Chapter 345: Sir!

Zhang Yong led the team back to the headquarters on Goose Lane.

It was already dark. But the headquarters was still bustling with activity.

Red lanterns hung outside the door.

Small lanterns were also hung inside.

Today was a very special day – the Mid-Autumn Festival. A traditional festival. A time for families to reunite.

Ordinary people had gone home to reunite as much as possible.

However, the members of the Fuxing Society are not ordinary people. They are military personnel.

In the minds of the leaders, there is no such thing as holidays for the Fuxing Society.

Especially under the leadership of Mao Renfeng, the super-curly-haired king, going home for the holidays is an extreme luxury.

Being able to go home for a meal is already a family joy.

After eating, they hurry back. Otherwise, the phone will ring in a while. Everyone is busy with their work.

Even the telecommunications department is busy during the New Year.

Zhang Yong looked inside the department as he passed by, and saw that they were all very busy.

Ling Yan and Jiang Yiying were also there. I guess they didn't go home.

I don't know what they're busy with.

He went to the finance department. He handed over the goods he had seized from Tian Yuman.

Of course, there were some small, especially valuable treasures that had already fallen into his pocket. But apart from that, there were still more than 10,000 taels of silver.

Tian Yuman was a woman, and she had amassed tens of thousands of dollars.

'Captain Zhang, come, come, come, the finest West Lake Longjing.' Chen Qingquan, the head of the finance department, was very enthusiastic and wouldn't let go of Zhang Yong.

'Thank you, Chief Chen. Then I won't be rude.' Zhang Yong also hoped to get along with Chen Qingquan.

More friends, more ways. It will still be beneficial in the future.

Even if you can't help in a crisis, don't throw stones at someone who's fallen.

Someone as arrogant and domineering as him must have offended countless people secretly.

At this moment, there may be countless hidden arrows trying to shoot at him.

For someone like Chun Yu Qiong, just ignore him. But for everyone else, if you can get along, try to get along.

Sit down. Have some tea.

It really is the finest West Lake Longjing. It's fragrant and sweet. The aftertaste is still sweet.

'I should give you an award,' Chen Qingquan said with a smile, "Good Samaritan, you have really contributed a lot to our secret service.'

'This Tian Yuman, she has actually been bought by the Japanese," Zhang Yong said angrily, 'Those damned devils are really everywhere!'

'The Japanese pay with money. You are in charge of arresting them. You are in charge of confiscating their property. Isn't that great?'

'That's right. That's pretty good,'

Zhang Yong nodded seriously.

Indeed, that was a good idea.

The Japanese invaders' money would end up in his pocket.

Or in the pocket of the Restoration Society.

Of course, some of it would also end up in the pocket of the Red Party.

Unfortunately, the Red Party always seemed to resist him, and was not very happy to associate with him. He didn't want to stick his neck out for a cold shoulder, so it was just as well.

When the full-scale war broke out and the Kuomintang and the Communist Party of China cooperated to fight the Japanese, it would be too late to cooperate then.

'Here, Mooncake, pomelo.'

'Thanks!'

Zhang Yong took out a pomelo.

Was it really a Sha Tin pomelo? And was it available at this time of year?

He took a slice and tasted it. It seemed to taste quite good. It was indeed a Sha Tin pomelo. It seemed to be a little sweeter than the ones from later generations.

'Was it shipped from Guizhou?'

'Yes. By air.'

'By air?'

'The Air Force delivered it. They take a little with them when they return from training.'

'Oh.'

Zhang Yong understood.

The Air Force did have such conveniences.

Or rather, it is one of the benefits of being in the air force. Cargo is transported quietly.

There are checkpoints on the ground. There are inspection teams. But there are none in the sky. As long as the cargo is loaded onto the plane, it flies directly here, unimpeded.

What's the big deal about transporting a little pomelo? There will be more tricks in the future.

There is almost never a shortage of money for pilots.

Where do you think the money comes from?

'Mooncakes, pick whatever flavour you like.' Chen Qingquan is very enthusiastic.

There was actually a late supper at headquarters tonight.

Although it wasn't as extravagant as the one at the Shanghai office, the food was still very plentiful.

Everyone got to take some mooncakes home.

The staff on duty also got an extra portion.

With money in his hands, the boss certainly wasn't stingy.

Objectively speaking, Boss Dai really wasn't mean to his staff. As long as they didn't engage in corruption.

'I like the ones with five kinds of nuts.'

'That's rare. Not many people like five-nut mooncakes. Here. This one. It's got extra five nuts. It's really something. It's full of stuffing.'

'Thanks!'

Zhang Yong took it. He ate a piece.

Mmm, it's delicious. So he ate another piece. And another piece. And another piece...

He finished the mooncake with extra five nuts.

Chen Qingquan saw that he liked it so much, so he simply gave him the rest of the box of extra-deluxe five-nut mooncakes.

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong was also polite. He took them directly.

After giving the finance department so many big ones, what was a box of mooncakes?

He would catch some more Japanese spies later...

Suddenly someone arrived, 'Captain Zhang, the department head is looking for you.'

Zhang Yong was taken aback, 'The department head is still here?'

'Yes,' Chen Qingquan said with a smile, "he went to deliver mooncakes to the Chairman and his wife this afternoon, and has just returned.'

'Oh. Then I'll go and see the Director." Zhang Yong took the mooncakes with him.

He brought the mooncakes to see the Director.

He didn't see Mao Renfeng. Nor did he see any of the other junior secretaries.

So, was the Director on duty alone?

So he knocked on the door.

'Report!'

he shouted.

But there was silence inside, no response.

He was puzzled.

Could it be that the office manager wasn't there?

'Shaolong, you're back?' The office manager's voice came from behind.

'Yes,' Zhang Yong turned around hastily.

Then he saw the office manager walking up behind him.

His subconscious told him that the office manager wasn't in a good mood. It seemed that his face was set in grim determination.

But he didn't dare to ask any questions.

'Come in!'

'Office manager, I brought mooncakes...'

'I'm not in the mood to eat. You can eat them yourself!'

'Office manager...'

Zhang Yong asked cautiously.

Could it be that he was about to be criticised? That would not be good.

Right now, he was clinging to the thighs of the department head. If the department head was unhappy, he would definitely not have a good time either.

Damn it, who was it that was secretly plotting against the Special Services Department?

Carefully, he put the mooncakes away...

'You eat them. Don't worry about me,' the department head said as he sat down. He organised the drawers.

'Well, Director, I wouldn't dare eat it if you look like that!' Zhang Yong said bluntly. He was young and not afraid of being scolded.

As the saying goes, if your boss scolds you, it means he hasn't given up on you.

If he had, he wouldn't bother to scold you. Then you're really screwed.

Li Boqi scolded him a lot. But after that, he would teach him personally.

'It's got nothing to do with you,' the department head waved his hands, "It's the top that wants to set up the Military Intelligence Bureau and incorporate us and them. They're called Division 1, and we'll be called Division 2. They're also setting up a Division 3.'

'Oh..." Zhang Yong picked up a mooncake. He cut it carefully. He waited quietly for the rest.

If that was all, the department head wouldn't be unhappy.

Could it be Xuan Tiewu?

No, that's not right either. Xuan Tiewu is still in Shanghai, isn't he?

'Chen Lifu is going to be the head of the bureau.'

In the end, the Director himself made his move.

Zhang Yong finally understood. So that was it.

The Director didn't want an additional boss over him. Being controlled.

That was for sure. It was so much more comfortable being directly under the Committee. One more boss would mean one more restraint. It definitely wasn't that free!

The Chen brothers and the Director didn't get along very well.

The Director definitely wouldn't be happy with Chen Lifu becoming the head of the bureau. He would be targeted.

The feud between the Special Branch and the Party Affairs Department would take more than ten volumes of Dream of the Red Chamber to write.

If the Chen brothers were allowed to ride roughshod over the Director, the Party Affairs Department would definitely retaliate furiously. Xu Enzeng and Ye Xiufeng were no saints either.

Silence.

They ate mooncakes in silence.

This was a fight between the big shots. The little guys couldn't get involved.

The Director had already given him face by telling him the truth to his face.

'Pop!'

'Pop!'

Suddenly, there was a gunshot in the distance.

Zhang Yong subconsciously looked up. Did the gunshot sound like it came from afar?

Strange, what's going on?

Who fired the gun?

"Pop!'

'Pop!'

More gunshots came.

Did it sound like a Type 83 rifle?

Strange...

Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, a time for family reunion...

Who is making so much noise and fighting with the Japanese?

The Type 83 rifle seems to be used only by the Japanese invaders. Ordinary Chinese people rarely use it.

Isn't the Mauser fragrant?

Isn't the Water-Lian-Zhu fragrant?

He turns his head to look at Chu Zuo. He finds that he is completely unconcerned. It seems that he has not heard the gunshots at all.

So he no longer pays attention. The gunshots have nothing to do with the Fuxing Society.

If anything, it is the business of the police department and the military police headquarters. The security management of Jinling is the responsibility of the military police headquarters and the police department.

The military police commander, Gu Zhenglun, was a powerful man in charge of six military police regiments. Four of them were based in Jinling. The total strength of the military police was over 5,000.

The Fuxing Society was a bit like the FBI in later times, only concerned with solving crimes, not day-to-day matters.

'Ring ring ring...'

'Ring ring ring...'

Suddenly, the phone rang.

The head of the department picked up the receiver. He didn't know what he heard. Suddenly, he stood up.

He seemed very angry.

'Zhang Yong is here with me! Eating mooncakes in my office! How did he get to the Japanese Consulate and shoot?'

Then...

'Pang!'

He slammed the phone down.

Zhang Yong: ?

What's going on?

Me? Japanese Consulate? Shooting?

Hey, what's going on?

Don't backstab me like that!

I was just eating mooncakes in the boss's office, a million miles away from the Japanese Consulate.

And that gunshot just now...

Huh?

Did it come from the Japanese Consulate?

Who the hell was so brave as to shoot at the Japanese Consulate?

And who would suspect me?

Damn, this is bad.

I didn't provoke anyone, and now the blame is on me?

Fortunately, at this moment, I was right in front of my boss.

Otherwise...

Footsteps suddenly came from outside.

Zhang Yong stood up. He noticed Mao Renfeng rushing in.

'Director.'

'What is it?'

'We've lost contact with the Changgang Road surveillance point.'

'What?'

'I've already sent Liu Daowu with some men to check it out.'

'Son of a bitch...'

The director's face turned ashen.

Zhang Yong hastily put down the mooncake in his hand.

Something big has happened, right?

What does it mean to lose contact with a surveillance point?

"Eat your food!'

'Finish it all!'

The director suddenly pointed his finger at Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong: ?

'You wait for the call in my office,' the supervisor continued.

'Yes,' Zhang Yong replied hastily.

He never did find out what was going on.

Can I go back to my office and eat slowly?

Stay in your office? I'm scared! There must be a lot of secrets in there, and if there's any suspicion...

However, the supervisor didn't give him a chance to speak, and already he was hurrying off with Mao Renfeng.

Zhang Yong...

sank down on the sofa.

Suddenly, he felt that the five-nut mooncake was not delicious at all.

Shit.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival!

It's fine that he can't go home. But he can't go back to be with his friends.

He is alone in the house...

So sad...

Suddenly, there was a shadow outside.

Zhang Yong: ???

Then, Dai Yice's voice drifted in, 'Hey? Shao Long, why are you here?'

'The director told me to wait here for a call,' Zhang Yong answered moodily.

Dai Yice stood in the doorway. 'Are you alone?'

'Why don't you come in and keep me company?' Zhang Yong looked forward to it.

'No, this is the Director's office!'

'What are you doing? Aren't you going home? You don't seem to be on duty tonight, do you?'

'I went home for dinner and came back. They're playing. We don't have anything interesting to do. I was afraid I might get some work, so I came back early. I guess the others are about the same.'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong was doubtful.

Are they all so dedicated, except for Mao Renfeng?

Oh no...

Everyone is curled up so tightly...

'Dai!'

Suddenly, Yan Guangkun's voice came.

Zhang Yong: ...

OK. I believe it. They are all curly. Yan Guangkun has also returned.

'Yan, come here!'

'What for?'

'Come here, I want to show you something.'

'What is it?'

'Someone is being punished by standing.'

'Who?'

Yan Guangkun then came over.

Dai Yice pointed mysteriously at Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong: ?

Hey, don't just stand there! I'm not standing here because I've been punished! I haven't made any mistakes!

I'm just waiting for a phone call, okay?

'Shaolong, what's going on?' Yan Guangkun believed him.

'The director and Secretary Mao have gone out. I'm waiting for a phone call here,' Zhang Yong answered honestly.

'See what you're saying!' Yan Guangkun turned to look at Dai Yice.

'If I didn't say that, would you have come?' Dai Yice giggled, "Usually you wouldn't dare go near the Director's office, would you?'

'Get lost!" Yan Guangkun snapped, turning to look at Zhang Yong, "Shaolong, do you want some green grapes? They're chilled.'

'Yes," Zhang Yong nodded.

You're all just watching the monkey! If there's something delicious, hurry up and offer it.

The Director's words have pinned me down here. This is really boring!

'Wait!'

'Right away!'

Yan Guangkun turned around and went to get it.

Dai Yice followed him with a smile.

Zhang Yong: ...

Sigh, speechless. These guys, gloating!

I'm being punished by standing here, and you're all so happy about it? Hey, next time, whatever the benefit is, cut it in half, and then cut it in half again...

'Shao Long?'

Suddenly, someone else was swaying outside the door.

Zhang Yong looked sideways. It was Ling Yan, the head of the telecommunications department. And Jiang Yiying.

'Section Chief Ling!'

'Team Leader Jiang!'

'What are you doing here?'

'The Director told us to wait for the phone call.'

'Oh!'

Ling Yan waved at Jiang Yiyang. Jiang Yiyang quickly left.

Zhang Yong was about to speak when he saw Zhou Weilong, the Chief of Intelligence, pop up. He also looked at Zhang Yong curiously.

'Shaolong, what are you doing?'

'The Director told us to wait for the phone call...'

Zhang Yong answered listlessly.

Big brother, don't ask. I don't even want to answer. I'm back in the whole repeater...

Zhou Weilong nodded. To show that he understood. Then he walked away.

A moment later, he brought a tray of cut fruit over. He walked in. Put the fruit tray down. Turned and walked out.

'Thank you!' Zhang Yong said dryly.

'It's going to be a busy night,' Zhou Weilong said before he left the office.

'What happened?'

'Someone attacked the Japanese Consulate. Five Japanese soldiers were killed.'

'Who did it?'

'I don't know.'

'The Chief didn't ask you to investigate?'

'It's now the business of the Military Police Command. We haven't been notified yet.'

'Killing five soldiers...'

Zhang Yong was secretly amazed.

This attacker was quite something.

You must know that those Japanese soldiers were not good people.

The elite Japanese army garrisoned at the Japanese consulate was still very strong.

He had seen it for himself last time.

In a situation where both sides were using rifles, the odds were even.

Even someone like Tong Luohan or Lu Wang would not be able to kill five. At most, they would shoot one and be counterattacked.

But this attacker actually killed five Japanese soldiers!

Awesome, but also a little strange...

'Section Chief Zhou!'

'Section Chief Zhou!'

Dai Yice and Yan Guangkun have returned.

They are holding mooncakes, grapes, pomelos and cantaloupes in their hands. They have filled the tea table in front of Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong: ?

I'm doomed.

What was the last thing the director said?

Finished already?

I'm going to die.

There's so much, I won't be able to finish it in three days.

The love from the big bosses is really...

At this moment, Jiang Yiying returns. She is carrying two fruit plates.

There were mooncakes, melon seeds and other snacks on them. The fruit was all cut up too.

There was barely any room left on the coffee table.

It felt like there was enough for a big meal for eight people. No, it was enough for 18 people.

'Shaolong, come, have some of our telecommunications department's food.'

'Thanks!'

Zhang Yong picked up a slice of the cut up pear.

Just then, the phone rang.

He hastily shoved the pear into his mouth. He swallowed it whole. Then he picked up the phone.

'Hello...'

Then he was taken aback and reflexively stood to attention.

He blurted out:

'Chairman!'