Chapter 253: What kind of bad thoughts could the head of the department have?

Zhang Yong and Wen Zhenping returned.

Both of them looked happy, as if they were in a good mood.

Wen Zhenping buried his face in his bowl and devoured the tall pile of dishes on top of the rice. It looked like he was really hungry.

In fact, he was feeling pent-up.

He was being controlled by Zhang Yong. He was unhappy.

But he didn't dare to let it out.

So he took out his anger on the chicken and goose legs.

After finishing his own bowl, he picked up another braised pork shoulder.

He buried his face in his food.

Turning his sorrows into paste...

'What took you so long?' Dai Yice asked quietly.

'I was talking business with Boss Wen,' Zhang Yong said casually, 'and we got so caught up in it that we lost track of time.'

'Why do you still have some ink on your hands?'

'We signed a business memorandum. Black on white. To confirm.'

'Did you bully Boss Wen?'

'Of course he had to add a little spice to the deal if he was doing business with our Fuxing Club.'

Dai Yice thought to himself, so that's how it is.

This Wen Zhenping has also met his match in Zhang Yong.

This guy's nickname is actually not a very nice one. Someone behind his back called him a money-grubber even in death.

And there are also those who call him a hand reaching out from the coffin.

It means that he dares to take even the money of the dead.

It so happened that Zhang Yong took over Shengping Grain. After that, Shengping Grain cooperated with Haichang Shipping, and it was definitely Shengping Grain that got the advantage.

No wonder Boss Wen looked so miserable. He really was aggrieved.

After eating and drinking,

they returned home.

As soon as they entered the door, they were told that the boss wanted to see them.

So they went to see the boss. They found that Mao Renfeng was not there. So they fixed their makeup. Attention. Then they knocked on the door.

'Report!'

'Enter!'

came the voice of the director from inside.

He pushed open the door and entered. He found the director going through documents. The desk was piled high with paperwork.

'Director.'

'Back already? Are you hurt?'

'No.'

'I'll let Yize take charge of the detailed battle report. You don't need to worry about it.'

'Yes.'

'The Japanese spies have been wiped out. The Jinling incident can be considered closed. The remaining Japanese spies will probably not be so arrogant. I should have let you take some time off. You were tired some time ago. But the Japanese spies in Shanghai have also been quite arrogant recently. Li Boqi has called a few times to ask when you can go back. You are irreplaceable. You are a capable person, and you can only be asked to go back to Shanghai and continue your efforts.'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong answered in a straight posture.

Go back to Shanghai? Great! He had actually wanted to go back for a long time.

There were too many important people in Jinling. Sometimes you just couldn't do anything. But Shanghai was completely different.

Shanghai, the city of ten miles of foreign concessions, was a paradise for adventurers. It was a place where you could grow wild.

Objectively speaking, it was a perfect place for someone like him to survive.

Going back to Shanghai was like a fish in water. The people there were rich and they spoke nicely...

'Then I'll go back now.'

'No rush. You just wait here. Your Clouded Banner Medal will be returned to you shortly.'

'Thank you, Mr Director!'

Zhang Yong stood and waited.

Soon, Mao Renfeng returned. Smiling from ear to ear, he said congratulations.

He returned Zhang Yong's 7th Class Clouded Banner Medal.

Since Zhang Yong could not appear in public and could not be photographed, a simple award ceremony was held in the Director's office.

Now, Zhang Yong had two medals.

One 7th-class Baoding Medal.

One 7th-class Yunhui Medal.

'Do a good job!'

'Thank you, Director!'

'Go back and do it again!'

'Yes!'

Say goodbye to the Director. Go back to the new office area.

Look around. No real emotions. He's not sentimental.

'Zhongyang!'

'Here!'

'Liuji!'

'Here!'

'Yangzhi!'

'Here!'

'Pack up. We're going back to Shanghai.'

'Now?'

'Yes. Pack up. We're going back to Shanghai. Anything we can't take with us, we can leave here. Maybe we'll come back sometime.'

'Understood!'

Everyone went off to make arrangements.

Zhang Yong turned to Yang Zhi.

'Do you want to call your uncle?'

'No need...'

'Go to my office. Call your uncle. Tell him we're going back to Shanghai.'

'Okay!'

Yang Zhi went to make the call.

Soon, he came running back out. 'Captain, my uncle is looking for you.'

'I know!' Zhang Yong then came to answer the phone.

Yang Shanfu said on the phone, 'Shaolong, please take care of Yang Zhi.'

'Director Yang, Shanghai is a complicated place with all kinds of people from all walks of life, and there are foreign concessions from various countries. The Japanese also have a garrison in Hongkou. We may encounter more danger...'

'Shaolong, don't worry. You take him. Whatever the outcome, I won't have any complaints.'

'Okay, I'll take him.'

'Thank you!'

'Seriously, if Yang Zhi doesn't go, I'll be a bit uncomfortable!'

'It's all thanks to your good leadership.'

'Haha, Director Yang, you're joking. I'm the junior here.'

'There's no such thing as first or second in learning.'

'Okay, if anything happens, we'll be in touch.'

'If you need me,

'Good!'

Zhang Yong hung up the phone.

After a moment of silence, he said to Yang Zhi, 'Pack your things, let's go!'

'Yes!' Yang Zhi happily went.

Zhang Yong also packed his things.

No need to say goodbye. They were all undercover operations.

Besides, they were all bricks in the revolution, moving wherever they were needed. Maybe they would be back next year.

It was already September, and there were only three months left until the end of the calendar year.

Alas, time flies! It's been three months since I came to Nanjing. After a few months of back and forth between Shanghai and Nanjing, the year has passed.

It seems like I haven't done anything this year.

I've arrested a few Japanese spies, made a little money, and met a few beautiful women...

Thirty minutes later, everyone was ready.

So we set off, taking the train.

We boarded from the Xiaguan train station.

Coincidentally, Zhou Weilong, the chief of intelligence, was still stationed at the train station, so he came to see us off.

And the head of the operations team, Yan Guangkun. He was curious and asked, 'Why did you leave so quickly? There was no warning at all?'

'Team Leader Li asked me to come back,' Zhang Yong replied with a smile.

'Then let's go!'

'Goodbye.'

'Goodbye.'

Board the train. Depart.

All goes well. The train arrives safely at Shanghai Zhabei Station.

Li Boqi has sent someone to pick them up. But Li Boqi himself doesn't come. He says he'll be waiting at the office.

Take the car. Return to the office.

It seems that the office has been upgraded and the space has been expanded.

He quickly goes to see Li Boqi.

Fortunately, Li Boqi looks the same. He is still unsmiling.

'Team leader!'

'How do you feel about going to Jinling?'

'It's OK!'

'Do you know why the director suddenly asked you to come back?'

'No.'

He thinks to himself, didn't you tell me to come back?

Didn't you call a few times? The director had no choice but to let me come back.

What kind of evil intentions could the Director have?

"You, with your outstanding abilities, have already attracted the attention of those above you.'

'What do you mean?'

Zhang Yong was shocked. Is he trying to suppress me?

I don't seem to have offended any bigwigs, do I?

'The Director is worried that you will jump ship from the Fuxing Society and join someone else's camp, so he is sending you away from Nanjing. By keeping you out of sight from those bigwigs above, they will gradually forget about you.'

'What do you mean?'

'I don't want you to be too prominent and known by too many people.'

'Is that a good thing or a bad thing?'

'The Director has selfish motives. He doesn't want you to be poached by others.'

'Who can poach me?'

'Can Madam do it?'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong immediately shut up.

If Madam asked the Director for someone, the Director would definitely not dare not to give him.

In the years to come, the Director would always be by the side of the President and Madam. Whatever Madam asked for, he would have to give.

'You, you eliminated the Uranus spy Nabori too quickly.'

'Too quickly?'

'Cleanly. Anyone who saw it envied it.'

'I don't understand...'

'With your ability to handle things, many people envy the Fuxing Society!'

'Oh...'

'It's good to be back. There are too many big shots in Jinling. They all have connections. You never know when you'll offend someone's boss. And you won't even know it.'

'Yes,'

Zhang Yong agreed.

There were places in Jinling that he wouldn't dare go to.

For example, the place where Chiang Kai-shek lived. It was heavily guarded. He didn't dare go near it. He didn't want to get into trouble.

'Team leader, I'm back now. Just give me a task!'

'There's no task for the time being. When you have time, go find Shi Bingdao. Organise the scattered members of the 19th Route Army.'

'Yes,'

Zhang Yong agreed.

He thought he was going to be sent to catch Japanese spies.

Unexpectedly, it was about the 19th Route Army again. Sigh. It's better to catch Japanese spies; there's money in it.

However, the Japanese spies on the Shanghai beach, as long as they are affiliated with the Tong agency, basically all the key personnel have been arrested. There are only a few small fish left, which are of little use. It doesn't matter if they are arrested or not.

Okay. Prepare to go find Shi Bingdao.

Suddenly, he saw a tall and slender figure.

Oh, this is really an acquaintance.

Li Jingzhi.

Li Jingzhi was also stunned when she suddenly saw him.

She even blinked. She thought she was mistaken. Finally, she was sure she hadn't made a mistake. It really was Zhang Yong who had returned.

This guy...

She couldn't help but feel her face tighten up. She didn't know what to say.

Say that she missed him. A little. But not much. Seeing him, she felt a little happy. But not much. But if she didn't see him, she would miss him...

It was so confusing...

'Teacher Li, don't you recognise me?'

'When did you come back?'

'Just now. Why? Did you miss me?'

'I...'

Li Jingzhi blushed.

She was most afraid of Zhang Yong mentioning this. Because she and Zhang Yong lived in the same room.

She didn't know what other people thought about her. However, between her and Zhang Yong, there was indeed nothing untoward. Nothing out of the ordinary.

'You...'

'Don't worry. I'll go find Peilan and Peixue tonight.'

'Oh...'

'How's it going? How's your telecommunications studies going?'

'I'm still learning.'

'Let me test you. What's 7100?'

'Decline.'

'4255?'

'False.'

'3954?'

'Boundary.'

Li Jingzhi was quick to respond. She answered without thinking.

Zhang Yong, on the other hand, knew nothing about it. He asked casually. He found a book of telegraph codes. He compared it with the answers. They were all correct.

He didn't believe it.

Did she really remember all of them?

Try again.

'1447?'

'Term.'

'3381?'

'Jie.'

'5427?'

'Jing.'

Li Jingzhi got all the answers right again.

And she did it really quickly. It was as if she didn't have to think about it at all.

'No way!'

'That's amazing...'

Zhang Yong couldn't help but be impressed. Could it be that she was suited to a career in telecommunications?

Although remembering telegraph codes is only the most basic requirement, for many telegraph operators or code interpreters, the memory requirement is very high.

Because telegraphs are inherently very boring. A lot of content must be remembered.

The so-called 'retention of what one has seen'. For a genius like Jiang Yiying, it is a must. If you can't even remember, how can you decipher it?

Some telegraph operators, the really good ones, could read a telegram of several hundred words twice and remember it all. That was truly impressive.

Of course Zhang Yong could not expect Li Jingzhi to have the same genius-level skills as Jiang Yiyang. But it was definitely the better the better.

'Come!'

'What for?'

'Go to your room!'

'You!'

Li Jingzhi suddenly blushed.

What was there to do in her room at this time? Bastard, I don't want to with you...

'I want to test you again.'

'You...'

'Go!'

Zhang Yong pulled her away without further ado.

Other people appeared nearby and pretended not to see. They all knew exactly what was going on.

Li Jingzhi's 'man' had returned. Back to the room. There must be a good show. They say that a short separation is better than a long marriage, and that dry wood catches fire easily. How can this longing be quelled without a few lingering moments?

In fact, it's not like that at all.

Zhang Yong is really seriously assessing Li Jingzhi's telecommunications talents.

He had just spent a few hours on the train, exhausted, and had no desire to get physical with her.

Besides, he had to go back to comfort Pei Lan that night.

Two on one, it would be difficult. He had to conserve his energy...

The assessment began.

First, telegraph code. There were more than a hundred questions.

Li Jingzhi was indeed not simple. She answered them all correctly. She saw Zhang Yong's shocked gaze. She felt a little proud.

That bastard, it seems like he's really surprised. Hmph. Let's see you look down on me.

'Impressive,' Zhang Yong praised with a sincere heart.

'Hmph!' Li Jingzhi bit her lips.

In the past period of time, she really has worked hard.

Entry-level telegraph operators are only required to memorise more than 3,000 commonly used telegraph codes. She came up with all of them.

How many characters are there in all the telegraph codes? More than 9,000.

They are all completely random numbers, and you can only rely on rote memorisation.

'Knock, knock!'

'Knock, knock!'

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Li Jingzhi reflexively stood up. She was going to go and open the door.

But Zhang Yong held her back.

Li Jingzhi: ?

Zhang Yong reached out and unbuttoned the top of her cheongsam. Then he nudged her.

Li Jingzhi then understood that this guy was going to do the same thing as last time. Deliberately acting out a scene for other people to see. Obviously nothing was going on, but she had to pretend that there was.

However, this was also to protect her. Otherwise, she might be bullied.

Bastard...

No need for him to do it. She did it herself. Unbuttoned the cheongsam, messed up her hair, and with a resolute heart, pulled out a small piece of the undershirt inside.

Zhang Yong gave a thumbs-up. It showed his great satisfaction. She finally learned.

Bastard...

She cursed quietly inside.

But there was no hatred. On the contrary, there was an indescribable emotion.

Only then did she go to open the door.

Outside was Chen Mei, the head of the telecommunications team at the Shanghai office.

Li Jingzhi hid behind Zhang Yong. But what kind of person was Chen Mei? Naturally, she saw that her clothes were dishevelled, her eyes were panicked, and her face was flushed.

Pretending not to have seen anything, she said to Zhang Yong, 'Captain Zhang, there is something I would like to ask for your help.'