Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

Compared to Ding Mocun, this man was much thinner, with a middle-parted traitorous hairstyle, yellow teeth, and sunken, bluish cheeks—clearly a drug addict.

Occupying office space?

That was Ding Mocun's younger brother, Ding Zijun, the head of the Public Relations Section.

Ding Zijun used the guise of socializing to set up his office in the most bustling area of ​​the French Concession, where he spent his days indulging in a life of debauchery, frequenting dance halls, prostitutes, and opium dens, enjoying all the pleasures of life.

Of course, Ding Mocun's decision to have him move out was also partly to protect him, fearing that his younger brother would get involved in the internal strife and suffer harm from Li Shiqun.

This was the first time Wang Xuesen had met him.

As expected, he's a complete waste of space.

"Looks like you're not blind."

"Nice car, bulletproof, not many in Shanghai. You've got some skills, kid." Ding Zijun said, kicking the car tire with his hands in his pockets.

"I don't have any special skills; it's all thanks to the two directors taking care of me," Wang Xuesen said with a smile that was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Alright."

"Enough with the nonsense, lend me the car for a couple of days, give me the keys." Ding Zijun yawned and impatiently stretched out his hand to ask for them.

Wang Xuesen took out the key and weighed it in his hand.

Just as Ding Zijun was about to reach for it, Wang Xuesen snatched it back, raising his eyebrows and laughing like he was teasing a dog: "Sorry, there are two things I never lend out: my wife and my car."

"If you want a car, go ask your brother."

As he spoke, he began to walk toward the driver's seat.

"Oh ho, still so arrogant in front of Young Master Ding, you must have a death wish." Mao Ziming added fuel to the fire with a strange laugh.

Ding Zijun's face fell, and he blocked Wang Xuesen's path in a fit of rage: "Damn it, you think you're so great?"

"Who do you think you are? You're just a dog my brother raised, and you dare to act wildly towards me?"

"It's your honor that I'm driving your car."

"Hurry up and get it to me!"

"Wang Xuesen, did you hear me? Hand over the keys to the bulletproof car right now!" Mao Ziming barked and grumbled from the side.

With Kuomintang assassins everywhere, and only three armored vehicles in the entire unit, everyone is envious.

Why should Wang Xuesen, a newcomer, be allowed to open the door?

Ding Zijun rarely comes back, so this is a good opportunity to use his prestige to dampen Wang Xuesen's arrogance.

"Get out of the way!" Wang Xuesen's eyes turned cold, and with a single gesture, Ding Zijun stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Oh my god, this is outrageous! How dare they hit me..." Mao Ziming screamed, but seeing Wang Xuesen raise his hand, he quickly shrank back and swallowed his words.

"Damn it, I'll kill you!"

Ding Zijun got up and charged forward menacingly with a punch, but Wang Xuesen kicked him in the stomach.

Ugh!

Ding Zijun groaned and squatted down, clutching his stomach in pain.

"Secretary Mao, have you also considered sparring with him?" Wang Xuesen looked at Mao Ziming beside him.

"I..." Mao Ziming was speechless.

He had been slapped on the head by this madman in front of Zhou Fohai, so he didn't dare to move for a moment.

"I think you two twins are just two useless people."

"Get out of the way!"

Wang Xuesen shoved Mao Ziming aside like he was scolding a dog, opened the car door, and got in.

Then, he shifted into reverse, the accelerator roared, and he drove right up to the two of them.

"Damn it!"

Ding Zijun and his companion were so frightened that they quickly dodged.

Amidst the shouts and curses from the two men, Wang Xuesen sped away with a thud.

"Young Master Ding, are you alright?" Mao Ziming quickly helped Ding Zijun up.

"I'm so angry!"

"How dare a dog insult its owner!"

"I have to kill him."

Ding Zijun patted the dust off his clothes, his teeth almost grinding to powder.

"Oh well, there's nothing we can do about it."

"The director trusts him too much. I heard he even asked him to accompany Zheng Pingping on her birthday. He's doing more work than I, his secretary, am now."

"How could they not be arrogant?"

Mao Ziming sighed and said sarcastically.

"No way, I have to talk to my brother about this. I refuse to believe I can't deal with this country bumpkin from the mountain town." Ding Zijun became more and more furious as he thought about it.

"Young Master Ding, didn't he just say he wouldn't lend out his car or wife?"

"Why don't we... hehe."

"Wang Xuesen's wife, Su Wanjia, is a first-rate beauty, just look at her."

Mao Ziming always carried secretly taken photos of Su Wanjia, and he would send one to any powerful and lecherous person he met, instigating them.

The objective is very clear.

He wanted to ruin Wang Xuesen's family and cause his death.

Once Su Wanjia is lured away, Wang Xuesen will be nothing but a piece of trash. Will he still have a place to stay in Shanghai then?

Hehe, this is called using a "gun" to kill someone.

What they borrowed wasn't just a gun, but a "gun" that all the lecherous men in Shanghai couldn't control.

Who the hell made your wife so beautiful and sexy?

Live it!

"Wow, this woman is quite beautiful." Ding Zijun's eyes widened when he saw the photo.

"Young Master Ding."

"Go back and find a woman you know well to host a party, and send an invitation to Su Wanjia."

"At the party, you can tamper with her drinks as you please."

"Then... hehe, take a few photos and publish them in the newspaper."

"How will Wang Xuesen continue living his life?"

"If he had any shame, he wouldn't be able to survive in Shanghai."

Mao Ziming lit a cigarette, took a drag, and started coming up with a wicked idea.

"I have to say, you're not entirely stupid."

"Do as you say, I've got this woman sorted out."

Ding Zijun laughed heartily.

"Young Master Ding, it's best not to let the director know about this."

"I don't know what kind of spell Wang Xuesen has cast on the director. Now the director listens to everything he says. This could easily lead to trouble," Mao Ziming thought for a moment and then reminded him.

"I know, I'm not stupid." Ding Zijun nodded.

……

Wang Xuesen got into the car.

From a distance, through the rearview mirror, you can still see the resentful and jealous eyes of the "two idiots".

He shook his head slightly and smiled disdainfully.

Two good-for-nothings and short-lived wretches.

He drove straight to the pharmacy.

Going to a pharmacy is much easier now than before.

Ding Mocun, Wu Sibao, Yang Jie and others all asked him to help bring medicine.

Furthermore, he has begun to gain Li Shiqun's attention, and all the tails that were watching him have been removed. If he wants, he can come to the pharmacy twice a day without any problem.

We arrived at the consultation room.

Old Du smiled and took his pulse.

"What are you so happy about? Did you find gold?" Wang Xuesen asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hmm, found it. Aren't you just a piece of gold?"

"I've earned a lot of funding from these missions, so I finally don't have to worry about the pharmacy closing down anymore," Du Song joked.

"You've become addicted to treating and saving people, haven't you?" Wang Xuesen rolled his eyes at him.

Du Song smiled smugly: "What's wrong with saving people? It's better than the Kuomintang killing people and planting bombs, right?"

"That's true."

"Have you finished reading? I have other things to do," Wang Xuesen urged.

"Your pulse is weak and shallow. You need to moderate your sexual activity. Your essence is depleted..." Du Song often tried to advise him to take care of his health.

Wang Xuesen, annoyed by his nagging, quickly raised his hand to stop him: "Don't tell me, you should tell Miss Su, her addiction is much bigger than mine now."

"Okay, let her come next time, and I'll give her a proper talk about health and wellness."

"When young, one does not know the value of vital essence; when old, one's legs weaken, and one can only regret it."

"Look at me, I'm almost fifty. I'm not bragging, but someone like you could take on three people with one hand without any problem."

Juniper, having parted ways with his goatee, began boasting again.

"Can't you live without bragging every day?"

"What's up?"

Wanjia had an appointment with Mao Ziming's wife, Li Lu, today, and he was in a hurry to get back and touch his stockings.