. We didn't eat dinner tonight. We just couldn't stand it anymore, so we bought a roast duck."

"Thank you for your hard work!" Zhang Yi said with a smile, then suddenly changed the subject, "You guys came here to spy on me, didn't you? You already found out."

Upon hearing this, the two men's hearts skipped a beat. They exchanged a glance, looking at each other in bewilderment. They both knew what was going on, so why did you have to say it out loud?
Just as the two were feeling uneasy, they heard Zhang Yi ask menacingly:
"Who sent you?"

Zhao Kui and Zhou Wu were trembling with fear, unsure how to answer, when Zhang Yi reached out with his other hand, holding a bottle of beer. He then proactively placed the beer in Zhao Kui's hand.

"You've worked hard. How can you eat roast duck without beer? But there's only one bottle. Don't think I'm stingy; work is more important."

Zhao Kui quickly and respectfully accepted it: "You're right, it's all for work."

Zhang Yi patted Zhao Kui heavily on the shoulder, showing great concern for his subordinate.
"Lieutenant Jia is so lucky to have such dedicated subordinates like you." Zhang Yi patted the table twice more as he spoke with emotion. "Unlike me, my subordinate Mao Zhongxin is a complete scoundrel."

Having said that, he chuckled and removed his hand, then took out a cigarette from his pocket:
"Smoking?"

"No, thank you."

"Oh." Zhang Yi exhaled a puff of smoke, put the cigarette in his pocket, and walked away leisurely with his hands behind his back.

Zhao Kui looked down at the beer in his hand, feeling quite depressed.

When Zhang Yi walked to his doorstep, Zheng Huhe had already arrived. Looking at him, he smiled with mixed feelings.

(End of this chapter)