My girlfriend is from 1949

Chapter 110 Emptying the family fortune, this is the last time (3rd update, please vote)

Director Zheng made this decision after much deliberation.

Almost all of the supplies were sent to the front lines and Beiping.

Only a very small amount was left for emergency use.

Naturally, a little bit of a miracle drug like penicillin should be reserved.

If a comrade is injured, it can also save their life.

They also kept some drones and walkie-talkies.

After all, Shanghai would be liberated in two months, and at that time, it would be necessary to control the situation amidst the chaos.

Organizing factory protection teams and other tasks requires understanding changes in the situation and providing timely support.

What could be better for gaining a comprehensive understanding of the situation than a drone, which provides a bird's-eye view from high above?

Wherever there is a riot, they can immediately use walkie-talkies to notify support.

The walkie-talkies were all old models from thirty years ago, and didn't have much technological content.

The drones are stored in a warehouse and carefully protected, with someone guarding them at all times.

If an enemy attacks, the guards will immediately set fire to burn all of these items.

While these advanced items should be protected as much as possible, their greatest value lies in using them in the right places.

As long as we are careful and cautious and don't act rashly, it can still be kept under control.

The following day, in the Operations Team's office at the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics building.

Xiong Baitao was changing his clothes, and a white shirt he had just taken off was draped over the chair next to him.

However, the cuff was stained with a splash of blood.

This is from blood splattered on my sleeve just now in the interrogation room by an underground party member who was being tortured.

Xiong Baitao stood by the window, straightening his collar, a happy smile on his face.

He's been in a state of high excitement these past two days.

Thanks to the information provided by Lao Tan, a lot of underground party members have been arrested in the past two days.

Even some pro-democracy activists were arrested and imprisoned by the Secret Service because of their connections.

The successive interrogations yielded many useful clues for him.

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The number of underground party members arrested was enough for him to gain face in front of his superiors.

If I pull some strings then, I might be able to get the position of deputy stationmaster.

Or, transfer him to the south!

Therefore, Xiong Baitao used almost all of his savings from these years to seize this opportunity.

Not only did they send lavish gifts to those in Nanjing who wanted to curry favor with them.

They also spent a lot of money to secretly detain and transfer the underground party leaders who had already betrayed the party to Shanghai.

With the help of this traitor, we can achieve great merit!

With merit and some backroom deals, there will be hope for either a promotion or a transfer.

Xiong Baitao has no background, and this operation is a gamble.

He gambled away his entire fortune.

However, judging from the current situation, the gains have been enormous and the effects have been remarkable.

In addition to arresting dozens of underground party members and democrats, a transportation station was also dismantled.

Even the stationmaster praised his achievement and said he would recommend him for the position of deputy stationmaster.

Therefore, Xiong Baitao interrogated prisoners at headquarters and personally led a team to arrest people after obtaining clues.

The task of guarding the traitor was entrusted to a few trusted confidants.

They weren't placed inside, but rather in a different location outside.

The concern is that there might be underground Communist Party members hiding within the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics!

In fact, everyone knows that there are underground Communist Party members, and there is probably more than one.

Unfortunately, there is no evidence, and we don't know who it is, so we can only worry helplessly.

After all, one cannot use torture to interrogate others without concrete evidence.

Otherwise, if this were done, the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics would collapse without the Party's intelligence agency even needing to intervene.

Therefore, it is actually safer to arrange it outside.

Liu San'er was responsible for delivering meals every day and reporting on the situation.

At the resettlement location, there were also five trusted men with submachine guns providing protection.

It's to avoid being eliminated by the anti-traitor squad!

Xiong Baitao raised his head to adjust his collar buttons and saw a black sedan drive in through the window.

Liu San'er, a trusted confidant, got out of the car carrying a box and quickly ran into the building.

Knock knock knock. Soon, there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in."

Liu San'er bent over and squeezed through the crack in the opened door.

In his right hand, he was also carrying a food delivery box, which could easily hold six dishes and a soup.

He pulled out a slip of paper, smiled, and stepped forward to report, "Brother, this is something that guy asked me to pass on to you."

Xiong Baitao raised an eyebrow and hurriedly took the note.

There was a line of small print on it, a message from the underground Communist Party.

His face immediately lit up with joy.

But after reading it, I frowned.

Because the message on the note was only half complete.

The only information available about this underground party member is that he is a government employee, but no further details about his name or characteristics.

Even if we know where they are, there's no way to catch them.

Liu San'er hurriedly whispered, "Brother, that old man also asked me to pass on a message, asking if you're worth five small yellow croakers?"

The voice was very careful and cautious.

He noticed that the captain's expression was very unpleasant after reading the note.

Even a fool could guess that this is going to be another round of haggling.

Previously, every time a tip was provided, at least one small yellow croaker was required to capture an underground party member.

This time the target is someone who has infiltrated an important department, so the price is higher.

Although Lao Tan betrayed the regime, he never intended to completely surrender to the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

Because he knew that betraying so many comrades, which led to his arrest and sacrifice, would not let him go by the anti-traitor squad.

Even if you join the secret service, you can still be killed by the anti-traitor squad at any time.

The best solution is to leave.

So he made a deal with the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics: if he helped them capture underground party members, they would give him a sum of money and send him to Hong Kong.

If we hide our identities, we can evade the assassination squad.

I can buy a few more houses, live a peaceful life as a recluse, and enjoy life to the fullest.

However, you need money to leave.

Otherwise, if they went to Hong Kong, they wouldn't even have money for food and would end up homeless.

So when Xiong Baitao approached him through connections to collaborate, he immediately and readily agreed.

However, in return, sufficient compensation must be paid.

Although the bureau provides reimbursement for buying and selling intelligence at public expense, it is not easy to get approval if the amount is too large.

The money paid for arresting people these days, apart from a portion being public funds, was all personally subsidized by Xiong Baitao.

He spent a full 16 small yellow croakers, almost emptying his savings.

Now they want five more, no wonder he looked so gloomy.

He couldn't help but spit: "That insatiable old bastard, isn't he afraid of stuffing himself to death!"

Despite the criticism, there's no reason not to take advantage of intelligence delivered to one's lips.

This operation has nearly depleted all my savings from the past few years.

However, as long as you can get promoted or transferred to the south, you can earn back double the money.

Xiong Baitao took two small yellow croakers out of the drawer and placed them on the table with a dull thud.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Tell him to give him the remaining three after we catch him!"

"Yes." Liu San'er hurriedly stuffed the small yellow croaker into his pocket and turned to leave.

A voice came from behind, urging, "He can have whatever he wants to eat, but what happened last night—hiring a prostitute—cannot happen again!"

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