Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

The next morning.

Wang Xuesen got up from the rattan chair and tiptoed to the bedside. Wanjia was curled up like a well-behaved cat, her long hair covering her snow-white neck.

"Silly girl, do you still kick off the covers at such a young age?"

Wang Xuesen muttered something to himself and picked up a thin blanket to cover her.

After washing up.

He went straight downstairs.

Click!

Hearing the door latch close gently, Wanjia opened her eyes and pulled out her right hand from the scissor ring hidden in the pillowcase.

She just woke up.

I thought Wang Xuesen would take advantage of me while I was asleep, but I didn't expect him to just cover me with a blanket.

"Phew!" she breathed a sigh of relief.

It was Wang Ershao who drugged them and acted despicably; they just looked alike.

Treating students like thieves is a bit too much.

"You're the silly girl."

"Idiot!"

Su Wanjia felt a warm glow in her heart, and couldn't help but laugh out loud while hugging her knees.

"Xiaomin, from now on, prepare Madam's breakfast only after she wakes up, let her sleep a little longer," Wang Xuesen's instructions came from downstairs.

"He's a nice person, isn't he? It wasn't for nothing that I argued with Lao Du last night..." Su Wanjia winked playfully, then jumped off the bed barefoot like a cat, pulled back the curtains, and let the golden sunlight embrace her.

Downstairs, Wang Xuesen, wearing a white shirt and carrying a briefcase, was about to get into his car.

Perhaps it's telepathy.

He subconsciously looked towards the balcony and mischievously blew a kiss to Su Wanjia.

"Hate!"

Su Wanjia pouted angrily at him and made a hammer gesture at him.

……

Wang Xuesen arrived at the office.

He casually pulled out English and French books from his bag, took out a notebook, and started taking notes in a very professional manner.

Wang Xuesen was fluent in English, French, and nine other foreign languages.

At present, the Japanese have not completely occupied the concession.

English and French can come in handy.

To avoid being exposed later, we need to start laying the groundwork now.

Fortunately, his rant to Wu Sibao yesterday had an effect; the intelligence department and the communications room finally stopped stuffing confidential documents into his office.

Wang Xuesen was able to enjoy some peace and quiet for a day.

Drinking tea, reading newspapers, magazines, and novels.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

Wang Xuesen, dressed in a suit, prepared to leave.

dong dong!

There was a knock at the door.

Lin Zhijiang, with a gloomy expression, stood at the door. "Brother, do you mind if I come in and sit for a while?"

"I couldn't have asked for this more; it would be an honor to have you here."

Wang Xuesen quickly got up to make tea.

Lin Zhijiang closed the door, sat down on the sofa, and sipped his tea without saying a word.

"Brother, you don't look too well," Wang Xuesen said, glancing at him for a few moments.

Lin Zhijiang had greasy hair, yellow pustules on his face, and "fresh" breath, clearly indicating he suffered from internal heat and insomnia.

"It's not going to work, I... never mind, I'm leaving." Lin Zhijiang got up and prepared to leave.

"Brother Lin, don't rush off, let me check your pulse." Wang Xuesen raised his hand and called out to him.

Wang Tianmu's matter is still waiting for this guy to take action.

How could he let a swan meat delivered to his door run away?

"You can also treat illnesses?" Lin Zhijiang asked curiously.

"I don't know anything about physical ailments, but I do know a bit about mental ones. If I'm not mistaken, you're having a rather serious mental illness right now, brother," Wang Xuesen said with a mysterious smile.

"Oh?"

"Tell me," Lin Zhijiang said, sitting back down.

You have three concerns.

"My first concern is that although you are physically in the 76th Division, your heart is still in the Military Intelligence Bureau. The family rules are like a sword hanging over your head," Wang Xuesen said.

"Brother, what you're saying could get someone killed," Lin Zhijiang said in a deep voice.

"Sorry, but as a doctor, I'll just say whatever comes to mind."

"Just listen; there's no need to confirm whether it's right or wrong."

"The second concern is that you are Director Ding's man, and Director Ding is currently in a downward spiral, while Director Li is slowly chipping away at his health."

"It's only a matter of time before this knife cuts off your head."

"Also, you're not from the CC Clique, nor the Mansion Clique, nor the Green Gang; neither side will consider you one of their own."

"You want to go back but have no way, you want to be a traitor but still have some conscience, and you have no one to rely on."

"Both ends are blocked."

"If I were you, I definitely wouldn't be able to sleep either."

Wang Xuesen looked into his bloodshot eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Brother, nothing can be hidden from you." Lin Zhijiang looked at him with newfound respect.

He felt so frustrated and depressed.

I want to talk to someone.

Looking across the entire No. 76 compound, there wasn't a single confidant among them.

For some inexplicable reason, he suddenly thought of Wang Xuesen.

"Brother, we're actually in the same boat."

"In this building, it's easy to get by in the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS), the Green Gang, and even the heartless ones. Only people like you and me, who have ties to the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (JBIS), are left with no one to rely on."

"It all started with the welcome banquet, and then Tang Huimin smashed up my office."

"Everyone's watching me."

"My situation isn't a hundred times worse than yours, is it?"

Wang Xuesen sighed and handed him a cigarette.

"Your brother's wife has a good relationship with Wu Sibao's family. I think Director Li values ​​you quite a bit, so you don't have to worry about having no way out, right?" Lin Zhijiang stared at him suspiciously.

"Dude, are you really clueless about politics or are you just insulting me?"

Why did I get beaten by Tang Huimin?

"Wasn't it just Li Shiqun deliberately having Tang Keming slip confidential documents into my possession and stir up trouble?"

"They're using me as a pawn. Do you think I'm stupid? Can't you see that?"

Wang Xuesen said with a shrewd expression.

He dared to say these things because Linzhijiang was historically a staunch anti-Li faction member, and eventually returned to the Military Intelligence Bureau.

"Li Shiqun has many confidants, there's no place for you at all. And the two most important people on Director Ding's side are both against you."

"Your brother is from Chongqing, it must have been tough for him."

Lin Zhijiang sighed softly, indicating his agreement.

"Brother, there are no outsiders here. Tell me the truth, how much longer can Director Ding hold on?"

Wang Xuesen asked in a low voice.

"The intelligence and funding are all in Director Li's hands. Let me put it this way, don't be fooled by my position as the captain of the action team, I'm just a figurehead."

"Apart from the Kuomintang brothers I brought, the other teams were basically under Li's control."

"no way."

"While Chen Mingchu and Yang Jie's First and Second Battalions are living the high life, my men can't even afford to replenish their ammunition clips."

"These days, if you don't have money, who's going to hang out with you?"

"To put it another way, all that's left is for Li Shiqun to openly overturn the table, lay his cards on the table, and kick people out."

Linzhi Jiang told him the truth.

"Brother, does that mean we're not far from being fired?" Wang Xuesen asked in astonishment.

I guess so.

"If you really flip the table, at least you can go to Nanjing to seek refuge with Mr. Wang."

"I'm doomed."

"Either get out of here, or wait to be eliminated by the Military Intelligence Bureau and die a violent death in the street."

"Either become Wu Sibao's and Yang Jie's dogs!"

Lin Zhijiang shook his head, feeling a sense of shared sorrow.

Forget it.

"The day I arrived, it was your brother who checked my suitcase."

"Mr. and Mrs. Wang, and Zhou Fohai, don't trust me at all."

"It's obvious they're putting me under Li Shiqun's nose and peeling me bare bit by bit."

"I'm in the same boat as you now, unable to go home and with no way to use my strength."

"Once you don't make a name for yourself and the novelty wears off, hmph."

"The Su family is all about profit. Once they're no longer of any use to you, they'll turn their backs on you immediately, not just your son-in-law, but even your own father."

"They'll kick me out sooner or later."

"Also, at least you didn't publish it in the newspaper."

"My old man published a statement of expulsion from the national register in all the major newspapers in Chongqing. Who in the whole country doesn't know that I'm a traitor and a lackey?"

"Who knows, one day when I'm walking down the street, some patriotic person might smash me open with a brick."

Wang Xuesen cried out with a look of "who's more miserable than me?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhijiang realized that his younger brother was in a really bad situation, and he immediately felt much better and more at ease, as if he had finally found a kindred spirit.

"Brother, so, what are your thoughts now?" he asked sympathetically.

"Brother, to be honest, the little silver I brought is almost gone."

"I'm so worried I can't even open my mouth."

"If the family really has to rely on a woman to support them, then the family won't be far from falling apart."

Wang Xuesen lowered his voice even further and poured out his heart in his complaint.

"Me too. My wife and kids are right here with me. In this godforsaken place like Shanghai, I have to throw money around like crazy."

"With a salary of only a hundred or so yuan, I'll starve to death sooner or later."

"To be honest, I was really envious when I saw Wu Sibao and his gang kidnapping and extorting people," Lin Zhijiang said, slapping his thigh in empathy.

Wang Xuesen was secretly delighted; Linzhijiang had taken the bait.

Empathy and building relationships alone cannot forge an alliance.

In this world, even relatives can stab you in the back. No faction or friend can be trusted. Only money is a truly solid and reliable bridge and bond.

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