Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

Chen Bing didn't understand what Zhang Huaimin was trying to do.

But he knew that whatever this little tyrant decided, even if it caused a huge upheaval, the one who would ultimately suffer would be someone else.

"Huaimin, since you're planning to set this up, you can't keep it from Director Zhou."

Chen Bing pointed to the ten thousand US dollars and the bugging device on the table.

"Such a large sum of foreign exchange, along with the tools used by enemy agents, must be registered with the public security authorities."

Zhang Huaimin nodded. "Of course. Brother Chen, go and call Grandpa Zhou and ask him to bring a few people over quietly, without alerting the people in the compound."

Chen Bing responded and quickly went out to the public phone booth at the entrance of the alley.

Silly Zhu sat in the chair, staring longingly at the ten thousand US dollars, his heart pounding like a cat's claws.

"Brother Huaimin, what about... what about this money?"

Sha Zhu rubbed his hands together and asked tentatively, "We really aren't splitting it? This is ten thousand US dollars! It's worth tens of thousands of yuan on the black market!"

Zhang Huaimin peeled a White Rabbit milk candy and walked up to Sha Zhu.

"Brother Zhu, money is a good thing, but some money is too hot to handle."

He stuffed the milk candy into Sha Zhu's mouth, smiling innocently.

"Think about it, if you keep this money for yourself, and it gets out later, that would be called 'accepting bribes from enemy agents,' and you'd be shot."

When Sha Zhu heard the words "get shot," he trembled all over and almost swallowed the candy in his mouth.

"Oh dear! That won't do! I want to live a few more years, get married, and have a warm bed!"

Sha Zhu waved his hands repeatedly, a layer of cold sweat breaking out on his back.

"That's right."

Zhang Huaimin patted Sha Zhu's broad shoulder.

"So, we have to hand over this money. Not only do we have to hand it over, but we have to do it with great fanfare."

He blinked his big eyes, a sly glint in them.

"You need to let everyone in the factory, including the top leaders, know about this."

"You, He Yuzhu, are a good proletarian fighter who, in the face of the sugar-coated bullets of capitalism, remained steadfast and unyielding, even sacrificing family for the greater good!"

Sha Zhu was flattered by Zhang Huaimin's high praise.

Suddenly, I felt my back straighten up, and the blood in my chest began to boil.

"Okay! I'll do as you say!"

Sha Zhu slapped his thigh, exuding heroic spirit.

"Let's be good comrades! I don't even want to touch this lousy green bill!"

Less than half an hour.

Zhou Jianguo, accompanied by two trusted police officers, dressed in plainclothes, hurriedly slipped into the east wing through the back door.

Upon entering the house.

Zhou Jianguo's gaze was instantly drawn to the thick wad of US dollars on the octagonal table and the black miniature listening device.

"This...this is..."

Zhou Jianguo gasped.

He strode forward, picked up the bugging device, examined it carefully, and his expression became extremely serious.

"The American-made M-3 bugging device—that's a high-end product!"

"The only people capable of obtaining this and bribing people right under our noses are definitely a high-level spy network that has been lying in wait for a long time!"

Zhou Jianguo took a deep breath and turned to look at Sha Zhu, who was standing to the side with a smug look on his face.

"Comrade He Yuzhu! You've made an incredibly significant contribution this time!"

Zhou Jianguo walked over and patted Sha Zhu heavily on the shoulder, his eyes full of admiration.

"Faced with the temptation of a sky-high price of ten thousand US dollars, you not only didn't take it, but you also didn't get tempted."

"Instead, they turned the tables, kept the enemy agents calm, and provided us with such a crucial clue!"

Zhou Jianguo spoke with great excitement, for he knew all too well the destructive power of ten thousand US dollars in the 1960s.

Let alone a canteen cook, even some high-ranking officials might not be able to resist this temptation.

"Your sense of the bigger picture and your awareness are absolutely exemplary for us working class!"

"I'll go to the steel rolling mill myself tomorrow and apply to Director Yang and the factory committee!"

"You'll definitely receive the biggest model worker medal! You'll be publicly commended throughout the entire factory!"

Hearing about the "Model Worker Medal" and the "Factory-wide Commendation"...

Sha Zhu was so excited that he was trembling all over, and his face turned bright red.

He Yuzhu was called "Silly Zhu" since he was a child, and was treated like a fool in the courtyard.

When did you receive this level of recognition and praise?

This is a momentous event that will bring glory to our ancestors!

"Director Zhou, you flatter me. It's just what I should do!"

Sha Zhu puffed out his chest, and although he tried his best to restrain himself, he couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.

"Actually, this is all thanks to Brother Huaimin's guidance. He taught me what it means to have a clear sense of right and wrong!"

Sha Zhu didn't forget to share half the credit with Zhang Huaimin.

Zhang Huaimin watched with a smile.

He knew that after this incident...

Sha Zhu's position in the steel rolling mill will undergo a dramatic change.

They had the "model worker who resisted being bribed by enemy agents" as a get-out-of-jail-free card.

From now on, in the factory, not only would a scoundrel like Xu Damao not dare to touch him easily, but even the newly appointed deputy factory director would not dare to touch him.

This steadfast ally has been thoroughly cultivated by him.

"Grandpa Zhou."

Zhang Huaimin walked to the table, stretched out his small hand, and pushed the ten thousand US dollars in front of Zhou Jianguo.

"Consider this money as research funding submitted by our confidential laboratory. Please use an official account."

"As for this black box..."

Zhang Huaimin picked up the miniature listening device, weighed it in his hand, and his eyes became incredibly deep.

"Just stay with me."

Zhou Jianguo was taken aback and looked at him with some concern.

"Huaimin, it's too dangerous for you to keep this. What if they overhear some top secret..."

"Don't worry, Grandpa Zhou."

Zhang Huaimin interrupted Zhou Jianguo, a confident sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Since I dare to keep it, I definitely have a way to deal with them."

"I want them to know that my house isn't a place where just anyone can listen in."

"I'll tell them whatever they want to hear."

Hearing Zhang Huaimin's confident, even arrogant, words...

Zhou Jianguo and Chen Bing exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of expectation in each other's eyes.

They knew that this "five-year-old national treasure" was about to begin his amazing performance again.

"Alright! Then I'll leave this to you to handle!"

Zhou Jianguo did not insist any further and readily agreed.

"The security team and I will be on the perimeter cooperating with you. We'll be ready to close in whenever you need us!"

Late at night.

Zhou Jianguo left the courtyard house quietly with the US dollars.

Sha Zhu returned to his room, completely satisfied and feeling blissful. He'll probably be laughing in his dreams tonight.

In the east wing.

Only Zhang Huaimin and Chen Bing remained.

Zhang Huaimin sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed) and placed the black miniature listening device on the small table in front of him.

"system."

Zhang Huaimin gave the instructions in his mind.

"Extract and integrate the characteristics of 'signal reverse localization and electrical pulse generator'!"

[Ding! Extracting... Fusion successful!]

[Target locked: US-made M-3 miniature listening device. Implantation in progress!]

A faint red light flashed from Zhang Huaimin's fingertip and instantly disappeared into the black box.

From the outside, the bugging device looks exactly the same.

But its internal core code and signal transmission frequency.

It has been completely rewritten and controlled by Zhang Huaimin at the micro level!

"Now, the stage is set up."

Zhang Huaimin stared at the bugging device, a cold glint in his eyes.

"The actors should get into position now."

Big Year.

late at night.

A cold wind howled.

Near Wangfujing in Beijing, there is a luxurious hotel catering to foreign guests.

In a presidential suite on the top floor.

The thick velvet curtains were drawn tightly shut, and the main lights in the room were off, with only a table lamp emitting a faint glow.

Paul Smith was wearing an expensive silk robe.

He sat on a large leather sofa, holding a glass of whiskey with ice in his hand.

In front of him was a large, military-grade radio receiver terminal with various indicator lights flashing.

Paul was wearing a professional-looking monitoring headset.

His face was filled with impatience and extreme greed.

"That stupid Chinese cook should have put the food in by now, right?"

Paul glanced at his watch; it was past midnight.

He gently turned the knob on the receiver terminal.

They began searching extremely carefully for that faint eavesdropping signal on a specific frequency.