Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

"What do you think its surname is?" Ding Mocun stared at him coldly and asked expressionlessly.

"I am unaware."

Wang Xuesen shook his head, then shrugged slightly: "But I hope it has the surname... Ding."

"To be honest, as the director, I am constantly hampered by others, as you have seen." Ding Mocun put down his crossed legs, stood up, and paced back and forth for a few steps.

Immediately, a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "As an outsider, what insightful opinion do you have?"

"Xuesen dares to speak frankly, the director currently has two drawbacks."

"First, we lack money."

"Secondly, there is a shortage of personnel."

"The money and guns are easy to handle; I can help the director to plan them gradually."

"You're short-staffed right now."

"We lack truly capable people, not those who just argue with Li Shiqun all day and have no execution ability!"

Wang Xuesen delivered a passionate speech.

He wasn't volunteering himself, but rather secretly paving the way for Wang Tianmu's arrival.

There are some things he can only hint at.

If Ding Mocun really learns to "treat scholars with respect," he is, after all, a senior figure. If Wang Tianmu were to actually join him, what chance would he have?

Wang Xuesen's goal was simple: to both get Wang Tianmu to work for him and to get Ding Mocun to step forward and fight for him, so as to avoid being targeted by Li Shiqun.

"I understand your suggestion."

"Xuesen, no matter what, money is the most important thing."

"I've already spoken with the people at the Mei Agency. If we're lucky, Kagesa Yoshiaki might meet with us soon."

"You need to hurry up with things at the Chamber of Commerce."

Avoiding the troublesome personnel issues, Ding Mocun brought up money with a beaming smile.

"Don't worry, Director." Wang Xuesen nodded.

"You should pay more attention to things like Fang Changshun's. We're all compatriots, so help him if you can. Consider it a good deed, don't you think?" Ding Mocun sat down again, winking and saying slyly.

"Yes, yes."

"The director is kind and benevolent; Xuesen admires him greatly."

"Don't worry, since the director has the heart to save all living beings, Xuesen doesn't mind being a benevolent benefactor."

Wang Xuesen showered her with honeyed praise.

"Of course, of course."

"By the way, this is a list that the General Affairs Department just sent over. Go to the accounting office and report the expenses." Ding Mocun opened the coffee table drawer, took out a form, and handed it over.

"This two thousand yuan in funding has no specific purpose."

"Ye Jiqing can't approve it, can he?"

Wang Xuesen took a look and frowned.

Ding Mocun also wrote about the eight-man guard.

This guy is incredibly stingy.

With a salary of 30,000 yuan and an eight-man guard, the total monthly salary is less than 200 yuan. Can't they afford to pay out of their own pockets?

They had to watch the expressions on Li Shiqun and his wife's faces.

You're all about money and no shame, aren't you?

"Oh, this is Director Tang's activity fund, it's very important, you must find a way to get it approved."

"If Ye Jiqing asks, tell her to call Zhou Fohai to verify."

Dingmo Village Road.

"Will Secretary-General Zhou agree?" Wang Xuesen asked again.

"He will agree," Ding Mocun replied confidently.

"OK."

"I understand." Wang Xuesen stood up, preparing to take his leave.

"etc."

"Xuesen, we're all on the same side. I'll put in a good word with Director Tang. Don't take it to heart."

"Take this box of tea."

Ding Mocun picked up the freshly opened tea leaves and gave them to Wang Xuesen.

"Thank you, Director."

Wang Xuesen readily accepted and quickly left.

After he left, Ding Mocun returned to his desk, took out the heavy yellow croaker, and carefully wiped and played with it with a silk cloth.

Whoa!

I haven't touched this much money in a long time.

My wife had her eye on a garden villa on Yuyuan Road a while ago, and here it is!

Wang Xuesen, what a fine young man!

Clang!

Just as she was enjoying herself, Mao Ziming pushed open the door and walked in.

Ding Mocun was startled and quickly put the gold bars into the drawer, angrily scolding, "Secretary Mao, why didn't you knock before entering? What kind of manners are you?"

Mao Ziming was dumbfounded.

I am your trusted confidant, someone who would risk my life for you.

This is how I introduced myself from day one, and now you're talking to me about manners?

More importantly, Mao Ziming noticed that Ding Mocun was acting suspiciously, as if he was hiding something.

Is Director Ding avoiding me?

He had never done this before; even when working with Shen Yue, he never minded reporting from the sidelines.

It must be Wang Xuesen!

Damn it!

"Chief, we just received news that Zhang Laosan has died in the police station."

"Suicide by poisoning."

Mao Ziming concealed the anger in his eyes and reported respectfully.

"What do I care if he dies?" Ding Mocun didn't want outsiders to know that he had accepted money.

"I... I heard that Yu Aizhen and Ji Yunqing went to the police station this morning. I think Zhang Laosan's death was a bit suspicious. Did they have some dirt on Li and were silenced?"

"Should we send someone to investigate? Maybe we can..."

Mao Ziming explained.

"What are you spying for!"

"All he does all day is inquire about trivial matters."

"Tell me, how did Director Tang's talk with Principal Tang from Mingguang Middle School go?"

Ding Mocun glared at him and changed the subject.

"The man surnamed Tang is very stubborn and has always refused to cooperate in promoting pro-Japanese and anti-Chiang Kai-shek policies," Mao Ziming replied.

"Then what are we waiting for? Arrest them!" Ding Mocun said coldly.

"That's what I suggested too, but Director Tang wouldn't allow it."

He said Tang Zengyang thought the money wasn't enough.

"They've already asked for two thousand yuan, and you still think that's too little?"

"Back then, Qian Xinmin, the district chief of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Nanjing district, only had three thousand yuan. Does a lousy school principal really need so much money?"

"I think Old Tang is trying to pocket the money himself..."

Mao Ziming curled his lip, secretly fanning the flames.

"Alright, stop saying things that are detrimental to unity."

Ding Mocun interrupted him, giving a stern order: "Tell him that if we can't reach an agreement in seven days, I'll arrest him directly."

"Yes, Director," Mao Ziming replied.

"But the funding..." he asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry about the funding; let Xuesen handle it."

"Is there anything else?"

"Go outside if you have nothing else to do."

Ding Mocun waved his hand impatiently to drive them away.

He's really annoyed right now; none of his subordinates are any good.

Tang Huimin doesn't make much money, but he loves to flaunt his seniority, has a bad temper, and is incredibly slow and inefficient when it comes to getting things done.

The key was that a single sentence from Wang Xuesen enlightened him.

Like Li Shiqun, Tang Huimin was once a disciple of Ji Yunqing, a bigwig in the Green Gang.

The two are fellow disciples and co-founders of No. 76.

Although they've sided with me now in the power struggle with Li Shiqun, who knows if they'll secretly turn against me later?

Also, you have to consider the owner before beating a dog.

Tang Huimin dared to smash up Zijun's office, which clearly shows that he doesn't respect him.

Damn it!

Once the seed of doubt is planted, it will quickly sprout and blossom.

Ding Mocun became increasingly uneasy.

And then there's Mao Ziming, who is loyal, but all he does is stubbornly shout for battle and head-on clashes with Li Shiqun.

He was asked to raise some money, but every time he went to get funding approved, the people in the accounting office rejected him.

Neither of those two idiots is reliable.

On the contrary... Ding Mocun looked at the gold bars in the drawer, his eyes filled with greed and a hint of anticipation.