Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

Avenue Joffre, Dream Cafe.

Bai Jusheng, dressed in a white suit and with a handsome face, walked in and his gaze fell on the guests at table number five by the window.

"Is Mr. Jin introduced by Ali from Xiuhonglou?" Bai Jusheng asked in a "delicate" voice as she sat down.

Jinze glanced at the effeminate man.

This guy reeks of being corrupted by women and opium; what a waste of such a good face and such a good voice.

"it's me."

"I want to see Master Ji and ask for a way to get promoted. I know you have connections, brother," Jin Ze said.

"I'm just an actor, I don't have any connections."

"Heh, you've got the wrong person, haven't you?"

Bai Jusheng gave him a wary look, then grinned, revealing his yellow teeth.

"I know that Xiao Yufeng is your junior sister and your old flame."

"Even though you were beaten, you two still secretly met at the Love House in the concession."

"We're all sensible people, let's just get straight to the point."

As Jinze spoke, he opened his bag and revealed five small yellow croakers inside.

"Ahem!"

As he spoke, he coughed violently, his sallow face convulsing and spasming, as if he might die at any moment.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Bai Jusheng frowned her beautiful brows and used her delicate fingers to back away while fanning herself.

"Sir, are you alright?" The waiter approached with a glass of water and asked.

"Thank you, it's nothing." Jinze took the water glass and bowed in thanks.

After the waiter left, his eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice, "Are you selling it or not? Make it quick."

"Okay, okay."

Bai Ju was afraid he might have an infectious disease, so she didn't dare to linger or bother probing his health.

"Around 3 PM tomorrow, Old Dog Ji will go to Huaqing Pool on South Chengdu Road for a bath, usually for two hours, with armed guards."

"that's all."

After saying that, he grabbed his handbag and went off groaning like a woman.

Jinze clutched his burning chest, his mouth filled with the taste of blood.

He has a very serious lung disease, and the doctor said he doesn't have much time left.

Just then, District Chief Chen came to his door and gave him a thousand yuan to make the trip.

As a veteran in the intelligence network, Jinze knew that he was there to expose himself and die.

It doesn't matter anymore.

At least his elderly mother and children have been hidden and settled by the district head, and their expenses are covered.

Given District Chief Chen's loyalty and character, his mother will not die without a proper burial place, and his children will not be left to sleep on the streets.

Worth it!

outside the window.

Wang Xuesen glanced at it coldly through the car window.

He did not stop.

It's enough that we know Bai Jusheng is in talks with someone.

Chen Gongshu is very capable; since he has found the right people, there shouldn't be any major problems.

I picked up the leather shoes.

He went straight to a Japanese goods store, put on makeup in the restroom, went out through the back door, and took a rickshaw to an old residential area.

Turn into the alley.

He entered what appeared to be a long-abandoned hut and lifted a floor tile.

There are three hundred yuan inside.

This is Qingfu's share of the profits from selling intelligence about the New Fourth Army in Xiajiashan.

Wang Xuesen then took out paper and pen.

He wrote down the assassination intelligence for No. 76 in a script that only he and Qingfu could understand.

Of course, I need to give Lao Du another copy of this.

If more people inform others, those people will pay more attention to the evacuation.

……

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Wang Xuesen drove back to No. 76.

As soon as I got out of the car, I saw a curly-haired woman in a white trench coat get out of another car.

"Hello, Director Wang," the woman greeted him with a smile.

"Who are you?" Wang Xuesen was captivated by her charm and beauty.

"Miss Zheng is Director Ding's secretary," the driver introduced.

"My name is Zheng Pingping. Director Wang's song is quite good; it's very passionate and beautiful." Zheng Pingping smiled gently, her voice as soft and gentle as a mature woman.

I can't imagine how alluring that voice would be in bed, those soft moans; even the hardest heart would be softened by its charm.

"Thank you," Wang Xuesen said with a gentlemanly smile.

"I sometimes write songs when I have free time. I'll treat you to coffee sometime." Zheng Pingping didn't say anything more and walked into the lobby in her high heels.

Zheng Pingping!

She's really alluring and beautiful.

Alas, he served the thief with his life; what a pity!

……

Back in the office, I continued to slack off.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

I heard the sound of a car engine coming from the yard.

Wang Xuesen stood by the window and watched through the crack as Zheng Pingping got into the car and drove away.

He frowned and fell into deep thought.

Ring ring.

the phone is ringing.

"It's me." Wang Xuesen snapped out of his daze, quickly walked to his desk, and picked up the phone.

"OK."

After hanging up the phone, he went to Ding Mocun's office.

Old Ding still smelled of Zheng Pingping's perfume, and his face showed a hint of pleasant exhaustion.

You bastard!

When there's work to be done, the secretary does it; when there's nothing to do... the secretary.

They truly enjoyed the beauty of romance to the fullest.

"Director," Wang Xuesen greeted.

"Xuesen, have you met Secretary Zheng?" Ding Mocun asked.

"Yes, we bumped into each other downstairs at noon," Wang Xuesen nodded.

"How is it?" Ding Mocun asked with a smile.

"She has both excellent looks and temperament, and can be described as a peerless beauty." This is a very apt evaluation from Wang Xuesen.

"I think so too."

"Back when I was the principal of Mingguang Middle School, Miss Zheng was my student." Ding Mocun seemed to be in no hurry to get to the point and started chatting casually.

"Beautiful women love heroes. It seems that Miss Zheng has long admired the director and her feelings for him have been deeply rooted for a long time."

"When I was in middle school, I also had a crush on one of my female teachers."

Wang Xuesen offered Ding Mocun a cigarette, displaying the demeanor of seasoned lovers exchanging pleasantries.

Ding Mocun did not answer.

He doesn't smoke other people's cigarettes.

Wang Xuesen wasn't embarrassed. He smiled, lit his own cigarette, and took a puff. "Director, you didn't call me here to chat about frivolous things, did you?"

"Miss Zheng admires your talent. She said you wrote some song... I think it was very popular in nightclubs." Ding Mocun still didn't bring up the main point.

"You are the only one in my heart, this is what I wrote to White Rose," Wang Xuesen said.

"White roses, vulgar things, lowly creatures."

"She doesn't deserve it."

After all that talk, Ding Mocun wanted to say this.

He also slept with White Rose.

I didn't do a good job, and White Rose disliked it, which has left me with a lingering resentment.

The news of Wang Xuesen and Bai Meigui spending the night together has spread, and Bai Meigui is full of praise for it. Ding Mocun said so much just to find some balance.

By the way, let me show off Zheng Pingping a little.

As a seasoned player in the dating scene, he was resentful and unhappy with Xuesen.

What man doesn't want to be strong?

"Of course, someone like White Rose isn't even worthy of carrying Miss Zheng's shoes." Wang Xuesen knew his hypocrisy all too well and quickly flattered him.

"Good taste."

"Let's get down to business. I'd like to give Miss Zheng a gift. I heard that Madame Chiang has a very popular American evening bag, and I'd like to give Pingping the same bag. Can you get your hands on one?" Ding Mocun asked.

"Director, are you referring to the Hattie Carnegie brand?" Wang Xuesen asked.

"Yes, yes, that's it." Ding Mocun nodded quickly.

"I probably can't get my hands on the custom-made VIP version, but I can try the regular high-end version, though it might cost over a hundred dollars... Hey, why am I even mentioning this?"

"My uncle's affairs are my affairs."

"Tonight, I'll go find someone to pick up the goods."

Seeing his expression darken, Wang Xuesen's smile became even more solicitous.

"Don't worry, I won't take advantage of you."

"It's just a hundred dollars, Uncle wouldn't let you waste your money."

Ding Mocun smiled, took out his wallet, and handed over one hundred yuan in legal tender.

Nima.

I was talking about one hundred dollars.

They can't wake me up no matter what I say.

Pretending to be deaf and dumb, omitting keywords, huh!

"Uncle, I can't accept this." Wang Xuesen quickly waved his hand and respectfully handed it back.

"Take it."

"If you don't accept it, you're disrespecting your uncle."

"Choose a bright color, the kind that will catch the eye, make you stand out, and give you a great impression when you enter the Paramount," Ding Mocun said enthusiastically, shoving the color into his hand and pointing at him as he solemnly instructed.

"clear."

"Miss Bao Zheng has a lot of influence." Only then did Wang Xuesen take the banknotes with both hands and put them into his pocket.

"Good, good, good!" Ding Mocun laughed happily.

"Uncle, if there's nothing else, I'll be going home now."

"Wanjia is angry about what happened at the White Rose Ballroom. I need to behave myself for a few days, otherwise the house will be in chaos again."

Wang Xuesen pointed to his watch, winked, and smiled.

"I understand, I understand."

"A man should have mistresses outside, but he can't let the flag at home fall."

"Go."

Ding Mocun waved his hand dismissively.

Haha, so what if you picked up a piece of junk? Is it as good as my Pingpingrun?

Little one, learn what a real woman is like.

……

Wang Xuesen went downstairs, got into the car, frowned, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Zheng Pingping is a big problem.

He knows history.

But who knows what might happen?

He still needs Ding Mocun and Li Shiqun to work together and cultivate his own power. Any imbalance at this time would disrupt his plans.

There are just some things he can't tell Lao Du yet.

Otherwise, the source of the intelligence cannot be clearly explained.

No, we have to get Lao Du to report this to the boss and get this problem resolved.

It's the Military Intelligence Bureau.

It's normal for them to secretly take sniper shots at the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS), to have a love-hate relationship.

……