Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

The next day.

Wang Xuesen walked into the office on time, as usual, and slacked off.

10:00 AM.

Wang Tianmu, dressed in a suit and tie, knocked on the door.

"Advisor Wang, you look great." Wang Xuesen got up and made him some tea.

"Won't it have any impact?" Wang Tianmu closed the door and sat down on the sofa.

"Won't."

"I'm the head of the confidential office. It's normal for you to be new here and familiar with the place."

"Besides, everyone knows that Director Ding values ​​me. It's perfectly reasonable for him to send you here as an intermediary to build rapport."

Wang Xuesen handed him a cigarette and smiled faintly.

"Ding Mocun proposed to the Mei Agency and the Gendarmerie to establish a four-department system, asking me to serve as the head of the first department, and also added ten positions to the first department."

"That way my brothers can come in."

"There were too many people greeting me yesterday, so I didn't have a chance to talk to you. Now I want to hear what you have to say."

Wang Tianmu had a deep conversation with Lin Zhijiang and knew that Wang Xuesen was the core and brains of their Military Intelligence Bureau gang.

"feasible."

"However, my opinion is to offer support openly, but not to take it too seriously in private."

"Ding Mocun's connections are no match for Li Shiqun."

"I reckon you won't be able to hold onto this position for more than a few days."

"We're not here to start infighting. Let them fight it out. We can cheer them on and run errands for them, but we will never get deeply involved."

"There's only one goal: to make some honest money so that the brothers and their families can live a good life."

Wang Xuesen feared that Wang Tianmu, being a new official, would be impulsive in his work.

I know what I'm doing.

"By the way, the Japanese were very angry about Tang Zengyang's incident last time, and secretly ordered No. 76 to unleash a bloody terror in the cultural world."

"Ding Mocun has already assigned me work."

"The main members of the assassination team included Zhu Xingchen, the head of the Da Mei Evening News, and Mao Lihua, the general manager of the Shanghai Yiyou Society, among others."

"There were also some upright judges, as well as Wu Pingzhi, the principal of a girls' middle school who had long promoted anti-Japanese ideas on campus."

Wang Tianmu took a drag of his cigarette and said in a low voice.

"Besides you and Lao Lin, Wu Sibao and the others will also be involved, right?" Wang Xuesen asked.

"Yes, the work done by the Japanese can't be given to Ding Mocun alone."

"My team is led by Mao Ziming."

"Someone like Lao Ding, who came from the CC Clique, could never truly trust our Military Intelligence Bureau."

Wang Tianmu nodded.

"Mao Ziming is leading the team."

"Hmm... then we can sell this intelligence." Wang Xuesen looked up and thought for a moment.

"What do you mean?" Wang Tianmu asked, puzzled.

"If Mao Ziming isn't removed, it will be very difficult for me to get in touch with Lao Ding's inner circle. He has always been arrogant and has offended Li Shiqun to a great extent."

"So it's normal for Li Shiqun's people to leak information and hinder him, right?"

A cold smile appeared on Wang Xuesen's lips.

"But what if someone runs away? Li Shiqun will suspect us." Wang Tianmu frowned.

"It doesn't matter."

"Your defection has already created a grudge with him, so it's normal for him to suspect and suppress you in everyone's eyes."

"Furthermore, the person in charge is Mao Ziming."

"Mao Ziming is not a clean person to begin with. Compared to you, who are new and eager to make a name for yourself, he and Ding Mocun are the first suspects."

"We can still make some money."

"Besides, it's easier on your conscience if you have less blood on your hands, isn't it?"

"Who knows if the Japanese devils will ever be gone? Let's just consider it a good deed."

Wang Xuesen, with a cigarette in his mouth, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Understood, everything is about money."

"When I was the district head of Shanghu District, I had a major falling out with Zhao Lijun, and then a traitor like Chen Mingchu came along and ruined the whole situation."

"I've been reflecting on this these past few days."

"I'm a veteran, but... I'm not cut out to be a leader."

"Anyway, it was you and Lao Lin who saved me when Zhao Lijun tried to assassinate me last time. I got this life for free. From now on, just give me your orders."

"I don't ask why, I just do the job."

Wang Tianmu had no interest in exploring Wang Xuesen's true identity. He only knew one thing: in this world, it's never wrong to prioritize money and have a conscience.

"Thanks."

"Here, take this." Wang Xuesen opened the drawer, took out three thousand yuan, and handed it over.

"What do you mean by that?" Wang Tianmu asked, glaring at him.

"The 800 yuan from Dingmo Village is too humiliating."

"You came here for me."

"This is a small token of our appreciation from Lao Lin. I know your family is all in Shanghai. Now that you have a public position, we can't let them hide away for the rest of their lives."

"Besides, you can't expect all your men to starve."

"If you don't have money, who will risk their lives for you?"

Wang Xuesen smiled.

Wang Tianmu took a slight breath: "Okay, I'll accept it then. Is there anything else?"

"have."

"A friend of mine in Wuhan had a shipment of goods seized by Ji Yunqing a while ago. As far as I know, the old man Ji still has it in his hands and is looking for someone to sell it."

"There are quite a few goods, and they are very likely hidden in the dock warehouse."

"You have extensive connections in the Green Gang, could you help me inquire about it?"

"Remember, it must be done in secret. Find an absolutely reliable person, and don't act too deliberately. Just let things happen naturally. If you can find out, that's a good thing."

"If I can't find out, I can't sell myself."

Wang Xuesen feared that if Ji Yunqing died, the investigation would eventually reach the docks, so he decided to be cautious.

"Understood. May I ask what it is?" Wang Tianmu asked.

"I don't know."

"It could be weapons shipped from the United States, or it could be gold and silver jewelry, or collectibles," Wang Xuesen said, shaking his head.

"understood."

Wang Tianmu put the money in his pocket, stood up, took a few steps, and then slapped his forehead:

"I almost forgot, Lao Lin gave this to you."

He took out a few photos and placed them on the table.

"You're a tough guy!"

Wang Tianmu smiled, turned around, and pushed open the door to leave.

Wang Xuesen picked up the photo and slowly began to admire it.

The woman in the photo is wearing a Western-style dress, her breasts partially exposed, her face slightly thin, with a delicate and melancholic air that exudes an artistic vibe.

She looks a bit like Li Qin.

She is Mao Ziming's wife, Li Lu.

She used to be a translator at the Iwai Mansion, but after marrying Mao Ziming, she spent her days playing cards and dancing, living the life of a wealthy wife.

However, rumors circulate that Mao Ziming has a history of domestic violence.

Wanjia had played cards with her a few times at the club, heard Li Lu complain about it, and even saw bruises on her body at the hot spring.

Nima!

That beast Mao Ziming, he'd even spare such a beautiful young wife.

If you don't want it, I'll take it.

Wang Xuesen kissed the beauty in the photo.

To get rid of Mao Ziming and break up the Ding-Mao duo, Li Lu is a good entry point.

However, there's no rush.

Spread the word a bit more about spending the night with White Rose. Then, when other wives in the social circle, like Yu Aizhen and Li Lu, have a good nickname and boyfriend, it will be easier for them to get involved.

Let the flower name fly a little longer.

11:00 AM.

Wang Xuesen planned to go out and keep watch.

He had to witness firsthand the meeting between the Kuomintang's assassins and Bai Jusheng.

Wang Xuesen asked Ding Mocun for leave and drove straight to Xiafei Road. His reason was simple: to pick up the custom-made handmade leather shoes from the tailor shop.

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