Spy wars start with lurking Secretary Hong

Chapter 398 Mysterious Traitor

Chapter 398 Mysterious Traitor
As soon as Hong Zhiyou arrived in the hall, he saw Liu Kui shoving Professor Jin out.

This burly section chief, clearly not one to hold a grudge, slapped Professor Jin across the face right in front of the education officials.
"Damn it, if you dare to swear again, I'll kill you."

"And you all."

"Remember this, everyone. This is Manchukuo. You can get killed if you talk nonsense here."

"Yes, yes!" The two men nodded and bowed, and quickly took Professor Jin away.

This is the Special Service Section.

Aside from the Security Bureau and the Japanese, no one can control them. Even if the mayor came, he would have to swallow his anger in this hellish place.

"What are you looking at?" Liu Kui glared at Hong Zhi, annoyed, when he saw Hong Zhi staring at him.

"No way, man."

"You can't even stand up for your own people?"

Hong Zhiyou had his hands in his pockets, his tone slightly teasing.

"Who says you're one of our own?"

"This hall only houses the Special Affairs Section and... other sections."

The burly Liu Kui tapped Hong Zhiyou's chest as a reminder.

"Gao Bin is my uncle, my biological uncle." Since he couldn't hide it anymore, Hong Zhi stopped pretending.

Liu Kui instantly looked like he'd swallowed a dead fly. He opened his mouth, his face darkened, and he turned and left.

We arrived at the action team's office.

Zhou Yi is reviewing documents.

"Hold on."

Without looking up, he methodically finished his work, tightened the pen cap, and then said:

"Director Liu has already called me."

"I've already explained things to Lu Ming."

"Go and fetch it."

"Thank you, Captain Zhou," Hong Zhiyou said with a smile.

"Of course."

"Thank you for yesterday," Zhou Yi said.

"What is it?" Hong Zhi asked.

"Help me carry my luggage," Zhou Yi said with a smile.

"You're welcome."

Hong Zhiyou turned and left.

……

Lu Ming, Liu Kui, and two other section chiefs were in a large office.

Lu Ming is the head of the ideological section.

Liu Kui is the head of the intelligence section.

It's really just a title, there's no difference. They're all under the unified command of Zhou Yi's action team and do all the work.

Upon seeing Hong Zhiyou, Lu Ming tactfully stepped forward and offered him an old-fashioned cigarette.
"I heard your brother is Section Chief Gao's nephew?"

"Take mine, it's the Shanghai Old Knife. Only it's worthy of the biting cold wind of Northeast China." Hong Zhi didn't answer, but took out a cigarette case and handed him one.

Lu Ming was good at handling things; he quickly took it, lit it, and took a puff.
"Hmm, not bad, this cigarette is pretty strong."

“I still have some British cigars. Come over to my house sometime and have a taste,” Hong Zhiyou said with a smile.

Like Lu Qiaoshan, Lu Ming was a petty person driven by profit.

Dealing with this kind of person, you can keep them hooked by offering them even a small favor.

"Don't postpone it, tonight is the perfect time," Lu Ming said eagerly.

"it is good.

“Then tonight it is.” Hong Zhi nodded.

"From the moment I saw you on the platform, I knew we were destined to be together."

"Let's not talk about anything else."

"I know all the best places to eat and have fun in Harbin, and which restaurants have the most attractive foreign women," Lu Ming said, putting his arm around Hong Zhiyou's shoulder like an old friend.

"That would be great!"

“I’m new here, so I’ll be relying on you from now on,” Hong Zhi said.

"We're all brothers, it's only right."

Upon arriving at the warehouse, Lu Ming opened the box and pointed to two large wooden crates:

"The Zhang family's batch of leather goods are all here."

"Here's a list, please check it out."

Hong Zhi opened one of the boxes, glanced at it, and closed the lid: "I trust your brother to handle things."

"Okay, you find a car, and I'll tow it away."

"What car are you looking for?"

"Release him and let him figure it out himself. These fur smugglers are very resourceful," Lu Ming said.

“That works too.” Hong Zhi nodded.

We arrived at the cell.

Lu Ming brought people.

"Name?" Hong Zhi asked.

"Zhang Dong, everyone calls me Zhang the Cripple." The man looked to be about thirty-six or thirty-seven years old, with a fat body and a ruddy complexion, making him quite comical.

"Section Chief Lu, I'm taking the person with me now."

After greeting everyone, Hong Zhi led Zhang Guaizi into the office.

"Go find a vehicle and take the leather goods to the train station."

"This is the document for exiting the customs."

"If the Japanese and the police ask, just say it was purchased for Director Ding Mocun of the Mei Agency's No. 76. They will call Ding Mocun, and he will say yes."

As Hong Zhiyou spoke, he pushed the telephone over.

Zhang Guaizi quickly dialed a number: "A-Si, find a truck and drive it to the police station. The goods have been delivered."

"Be quick."

“You seem to know your place well in Harbin.” Hong Zhi poured him a cup of hot tea.

"good.

"I mainly deal in mountain products, furs, and local specialties," Zhang Guaizi said.

"The Japanese are so strict, how did you receive these things?" Hong Zhiyou asked curiously.

"Sir, this is not convenient to say." Zhang Guaizi chuckled slyly.

“If it’s not convenient to talk here, then let’s go to the interrogation room,” Hong Zhiyou said with a sneer.

"Then, let's go with this."

“I have some in many villages, including Jilin and Changbai Mountain. When the locals find good things in the mountains, they will keep them. My people will go and collect them on the 15th of each month.”

"Then it will be transported out."

"When Commander Tanaka and Chief Cao of the Special Service Section of the Harbin Military Police Headquarters were in power, you could walk around Harbin freely."

"Six months ago, Gao Bin was transferred here, and the commander of the military police headquarters was also replaced by Shirokura Yoshie. They completely controlled Harbin, and that's how they got into trouble."

Zhang Guaizi said with a hint of annoyance.

“It’s not just the locals, but also the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces in the mountains. You must have contributed a lot of funds to them.” Hong Zhiyou leaned back in his chair, smoking a cigarette and looking at him coldly.

"Sir, you can't say that carelessly, or you'll lose your head," Zhang Guaizi said.

"rest assured.

“I want your head, you won’t be sitting here.”

"Do you buy and sell directly, or are you a middleman?"

Hong Zhi asked a question.

"I'd like to sell, but I need strong connections to get it out of the country."

"To be honest, I was receiving goods for a big boss in Jinhai. He and Wen Shizhen are close friends."

"In order to pave the way out of the pass, Wen Shizhen and the Japanese commander-in-chief in the Kwantung Army, Masaharu Honma, personally came to the Northeast to explore the route. Who knew that the Kwantung Army headquarters was also unreliable?"

"Today, one group of people is replaced; tomorrow, another group of people is replaced."

"Whether they are human or ghost, they must be respected."

“When you encounter people like Shirokura Yoshie and Takahata, even bribery won’t work. There’s really nothing you can do.”

Zhang Guaizi said.

"If you don't get this batch of goods sorted out, I'll lose everything," he complained, taking a sip of tea.

"Do the Japanese buy into this?" Hong Zhiyou asked with a smile.

"Most of them are eaten."

"They put on a righteous facade, but secretly they take kickbacks and are even more ruthless in making money than the officials of Manchukuo."

"I won't say we eat Chinese people."

"Within their Kwantung Army, there were many such shady dealings, such as withholding soldiers' rations and extorting and embezzling Japanese merchants and expatriates."

"Some of the confiscated grain was secretly diverted to lower levels and sold at high prices to wealthy people."

"A large portion of it was dumped in Tianjin, Beijing, Shanghai, and even areas controlled by the Chiang Kai-shek government."

"They say it's some kind of 'Rice Management Law'."

"It was actually just an excuse for them to make a fortune. Some people in the Kwantung Army General Staff were doing this. The Japanese military cabinet even sent people to investigate, but in the end, nothing came of it."

Zhang Guaizi said with a look of disdain.

"Let me guess, is the Jin Hai boss you're helping with named... Mu Liancheng?" Hong Zhiyou asked.

"How...how did you know?" Zhang Guaizi was shocked.

As expected of that old fox.

With the Japanese closing the borders, these items are now highly sought-after goods for important officials like Yang Sen, as well as for former Qing dynasty officials, Beiyang government officials, and merchants.

Given Wu Jingzhong's personality, he would likely pocket at least half of Yang Sen's ransom.

He gave himself ten, which means the ransom alone would cost at least twenty large yellow croakers.

It's unimaginable how exorbitantly these things would fetch if they were sold in the interior of China, especially in the south.

No wonder that damned Mu Liancheng became the richest man in Tianjin.

That's just how smart they are.

You're destined to get rich!
"Mu Liancheng's path is no longer viable."

"From now on, you can just sell the goods to me after you receive them."

"Mu Liancheng is a dead end."

"I'm afraid you'll earn it but not live to spend it."

"Whatever he pays you, I'll give you double the price."

Hongzhi has the Way.

“This…” Zhang Guaizi hesitated.

“If you still want to stay in Manchukuo, you’d better listen to me,” Hong Zhiyou said.

“But… Brother, Mu Liancheng knows quite a few Japanese and Manchurian officials. If I follow you, he definitely won’t let us go.”

"Besides, you're just a... section chief, this business won't last long."

Zhang Guaizi hesitated, somewhat like a mercenary man.

"I will naturally handle this."

“Let’s try cooperating once this batch of goods clears customs,” Hong Zhiyou said.

"Row.

"This is my address and phone number."

"I also deal in antiques and opium. If you're interested in collaborating, feel free to contact me."

Having managed to pass through Gao Bin's gates without him noticing, Zhang Guaizi didn't dare offend him and wrote down a number and address before handing it over.

"Okay." Hong Zhi nodded.

The goods have been processed.

Hong Zhiyou took five gold bars from the drawer, put them in his pocket, and went straight to Liu Zhenwen's office.

"Section Chief Hong."

Upon arriving at the door, the rather handsome Gong Qingshan politely nodded and greeted him.

"Secretary Gong, is the Director not busy right now?" Hong Zhi asked.

"Not busy." Gong Qingshan smiled and gestured for him to come in.

Hong Zhiyou went inside.

"What, Captain Zhou isn't releasing them?" Liu Zhenwen asked, quite surprised to see him return.

"no.

The person has been released.

"I'm here to deliver something to you, Director."

Without saying a word, Hong Zhiyou took out five gold bars and placed them on his desk.

"The goods haven't cleared customs yet, no rush, right?" Liu Zhenwen asked with a smile, not in a hurry to accept them.

"The person has been released, and the documents have been issued."

"Director Liu always keeps his word."

"Of course, I can't be ambiguous either."

"Pleasant to work with."

Hong Zhiyou smiled.

"You're straightforward. I have high hopes for you." Liu Zhenwen nodded in satisfaction, his opinion of the young man rising even higher.

……

come back to the office.

Just as I sat down, Gao Bin walked in: "Zhiyou, come out with me for a bit."

"Yes, Section Chief." Hong Zhiyou accepted the order.

Got in the car.

Gao Bin said, "Go to South Cross Street in Waidao District."

"The goods have been dumped?" he asked, arms crossed.

“It’s been sold off. Director Liu knows our relationship. Five gold bars to make him take a position—there’s no reason for him not to take advantage of such a bargain,” Hong Zhiyou said with a smile.

"Ok.

"It is common knowledge that Liu Zhenwen is greedy for money."

"But we still need to be careful."

"This person has a big appetite; you might not be able to feed him."

Gao Bin offered a reminder.

"Understood." Hong Zhi nodded.

Upon arriving at South Cross Street, Gao Bin instructed him to find a secluded corner to park, saying:

"Go out for a walk."

"Keep it a little further away."

"Okay." Hong Zhi nodded.

He got out of the car and quickly disappeared into an alley.

moment.

A woman walked out of a shop across the street.

The woman was completely covered up and wearing sunglasses, making it impossible to see her face, which added to her mystery.

She walked to the car, opened the door, and sat down next to Gao Bin.

"Any news?" Gao Bin asked with a smile.

The woman nodded, her voice slightly hoarse: "The Anti-Japanese United Army is short of medicine, so the underground organization in Fengtian (Shenyang) obtained a batch of medicine."

"At this point in time, the transport trucks should have already entered Harbin."

"Great! What kind of vehicle? Where will the delivery be made?" Gao Bin's eyes lit up, and he became excited.

"There were two men and one woman on the bus, who came from Fengtian."

"Besides the medicine, there was also a radio station."

"It was also purchased urgently from Fengtian, specifically for communication between Harbin and the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces in the mountains."

"The woman who led the group is very experienced. She should be a liaison between Fengtian and Harbin. She is very familiar with this area and is probably around thirty years old."

The mysterious woman spoke very quickly.

"Do you have her photo or information?" Gao Bin asked.

"without.

"I'm not at a level where I can reach her."

"The organization is very sensitive lately, so I don't dare to inquire too much, as that would easily expose my identity."

"I will call you if I have any new information."

The mysterious woman said warily.

That's right.

"Thank you, leave the rest to me," Gao Bin said.

"By the way, Director Bai would like to meet you."

"You are very important to him."

Gao Bin continued.

"No need. I only want to contact you and get what I'm owed. I don't trust anyone else." The mysterious woman refused without hesitation.

"Hmm, you're a smart person," Gao Bin said approvingly, then took two thick envelopes from his pocket and handed them to her.

"This is a reward from the director and me, and this is your activity fund."

"Your people are having a hard time right now."

"I'll find someone to get you a red ration book."

"At times like these, rice is often more useful than bullets."

"Okay, I'll contact you if there are any new developments."

"Is your driver reliable?" The woman nodded, wiped the fog off her sunglasses, and put them back on.

“He’s reliable. He’s my nephew. He was raised in my family since he was a child,” Gao Bin said.

"That's good."

The woman opened the car door and quickly got out.

Gao Bin rolled down the car window, lit his pipe, and coldly watched her drive away.

This woman is a member of the underground organization that distributes red tickets.

Back in Fengtian, he was secretly arrested by himself, and after betraying his cause, he became his undercover agent.

Along with her, a high-ranking officer from the Anti-Japanese United Army in the mountains also defected to her.

of course.

Their identities are top secret.

Especially her husband, even Director Bai didn't know about him.

moment.

Hong Zhi returned from his shopping trip and handed Gao Bin a bag of tobacco: "Uncle, I saw you were almost out of tobacco yesterday, so I bought this for you."

"Ok.

"Zhiyou, there might be an operation coming up in the hall soon, you need to be prepared," Gao Bin said.

"Uncle, I think I'll pass."

“If we have to fight someone, it’s not worth getting shot. I want to make a lot of money so I can live to support you and Auntie in your old age,” Hong Zhiyou said.

"You may have connections, but the Japanese value merit very much."

"If you don't show any outstanding achievements, you'll only ever be a section chief or department head in your entire life."

"This time we might catch a big fish."

"Think about it carefully."

Gao Bin frowned.

"I won't consider it. Right now, Lieutenant General Chengcang and the Security Bureau are conducting a very tight internal investigation. I just got back, and if something goes wrong with the operation, I might become a key target for investigation."

"It's better not to participate."

"Let's wait a year or two before participating."

Hong Zhi turned the car key and tried to start it several times before finally getting it started. He then stepped on the gas and drove the car steadily.

"Hmm, taking it easy is fine, but I was too impatient," Gao Bin said, taking a puff of his pipe and nodding.

……

Jihong Bridge, Zhou Residence.

Gu Qiuyan, wearing a floral nightgown and barefoot, lay lazily on the bed reading a book.

the phone is ringing.

She quickly answered: "Hello."

"Okay, I know."

After hanging up the phone, she quickly changed into appropriate home clothes.

The call was from Lao Wei.

Old Wei's public identity is that of a businessman.

Gu Qiuyan ordered a recliner from him.

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang.

"Aunt Liu, the person who delivered the recliner is here. Go open the door." Gu Qiuyan called downstairs.

Soon, two strong workers carried the deck chair up to the second floor.

Gu Qiuyan took out her wallet and paid the wages.

After dismissing the workers, Aunt Liu took a mop and wiped away the shoe prints. Gu Qiuyan said:
"Aunt Liu, go and rest."

"Okay, ma'am."

Aunt Liu carried the mop downstairs.

Gu Qiuyan stood at the door for a while, and after confirming that Aunt Liu had left, she quickly walked to the recliner, opened the hidden compartment in the armrest, and took out a note.

The note read: "My cousin from Fengtian has arrived. She brought some local specialties. Please accept them. Let's meet at our usual place."

Gu Qiuyan burned the note and picked up the phone to dial Zhou Yi's office number.

……

Action team office.

Gao Bin is chatting with Zhou Yi.

He couldn't stay idle; when he wasn't on assignment, he liked to chat with the section chiefs in various offices within the department.

One reason is that it can bring people closer together.

Secondly, loose lips sink ships.

People always have moments of dozing off, and often in a relaxed environment, they unconsciously reveal information they want to know.

Even if it's a hobby, who's your next-door neighbor?
These were also useful to him.

Gao Bin was particularly interested in people like Zhou Yi.

"Zhou Yi."

"The public security situation in Harbin is a problem right now."

"Some time ago, Yang Jingyu's First Army advanced into Changbai Mountain and successfully joined forces with the Second Route Army. His Majesty the Emperor sent Li Wenlong's Sixth Army to intercept them, but they suffered a great loss."

"The Japanese and Puyi are under a lot of pressure right now."

"Last year, the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China sent a political commissar surnamed Zhou from Yancheng to lead the Eighth Army in guerrilla warfare around Laotuoshan in Harbin. Last year, several police stations and fortifications in several counties below Bianhechun, as well as Qixinglazi in Yilan, were destroyed."

"Some time ago, the Kwantung Army branch in Harbin and Manchukuo soldiers jointly launched a siege against them, which dealt a heavy blow to their arrogance."

"Now they're hiding in the mountains."

"They can make ends meet by hunting wild boars for food."

"But without medicine, they'll be in big trouble."

Gao Bin said.

"The Anti-Japanese United Army has no future."

"People ultimately want to live. The Anti-Japanese United Army had no money, no food, and its members were a mixed bunch, including bandits who had joined and people from the Zhang family who had been with them before."

"If these people keep going, their spirits will break down."

“In my opinion, we don’t even need to fight. As long as we seal off the mountain, they will scatter if there is a shortage of food and medicine or if the distribution is uneven,” Zhou Yi analyzed with great experience.

“Great minds think alike.” Gao Bin smiled and flicked his finger.

Just then, the phone rang.

Zhou Yi got up and walked to his desk to take the answer:

"it's me.

"I'll just have something simple for lunch, no need for soup. It's snowing heavily, don't slip and fall."

"OK.

"I see.

"So be it."

He hung up the phone after saying that.

"Qiuyan took a taxi and said she had made pig's trotter soup at home and wanted to bring it over to me."

"Isn't this just a waste of time?"

"This is an office space; we can't let her come and go as she pleases."