Chapter 585: Name

'Acting Director? Me?'

'What's the problem?'

'Well...'

Zhang Yong suddenly realised that there didn't seem to be any problem.

It was an acting position. It wasn't official. He could do whatever he wanted. There were no KPIs or other assessments. He could do the job if he wanted to, or go on strike if he didn't.

And he was the villain. No one in the huge police station dared to say anything to him.

What? No professional skills? Not needed.

What professional skills are needed to be the boss? There are plenty of professionals below.

As a leader, all you need to do is to pull the capable people over and let them work for you. A leader manages people. Not things.

Just look at Lin Beiqiu.

The guy is quite professional.

There must be more than one Lin Beiqiu in the police station.

There may be many other professionals who have been sent to the cold bench. Just get them all.

Do whatever you want.

Do whatever you like.

It would be best to do something wrong, leave a mess behind, and then let Li Boqi sort it out himself.

Didn't he want to take a vacation? Haha. Dream on...

'Okay. I'll represent...'

'That's it.'

Li Boqi hung up the phone.

Zhang Yong: ?

No. Just hung up? Without saying a word?

Hey, I'm doing you a favour here! I'm representing you here! Shouldn't you give me some encouragement?

Do I owe you?

Oh, it seems like I really do owe him...

If he hadn't dragged me into the Revival Society, where would I be today?

He put down the phone.

Okay, I'll represent.

I'll represent with full authority.

Looking at the two people beside him, who looked puzzled, he said bluntly, 'The boss said he's busy and ordered me to temporarily represent the director.'

'Director...' Liu Huaihong and Lin Beiqiu looked at each other.

They were a little happy.

And a little apprehensive.

They were happy because Zhang Yong was an acquaintance. It would be easy to deal with him.

They were apprehensive because they didn't know what trouble this guy would cause as the acting director. Rumours had it that Zhang Yong was never afraid of anything.

Just look at the three dead Japanese spies outside. They haven't been disposed of yet.

The three Japanese spies were executed directly in front of the police station. They were shot to death in a hail of bullets. A total of 150 bullets were used.

Before that, the newspaper was invited to take photos for the front page. All kinds of chaos, really afraid that the world is not in chaos. When the Japanese side found out, I don't know how they would be blown up. It's just that Zhang Yong can bear it. This guy is really not afraid of the Japanese going berserk!

Start working.

The first thing is to move the office upstairs.

Move it where?

Of course it's moved to the director's office on the second floor.

That office is big, spacious and bright, and Zhang Yong has long had his eye on it. Since Li Boqi is not coming, he'll just take it.

Everything that previously belonged to Cao Jianchang has been cleaned out.

This is the old rule.

Who wants the things of a dead person? It's unlucky.

If it were anyone else, they might not even want this office. They think the feng shui is bad.

But Zhang Yong and Li Boqi are both superstitious. They are both experts at physical exorcism.

What's there to fear from a ghost?

Even if Sadako climbs out, Thomson will smash her to pieces.

Nice place.

Sit down. Put your legs up on the desk.

Very rude.

Very uncouth.

But it's so comfortable!

Lin Beiqiu: ...

Liu Huaihong: ...

Okay, get used to it from now on.

This Zhang Yong is ruthless when it comes to catching spies, but when he's got nothing to do, he's lazy as hell.

What a...

common man!

But common people are good. Common people are easy to deal with.

'Come on!'

'Let's figure this out together.'

'I don't know anything, but don't worry. I'll take the consequences. I won't get you into trouble.'

Zhang Yong gets to work.

He deliberately leaves out one name: Li Boqi.

If anything happens, Li Boqi and I will take the blame. Hehe. Li Boqi was the one who took the brunt of the blame.

The focus was on personnel arrangements.

All the veterans of the 29th Army were transferred and incorporated.

From then on, they were full-fledged police officers of the Tianjinwei Police Department. At the same time, they were also special agents of the Fuxing Society.

They were mobile in nature.

In the future, if there was a need, they could also be transferred to other places.

With the ambitions of the Chief, the Military Security Bureau will expand very quickly in the future. By then, even a small soldier will be of great use.

People like Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi don't have much seniority now. But by 1938, they will have been there for three years and can become team leaders.

To put it plainly, if you want to be the boss, you need people, guns and territory.

The Chief's control of the Tianjinwei Police Department is actually about seizing territory! With this territory, you can manipulate many things.

The Fuxing Society is being restricted? Then we'll start with the Tianjinwei Police Department.

Secondly...

Immediately shift our focus.

From now on, apart from maintaining daily law and order, we will monitor Japanese spies.

We must be good at spotting Japanese spies.

We must be good at capturing Japanese spies.

If we are sure that they are Japanese spies, or if they are highly suspicious,

arrest them!

Bring them back!

Zhang Yong will bear the consequences!

Set up a special counter-espionage department. It will be the best funded. It will have the best staff. It will have the best weapons. It will have the best work ethic. It will be ready to fight at any time.

When the military intelligence department expands in the future, we can also upgrade directly. Get a general headquarters of some kind.

I'm sure the director will agree. At that time, the director will be more than happy.

In short, the future is very promising.

'Lin, do you dare to catch the Japanese spies?' Zhang Yong looked at Lin Beiqiu.

'Yes,' Lin Beiqiu replied calmly.

'Good. You will be in charge of recruiting people and forming a team of 50 people dedicated to capturing Japanese spies.'

'Understood. But, aren't you...'

'I will also be capturing spies. But my methods will be different from yours. You can follow your own ideas.'

'Yes,'

Lin Beiqiu agreed.

He thought about it. Indeed. Zhang Yong's methods of capturing Japanese spies were too strange. He could not learn them.

Suddenly catching someone on the street and then determining that the other person is a Japanese spy. Such miraculous abilities, ten Lin Beiqiu could not learn.

He can only take things one step at a time: suspect, follow, confirm, then arrest.

'You go!'

'Yes.'

'You go too!'

'Yes!'

Lin Beiqiu and Liu Huaihong left one after the other.

Looking at the empty police station, Zhang Yong suddenly remembered something.

It so happened that the girls rescued from Baolin Temple could all be arranged to work in the police station.

If they were directly added to the Fuxing Society, some people might gossip.

The head of the department is a bit of a lecher, too. But he is actually very patriarchal.

In fact, the nature of the Fuxing Society's secret service department also means that it is unlikely to need too many female agents.

It's a life of blood and guts, and women definitely have to stand aside.

Even if there are some women, they all have special skills.

But the police department doesn't have such high requirements.

It would be completely fine to add in 20 or 30 girls.

Responsible for logistics.

In charge of telecommunications.

The police station's telecommunications requirements are not as high as those of the Fuxing Society. Anyone can handle it.

Of course, Zhang Yong also had selfish motives.

The police station was dead and dull, so bringing in a few girls would invigorate the spirit.

Mixing men and women makes the work less tiring.

The ancients said this long ago. It's mostly true to listen to the ancients.

Pick up the phone and get ready to find someone. When you want to dial, you suddenly remember that you haven't seen those girls for a long time, where have they gone?

Li Boqi hasn't sent them all back to their hometowns, has he?

Right, I'll call Li Boqi.

The old guy is dawdling and doesn't want to go to work, so I'll harass him on the phone.

We're a pair of father and son who hurt each other...

'What is it?' Li Boqi is concise and to the point. He seems in good spirits.

'Team leader, when are you coming over?' Zhang Yong deliberately brings up the pot that's not boiling.

'Not for the time being. Wait a few months.'

'What? A few months?'

Zhang Yong was dumbfounded.

Damn. I thought it was just a few days. But you're talking about a few months?

Are you kidding me? I don't get the salary of a director...

No, I have to go collect the director's salary myself. An acting director also gets paid, right?

'I've already spoken to the department head.'

'No...'

'When you leave Tianjin, I'll take over.'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong was at a loss for words.

Gosh, this statement is so vague!

When will I leave Tianjin? Only the devil knows.

Wait for instructions.

To be precise, wait for Chen Naide to arrive.

But when Chen Naide will arrive, no one knows. Perhaps they have not yet reached a final agreement.

It was said that he would arrive in 1936. But there are 12 months in a year!

A conservative estimate is that he will need to stay in Tianjin for at least two or three months.

Of course, if he is lucky, he might leave tomorrow...

Haha...

That's hilarious.

Suddenly, Lin Beiqiu hurriedly came over, as if he had something to report.

Zhang Yong had to put aside his other thoughts and get to the point. 'Team leader, I'm going to arrange for the girls rescued from Baolin Temple to work in the police station. Do you think that's a good idea?'

'Yes,' Li Boqi's answer was still short.

'Where are they now?'

'At the Yuan residence.'

'Ah? What are they doing at the Yuan mansion?'

'I had to find somewhere to put them up. Where else would I put them up if not at the Yuan mansion?'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yongshi shut up.

At the large warehouse at 49 Shihu Street? Definitely not.

There wasn't even a decent toilet. Men, they don't care. They can just go wherever they like. Women, on the other hand, can't.

The Yuan residence is actually very good. Although it has been damaged by the gunfight, it has all the necessary facilities and equipment. It is also very high-class. With a little tidying up, it can be ready for people to move in. They are women, so they will know how to clean and tidy up. The whole place will be a cosy nest.

As for safety...

No one would dare to attack them. Unless it's the Japanese.

But the Japanese also have a characteristic, which is that they value men over women, much more so than the Chinese.

The secret service agency under the Japanese military department does not have a single woman. They also disdain to make women their targets. Beautiful women are just trophies.

'I'm busy with important matters,' Li Boqi added.

'This is what I consider important matters,' Zhang Yong became anxious.

What do you mean?

Are you saying I'm playing around?

Men are superior to women...

I don't want to say anything more. I'll be going now. Hang up the phone.

Tell Liu Huaihong to come. I told him what had happened. I asked him to find jobs for the girls.

It didn't matter if I was temporarily idle. I needed to get familiar with the situation first.

Then I turned to Lin Beiqiu.

'What is it?'

'Director, a Japanese man has been killed.'

'What Japanese man?'

'A Japanese businessman called Keisuke Yamada.'

'What kind of business?'

'He said he traded in souvenirs. But behind the scenes, he was smuggling antiques and cultural relics. I've been keeping an eye on him for a long time. I even reported him to Cao... Cao Jian Zhang. But nothing ever came of it. This Yamada started out in Jinan, the spring city. Then he moved to Tianjin.'

'Antiques? Cultural relics? Smuggling?'

'Yes.'

'Don't worry about it. It must be an internal power struggle.'

'But if the Japanese consulate asks...'

'I'm the acting director. I'll handle it.'

Zhang Yong took full responsibility.

While others were afraid of the Japanese consulate coming knocking, he wasn't.

The Japanese consul-general in Tianjin was Shigeki Akiyama, wasn't he? He came to see him? Haha. It was a good reminder for him to remember the US$5,000 consultation fee!

But...

'Take a few people and come with me to the scene.'

'Okay,'

Lin Beiqiu agreed.

Zhang Yong also called a few veterans. They were all dressed in police uniforms.

They carried guns. Ammo was loaded. They also brought scopes and other equipment.

Soon after, they arrived at their destination.

It was a very small alley. The shop was also very hidden.

It was just a tourist shop. It was just a front. It was actually a business selling antiques and cultural relics. They were desperately looting Chinese national treasures.

Now that the warlords are fighting each other and the people are suffering, no one has the ability to protect these national treasures. So they have become a hot commodity for foreigners. People from the UK, the US, France, Germany, Italy, etc., are all heavily engaged in the trafficking of Chinese national treasures. The Japanese are of course no exception.

Enter the shop. The inside is full of dirt.

It is completely different from the dirt outside. It is mostly black soil. It is obvious that it was knocked off from the top of the antiques.

Sure enough, there were many messy cultural relics on display on both sides of the aisle. They looked like they had been dug up from a tomb.

So, they had been tomb raiders.

Could it be that the deceased was someone from the Sycamore Agency?

I didn't ask Kintaro Nogaya much before, but it's possible.

Someone from the Sycamore Agency...

Killed...

Either a colleague.

Or an anti-Japanese element.

No matter what, Zhang Yong didn't bother to investigate.

Japanese people, if they die, they die.

It's best if they all die.

'The deceased showed signs of having been tortured...'

'Torture information, please.'

'The deceased's expression was very fearful, as if he had encountered something terrible...'

'An acquaintance committed the crime. Unbelievable.'

'Strange, nothing was lost. Many valuable cultural relics were not lost...'

'Then it wasn't a colleague. It could be revenge.'

Zhang Yong's rough judgment.

A normal murder case. No big deal.

'And...'

Lin Beiqiu hesitated.

He felt that Zhang Yong might not want to hear it. But he couldn't not say it.

After all, his profession did not allow him to withhold important information. Otherwise, he would not be a professional detective. Nor would he be able to convince others.

'What else? Just say it.'

'Judging from the wounds on the victim's body, the murderer should have deliberately tortured the victim, causing the victim to suffer in pain for a full seven to eight hours or so before finally gasping for his last breath...'

'What are you trying to say?'

'The murderer and the victim must have had a deep grudge. The murderer didn't want to kill the victim with one stab, which would have been too easy. So he deliberately tortured him slowly to release his hatred.'

'That makes sense. What then?'

'The victim left a word on the ground, which could be the murderer's name...'

'What word?'

'Come and see.'

Lin Beiqiu led Zhang Yong to the muddy ground at the back.

This was the first scene of the Japanese man's torture and murder.

On the ground, there was a small character '李' (Li), which should have been scratched out by the victim's fingernails.

There were three characters scratched out. But two of them had been shovelled away.

In other words, the murderer found the name. And he shovelled away two of them. But he deliberately left one.

Odd...

Could it be that the murderer's surname was Li?

So he didn't shovel it away. Deliberately misleading others to track it down?

Or maybe, his surname was really Li. But he didn't care. Maybe he even deliberately wanted others to know?

Sigh...

Headache...

He really can't do professional things.

It's better to leave it to Lin Beiqiu.

If he can investigate, he will. If not, forget it.

Suddenly, a large group of red dots appeared at the edge of the map.

Well, the Japanese are here.

Happy.

Good things are coming.

Get ready to pick up the money in a sack!