Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

"Uncle Ding, I was mistaken."

"Wang Tianmu has many subordinates and is a senior figure in the Green Gang. If you can get him, you will have immediate fighting power to fight against Li Shiqun."

Wang Xuesen brewed the tea and brought it to him.

"But I come from the CC Clique, and I've never gotten along with the Military Intelligence Bureau."

"Take Captain Lin for example, he and his old subordinates have been talking behind my back a lot."

"If he were truly loyal to me, he wouldn't have gone to eat at Wu Sibao's restaurant that night, which led to Tang Zengyang being kidnapped," Ding Mocun said, his gloomy eyes fixed on Wang Xuesen.

"Uncle."

"It's partly my fault; I was fooled by Wu Sibao."

"Captain Lin has a family to support, and Wu Sibao is a local bully, so it's normal that he can't afford to offend him," Wang Xuesen said tactfully in defense of Lin Zhijiang.

"Currently, Li Shih-Chun is targeting the Military Intelligence Bureau."

"I think if you can persuade Wang Tianmu to surrender, firstly, it will dispel the prejudices of the outside world against you and Mr. Fohai, and secondly, it will help you strengthen your forces as soon as possible," he explained.

"good!"

"Then let's give Wang Tianmu a chance."

"But this surrender will cost money. Someone like Wang Tianmu will need at least two or three thousand. You should hurry up with things at the Chamber of Commerce."

"Everything is about profit; without money, it's hard to accomplish anything."

Ding Mocun casually pushed the cigarette box over.

Wang Xuesen opened a cigarette, lit it, and said, "I can definitely get it done within three days."

"good!"

"Keep it up!"

"By the way, since you're the head of the confidential office, send this document to the confidential office," Ding Mocun said, pointing to the document.

"Director Ding, I'm afraid if I touch it, what if something goes wrong?" Wang Xuesen pretended to be troubled.

Don't worry.

"What secrets could Tang Keming's intelligence department have reported?"

"It's that trivial matter of Chiang Kai-shek wanting to attack the New Fourth Army at Xiajiashan."

"A bunch of peasants from the mountains, they're worthless. The Japanese aren't interested in them. Apart from propaganda, no one in the 76th Division would be interested in investigating Hong."

Seeing how cautious he was, Ding Mocun couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay." Wang Xuesen nodded.

"Then I'll take my leave." He picked up the documents and walked away quickly.

Wang Xuesen had just left.

Mao Ziming walked in and reported in a low voice, "Director, Miss Liu said she's short of money lately and asked you to give her some money."

"Miss Liu, which Miss Liu?" Ding Mocun asked.

"It's Liu Meili, the clerk from the Education Department," Mao Ziming said.

"she?"

"Tell her to get lost," Ding Mocun remembered.

He had a mistress who hadn't been with two men. She was pretty, but not very good in bed.

"Whoa!"

"I haven't been out for a while."

"Have you found anything good lately?" Ding Mocun asked.

"There aren't any really good ones."

"However, I passed by the club yesterday and saw Mrs. Wang. Her charm was simply amazing. She had a slender waist and a big butt. Her mature womanly charm was truly intoxicating," Mao Ziming said with a smile.

"Mrs. Wang, who is she?" Ding Mocun asked, frowning.

"That's Wang Xuesen's beautiful wife, Su Wanjia."

"This is a photo I took of her without her knowledge. Take a look."

Mao Ziming took out a stack of photos from his pocket and handed them over.

Ding Mocun began to look through them one by one.

In the photo, Su Wanjia is wearing a cheongsam, her figure is full and graceful, and she looks as beautiful and charming as a person in a painting.

Then I recalled the last time I greeted her, and Wanjia's gentle, charming voice.

Ding Mocun felt his dantian burning and his mouth parched just from thinking about it.

"I heard that Wang Xuesen has been drinking Chinese medicine, mostly aphrodisiacs."

"There are also rumors circulating that he borrowed money from loan sharks and that his relationship with his wife is not harmonious."

"Director, I have a bold guess: is Wang Xuesen impotent?"

"You think it's a waste for a good-for-nothing like him to have such a beautiful wife? Why don't we... have some fun with him?"

Seeing the light in Ding Mocun's eyes, Mao Ziming knew that Ding Mocun was interested, so he quickly fanned the flames.

"call!"

Ding Mocun leaned back, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

After taking a few deep breaths, he sat back down and tossed the photo back to her: "Don't worry about Miss Su for now. Go and look around outside."

"Ideally, it should be someone who has no connection to No. 76 and no special background."

"save money!"

"Director, Su Wanjia is really sexy and alluring. I don't know how many eyes are on her. If you miss this opportunity..." Mao Ziming was getting anxious and tried to persuade her again.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Ding Mocun slammed his hand on the table and said.

"All right."

Mao Ziming bowed and left dejectedly.

Ding Mocun stared fiercely at his back.

Doesn't he understand what this kid is really thinking?

It's just that he saw Wang Xuesen become the director and enjoy himself, so he became jealous.

She wanted to deliberately sow discord between herself and Wang Xuesen.

Of course, Su Wanjia is indeed very charming, the kind of woman every man dreams of.

He absolutely had to get his hands on that beautiful woman.

But this must be done before Wang Xuesen's value is fully exploited.

Furthermore, the Japanese are currently very dissatisfied with themselves and have limited funds, so they still keep their distance from the socialites and wives in Shanghai.

They play with college students who don't have much of a background.

Save money, avoid trouble, isn't it great to get something for free?

……

night.

Wang Xuesen returned home.

The bedroom was filled with the smell of traditional Chinese medicine for bruises and sprains.

Su Wanjia was lying in bed reading a book, her eyebrows furrowed as she hummed softly.

"Wan'er, what's wrong?" Wang Xuesen put down his briefcase and asked hurriedly.

"Today while dancing, Mrs. Okamura stepped on my dress, and I fell and twisted my ankle," Su Wanjia said pitifully, pouting her red lips.

"Let me give you a massage."

Wang Xuesen, abandoning his usual lecherous ways, took a bottle of strong liquor from the cupboard, took a mouthful, sprayed it on her ankle, and began to rub it in.

"what!"

"The doctor said to apply ice and not rub it." Su Wanjia was in so much pain that she was convulsing.

"You don't have to believe everything Western medicine says."

"My leg was twisted much more badly when I was a child, and that's how my grandfather treated me."

Wang Xuesen rolled up his sleeves and quickly began rubbing his ankle.

"It might hurt a little, just bear with it." He smiled.

It really hurts.

Su Wanjia was in so much pain that tears almost streamed down her face.

But seeing Xuesen's earnest, gentle, and meticulous demeanor warmed her heart, so she bit her lip and forced herself to hold back.

A dozen minutes later.

Wang Xuesen gently placed his rubbed, blushing feet on the bed: "Look at you, crying already. If you ever end up in the interrogation room, you probably won't last a second before you drop me."

"I hate you."

"They were touched, okay?"

Su Wanjia was so amused by him that tears rolled freely down her cheeks.

"I've never had another man treat me this well before, except for my dad," she said, looking up at Wang Xuesen with teary eyes.

"I'm good to you, and you treat me... Humph!" Wang Xuesen washed his hands and then took a wet towel to wipe her face.

"nonsense."

"I'm good to you too, you see!"

She pointed to the bed, and the Simmons mattress was back.

……