Spy wars start with lurking Secretary Hong

Chapter 406 Ren Changchun Reports for Duty

"Section Chief Gao, your nephew is quite something. He's a student of Commander Ichiro Sakanishi, who was Chief Doihara's former superior."

"At such a young age, he has the ability to clear away the clouds and reveal the sun."

"The young are to be feared, the young are to be feared."

Liu Zhenwen stood with his hands behind his back, laughing loudly in praise.

"Not at all, he's just ignorant. With you here, Director, even the village head can't pull off any tricks or show off. I'll be grateful if you don't blame him, Director." Gao Bin flattered politely.

The Special Service Section maintained close ties with the Military Police and the Security Bureau.

Gao Bin has a very good personal relationship with Murakami.

However, he knew very well that the Japanese were all hypocrites, but deep down they were filthy and despicable, and they always liked to make a mountain out of a molehill.

In particular, the village headman and local thugs like Guan Dashuai were sworn brothers in private.

casino.

Smoke pipe.

usury.

Which of these isn't backed by Japanese people?

Associating with such scumbags can lead to anything from financial ruin and bloodshed to being sent to the Central Malaysia city to "disappear in secret."

In the past, Gao Bin would have protected Lu Ming without hesitation.

After all, they were people I brought with me; how could I just stand by and watch them die?

But now, looking at his tall and handsome nephew, and with him constantly getting up at night, Gao Bin's spirits have plummeted, and he's avoiding everything he can.

He is old.

Spies must be caught.

But I need to hold my eldest grandson.

A four-generation household might actually be possible.

In order to live a few more years and receive a higher retirement pension, one should at least be more restrained.

"Lu Ming, why don't you thank the director for saving your life?" Gao Bin reminded him.

"Thank you, Director Liu," Lu Ming said gratefully, snapping out of his daze.

"Why.

"No, they're all our own people," Liu Zhenwen said with a frank smile, taking credit for the task.

"Director, it's been a while since I've seen your wife and Ya Wen. How have they been lately?" Gao Bin's tone was ambiguous, whether he was joking or bringing it up intentionally.

Liu Zhenwen, being a seasoned veteran, instantly understood that Gao Bin wanted to help Hong Zhi find a marriage alliance.

"Ya Wen went to Xinjing to visit her aunt. When she returns later, I will definitely have her pay a visit." Liu Zhenwen glanced at Hong Zhiyou, but still politely declined.

He only has one precious daughter.

Hong Zhiyou can only be described as somewhat clever, while Ichiro Sakanishi has long since retired and has lost his real influence in the military, so he may not be able to obtain any resources.

Liu Zhenwen favored Lieutenant General Shirokura's son, Shirokura Ichiro.

Ichiro worked at the Harbin Daiwa Bank.

He is also a rising star favored by Mitsubishi's branch.

He has a much brighter future than Hong Zhi.

"Zhiyou, do a good job, I believe in you."

Liu Zhenwen patted Hong Zhiyou on the shoulder and turned to leave.

"Everyone, disperse," Gao Bin waved his hand and ordered.

Hong Zhi returned to his office.

Lu Ming followed him in, closed the door, and bowed deeply as he approached: "Section Chief Hong, I won't thank you for saving my life. I owe you my life."

“No, you must thank me,” Hong Zhi said.

"Huh?" Lu Ming was taken aback.

"To save you, I gave the village head five gold bars."

"Or do you think he'll let you off the hook?"
"Those are the white shoes that are about to turn the big fish with red tickets against us."

"Based on this alone, Murakami has reason to suspect that you are an undercover agent with red tickets hidden in the police department."

"He originally intended to 'specially transfer' you."

"It was my money that saved my life."

Hong Zhi opened a box of cigars, lit one, and said.

Five gold bars? You might as well let me die... Lu Ming muttered painfully.

"Section Chief Lu, what did you say?" Hong Zhiyou asked.

Oh, no, no.

“Zhiyou, we’re brothers, can’t we have a smaller portion?” Lu Ming said.

"Stop fooling around."

"Chief Lu, is your life not even worth five gold bars?" Hong Zhiyou asked.

"Brother, I really didn't," Lu Ming said, still trying to play dumb.

For him, face is secondary.

The money, that's real money.

"Brother Lu, it's not very interesting if you say it like that. So, I meant well but ended up doing something wrong?"

"You'd rather die than part with your wealth, right?"

"Okay, I'll ask the village head to get the money back."

"Or you could go to the Xinjing Military Police Headquarters and report him to Lieutenant General Shirakura for embezzlement and bribery."

Hong Zhi would never do a deal that would result in him losing money.

Lu Ming is different from Lu Qiaoshan.

He didn't have a powerful backer like Zheng Jiemin, so his influence in the police department was limited, and he was only suitable to be a lackey.

You can just strangle this kind of person with money.

"Brother, you're being too hurtful."

"Tell me, how many taels of gold is this fish worth?"

Seeing that he had no room for negotiation, Lu Ming asked helplessly.

“Six taels of gold,” Hong Zhiyou replied.

"I'll go get it for you right now."

"Damn it, this is the worst luck imaginable. How did we end up catching a military police mole?"

Lu Ming's face contorted in pain as he cursed.

"There's no need to even think about it, we've been tricked."

"Fortunately, after 'investigation,' Captain Murakami discovered that Meng Xiaolian is actually Sun Yuejian, who travels between the two places. He has already recommended her to the police department for commendation."

"There will be some bonus, more or less, which will help you recover your losses."

Hong Zhiyou smiled.

"What's the use of asking for credit? I can't become a team leader or section chief anyway."

"That little bit of bonus isn't even enough to treat you to a meal."

"That damned Wang Dachun."

"I want to kill him with my own hands."

Lu Ming said viciously.

"Yes, that's what Murakami meant too."

“If this person lives, Meng Xiaolian can’t become Sun Yuejian, and you’ll be in big trouble,” Hong Zhiyou said.

As he spoke, he picked up the phone and dialed a number:

"Hello, is this Captain Zhou?"
"Captain Murakami has instructed you to accompany Lu Ming to the hospital."

Zhou Yi now likes the traitor Lao Wangga the most.

Don't worry, he'll take care of it.

"Okay, thanks, bro."

“I’ll give you the gold bars when I get back from my business,” Lu Ming said.

Secret executions and special transfers are common occurrences within the police department, and they are carried out without any pressure.

"Take this, consider it a celebration for your success." Hong Zhiyou picked up the opened box of cigars and handed it over.

"Brother, you're a man of principle."

"Thanks!"

Lu Ming accepted the call and quickly walked out.

Hong Zhi walked to the window, lifted the curtain, and only after confirming that Zhou Yi had gone with the car did he feel relieved.

Wang Dachun is not dead.

If Sun Yuejian recovers from his injury, he will be exposed.

Given Gao Bin's methods, even if he arrests her this time, he'll eventually be able to trace the clues back to Zhou Yi.

……

"Lu Ming, you got what you deserved with that slap. You actually did a great job, even catching a double agent for the village chief." Zhou Yi sat in the passenger seat, staring at the handprint on Lu Ming's face with a half-smile.

"Stop making fun of me."

"I've really fallen into a trap this time."

"I was so busy I was practically running around like a headless chicken. I braved the snow all day without even eating a bite. I thought I'd finally get a chance to show my face, but..."

"Hey, do you know how much money Section Chief Hong spent to save me?"

Lu Ming sighed as he drove.

“The village head has a big appetite; he probably won’t be able to finish a fish that’s at least ten six- or seven-ounce fish,” Zhou Yi said.

"Five fish weighing six ounces each, this is practically the death of me," Lu Ming said, spreading his five fingers.

"This is a very reasonable price."

“Zhiyou shouldn’t have taken a cut from your commission,” Zhou Yi said.

Lu Ming casually pulled a cigar from his bag and said with a hint of smugness, "Want one?"

Despite saying that, he showed no intention of taking it.

"You can smoke, I still prefer to smoke Old Bado."

Zhou Yi glanced at it and smiled:
"British goods are not cheap."

"It was a gift from Section Chief Hong. He treats me like a brother, so we can't refuse it, right?" Lu Ming said, taking a satisfying puff of his cigarette.

“That’s right.” Zhou Yi nodded.

Arrived at the hospital.

The two entered the ward, and Wang Dachun seemed much better.

"Snapped!"

Lu Ming reached out, grabbed the saline bottle, and smashed it to pieces.

The nurse standing nearby, not wanting to offend them, was so frightened that she quickly ran out.

"What do you mean?" Wang Dachun asked.

What does that mean?
"Are you kidding me? I'm asking you, where is Sun Yuejian? What does he look like?" Lu Ming raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face.

"Didn't I tell you?"

As his injuries began to heal, Old Wang wanted to live again.

"Lu Ming, why waste words with him? The village head is waiting for a reply, hurry up," Zhou Yi said, frowning.

“Someone come.

"Take him away!" Lu Ming waved to the clerk outside.

The two men immediately took Lao Wang away.

"No, Section Chief Lu, didn't Section Chief Gao say that as long as I cooperate with you, I will..." Wang Dachun shouted anxiously.

"Why so much nonsense?"

Zhou Yi punched Lao Wang in the chin.

Old Wang's jaw dislocated, and he was immediately unable to speak.

I got into the car.

The two men escorted them to the snowy outskirts of the city.

"Come on, hurry up."

Zhou Yi lit a cigarette, put it in Lao Wang's mouth, and then turned his back to gaze at the distant mountains and the hazy dome of the sky.

He doesn't hate Lao Wang.

Revolution is cruel.

Humans are all mortal beings; it's normal for them to be unable to withstand the strain and to betray their former selves in order to survive.

From the moment he confessed, they were no longer his comrades.

Farewell, and please, please don't ever betray us and join Manchukuo in your next life.

With a cigar in his mouth, Lu Ming looked relaxed and at ease, and without any psychological burden, he drew his sidearm and pointed it at Lao Wang's head.

Old Wang knelt on the ground, a cigarette dangling from his teeth, his breath and smoke mingling and overflowing, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, his eyes filled with despair and resentment.

He looked north towards Xinjing (Beijing).

His son was there.

There is no noble faith.

No regrets.

Only simple and unadorned longing.

"Damn it!"

"I have five gold bars!"

Lu Ming cursed, his eyes turned cold, and he snapped the trigger.

Snapped!
Old Wang collapsed to the ground like a wooden stake.

Zhou Yi went over to check and confirmed that it was completely dead, then took out his camera and took two pictures.

There were wolves, bears, and tigers in the nearby mountains and forests, so there was no need to bother burying them. The group got into the car directly.

It's not cruel.

This is the way the world is.

He knew that perhaps one day he too would fall in this icy wasteland, his flesh torn apart by wolves and eagles until he turned into mud.

……

office.

With a single glance from Gao Bin, Hong Zhi followed him into the office.

"How much money did they give the villager?" he asked.

“Two gold bars,” Hong Zhiyou said.

"Foolish."

“There are still many cunning Japanese. If you try to bribe them privately, they might just take it.” Gao Bin frowned and said with displeasure. “Uncle.”

"The Japanese army was utterly rotten."

"Why were there so many changes in officials at the Kwantung Army headquarters and the military police headquarters? It was all because of internal power struggles and the misappropriation of funds, the resale of medicine and rice."

"Don't worry, I've done my homework."

“The village captain and Commander Guan had close ties in private, running casinos and selling opium. People who love money like that are easy to deal with,” Hong Zhiyou said.

"Yes, it's good that you've done your homework."

"In Binjiang Province, there are two people you can't mess with: one is Lieutenant General Shirokura, and the other is Saburo Shibuya of the General Headquarters."

"They are incorruptible by money."

"If you use this tactic against them, you're just asking for trouble."

Gao Bin continued.

"Understood, Uncle," Hong Zhiyou replied.

"correct.

"Uncle, can you transfer a few people to me?"

“Look at Zhou Yi and Lu Ming, they both have their own reliable subordinates or informants. I don’t know who to turn to when I need to get anything done.”

"Too much trouble."

He complained slightly.

"It's right to have this awareness."

"A person can't live without his left and right hands."

"The National Police Agency has increased its recruitment quota a lot this year. Police academy, railway, as long as you pass the political review, whoever you like, I can recommend to you."

After Gao Bin finished speaking, he asked the archives department to bring over a pile of documents.

Hong Zhiyou deliberately pretended to be picking and choosing, and after some hesitation, he pulled out a file.

“Uncle, I’ve made my choice,” Hong Zhiyou said.

"Sure?
“Ren Changchun? This young man seems to come from an ordinary family background,” Gao Bin said.

"yes.

“Even rich kids don’t listen to me,” Hong Zhiyou said with a smile.

“That makes sense. I’ll call Lao Liang from Daoli Police Station right now.”

Gao Bin was always willing to help his nephew, and readily picked up the phone:

"Hey, Lao Liang, it's me, Gao Bin."

"The Special Service Section is short-staffed lately, how about we ask one of your subordinates?"

"Don't worry, I don't need your old buddy."

"He was just a fresh recruit who had just graduated from police academy... named Ren Changchun."

"OK, thanks.

"Let's grab a drink sometime."

After hanging up the phone, Gao Bin said, "Alright, the person has been transferred to you. Go now."

"Any other arrangements?" Hong Zhi asked.

"Those arrangements are all for Zhou Yi and Lu Ming. If you can avoid them, then avoid them. In this line of work, you'll inevitably get your hands dirty with blood, and it's easy to end up childless."

"I hope it's just a job for you, nothing more."

Gao Bin took a slight breath and said.

"Understood, Uncle." Hong Zhiyou nodded solemnly.

Just then, Liu Kui walked in, looking dejected, and said:

"Damn it, Section Chief, that radio transmitter van has run away."

"They ran away?"
"Are all of you just sitting around doing nothing?" Gao Bin said angrily.

"I suspect that guy's car engine has been modified. It's incredibly fast. I almost broke the accelerator pedal, and I chased him for two blocks but still couldn't catch him. I reckon he's using a fake license plate and is probably driving around the streets right now," Liu Kui said angrily.

"These spies in Harbin are getting more and more skilled these days."

I always have a feeling.

"Since the beginning of the last six months, these people have become slick and slippery, especially the Kuomintang agents. They used to fire shots every few days, but now they don't fire anymore."

"I don't even know what they're plotting."

"This is not a good sign."

"This shows that our enemies are becoming more organized and cunning."

"It's not easy."

Gao Bin stood with his hands behind his back, looking worried.

"There are rumors that the head of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Manchurian station has been replaced," Liu Kui said.

“I think so,” Gao Bin said, frowning.

Jingle Bell.

the phone is ringing.

Hong Zhi glanced at the two of them and quickly walked out.

He can find out what he wants to know.

It's best to keep your distance from the public eye.

come back to the office.

Half past four in the afternoon.

Hong Zhi put away his workbook and prepared to go home.

To be honest, life is a bit boring.

There's a woman in my house, but she's someone else's wife.

It's time to find someone.

Otherwise, half the fun in life will be gone. You can't exactly go to prostitutes, can you? That's toxic!

Just as I put on my coat, a burly young policeman with a square face walked in:
"Ren Changchun from Daoli Police Station is here to report for duty."

"Ren Changchun".

Hong Zhi looked him up and down a few times, then raised his hand and said, "Sit down."

Ren Changchun's face was flushed with excitement, and he was very curious to see Hong Zhiyou.

I never expected my boss to be so young.

Hong Zhiyou brewed him tea and also brought out melon seeds, biscuits, and candy.

Ren Changchun was a little nervous and sat up straight, saying, "Sir, you...you transferred me here?"

"Ok.

"I'm short of an assistant in my department, so you'll be working for me from now on."

"how?"

Hong Zhiyou crossed his legs and handed him a cigarette.

"I, I don't smoke."

"It is Changchun's blessing to be able to work with you, sir."

Ren Changchun couldn't hide the smile on his face.

A low-ranking police officer like him can only do menial tasks like patrolling and standing guard at the Daoli Police Station. Even if he works his way up, he can never get into the higher-ups without connections.

Who would have thought that such a windfall would fall from the sky?

My dream has come true.

"Call him Section Chief."

"It's almost lunchtime. You can pick up your uniform tomorrow. Come on, let's go eat. I'll treat you to Western food."

Hong Zhi glanced at his watch, then stood up and said.

"No, no, I can't accept this." Ren Changchun was a little flattered.

"Changchun, I have only one request for you to follow me."

"Follow orders."

"Willing to spend money, and knowing how to spend money!"
"Can you drive?"

Hong Zhi asked a question.

"Yes," Ren Changchun said.

The two drove directly to a French restaurant.

Hong Zhi ordered some Western food and opened a bottle of red wine.

Ren Changchun was initially a little reserved and not very good at using cutlery, but Hong Zhi called over a waiter who patiently taught him.

This made Ren Changchun, who had grown up in poverty, very embarrassed, his face turning as red as a monkey's bottom.

"Do you know why I invited you to eat Western food?" Hong Zhiyou asked with a smile as he cut a piece of steak.

No, I don't know.

"Section Chief, I...I don't have any money." Ren Changchun was a little flustered.

"Don't worry, you won't have to pay anything."

"You'll likely be attending many different occasions in the future, and these are things you absolutely need to know."

Hongzhi has the Way.

“I understand, this is also a mission,” Ren Changchun replied with great understanding.

"right.

"You are indeed very smart."

Hong Zhi nodded in satisfaction.

After finishing his meal, he ordered another portion to be packed up and handed it to Ren Changchun: "Take it home and let them try it too."

"Section Chief, this..." Ren Changchun was deeply moved.

"This is nothing."

"Work hard with me, and you'll live in the best house in Harbin and drive the best car."

Hong Zhi patted him on the shoulder.

In the original drama "Cliff", Ren Changchun was quick-witted and capable, and loyal to Zhou Yi. However, due to some unavoidable reasons, he had to be executed by Zhou Yi.

If such a smart person is properly trained, he could become the next Lao Xie.

"Keep an eye on this woman."

"I want to know where she often goes."

Hong Zhiyou took a photo out of his pocket.

The woman in the photo is a beautiful and sexy woman in a cheongsam; she is Liu Yawen, the daughter of Director Liu.

"Yes, Section Chief." Ren Changchun readily accepted the order.

"Take a taxi back."

Hong Zhiyou handed over two banknotes with Confucius's portrait printed on them.

"Section Chief, this is enough to buy a tiled house in the suburbs." Ren Changchun swallowed hard as he looked at the huge sum of money.

"Keep it."

Hong Zhi waved his hand, got into the car, and sped away.

back home.

Sun Yuejian is cleaning.

She drew thick, straight eyebrows and expanded her eyeshadow; sure enough, she looked like a completely different person, appearing more heroic.

"Nice painting."

Hong Zhi greeted them and went upstairs with light steps.

Turn on the desk lamp.

He took out paper and pen and started writing and drawing on the paper.

In this day and age, the methods of the Kong and Song families are undoubtedly the best for making money.

In short, it can be summarized in one sentence.

Money is nothing; gold and US dollars are king.

Let's leave aside the US dollars for now.

Hong Zhi felt that the best course of action was to stockpile gold while prices in Manchukuo hadn't collapsed yet.

They only accept gold, US dollars, and antiques for all transactions.

We will never accept a single banknote from the puppet state of Manchukuo.

Hong Zhi already had a rough idea of what the goods were for.

Those were the hundreds of thousands of anti-Japanese guerrilla fighters in Northeast China.

The Anti-Japanese Allied Army was short of medicine and food.

However, they occupy most of the mountains in Northeast China. If they can control a few large mines, or even if they don't have any mines, they can acquire all the rare treasures in the mountains of Northeast China, such as ginseng, deer antlers, bear paws, mink fur, or timber.

They could exchange medicine and military supplies through Zhang Guaizi's points, and then smuggle them into the pass at several times the original price.

This way, they could both support the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces and make a fortune.

Not only that.

In this way, two people are inevitably involved.

The first priority is to pass the level.

The recipient of the customs clearance can use Ding Mocun's name.

However, in the area from Harbin to Shanhaiguan, there must be someone in charge to make the final decisions.

Liu Zhenwen has this ability.

Hong Zhi was all too familiar with dealing with money-grubbing people; at worst, he could just feed him until he became the next Lao Wu.

Therefore, it is necessary to take down Liu Zhenwen's daughter, Liu Yawen.

The second person is Zhou Yi.

To conduct such a large-scale transaction with the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army, an intermediary contact was necessary.

Ideally, I would like to meet General Yang Jingyu.