Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

After assigning the tasks, Ding Mocun returned to his office.

Mao Ziming walked in, bowing and scraping, and asked with a fawning smile, "Director, about my uncle's kid getting into the General Affairs Department of No. 76..."

Ding Mocun glanced at him but didn't say anything.

That bastard! Wang Xuesen used his connections to get a job as a waiter in the municipal canteen, and he even gave me a kickback.

You dare to open your mouth and go straight to the general affairs office?

Number 76 is your home.

Don't even mention your maternal uncle; even the children of my own maternal uncles or paternal uncles can't just get in whenever they want.

If you don't have two or three thousand yuan, do you even have the nerve to ask for this?

"Director?" Mao Ziming pressed on, unwilling to give up.

"Last time your second uncle's child got a job at the telephone exchange, then your cousin got a job at Guangming Daily, and now you have another uncle. Don't you have a lot of relatives?"

"Or do you see me as your butler?"

"You have no sense of propriety..." Ding Mocun frowned and said with dissatisfaction.

"No, no, I wouldn't dare."

Mao Ziming was taken aback. Seeing that he couldn't get it for free, he quickly took out a small stack of Chinese currency from his pocket and handed it over: "Director, this is a small token from my uncle. Please accept it."

"Your uncle's family seems to be in dire straits," Ding Mocun said, raising an eyebrow in a suggestive tone.

That's enough for him to buy a pair of imported crocodile leather shoes and a handmade suit.

At least add a little more to make it a round number.

"Yes, it's pretty average," Mao Ziming said, feigning ignorance.

Both of them love money.

One wanted more, the other was unwilling to pay more, and for a moment they were at an impasse.

"Give it or not, it's up to you..." Ding Mocun casually picked up a document and began to write his instructions.

"Oh, right."

"Miss Liu, Miss Meng said she's a little short on cash lately and asked you, Director, to allocate some living expenses. Oh, and Madam also mentioned that it's Grandpa's birthday soon, and she needs to go to Suzhou to offer her congratulations. She'd like you to spare some time for her in advance."

Seeing that Ding Mocun remained silent, Mao Ziming's eyes hardened.

Director Ding's wife, Zhao Huimin, is a notoriously jealous woman.

If she finds out where these lovers are hiding, these two will not only be in grave danger, but will at least suffer a beating.

Ding Mocun understood the hidden meaning in his words. He was shocked and his eyes turned as venomous as a snake, wishing he could devour him alive.

They're incredibly audacious; they've actually dared to threaten me.

Mao Ziming's eyes darted away for a moment.

However, thinking of his grand money-making scheme, he steeled his resolve and met Ding Mocun's gaze without fear: "Director, if you're busy, I'll pass on the message to Madam later."

A murderous intent surged in Ding Mocun's heart, but his expression softened slightly: "No need, I'll go home tonight and talk to her in person."

After saying that, he picked up the small stack of money and threw it into the drawer: "Secretary Mao, have your uncle's child ask Lao Xiao to hire him."

Mao Ziming was overjoyed and quickly bowed in gratitude: "Thank you, Director."

Sure enough, Scarface was right: a man has to be ruthless and domineering.

So what about Dingmo Village?

Mao Ziming possesses secrets about him, and these secrets go far beyond just a few lovers.

It seems that as long as you're bold enough...

Dingmo Village is just a clay tiger; you can mold it however you want.

Sigh, I was just too honest in the past.

We woke up too late.

No, I have to treat Scarface to a few drinks tonight and then get some more insights.

"Go ahead," Ding Mocun waved his hand.

"Yes, Director." Mao Ziming walked away quickly.

As soon as the door closed, Ding Mocun's smile turned cold, his whole body radiating murderous intent. He slammed his fist on the table in anger: "Mao Ziming, you're asking for death!"

After getting angry, Ding Mocun picked up the phone and dialed a number: "Xuesen, come to my office."

A few minutes later, the handsome Wang Xuesen walked in, his expression as respectful as ever: "Director, you wanted to see me."

Ding Mocun leaned back on the sofa, looking a little tired, and said, "It's nothing, I'm just feeling bored and wanted to chat with you for a while."

"How is Pingping?"

"Ms. Zheng has a lot of classes at Hosei University lately, and she also has to prepare her graduation thesis and occasionally write news articles."

"I've lost a lot of weight from being so busy."

"Of course, she misses you, Director, too."

Wang Xuesen answered truthfully.

He had celebrated Zheng Pingping's birthday with her last time, and the two got along quite well. In his spare time, he would be ordered to accompany her shopping and to high-society parties.

Zheng Pingping is still a college student, but thanks to her beautiful face and good family background, she became the cover girl of "Liangyou Pictorial" in 37 and is quite famous in the socialite circle.

Wang Xuesen has learned a lot from following her these past few days.

Of course, the two addressed each other as brother and sister on the surface.

Zheng Pingping's father, Zheng Yue, was a veteran of the Tongmenghui (Revolutionary Alliance) and had a private relationship with the Wang family, so their interactions were not unusual.

"Didn't you notice anything unusual during your interactions with her?"

"For example, if there are strangers around, or if something seems amiss."

Ding Mocun took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and asked.

"no."

"If the director is worried about Miss Zheng's safety, I'll ask Captain Lin to assign two people to protect her."

Wang Xuesen pretended to be confused and went along with what he said.

"Oh, it's good that you're alright."

"With kidnappings and assassinations happening frequently in Shanghai lately, I'm worried about your safety," Ding Mocun said with a faint smile.

He had long suspected Zheng Pingping's identity.

He was simply too fond of her youth, beauty, and family background to hesitate and couldn't bring himself to investigate further.

"Xuesen, there's one more thing."

"As you know, Pingping's father is very prestigious. Mr. Wang is about to form a new government and intends to invite him to serve as the Minister of Justice."

"But the old man is stubborn and keeps making excuses to delay."

"Pingping's mother comes from a prominent Japanese family, and his older brother is an outstanding graduate of Nagoya Flight Academy. These are all excellent conditions for being pro-Japanese."

"Therefore, Mr. Wang and Mr. Shimizu Tosan value the influence of their family."

"You young people get along well. When you have free time, you can do more to persuade her. Let's all do our part for Mr. Wang and the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere."

Ding Mocun reminded him.

"Traitorous dog..." Wang Xuesen nodded: "Okay, I'll talk to her when I have time."

"Oh, right."

"Your medicine has arrived."

Wang Xuesen took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, presented it with both hands, and said while urging:

"Uncle, you look haggard lately."

"No matter how busy this work is, it's a public matter. Your health is your own. It's not worth ruining your health."

Ding Mocun felt a warmth in his heart, took the pill, shook it well, and handed it to Wang Xuesen: "No one understands me or pities me better than Xuesen, and you are the same."

"Here, have one to help you recover."

Damn... Wang Xuesen happily took it and popped it into his mouth: "Thank you, Uncle."

Ding Mocun then accepted the porcelain bottle with relief, letting out a soft sigh:

"To be honest, being a department head isn't easy."

"Recently, robberies and extortions have been frequent, and the Japanese and Fu Youan are very dissatisfied with me. I suspect that Old Li is behind it all."

"Director Wang intends to use this investigation as a pretext to launch a heavy attack on Li Shiqun. What do you think?"

"I agree, I completely agree." Wang Xuesen nodded quickly.

"I think..." Ding Mocun was about to speak.

The office door opened with a bang.

Wang Tianmu and Lin Zhijiang walked in, and without saying a word, they took off their sidearms and slammed them onto Ding Mocun's desk.

"Director Wang, what's going on?" Ding Mocun asked in shock and anger.

"director."

"I can't do this job anymore." Wang Tianmu angrily pulled out his work ID and slammed it on the table.

"Who are you trying to scare?"

"Get to the point!"

Ding Mocun slammed his fist on the table and rebuked him.

"How many times has this happened?"

"Every time I go on a mission, I either come up empty-handed or get intercepted by the Iwai Mansion. I just want to ask, when will your intelligence be more accurate?"

"Do you really think I and the brothers are just sitting around doing nothing?"

Wang Tianmu is a senior member of the Qing Gang, a member of the Tong generation. He is highly experienced and speaks bluntly, which can easily offend people. When he loses his temper, he doesn't care about Ding Mocun's reputation.

"Director, I know you have good relations with people in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. If you find the brothers an eyesore, you can just say so, and we'll leave."

"There's no need to deliberately use the Iwai Mansion to put us in a bad light."

"Six times!"

"I went on six missions this month, missed them four times, and had them intercepted by the Iwai Mansion twice."

"How are we supposed to do this job if you tell us what to do?"

Lin Zhijiang also chimed in angrily.

"Director Wang, Captain Lin, something's fishy about this." Ding Mocun frowned.

He has a good relationship with people in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

However, no information was leaked.

Moreover, this concerns his prestige as the sole commander of 76, and the intelligence was provided by the Mei Agency, so it shouldn't be leaked or mishandled.

"What are you all yelling about?"

"If it weren't for the director taking you in, you would have been killed by the Japanese long ago."

"Don't you understand the rules? Don't you know the difference between superiors and subordinates?"

Mao Ziming walked in with his hands in his pockets, pointing at Wang Tianmu with one finger and speaking imperiously.

"Fine, we asked for it, you guys have fun." Wang Tianmu tapped his chest, then turned and left in anger.

"etc."

"You think you can just leave like that? Did the director agree?" Mao Ziming raised his hand to stop him.

"What do you mean?" Wang Tianmu glared and shouted.

"Who doesn't know that you, District Chief Wang, are a man of honor!"

"If I remember correctly, of those six missions, three out of the four times we missed our target were for capturing Kuomintang agents."

"Could it be that you tipped them off beforehand, or deliberately delayed them so they could escape?"

Mao Ziming's question was delivered with a forced smile.

He sold all six pieces of intelligence, which conveniently put the blame on Wang Tianmu and confuse the public.

"Bullshit!"

"If you dare spout any more nonsense, I'll shoot you dead!"

Wang Tianmu was so angry that he drew his gun and was about to shoot.

Ding Mocun was so frightened that he immediately crawled under the desk.

Mao Ziming quickly raised his hand, his face ashen, and said, "Old Wang, don't, don't be impulsive. Let's talk this out. We're colleagues, why are you using guns?"

"Director Wang, calm down. Explain what exactly happened to the director." Wang Xuesen quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

"Cough cough."

"Tell me, what happened?"

Ding Mocun straightened up and coughed lightly.

Wang Tianmu said angrily, "Director, when we arrived at Yun'er Tea Shop, the shop was closed, and we didn't see a soul in sight."

"When we inquired, we found out that the shopkeeper and all the employees had run away in the middle of the night last night."

"What does this mean? The intelligence was leaked last night."

"There's a mole within Unit 76!"

"A mole?" Ding Mocun frowned even more deeply.

The intelligence was a top-secret document, delivered directly by Warrant Officer Shibuya.

He burned it after reading it, and the operation was only announced an hour in advance, so there was no chance of leaking the information.

Unless someone steals or leaks the documents before you even see them.

Just as he was racking his brains trying to figure it out, bang!

The office door was kicked open forcefully.

"Nonsense..." Ding Mocun was about to explode, but he swallowed the words back down.

Arriving were Warrant Officer Shibuya and Li Shiqun, followed by a squad of armed military police.

"Mr. Shibuya, what's going on?" Ding Mocun was taken aback.

"Someone come here!"

"Take it down!"

Shibuya waved his hand, and several military police immediately stepped forward and detained Mao Ziming.

Mao Ziming's face turned ashen, and he shouted, "You, what right do you have to arrest me? Director, Director, say something!"

"On what grounds?"

"Just because you repeatedly resold and leaked top-secret intelligence from Unit 76!"

Li Shiqun said expressionlessly.

"Li Shiqun, stop making baseless accusations."

Do you have any evidence?

Mao Ziming struggled desperately and complained.

"Once we get to the interrogation room, the evidence will naturally be there."

"Brother Mocun, please come over."

Li Shiqun raised his hand and smiled.

The group arrived at the interrogation room, which reeked of a foul stench.

Shibuya, Ding Mocun, and Li Shiqun sat at the head of the table.

The interrogation was presided over by Hu Junhe.

Wang Xuesen and Wang Tianmu were present as observers.

Click!

Mao Ziming was roughly pushed onto the electric chair by interrogator Ma Laosan and locked in.

"Director Ding, Mr. Shibuya, I... I didn't sell any information. Someone is framing me!" Mao Ziming cried out loudly.

Hu Junhe patted his face and sneered, "Still being stubborn. Who did you meet at Fuyun Teahouse last night?"

Mao Ziming's eyes widened, and his whole body trembled violently: "I... I don't understand what you're saying."

"Can't understand?"

"Director Ding, this is a photo I took unintentionally by my undercover agent at Fuyun Teahouse. Take a look."

Hu Junhe took out a stack of photos from his pocket and threw them in front of Ding Mocun.

Ding Mocun frowned and asked Mao Ziming, "What's going on?"

"Director, they are targeting us and framing us."

"I'm just going to have tea with an old friend."

"It's just tea."

Mao Ziming is still putting up a stubborn resistance.

"Want some tea?"

"I see you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin. Men, bring Scarface!" Hu Junhe waved his hand.

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