Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Wang Xuesen arrived at the office precisely on time, took out his French book, and began to read aloud.

The sound was neither too loud nor too soft.

It's just the right amount of time for passersby to hear, without seeming like a deliberate show-off.

While reciting the instructions haphazardly, he repeatedly pondered the rescue plan.

He was extremely confident about this part involving Boss Dai.

He understands gamblers.

Right now, Chongqing desperately needs a victory in public opinion. Tang Zengyang is quite famous in the education field, and if they can win, the old man will surely be overjoyed.

This was definitely worth a try for Dai Li.

Next, it's Li Shiqun's turn.

This is the most difficult part.

Li Shiqun was very shrewd and extremely patient, much like Zhongda.

Li and Tang Huimin have an irreconcilable relationship, but that doesn't necessarily mean Li will give in.

There's nothing Wang Xuesen can do right now.

Any proactive action could expose their identity.

He could only wait.

Waiting for the seesaw to "work its magic," waiting for this pile of firewood to be fanned up.

He's gambling.

Dai Li was gambling.

The chips are Ye Jiqing and Tang Huimin.

Their opponent was the unfathomable Li Shiqun.

"Ring ring!"

the phone is ringing.

Wang Xuesen put down his book and picked up the receiver: "It's me."

"Okay, Director Ding, I'll be right there."

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dong dong!

He knocked lightly on the door twice.

"Come in!" Ding Mocun said.

Wang Xuesen strode inside, and Ding Mocun greeted him, "Xuesen, come and have some tea."

"I heard you and Miss Su are having a falling out?"

His eyes held a complex expression of smug satisfaction mixed with disappointment.

Wang Xuesen saw through Ding Mocun at a glance, and Ding Mocun was secretly pleased, probably coveting Wan Jia's beauty and wanting to take advantage of her vulnerability.

The disappointment stemmed from the fear that without Su Wanjia, he would ruin the Chamber of Commerce's money-making scheme.

"Please excuse my poor appearance, Director."

"That night I drank too much at the Great World, and Wanjia complained that I was fooling around, so we argued a bit," Wang Xuesen explained casually.

"Women are made of water."

"Couples quarrel in bed but make up before they get out of bed."

"If you're sweet-talking and put in a little more effort at night, you'll be easy to win over."

The thought of Wanjia's graceful figure made Ding Mocun's smile turn slightly lewd.

"Thank you for your guidance, Director."

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Wang Xuesen feigned a daze and changed the subject.

Even though Wanjia is a fake wife, it's still disgusting to have someone eyeing her.

"Is there any progress with the Chamber of Commerce?" Ding Mocun asked.

"Perfect timing. I'm going to my father-in-law's house tonight, so I'll talk to him in detail then."

"Don't worry, Director."

"Everyone knows you're at the height of your power right now, and they all wish they had you as their backer. This is inevitable," Wang Xuesen reassured him.

"Oh, by the way, I heard from your sister-in-law that you can get your hands on American goods?" Ding Mocun lit a cigarette, crossed his legs, and swung his newly bought shiny designer leather shoes.

"You mean...?" Wang Xuesen asked, puzzled.

"The kind Ye Jiqing used." Ding Mocun's tone turned cold.

"director."

"You mean this? I've already prepared it."

"I'm just waiting for my aunt to come over to my house to play cards and load the truck."

"The ladies all have them."

"Well, I haven't seen my aunt come."

"You know, this thing isn't anything fancy, and it's associated with bad luck. If I take it to visit someone, well... hehe."

Wang Xuesen frowned, looking embarrassed.

Ding Mocun's sinister eyes regained a human touch: "Yes, it's also my fault. Your aunt said she wanted to visit you and Wanjia, but I've been too busy to find the time."

"Furthermore, your aunt doesn't like hanging out with that bunch of bitches, Ye Jiqing and Yu Aizhen."

"Yes, yes, Director, you are very busy. It is my fault for not arranging things properly with Wanjia."

"It just so happens that Wanjia wants to play tennis. If Auntie is free tomorrow, let Wanjia arrange to go to the Charlie Hotel with her."

Wang Xuesen made the arrangements very efficiently.

"Good, not bad."

"When I get home tonight, I'll have your aunt call Wan'er."

"However, what I mean is, could you get another box? This stuff is in high demand right now, and a lot of your aunt's friends want some too," Ding Mocun said, putting down his crossed legs and moving closer.

"Are all your aunts and friends your lovers?" Wang Xuesen replied without batting an eye.

"Uncle, your business is Xuesen's business."

"I'll have Wan'er book a room at the French Club. The room key is in locker number 23 at the swimming pool, and the password is Wan'er's birthday, 1221. You can have your aunt's friend pick up the key and take it yourself."

"This way, it won't interfere with Wan'er and her aunt playing tennis, and it will also be convenient for their friends."

"Is this alright for you?"

"Excellent, excellent!" Ding Mocun couldn't believe Wang Xuesen had agreed so readily. His smile vanished, his eyes turned cold, and he pretended to look for money in the drawer.

"Xuesen, you calculate how much it costs, and I'll give you the money."

Wang Xuesen hurriedly stood up in alarm and refused, saying, "Uncle, you're making me feel so ashamed!"

"Wan'er and I prepared some gifts for our aunt and her friends. Isn't it our duty as juniors?"

"Besides, you are my direct supervisor."

"There's no such thing as a subordinate asking for money to do favors for their superior. It's absurd."

"Then...then I'll gladly accept it?" Ding Mocun's face once again showed a warm and friendly smile.

"Please accept this!"

"You absolutely have to accept it, otherwise when I get home tonight, Wan'er will scold me for being insensible again." Wang Xuesen nodded repeatedly in a serious tone.

"oops!"

Ding Mocun patted his legs cheerfully, and the two sat down again.

"Have some tea," he said.

Wang Xuesen picked up his teacup and began to sip.

After chatting for a while, Ding Mocun frowned and said, "Xuesen, since you call me uncle, we're family. I have to give you a hand."

"Director Tang has a task that's not progressing very smoothly lately."

I want you to do it.

"Do you want to answer?"

Wang Xuesen immediately sensed that an opportunity had arrived.

However, upon further thought, he shook his head and refused:

"Uncle."

"My relationship with Director Tang is currently strained. If I were to take his work now, I might offend people if I succeed, and if I fail, who knows what people will say behind my back. Wouldn't that affect your prestige?"

"Besides, Director Tang is one of your long-serving officials."

"If things don't go smoothly, we can take it slowly."

At this point, he said in a low voice, "I only want to make a fortune with you, I have no other desires."

Ding Mocun frowned, finding the argument quite reasonable.

He increasingly looked down on Tang Huimin.

But Li Shiqun is pressing them hard right now, so they still have to rely on Tang Huimin to lead the charge.

Hey!

These are a bunch of useless trash.

Let's be patient for now.

"Okay, then, you should hurry up with the Chamber of Commerce matters," Ding Mocun said.

"Okay, Director, you're busy." Wang Xuesen stood up to take his leave.

As he reached the door, Ding Mocun called out to him again: "What's the price range for that woman's 'Reliable' product now?"

"When the sea routes were open, it would cost about 10 yuan per ride. Now it's hard to buy and the price has risen to 20 yuan, and there's no guarantee that you'll have any in stock."

"One box contains fifty items."

"It all adds up to about 1,100 or 1,200."

"Oh, Secretary Mao is a local, he's definitely more familiar with the black market than I am, Director, you can ask him."

A sinister sneer flashed across Wang Xuesen's face before he turned away and resumed his honest demeanor.

"Okay, I understand." Ding Mocun nodded with a smile.

We arrived at the door.

Just then, Wang Xuesen ran into Mao Ziming and greeted him with a polite smile: "Secretary Mao."

"Hmph!" Mao Ziming snorted arrogantly and brushed past him.

Idiot!

You're finished.

A disdainful sneer appeared on Wang Xuesen's lips as he walked away.

"Director, I got word from my friend that 'Reliable' has stock!" Mao Ziming shouted, pushing open the door with a boastful look on his face.

"How much?" Ding Mocun's lips curled into a bright smile.

"The Japanese have blockaded the docks, so this batch of American goods won't be easy to get."

"My friend in the black market said that American goods are changing prices every day and are in very short supply."

"This batch of new goods will cost at least 2,500."

Mao Ziming held up two fingers.

"Two thousand five?" Ding Mocun thought he had misunderstood.

"director."

"I practically wore myself out trying to negotiate the price down from three thousand to this."

"As the saying goes, losing even a penny is a huge loss."

Mao Ziming said, "I did my best."

"Secretary Mao, you've worked hard," Ding Mocun said with a sudden realization.

"Do you still want it?" Mao Ziming asked.

"Well, women only have those few days a month anyway, let them make do," Ding Mocun said with a dry laugh as he stubbed out his cigarette.

"Director, do you mean... we don't want it anymore?" Mao Ziming was dumbfounded.

I originally thought I could make a fortune, but it turned out that all my hard work was for nothing.

"I can't help it, I'm short on cash. How about you go and rob two boxes from the Americans?" Ding Mocun asked with a smile, his fingers clasped together under his chin.

"I... I can manage to rob people from the Chamber of Commerce, but as for Americans, forget it," Mao Ziming said with an awkward laugh.

"How's Tang Huimin's matter going?" Ding Mocun asked with his usual smile.

It's being processed.

"I plan to have Lin Zhijiang keep an eye on things to prevent Tang Zengyang from running away. Just let me know if you need anything..." Before Mao Ziming could finish his report, Ding Mocun suddenly roared at him fiercely:

"Then what are you standing there for?"

"Go and get it done quickly."

"Yes, yes!" Mao Ziming trembled in fright and quickly hid away.

You're something else, Mao Ziming.

I asked you to do something, and you've actually tried to profit from me.

In contrast, Wang Xuesen was meticulous, efficient, and straightforward in his work. He didn't ask for a penny, gave it away readily, and accepted it as a matter of course.

That's what a secretary should be like.

Ding Mocun's eyes instantly turned as cold and terrifying as a venomous snake.

Maybe it's time to get a new secretary!

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