Chapter 81 The Dilemma of Dingmo Village

"Okay, sure."

"Xuesen, let's go to the photo studio to take pictures when we have time," Su Wanjia suddenly said.

"Photograph?"

"Are you bored out of your mind? Don't you have a camera at home?" Wang Xuesen rolled his eyes, turned his back, and ignored her.

"I want to take our wedding photos again."

"A set of wedding photos that truly represent the two of us being together."

Su Wanjia pouted her little mouth, It was placed around his waist.

"We have some at home, don't we?" Wang Xuesen was a little tired, so he reached out and pushed her leg down.

"This lack of emotion is fake."

"I want to take a picture that shows our feelings for each other." Wanjia hugged him from behind, clinging to him like an octopus once again.

"Every day is so boring."

"If you're so focused on that, wouldn't it be better to go to the card room and win more money, or read more magazines and learn some new tricks?"

"Get out of the way, don't disturb my sleep."

Wang Xuesen simply climbed to the other end of the blanket, rolled himself up, and fell asleep, soon snoring away.

"How annoying."

"In the past, we would find all sorts of ways to take advantage of others, and once we got what we wanted, we would complain about this and that."

"snort!"

"Who cares about you?"

Su Wanjia stormed off to the other side and fell asleep.

The next day.

As soon as Wang Xuesen opened his eyes, he saw Wanjia nestled obediently in his arms like a kitten. Ah, she was sleeping quite soundly.

He quietly got out of bed, washed up, and went downstairs to the living room.

Xiaomin has already prepared breakfast.

"Xiaomin, is your dad's leg feeling better?" Wang Xuesen asked.

"I'm recovering well, and now I can walk with crutches. Thank you so much, brother," Xiaomin said happily, while putting sandwiches and milk on the table.

Mrs. Mao will be coming over to play cards this morning.

"Prepare a few of your best dishes for lunch to treat them well."

Wang Xuesen finished his meal in a few bites, picked up his coat and bag, and went out the door.

……

Arrived at the office.

Wang Xuesen hadn't even settled into his seat when Ding Mocun called him over.

"Xuesen, Li Shiqun handed me a personnel report, wanting to transfer you to the interrogation room. What do you think?" Ding Mocun asked, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

"Interrogation room?"

"It's all so smoky and disgusting, and I can't stand the sight of blood..." Wang Xuesen said with a troubled expression.

"Young people need to exercise more."

"Anyway, Hu Junhe is in charge of the interrogation room, so you'll just be watching the show if you go there."

"I think that's fine too."

Ding Mocun tapped the document, his tone more like an announcement than a discussion.

"Alright, since Uncle has spoken, I'll accept the arrangement," Wang Xuesen said reluctantly.

He cursed Ding Mocun's mother in his heart.

This guy is truly blinded by lust; it's obvious that Ding Yingying approves of him replacing her.

Little did they know that Ying Ying had long been Li Shiqun's woman.

Hey, that was a perfect dive!

"Okay, it's settled then."

"By the way, Miss Zheng's birthday is tomorrow, and she wants to invite me to go shopping with her to buy jewelry. You know I've been busy lately."

"Go and keep her company for me."

Ding Mocun thought for a moment and then gave further instructions.

His plan was simple.

Firstly, last month, Zheng Pingping invited him to her home. Ding Mocun saw several suspicious figures near the alley. Fortunately, he was alert and did not get out of the car, and the driver left in time.

Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Furthermore, Zheng Pingping didn't receive much benefit from me.

She's so young and beautiful, is it really because of her past "teacher-student relationship" that she's willing to give her youth to a married man?

This is strange.

As far as Ding Mocun knew, Zheng Pingping had quite a few suitors.

Wang Xuesen is young, dashing, and talented. If he were to approach Zheng Pingping, and this woman were indeed a secret agent from the mountain city, Wang Xuesen would very likely be assassinated.

This is a good opportunity for testing.

Secondly.

Zheng Pingping is going to celebrate her birthday and go shopping at a jewelry store, which will definitely cost her a lot of money. Ding Mocun can get away with it for free, but as for paying out of his own pocket, with so many mistresses, he should try to spend as little as possible.

Wang Xuesen went there; would he dare not pay for his own woman?

It's a win-win situation.

"Uncle, this isn't a good idea. There are so many people coming and going in the mall. If rumors start circulating, I'm afraid it will be bad for you," Wang Xuesen thought to himself, feeling a headache coming on.

He admitted that Zheng Pingping was very seductive and attractive.

But this is a rose with thorns; I might be in danger.

"Why."

"You're all my subordinates. Isn't it normal for young people to go shopping and celebrate their birthdays?"

"It's settled then."

Ding Mocun knew Wang Xuesen's nickname and his "glorious record" of challenging the White Rose, and he was not without worry that Wang Xuesen would take away the one he loved.

However, compared to investigating Zheng Pingping's identity and expenses.

He felt that even if the two of them got together, it would be a minor matter.

After all, he rarely went out and stayed hidden in No. 76. With so many mistresses outside, how could he possibly keep an eye on them all? These days, everyone just plays around with each other.

Let whoever wants to go.

As long as they can come to serve me whenever I summon them, that's enough.

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"Director, is it really necessary to go?" Wang Xuesen asked reluctantly, frowning.

"This is a mission!"

"I can't possibly cancel my work to go celebrate her birthday."

"You have a duty to fulfill, so please bear with it."

"Besides, Miss Zheng is a great beauty, not a tiger. She's not going to eat you up after a meal or a stroll around town."

Ding Mocun first put on a stern face, then patted his shoulder and smiled reassuringly.

"Alright, I'll obey." Wang Xuesen reluctantly accepted the task.

……

After leaving Ding Mocun's office, he went to Shibuya for drinks and a chat, deepening their friendship over time.

11:00 AM.

Hu Junhe came knocking, blowing on his center-parted bangs, and said with some dissatisfaction, "Brother, Director Li called me. You're in charge of this interrogation."

"Your brother's got some nerve, transferring to my territory without a word. You could at least have given me a heads-up."

"Old Hu, how can you not see the situation clearly? It's not that I want to make a move, it's that I need to make way for someone else," Wang Xuesen explained in a low voice.

Hu Junhe smacked his cheek.

He had something to hide; he knew that Lao Li suspected him of tampering with Wu Kaixian's arrest last time.

This is an attempt to reduce power.

Oh well, what can I do if I messed up? I guess I'll just have to accept it.

"Hey, I was just kidding. I've been so busy all day, I'm tired of this lousy interrogation."

"We'd love for you to take over."

Hu Junhe tapped Wang Xuesen's chest and grinned.

"Then let's go. A new broom sweeps clean, and I'm relying on your help, brother." Wang Xuesen took a sip of tea, rinsing his mouth which reeked of alcohol.

"No rush, brother, are you drinking with Commander Shibuya again?" Hu Junhe closed the door and pulled him to sit down.

"no way."

"Your brother won't report me to Director Li, will he?" Wang Xuesen asked with a smile, unbuttoning his Zhongshan suit and putting one hand in his pocket.

"How is that possible?"

"We are... brothers."

"How's my shipment going?"

Hu Junhe smiled shrewdly, then changed the subject and asked in a serious but urgent manner.

"It's not easy to get it out."

"Zhang Xiaolin now controls most of the underground smuggling channels, especially Hongji Shantang, which is very strict about opium, making it difficult for them to sell."

"The main reason is that buyers are afraid of getting into trouble."

"You know Zhang Xiaolin's personality. Let alone going against him, even if you secretly call him a traitor, he can wipe out an entire family."

"How many journalists, editors, and scholars in Shanghai have he assassinated?"

Wang Xuesen rubbed his forehead, looking puzzled.

"what!"

"What should we do then?" Hu Junhe asked, feeling frustrated.

"What, are you in a hurry for money?" Wang Xuesen raised his eyebrows and asked.

Hu Junhe nodded: "That's right. You know my wife Xiaoyun has suffered a lot with me through all the hardships we've gone through. I've got my eye on a house near the racecourse."

"Although the location is a bit remote, there is a Japanese military police outpost nearby, so it's safe."

"And I've also taken a fancy to a few thread-bound ancient books."

"As you know, I enjoy collecting calligraphy and paintings, and practicing my handwriting."

"You said you urgently need the money for all these things, why is it still stuck?"

Wang Xuesen gestured for him to calm down: "Old Hu, everyone knows your calligraphy is unmatched by Yan Zhenqing and Liu Gongquan. Let's put the book purchase aside for now; your wife has it tough, and we need to find her a place to stay right away."

"Here's what we'll do. You know the black market price, so I'll buy it for you at 10% above the market price."

"It was poured out."

"If you make more profit than you expected, I'll make up the difference for you."

As he spoke, he opened his briefcase, took out several gold bars and two rolls of ten-dollar bills, and handed them over.

"Brother, where did you get so many US dollars? This is hard currency, a rare commodity!" Hu Junhe exclaimed in astonishment.

Wang Xuesen leaned back on the sofa, arms outstretched, and grinned smugly: "Old Hu, if I didn't have some skills, would I dare to do this business?"

"That's right, I heard you even sent people to Zhang Yuan's place?" Hu Junhe laughed.

"No wonder he's an intelligence officer, his eyes and ears are really sharp." Wang Xuesen pointed at him while holding a cigarette.

"I don't have that ability."

"It's just that Director Li has a keen eye for talent."

He took a puff, a perfectly measured arrogant smile playing on his lips—a smile that showcased his abilities without being too sharp to arouse envy or resentment.

"I know quite a few people, and I have a good eye for them."

"When are you going to let me recommend you, bro?"

Hu Junhe blinked, hinting.

"Don't worry, you'll get plenty of opportunities, brother," Wang Xuesen said with a smile.

We arrived at interrogation room number 1.

Hu Junhe raised his hand and winked, his meaning clear: this was a "perk" from Director Li to Wang Xuesen, granting him a fleeting romance.

Wang Xuesen went inside.

White Rose sat in the chair, looking dejected. When she saw Wang Xuesen, she exclaimed with delight, "I knew you heartless bastard would come to save me!"

"Sorry, I broke your perfect attendance record. Were you feeling really uncomfortable last night?" Wang Xuesen teased her with a wink.

"What do you think?" White Rose pouted and said coquettishly.

Wang Xuesen unlocked her handcuffs, took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders: "Go back and tell Master Zhang that this was just a routine investigation, and the director will treat him to drinks another day."

"You can go back and get some good sleep now."

"And you?" White Rose teasingly drew circles on his chest.

"I'll pass."

Wang Xuesen smiled, half-reminding and half-teasing: "Your woman is like a walled city. People outside desperately want to get in, but those who have been inside want to escape."

"If you can't handle the effort, just putting in the work without experiencing it will lose its appeal after one try. It's better to just go your separate ways."

……