Chapter 88 Top Secret Intelligence

"When can you give me the money?" Shibuya was very realistic, even though the person in front of him was a "brother".

"Brother, don't you trust me to handle things?"

Wang Xuesen smiled shrewdly, took out a check from his pocket, and placed it flat on the tea table.

Wang Xuesen liked gold.

It's because they know that legal tender will eventually become worthless.

Shibuya prefers checks, as they are easy to store and can be directly wired to his wife in Tokyo.

"Yoshi!"

"Wang-san, what a great friend!" Shibuya gave a thumbs-up in praise.

Seeing that he was about to reach out his hand, Wang Xuesen placed his palm on the check and solemnly said:

"Why!"

"Brother, don't be anxious. We'll pay you the money and release him in return."

"That businessman's name is Jiang Shisheng."

Business is business.

If they take the money but don't release the person, and Shibuya doesn't refund the money, they can always rob someone else.

The Japanese devils are very cunning and treacherous.

We must be careful.

"Yes, yes, we must be fair and honest. Don't worry, I understand your Chinese customs." Shibuya gave an awkward laugh and withdrew his hand.

He got up, walked to the telephone, and dialed a number:

"Brother Haruno, I am Shibuya."

"I have a friend named Jiang Shisheng..."

After briefly explaining the situation, Shibuya, with one hand in his pocket, continued:

"Yes."

"This guy is practically crippled and has no value left. Keeping him in the military police station is just a waste of resources."

"Since there is no conclusive evidence, please be lenient and release them, Mr. Haruno. His Majesty the Emperor is currently promoting the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere, and the Chamber of Commerce has jointly vouched for their innocence. We also need to consider the social impact."

Yes, yes.

That's exactly what I mean.

"Thank you, Brother Yuanye. Oh, I asked someone to bring you some local snacks from Shanghai. Someone will be visiting you tonight."

"This is just a small token of my appreciation; I hope Brother Yuanye will accept it with a smile."

"goodbye."

After saying that, he hung up the phone with a relaxed expression and returned to his seat: "Wang Sang, Mr. Jiang, whom you wanted to protect, has been released by Yuan Ye Jun."

"Thank you, Shibuya-san."

"I knew that with you in charge, nothing was impossible."

Wang Xuesen offered a compliment, then got up and called Li Moli: "Mrs. Xu, the matter is settled. Let Mr. Jiang's family go to the military police station to pick him up."

"Call me back after he/she gets out."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Xuesen and Shibuya chatted happily.

Half an hour later, the phone rang.

Wang Xuesen accepted the call; the person had already been released.

Damn, those Japanese devils are pretty efficient at getting things done for money.

"Thanks, Shibuya-san." Wang Xuesen then pushed the check in front of Shibuya.

Shibuya picked up the check and put it in his pocket, looking at him with admiration and confusion: "Wang-san, with your talent, you are fully capable of taking on a more important position."

"I'm curious, why do you willingly choose to be a marginal figure?"

"Brother Shibuya, if I were Li Shiqun or Ding Mocun, and you wanted to do business with me, could Lieutenant Colonel Haruki and Okamura handle it?"

"It's lonely at the top!"

Wang Xuesen raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

Shibuya pondered for a moment, then nodded in deep agreement: "Your Chinese culture is truly profound and extensive!"

"That's right, just like my superior, Lieutenant Kobayashi, the captain of the Huxi detachment. I bet he doesn't have as much money as I do."

"That's a given. With me here, when we return to our hometown, I guarantee you'll have enough money for your grandson and grandson's grandson to never run out of. " Wang Xuesen said confidently.

"In that case, thank you very much, Wang Sang."

"Come on, cheers, my friend."

Shibuya was overjoyed and raised his glass again.

Wang Xuesen glanced at his watch; the sound of a car passing by could be heard outside.

He stood up and walked to the window.

It's Dingmo Village's car.

This guy has been transferred.

"I have to go." Wang Xuesen turned around and said goodbye.

Shibuya understood, got up and took a file folder containing top-secret information.

"It was personally sent by Chief Kagesa." He raised an eyebrow in acknowledgment.

"clear."

Wang Xuesen patted the file folder and smiled knowingly.

"Hurry up and take care of Dingmo Village."

"As long as Li Shiqun doesn't come back, my bills won't be settled, and that's all money."

Shibuya's eyes turned cold as he gave a warning.

"Don't worry, your bill for this month won't be shortchanged by a single penny." After saying that, Wang Xuesen got up and left with the documents in his hand.

Ding Mocun was inherently greedy.

Now that they've finally gained control, they're eager to make as much money as possible, leaving no room for Shibuya to skim off the top of the books.

Since Shibuya couldn't openly ask him for "tribute," the matter reached a stalemate.

As the saying goes, cutting off someone's money is like killing their parents.

If we're talking about who in the 76th Division most wants Ding Mocun to get lost and die right now, it's Zheng Pingping and Shibuya, even Li Shiqun has to be sidelined.

With his hands in his pockets, documents tucked between his fingers, and a cigarette dangling from his lips, Wang Xuesen strolled leisurely toward Ding Mocun's office.

Ding Mocun was inherently arrogant and disliked dealing with Japanese people.

Therefore, Wang Xuesen's role as advisor was specifically to relay and liaise with Shibuya and the Ume Agency regarding important top-secret documents.

dong dong!

"Director Ding!" he called out after knocking on the door.

"Director Ding went to a meeting at the municipal hall. If you need anything, just tell me," Mao Ziming said, walking out of the secretary's office and scratching his itchy crotch.

"Can you handle this, Syphilis Bro?" Wang Xuesen raised an eyebrow and glanced at him sideways.

"Damn it!"

I'll get you sooner or later.

"You slept with my wife, so I'll definitely sleep with yours. Just you wait and see!"

Mao Ziming couldn't beat Wang Xuesen in a fight, nor could he win an argument with him, so he angrily pointed at Wang Xuesen and turned to leave.

"Brother Mao, please wait!"

Wang Xuesen raised his hand and shouted.

Mao Ziming turned around and stared at him coldly.

"Brother Mao, it was just a joke, why are you so angry?" Wang Xuesen smiled, handed over the documents, and his expression became more serious.

"A top-secret document issued by the Mei Agency."

"For the director's review only, not to be archived in the confidential room, and to be destroyed after reading."

"Wait until the director returns, then you can give it to him."

"At least you know what's good for you." Mao Ziming snatched it away and cursed unhappily.

Wang Xuesen took a couple of steps, then turned back, smacked his lips as if reminiscing: "I forgot to mention, Lulu is very moisturizing, I like it very much."

"You bitch!" Mao Ziming gritted his teeth, his fists clenching so tightly they cracked.

"Thanks!"

Wang Xuesen smiled knowingly, shrugged, and swaggered away in his gleaming designer shoes.

"Son of a bitch!"

Mao Ziming, in a fit of impotent rage, punched the wall. After a long while, once he had caught his breath, he took the documents and returned to the secretary's office.

Then, quickly lock the door and draw the curtains.

His gaze fell on the document, and his heart began to pound.

Mao Ziming is currently short of money.

He treated his syphilis, smoked opium, and paid off high-interest loans.

The key is that he needs to make a lot of money to win back Li Lu's heart.

My wife used to hit me all she wanted, treating me like a toy.

Now that Wang Xuesen has taken her away, Mao Ziming can't swallow this insult. No matter what, he has to win Lulu back, or he'll lose face.

Some time ago, thanks to a friend's introduction to a black market intelligence dealer, Mao Ziming realized that intelligence was actually quite valuable on the black market.

Just then, Li Shiqun was suspended from his post, and the Intelligence Department and the Guard Brigade were transferred to the First Bureau. Security checks at No. 76 were much more relaxed, and Mao Ziming used his position as secretary to steal several documents, making quite a bit of money.

They said that top-secret intelligence like this, directly issued by the Mei Agency, would cost at least two thousand yuan, and if it involved intelligence related to the Nationalist government or high-ranking officials, it could cost ten thousand or eight thousand yuan.

This isn't intelligence; it's just gold bars and US dollars.

Should we take it or not?

Of course I have to take it.

What else can we use to exchange for opium, and buy Lulu designer brands to win her back?

Mao Ziming took a deep breath.

He definitely couldn't take the original, but that didn't stop him.

He quickly took out the red-covered document, carefully removed the sealed lacquer, and opened the document with trembling hands.

What comes into view is a line of shocking content:

Hsu Chao-lin, the newly appointed district chief of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS), will take office in Shanghai and will meet with the Yun'er Tea Shop at 43 Nanjing Road at 11:00 AM tomorrow.

Big fish.

It's an absolutely huge fish.

It's worth at least three to five thousand yuan.

They've struck it rich.

Get rich!

Mao Ziming's eyes lit up, and his breathing became rapid.

He quickly took out his miniature camera and took a picture.

Then quickly close the file and use a special technique to reapply the sealant.

……

5:42 PM.

The workday for employee number 76 ends at 5:30 PM.

42 minutes past the hour is the peak time for staff members to leave work.

Mao Ziming put on a suit, quickly hid the film roll in a hidden compartment of his handbag, glanced at his watch, took a few deep breaths to compose himself, and quickly went downstairs.

Now that the guard team is under the jurisdiction of the First Bureau, Lin Zhijiang is leading his fourth brother and a few other old comrades to check the guards at the gate.

The No. 76 outpost has always been known for its strict regulations.

Apart from Ding Mocun and Li Shiqun, who have the right to carry firearms at any time, the other action team members can only receive firearms when they are on missions or on field duty, and the serial numbers of each bullet must be recorded in detail.

When Wu Sibao was in charge of the guard team, the staff members had to be searched several times before and after get off work.

Especially during periods of frequent assassinations and high risk, people were even required to enter a dark room and undergo a naked security check before being allowed to enter.

Cars and other vehicles are also subject to strict inspection.

Now that the security check is being conducted by the same people from Linzhijiang, the atmosphere is noticeably more relaxed.

Especially during rush hour, they only conduct simple routine checks, body searches, and bag checks before moving on.

Unfortunately, Wang Xuesen was not far ahead of him in line at the security checkpoint.

Several clerks were inspecting the luxury armored car, with one of them using a flashlight to peer under the vehicle to check for any hidden or concealed intelligence.

"Old Lin, Fourth Brother, have a cigarette." Wang Xuesen offered a cigarette with a smile.

Lin Zhijiang smiled coldly and brushed aside the question: "Sorry, brother, it's during working hours."

"Fourth brother, conduct a body search." He walked to the side and waved his hand in a businesslike manner.

Mao Ziming saw it clearly and was secretly delighted.

Lin Zhijiang used to have a good personal relationship with Wang Xuesen.

However, after Director Ding took control of No. 76, Wang Xuesen, as a fence-sitter, was marginalized, and naturally, Lin Zhijiang, a snobbish and petty person, also distanced himself from him.

The fourth brother, with a long face, looked him over from head to toe. Just as he was about to let him through, Mao Ziming shouted, "Fourth brother, Captain Lin! Director Wang used to be an important figure in the confidential office and the finance office."

"You need to check carefully. If any information leaks out, Director Ding and Director Wang will punish you."

"Yes, yes, Secretary Mao is right." The fourth brother smiled broadly, nodding and bowing.

Then, with a long face, she waved to Wang Xuesen: "Advisor Wang, I'm sorry. Please take off your shoes and belt; we need to conduct a routine inspection."

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