Spy wars start with lurking Secretary Hong

Chapter 484 The Lady Learns the Qin
"By the way, Ichiro, has Hongzhi handed over the gold mine? Father called tonight and specifically asked about it." Jia Huizi was very concerned about this.

Ma Wendong shook his head: "It's not that simple."

"But it will be soon. I have already had the newly appointed battalion commander of the Third Battalion cooperate with the special forces to attack the mountain. Once we capture Xu Yunying, he will naturally hand her over obediently."

Jia Huizi picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and put it in his bowl, gently advising, "Ichiro, I think we should postpone the matter of catching the bandits."

"Many men have been driven to madness and bloodshed for the sake of a beautiful woman. Hong Zhi has become quite influential in Harbin. Unless absolutely necessary, it's best not to threaten him with women."

"I'll meet with him tomorrow and urge him to hand over the mining license once you've dealt with that red ticket and quelled the germ warfare issue."

"Then you can invite him and Lao Qiu to a meal, have a drink and let bygones be bygones, and that will solve the problem, right?"

Ma Wendong smiled and said, "Your Majesty is wise. That is exactly what I meant. I beg you."

As he spoke, his expression softened.

"Recently, my father has been urging me about the children again."

"Time flies like an arrow. If we keep putting it off, we'll be approaching forty, and it will be even harder to have children then. We don't have much time left."

Jia Huizi lowered her eyes, her voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of expectation: "I'm trying. I've been taking Chinese medicine recently, and I heard it's quite effective and can help you have a son."

“Great!” Ma Wendong’s eyes lit up, and he chuckled dryly, “Perfect, let me test its effectiveness.”

He swept Jia Huizi up in his arms and carried her quickly into the inner room.

Kimono is convenient.

only……

Before Jia Huizi's clothes were completely removed, Ma Wendong groaned softly on top of her, then lay still, whispering in her ear, "I'm sorry..."

Jia Huizi hugged his strong back, her eyes filled with disdain and pain, but her voice was still gentle, comforting him: "It's okay, it's already very good, I'm very content and satisfied."

"After all, this is just one of the most insignificant things in life, isn't it?"

Ma Wendong buried his face in her arms and said in a low, painful voice, "Thank you, Madam... for understanding. I... I will continue to work hard."

The night is getting darker.

Looking at Ma Wendong snoring loudly on the bed beside her, Jia Huizi's eyes welled up with tears, and a thought inexplicably arose in her mind, like weeds growing in her heart.

Recently, some gossip has been circulating among the wealthy women of Harbin.

Hong Zhiyou was not only a talented man and rich, but also very skilled in bed, with countless romantic affairs.

For example, Lady Huizi was completely infatuated with him and wanted to sleep with him every night.

It is said that he is the dream lover of many women in Harbin, and some are even willing to spend a fortune just to have a night with him.

I'm going to see him tomorrow.

And yet, he needed something from me.

Maybe……

Thinking of this, Jia Huizi's heart, which had been dormant for many years, seemed to return to her wild and unrestrained teenage years in Tokyo, and she couldn't help but feel hot and passionate.

She quietly got out of bed and went barefoot into the side room.

……

Early in the morning, Zhou Yi leisurely ate his breakfast.

Gu Qiuyan, her hand resting on her increasingly protruding belly, sat beside him and quietly served him porridge.

Zhou Yi said, "You're pregnant, so you don't need to get up so early anymore. Getting enough sleep is good for your pregnancy."

Gu Qiuyan smiled and said, "You finally know how to care about people. You've been here so long, and I haven't heard you say anything nice. Is there some good news?"

Zhou Yi smiled but didn't say anything.

Gu Qiuyan asked him softly, "How are the comrades on the mountain? Tell me about them."

Zhou Yi said, "Rescue efforts are underway, and there might be some hope."

Gu Qiuyan sighed softly, a hint of disappointment in her eyes: "You know, I've been here all day, eating nothing but white rice, and haven't done anything productive."

"I used to be able to get some information, but now I'm so pregnant I can't even leave the house. I'm completely useless."

Zhou Yi looked at her: "Everyone has different responsibilities and missions. Your intelligence on the Stalin matter was very timely."

"Besides, you're the only telegraph operator in the entire Harbin underground organization. If you're useless..."

"Then everyone in this world is useless."

"It's a pity the radio station is lost." Gu Qiuyan pouted, sounding even more disappointed.

"Don't worry," Zhou Yi reassured him. "I'm having someone procure these things. They used to be hard to get, but now it's much easier. You'll be able to start working soon."

Gu Qiuyan laughed: "Actually, if you don't want to be a policeman, you could definitely be a political commissar in the mountains."

Zhou Yi said, "I'm not a talkative person, I can't do this job."

He wiped his mouth and stood up.

Gu Qiuyan brought him a coat and draped it over his shoulders, then handed him a hat, reminding him, "Be careful."

Zhou Yi nodded, and before leaving, he turned back and instructed: "At home, keep an eye on the phone, and when you have nothing to do, observe the nearby streets."

“If Lao Fu reveals something, and Lao Wei has met with him, we are very likely to be implicated.”

"You need to be prepared to leave at any time, and call me immediately if anything happens."

"I know," Gu Qiuyan replied.

She left a hand grenade at home, so that if something happened and she couldn't escape, she would immediately commit suicide rather than give herself the chance to fall into the hands of the Japanese.

……

Zhou Yi drove his car to the Special City Park, which was not far from Lao Wei's residence.

He discreetly placed intelligence under a bench, revealing the information that required Lao Wei to coordinate the attack on the mountain.

As soon as I entered the office and opened my notebook, Lu Ming pushed open the door and walked in:
"Captain Zhou, do you know about Lao Qiu's matter?"

Without looking up, Zhou Yi asked, "What is it?"

Lu Ming leaned closer and lowered his voice, saying, "I heard that Lao Qiu caught a big fish, and fearing that Chen Jingyu would take credit for it, he secretly moved the man away from the Security Bureau last night in the middle of the night."

"You know, Old Qiu, now that he's hooked up with Director Ma, he's really making a name for himself."

"Even someone as capable as Chen Jingyu was completely under his control."

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Then you'd better get closer to him."

Lu Ming chuckled twice, then changed the subject and tentatively asked, "Captain Zhou, I heard that Lao Qiu came here this time specifically for Section Chief Hong."

"Do you think Section Chief Hong and Section Chief Gao can hold out?"

“Ma Wendong’s background is much stronger than Shibuya Saburo’s, especially with the support of Commander Ueda Kenkichi. Chief of Staff Isogai Rensuke is a notorious coward. I doubt he can protect Section Chief Hong.”

He knew that Hong Zhi had a close personal relationship with Zhou Yi and that they must have discussed these matters.

Zhou Yi put down the documents in his hand, looked up at him, and smiled faintly:
"Who knows? You'll have to ask Section Chief Hong or ask Isogai Rensuke at the General Staff Headquarters."

"Hey, no way, you're busy." Lu Ming, feeling awkward, left on his own.

Zhou Yi stared coldly at his back.

A weather vane, it bends at the slightest breeze!

A moment later, he got up and went to Hong Zhiyou's office.

Hong Zhi threw darts at the frisbee on the wall, but his aim was terrible; he didn't hit the bullseye at all, and most of them went outside the frisbee.

Ren Changchun happily picked up the darts.

"Your aim isn't very good," Zhou Yi said.

"Want to throw a couple?" Hong Zhi handed him two darts.

Zhou Yi waved his hand, "I'll pass. I'm weak, and my hands shake badly if I hold anything."

"I met a fortune teller a few days ago who said I only have a few years left to live."

"Pah, pah, pah!" Ren Changchun quickly spat a few times.

"Captain Zhou, may you live to be a hundred years old," he said hastily.

"Thank you." Zhou Yi smiled.

"Changchun, go out and buy me a pack of cigarettes," Hong Zhiyou instructed.

Ren Changchun understood, quickly left, and closed the door behind him.

Zhou Yi was very worried. He walked to the door, opened it, looked outside twice, and then drank some more water. Only then did he say in a deep voice, "Fu Jun was moved away by Lao Qiu in the middle of the night."

Hong Zhi nodded: "Yes, I knew last night."

“I’ve had someone secretly watching Lao Qiu and his wife. Let me put it this way, I know exactly how many men his wife cheated on last night.”

Zhou Yi's heart tightened, and he asked, "Will Old Fu be in danger?"

"There will definitely be some physical pain, but you won't die." Hong Zhi put away the darts and threw them into the pen holder.

Zhou Yi said, "We must get Lao Fu back as soon as possible."

"Tomorrow then." Hong Zhi lit a cigarette and took a puff. "I'll go see Jia Huizi again today. If all goes well, Ma Wendong should have me get rid of Lao Qiu tomorrow."

"After all, Harbin is now under Lao Ma's control, so we still need to give him a heads-up about this."

He shrugged and said self-deprecatingly, "Don't forget, I'm currently in a precarious situation, barely able to save myself."

Zhou Yi laughed: "No, you clay bodhisattva have great supernatural powers." He continued: "I have already sent someone to inform the mountain that there will be an attack soon."

"Also, can you set up a radio station for me?"

"Your sister-in-law's radio station was destroyed last time, and the Japanese are keeping a tight rein on it, so they haven't been able to get one from any of the transportation stations."

"rely on you."

As he spoke, he took out several gold bars from his pocket and placed them on the table.

Hong Zhi glanced at it and laughed, "Your family is really wealthy, but if you keep spending like this, you'll squander it all sooner or later."

Zhou Yi laughed and said, "No, this is the organization's funds. How could I possibly cover such a large amount?"

Hong Zhiyou gladly accepted the gold bars: "Okay, I'll secretly get some spare parts from the village and find someone to assemble one for you."

“Now that Ma Wendong is in charge, the risk of taking over the whole station is too great, so we can only take this unorthodox approach.”

Zhou Yi nodded and said, "Understood. As long as it works, I trust you to handle things."

After chatting for a while, Hong Zhi noticed that Zhou Yi was still slumped on the sofa, showing no sign of leaving, and couldn't help but ask, "What, are you so free today?"

Zhou Yi's eyes were closed, and his voice carried a rare hint of relaxation: "To be honest, I only feel at ease when I'm with you, and I can close my eyes and doze off for a while."

Hong Zhi smiled and joked, "Sure, if you don't mind, you can just bring your wife and move into my house."

Zhou Yi kept his eyes closed, enjoying the moment of peace, and said, "Who in Harbin doesn't know that you, Section Chief Hong, are having an affair with Qiu Yan? If I bring her to your house, what will become of us?"

"Then why do you keep coming here every day? Lu Ming and the others must be laughing their heads off behind your back," Hong Zhi said.

Old Zhou wasn't as easygoing and funny as Yu Zecheng, but he could always come up with a dry joke from time to time, with a unique flavor to it.

"Let him laugh, it doesn't matter," Zhou Yi said.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, sat up straight on the sofa, and asked, "By the way, do you have any new songs?"

Hong Zhiyou shrugged, looking completely matter-of-fact: "Do you think I have a lot of free time?"

Zhou Yi said, "Your sister-in-law said that the music you wrote is very uplifting and romantic, with a kind of out of step with this era. She wants to use it as prenatal music for her child."

"If you listen more, your child may not face such despair and suffering in the future."

Hong Zhiyou was amused by his words: "That's just petty-bourgeois whining, a gloomy state caused by severe myopia."

"This is also an era where heroes emerge and gold is everywhere. Look at me, don't I still live a carefree life?"

Zhou Yi laughed along: "With money, of course you can live a carefree life."

After exchanging a few words, he stood up and left on his own.

No sooner had Zhou Yi left than Hong Zhiyou’s office phone rang.

He picked up the receiver, and a woman's gentle yet deliberately lowered voice came through—it was Jia Huizi.

She asked him to meet her in the afternoon.

3pm.

Hong Zhi drove to Ma Wendong's official residence.

Jia Huizi was still wearing an exquisite kimono.

Unlike her previous dignified appearance, this time her kimono neckline was very low, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin, the breathtaking curve of which was in no way inferior to that of Lady Keiko.

Hong Zhiyou was used to seeing women, and with just one glance, he saw through what was hidden behind her eyes that were full of spring.

Adding to that the information he had gathered from Tokyo about Jia Huizi's past scandals, he immediately understood.

The virtuousness and dignity that Director Ma's wife displayed last time was nothing more than a mask for outsiders.

Deep down, she was still that fickle, restless woman.

As a seasoned traitor to Cao Cao, Hong Zhi was very shrewd.

He maintained a polite and respectful demeanor on the surface, speaking with courtesy and politeness, but his eyes, like an uncontrolled wild horse, brazenly glanced at the snow-white expanse of her chest.

Jia Huizi did not show any rejection, but her expression remained calm, as if she had not noticed anything.

Just then, the maid brought in a tea tray, and she deliberately raised her voice a few decibels as she said, "Mr. Hong, the reason I invited you here today is to discuss the gold mine."

Hong Zhi understood perfectly.

These words were spoken to the servants; if the servants heard them, it was as if Ma Wendong had heard them.

He continued, speaking with a sincere expression, "To be honest, Madam, I have long intended to offer the gold mine to you with both hands as a sign of my respect for Director Ma."

"But right now, I've encountered a tremendous problem. If I hand over the gold mine, I'm afraid I'll have no way to survive."

Jia Huizi asked knowingly, "Oh? What is it?"

Hong Zhiyou wore a helpless expression of being wronged: "That old Qiu brought back a hunter from Laotuo Mountain. It is said that he tortured him severely and tried to force a confession, saying that Dr. Ishii and Mr. Shibuya's previous plan was problematic, and he insisted that I was the one who leaked the secret."

He spread his hands, his tone full of absurdity and incomprehension: "Madam, think about it, back then, it was Deputy Chief of Staff Yano Otosaburo of the General Staff Headquarters who personally took charge of the operation, and the results were remarkable. The military even issued a special commendation for it."

"I really can't understand what kind of evil intentions Lao Qiu is up to by doing this."

"Is he trying to harm me? Or is he trying to slander Dr. Ishii's epidemic prevention and water supply unit in Pingfang?"

"Or perhaps, he wants to use Director Ma as a tool to provoke conflict between the South Manchuria Railway and the Kwantung Army?"

"It's hard to say."

Jia Huizi's fingers tightened slightly as she held the teacup.

If Hong Zhiyou hadn't brought it up, she really wouldn't have thought about it that deeply.

His words sent a chill down my spine, and goosebumps rose on my skin.

She tried her best to remain calm and asked, "Qiu Daqiang...would he have such malicious intentions?"

Hong Zhi picked up his teacup and said calmly, "Don't forget, he stayed on the mountain for three years."

"Whether Old Qiu's heart is red or black, only he himself probably knows."

Jia Huizi forced a calm smile and said, "Ichiro knows what he's doing. Everything is under his control. Qiu Daqiang can't pull any tricks."

"Control?" Hong Zhi shook his head, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice. "I'm afraid not."

"I have an informant who is very familiar with Lao Qiu's wife Li Hong's lover."

"According to him, in order to frame me in one fell swoop, Lao Qiu planned to bypass Director Ma and secretly report the matter to Shiro Ishii."

“Madam,” Hong Zhiyou’s gaze sharpened, “you should know better than I do that Dr. Ishii is an extremely arrogant, even stubborn, idiot.”

"Regardless of whether what happened on the mountain is true or false, given his temperament, he will definitely be furious. He will think that Director Ma is deliberately slandering him and suppressing him behind his back."

"If things escalate, Commander Ueda and your father, President Ōmura, will likely face a difficult situation."

"As you know, Ishii is now highly regarded by those high-ranking military officials."

"If it really comes to the point where the military has to choose between the two, do you think your husband's position is more important, or Ishii's irreplaceable biological weapon?"
"If this fire starts, it may not only burn down your husband's future, but it may even implicate your entire village and clan."

"I think you know better than I how intense the factional infighting is within the South Manchuria Railway, the Kwantung Army, and the Army Ministry."

Seeing Jia Huizi's face gradually turn pale, he changed the subject and softened his tone.

"Actually, Director Ma and I are both businessmen in essence."

"Businessmen are profit-driven. Director Ma is new here, and Lao Qiu, a local strongman, might be easy to use. But the harm he brings will probably far outweigh the benefits."

“Madam, you don’t want to just stand by and watch Director Ma be used by such a despicable person and end up getting burned, do you?”

As he spoke, he leaned closer, his warm breath almost brushing against Jia Huizi's face, his tone carrying a hint of gentleness and ambiguity.

A blush instantly spread across Jia Huizi's cheeks, and her heart raced uncontrollably.

She met Hong Zhiyou's burning gaze and whispered, "I will pass on Hong-san's words to Ichiro."

She hastily looked away, as if searching for a safe excuse: "I...I've recently started learning to play the piano. Mr. Hong is a renowned expert in this field. I wonder if he could...teach me a thing or two?"

Hong Zhi understood.

He followed Jia Huizi into the music room inside the room.

Jia Huizi sat in front of the piano, her heart in turmoil. Her already mediocre piano playing became even more flawed and out of tune.

Hong Zhi walked slowly behind her, bent down, and gently placed his hand on her cool, slender, pale hands.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Madam, does Director Ma allow you to play the piano?"

This is a code word; it means they are asking for directions.

Jia Huizi trembled, then turned her head. Her face was no longer flustered; instead, it was filled with a charming and alluring smile.

She answered in a low voice, "Of course he wouldn't allow it. Otherwise, why would I play the piano?"

Hong Zhiyou finally understood.

"Don't worry, Madam, I will definitely teach you how to play the zither properly today."

Without further hesitation, he boldly turned her soft body around and kissed her deeply on her slightly parted red lips.

Over the next three hours.

Sometimes the music was chaotic, sometimes it was a lively melody like a clear spring, which masked the spring atmosphere in the room.

One teaches well, and the other learns well.

It is very vivid.

……

(End of this chapter)