Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

"Uncle."

"I'm curious too."

"I only hold a nominal position. I'm good at running errands for everyone in the black market. What could Ye Jiqing possibly want from me?" Wang Xuesen shrugged and shook his head.

Ding Mocun frowned and pointed at him: "Xuesen, you're not being honest!"

"Uncle, please don't make things difficult for me."

"I really have to go. Otherwise, if Ye Jiqing comes looking for me, I won't be able to explain many things." Wang Xuesen looked helpless, his expression clearly showing that he had something on his mind.

This kid knows, but doesn't want to or dare not say it... Ding Mocun is stingy, lecherous, and greedy, but he's not stupid.

He leaned forward, staring coldly at Wang Xuesen, and said, "You're afraid of her, but not of me?"

"Why!"

"She told me to stay in the office."

"What do you want me to say?"

"Uncle, why don't you just chop me in half?"

"I just want to live a peaceful life, making a little money with you, Uncle."

"Just let me go."

Wang Xuesen clasped his hands together, his tone extremely pleading.

"You bastard, let's go." Ding Mocun glared at him and waved his hand dismissively.

Ying Ying's cold glint disappeared, and she remained silent.

"oh."

"Uncle, didn't you ask me to pick up your tie from Wang's Tailor Shop on Xiafei Road yesterday?"

"Manager Wang said it wasn't done well."

"When you have time, ask when it will be ready. If it's convenient, I'll make a trip for you when I get back, or you can have Secretary Mao go."

Wang Xuesen took a few steps, then turned back and gave a few more instructions.

"Okay, I understand." Ding Mocun frowned and nodded.

When Wang Xuesen saw that his face had become even longer, he knew that the plan was halfway to success.

"You sly student, you're really cunning. You're trying to outsmart the director. Didn't you see Old Ding is unhappy?" Ying Ying followed him out the door and reminded him.

"Old Ying, let's put it this way."

"If it weren't for Mr. Wang's intention to give me experience, I wouldn't be here even if you carried me in a sedan chair."

"To be honest, brother."

"Right now, all I want is a wife, a lover, a warm bed, and a few days of fun. Otherwise, why would I have come all the way from this mountain city?"

"The situation in this building is too complicated."

"You might say something wrong, and tomorrow someone might..."

Wang Xuesen made a shooting gesture, then tugged at him, lowering his voice even further:

"Your brother is one of Director Tang's men."

"Tang Huimin is a veteran, isn't he? He almost lost his life, you know that."

"We're just ordinary people with families to support, so we need to be careful. We should only run around when there's something to do."

"These two old men in the building are people you can't afford to offend."

"Just do whatever you're told."

"We should stay away from any work that Mao Ziming and Wu Sibao can do."

"At least I have this identity, I get a salary, and I can still have some face to pick up girls. I should be content!"

Instead, he patiently and earnestly tried to persuade Ying Ying.

"Yes, yes!"

"You have to learn to be content." Yingying saw his sincere expression and felt a sense of camaraderie.

"Secretary Ying, I'll head back now."

Wang Xuesen said no more and quickly went downstairs.

"Thanks for the pointers, little brother," Ying Ying called out from behind him.

……

Inside the office.

As soon as Wang Xuesen left, Ding Mocun began to ponder the matter.

Besides tinkering with small gadgets on the black market and knowing a few words of gibberish to make deals, what good is this kid?

Ye Jiqing personally sought him out; this matter is no small thing.

Were Japanese people involved?

translate?

Thinking of this, he picked up the phone and quickly dialed a number:

"Hey, Captain Wu, bring me the list of new recruits for the guard unit. I need to sign it and submit it to Warrant Officer Shibuya."

"Smack."

"Damn it," Ding Mocun angrily hung up the phone.

Wu Sibao is right here at the station, yet he says he's too busy. Doesn't he even have time to go upstairs?

Something's not right.

Wu Sibao is arrogant, but he usually only dares to speak ill of others behind their backs. This is the first time he has openly contradicted them.

Perhaps there's an urgent mission that prevents him from leaving?

Based on Li Shih-Chun's past practice of "sharing credit and currying favor" and seeking stability, he would definitely ask the military police or the Mei Agency for assistance.

Li Shiqun has a high level of Japanese proficiency and can communicate with Japanese people without any problem. There is no need to involve Wang Xuesen, a fence-sitter, which would increase the cost of leaking secrets.

What is it that requires Wang Xuesen's involvement?

Yes, it is... the concession?

Yes, the concessions!

Ding Mocun slammed his fist on the table with delight.

Li Shiqun didn't speak French or English, and the Japanese and the 76th Division also lacked this type of translator. In the past, Ye Jiqing usually helped with the translation.

However, Li is a doting husband, so considering the risks of crossfire and to avoid Ye Jiqing getting too involved, hiring another translator is quite reasonable.

Wang Xuesen has been practicing his English diligently lately, and Captain Okamura and Haruki Yoshitane admire him in private.

Compared to hiring an outsider, Wang Xuesen was clearly more suitable and easier to control for the suspicious and cautious Li Shiqun.

That's not surprising at all!

Ding Mocun breathed a sigh of relief and slowly leaned back into the large chair.

Concession!

Arrests and firefights.

Negotiate with foreigners, not with the police.

The person they're trying to catch is of a very high rank; Li Shiqun has really hooked a big fish.

Ding Mocun smugly pointed to the corner of his mouth.

He was even impressed by his own damned reasoning ability.

Wang Xuesen, haha, no matter how tight your mouth is, you can't escape my watchful eye.

Of course, Ding Mocun was not blaming anyone.

On the contrary, he was satisfied with Wang Xuesen.

If this could make money, Ding Mocun could understand why Wang Xuesen sold Li Shiqun.

For women, for money, men will do anything, no matter how excessive.

However, this was aimed at Chiang Kai-shek and the Red Tickets, and Wang Xuesen kept his mouth shut, rather than leaking important secrets to curry favor with him.

This shows that this guy has excellent professional ethics and character.

Hey!

It's ridiculous that Chen Bijun and Wang Zhaoming could suspect this kid was a spy sent by Chongqing.

"Sigh."

He lit a cigarette, and his brows furrowed again.

Li Shiqun failed to report important intelligence.

His desire to claim all the credit is at a great disadvantage for him.

Should we do something?

Ding Mocun closed his eyes, and when he felt a slight burning sensation from the cigarette butt, he opened his eyes and forcefully stubbed out the cigarette.

Click!

Click!

He quickly dialed his younger brother, Ding Zijun: "Zijun, is there any news from the foreign concession?"

"Okay, I understand."

"Keep an eye on it."

"If you find Li Shiqun and Wu Sibao, call me immediately."

"No, no, we can't call Mr. Wilson."

"Don't do anything rash, and contact me by phone anytime."

He sighed after hanging up the phone.

Ding Mocun had acquaintances in the Municipal Council. If there really were important figures like Chiang Kai-shek or the Red Flag hiding in the embassy, ​​or being protected by the upper echelons of the concession, then...

If a ventilator is let in at this time, the person will definitely be able to escape.

Ding Mocun will be very happy if Li Shiqun misses his target.

But now his mind is entirely on Pingping, and with the Japanese involved...

That's it!

The less trouble, the better.

They are all anti-Chiang Kai-shek patriots. Let Li Shiqun make a contribution; there's still a long road ahead, so there's no need to worry about this one day or two.

After a pause, Ding Mocun, thinking of Zheng Pingping's fiery figure, dialed another number:

"Hello, Manager Wang, this is Ding Mocun."

"Is the tie I asked you to make ready?"

"Okay, close the shop a little later tonight, and I'll have someone come and pick it up. His name is Wang Xuesen."

After hanging up the phone, Ding Mocun smiled.

Why has he been asking Wang Xuesen to pick up and buy things for him lately?

It's just that Wang Xuesen knows what he's doing and will obediently pay.

As for Mao Ziming, that kid is too slippery; it's a miracle he didn't steal from you.

Xuesen is still the most reliable.

……

As soon as Wang Xuesen returned to his office, Yang Jie walked in with two trusted confidants.

"Old Yang, what's up? Are you about to set off?" he asked.

"What are you saying?"

"Can't I come over and sit down for a bit?"

"It's too early to act, let's play some cards."

Yang Jie pulled a deck of cards from his pocket, clearly intending to keep an eye on Wang Xuesen.

"That wouldn't be good. Director Li is very strict about discipline. If the inspection department finds out, he'll be punished," Wang Xuesen said, waving his hand.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

"The Inspectorate is there to keep an eye on Ding Mo Village, how could my brother-in-law punish me?"

"Playing leaf games."

Yang Jie casually started shuffling the cards.

"Alright, then I'll risk my life to accompany you." Wang Xuesen looked like he was ready to risk everything.

He dug two pits in Dingmo Village.

Wang Xuesen bet that Ding Mocun must have guessed something by now.

It would be best if he proactively informed his foreign friends.

It's okay if you don't report it.

Given Ding Mocun's greedy and stingy nature, he would definitely call Wang's Tailor Shop.

This is enough.

That's enough to draw fire for yourself.

He had one more thing to convey.

Every day at 11 o'clock, Wanjia would make a phone call without fail.

His mind was constantly calculating, yet he still played the card game with great skill, so much so that even Yang Jie couldn't detect anything unusual about him.

Even Wang Xuesen was surprised that he could work at such a high intensity.

If it were anyone else, experiencing so many things in just half an hour, one after another, their mind would probably be exploding by now.

It can only be said that human potential is truly limitless.

Wang Xuesen is now praying that the time can be delayed until 11 o'clock, so that he can receive Wanjia's call.

Time ticked by, each second feeling like an eternity.

Jingle Bell!

11:07.

The phone finally rang.

……

P.S.: Greetings to all the esteemed directors. There will be further updates in the early hours of the morning.