Chapter 610: Phone

Back to the hotel.

In a good mood.

Dinner. Shower. Sleep.

Everyone was happy because they had received their holiday bonuses. Smiles were on everyone's face.

The service staff at the Huaqiao Hotel also received their bonuses from Zhang Yong. At least two silver dollars each. It was quite a good income.

Before the legal tender was fully implemented, the silver dollar was undoubtedly the most popular.

For most families, two silver dollars could buy a lot of supplies.

At that time, the price of a silver dollar could buy 50 catties of the finest pork!

And that was still a silver dollar with uneven colouring. If it was a silver dollar with good colouring, it could buy 60 catties of pork without a problem.

In short, everyone was in a good mood.

Except for the Japanese spies locked in the basement.

Of course, Zhang Yong didn't care whether they were in a good mood or not.

After fooling around with Yang Lichu for a while, he was sent to bed. He had been running around all day and was really tired.

He had a dreamless night.

He woke up in the morning and it was already high noon.

He looked at his watch. It was already past nine.

Time flies.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve.

But there is still a lot to do.

The previous desire to lie down and relax lasted less than three hours.

Alas...

I was born to work.

In my previous life, I worked 996 hours a year, and now I'm working 007 hours a year.

What should I do today?

I still have to continue digging for treasures.

I still have to continue capturing more Japanese spies.

There are only a few scattered Japanese spies in the basement, and I won't be able to hand in my work in the future.

I have to capture at least 50. It would be best to get at least 100.

Otherwise, if we only manage to catch a few in Hangzhou after so many in Shanghai, Nanjing and Tianjin, the bosses won't believe us. They'll think we're complacent and not trying hard enough. And that would be the end.

He still wants to get promoted and get rich!

At least a colonel's rank...

Suddenly there's a knock on the door.

He opens it.

'Captain, there's a phone call for you. It's from Secretary Mao at the headquarters on Ji'e Lane.'

'Thanks!'

He had just got up when the phone rang.

It didn't ring in his room. It rang in the next room.

Zhang Yong had switched rooms to sleep in. He didn't want to be woken up in the middle of the night by the phone.

Secretary Mao?

What could she want at this hour?

It couldn't be anything bad.

He picked up the phone.

'Hello...'

'Shaolong, it's me!'

'Secretary Mao, hello! I wish you a happy Chinese New Year in advance!'

'Haha. Thank you. I wish you a happy Chinese New Year too.'

'Secretary Mao, what are your instructions? Please speak.'

'I can't really call it instructions. I just wanted to tell you the good news. Your name has been put on the waiting list for the Order of the Blue Sky and White Sun.'

'Ah? Thank you, Secretary Mao! Thank you, Sir!'

'You deserve it. If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't be able to have a prosperous year!'

'I'm afraid I don't deserve it. I'm afraid I don't deserve it. It was all my duty.'

'Unfortunately, our secret service still doesn't have enough power, so for now we can only get you on the waiting list. You may have to wait for the second or third batch.'

'That's already very good. I'm flattered.'

'You don't need to be modest. This is your glory. It's also the glory of our secret service. Your mission to Hangzhou this time was arranged by the Air Supply Department. We won't interfere. You just do whatever they tell you. Understand?'

'I understand. I'll do my best.'

'Good. Good. Good. The Director is very pleased. Special dispatch, let me give you this call. Say he was right about you. Tell you to do a good job.'

'Thank you, Director! Thank you, Secretary Mao!'

'I'll pick you up at the station when you return in triumph.'

'Thank you!'

'You did a good job yesterday.'

'Yesterday?'

'The Director was very satisfied.'

'Ah...'

Zhang Yong was at a loss for words.

The phone had already hung up.

Zhang Yong held the receiver. He stood there, a little dazed.

He realised something.

It was...

That Medal of the Blue Sky and White Sun was not what Mao Renfeng wanted to talk about.

The point was the last two sentences.

Yesterday...

The Director was very satisfied.

What had he done yesterday? Caught a Japanese spy?

Definitely not.

He caught Japanese spies every day. Nothing new.

Oh...

I see...

He had a conflict with Xu Enzeng. And he kicked Ye Wansheng.

With his abilities, the Director must have known.

And he was very satisfied...

Haha.

I guess he felt very loyal.

He didn't give Xu Enzeng any face. And he kicked Ye Wansheng. It's like cutting off his own way out.

In the future, who would want him except the Secret Service?

Of course the Director is satisfied.

Where else can you find such a loyal subordinate?

Besides, it seems that I haven't brought the Special Branch into disrepute. I didn't let Xu En-tsung suppress me.

Good. The Chief likes this.

Mao Renfeng specifically called to remind him, probably to win him over.

After all, he is the secretary and also the head of the Fifth Section. Although this Fifth Section is mostly a nominal position, it is still a merit when the occasion calls for it. This King of the Rolls is also a clever man. Of course he knows how to ingratiate himself.

Then everything will be fine.

Later, when he competed with Ye Wansheng for people and with Jinling for people, when he went to the big boss, he took it all for granted.

He should compete!

Whether the target was a member of the Red Party or a Japanese spy was irrelevant. In short, our Special Affairs Department could not be disadvantaged. You sort out one place, so what? Our Second Department just doesn't care about you. We are not afraid of taking the case to the Committee even if we have to fight our way there.

Besides, apart from the insane, who would bring such trivial matters to the attention of the committee? If they did, it would become a joke, right? The Party's Department of Investigation could not afford to lose face. Xu Enzeng could not afford to lose face either.

'What are you spacing out for?'

Yang Lichu's voice came from behind.

Zhang Yong came back to his senses. He put down the phone. He told her about the Order of the Blue Sky and White Sun.

'Huh?'

'Really?'

Yang Lichu was very surprised.

She also knew about this medal. The requirements were very high.

Moreover, the first batch were only awarded to those senior military officers. At least they were above the rank of lieutenant general.

What is Zhang Yong's rank now?

Captain.

Oh, the Air Force has a major attached to it.

'Alternate.'

'That's also very impressive.'

Yang Lichu looked around and saw that no one was around. Suddenly, she put her foot up and kissed him.

Zhang Yong: ???

Wow! Is happiness so sudden?

He wants to put his arms around her. Unfortunately, she has already cunningly left. Only her beautiful back is left behind.

Zhang Yong: ...

This little bitch! Every time she teases me and then runs away...

Damn it...

Sooner or later...

'Ring ring ring...'

'Ring ring ring...'

Suddenly, the phone rings again.

He has to obediently answer the phone.

The call is from Chen Qingquan, the head of the finance section at headquarters.

The image of a laughing Buddha immediately springs to mind. This Chen is really fat.

'Shaolong!'

The voice of the finance chief is unusually kind.

Luckily, it's over the phone. Otherwise, Zhang Yong suspects that the other person will pick him up.

That's what happened last time. He almost couldn't breathe when Chen was holding him. It's hard to believe that there's such a fat guy in the secret service.

Obviously, this Chen is also supported by bigwigs.

'Section Chief Chen, I wish you a happy New Year in advance. I hope you have good fortune like the East China Sea, a life span as long as Mount Nanshan, happiness for your family, and all the best in everything!'

'Yes, yes, yes, I'm in a really good mood this year, thanks to your kind words...'

The two men laughed and chatted.

Section Chief Chen didn't mention money once, but he couldn't have been talking about anything else.

Zhang Yong understood.

This was an encouragement to continue working hard next year!

Of course, catching spies is important. But helping the secret service make money is even more important.

This year, the finance chief had the best year of his life.

Welfare was distributed early.

Everyone was very happy.

After a long chat, they hung up.

Not long after, another call came.

'Is that you?'

It was actually Li Jingzhi calling.

Oh, she had been transferred to the headquarters on Goose Lane for further training. Her main focus would be on code-breaking. Her mentor would be Jiang Yiying.

In fact, Li Jingzhi did have a good education. After all, she was a teacher.

However, it seemed that there were still difficulties in trying to break codes. Or perhaps it was almost impossible.

She could only learn slowly from Jiang Yiying and the others.

It wasn't as if code-breaking was completely impossible. 1% effort, plus 1% talent, and the remaining 98% was all down to luck.

If you suddenly get it one day, or if you get it right by chance, it's possible.

Of course, most of the time it's just thinking.

Who else's voice did I hear?

Oh, it was that person. Who. Who. What was her name? What was it?

After a while, Zhang Yongcai remembered. It was Shen Dong'er.

Yes. It was Shen Dong'er. She's probably also working in telecommunications with Li Jingzhi right now.

Unfortunately, he couldn't tell her the news that Li Jingqian had been injured.

He couldn't even tell her that he had met Li Jingqian. Perhaps the sisters had not been in touch for a long time. They didn't know each other's situation.

It was also unlikely that they would say anything intimate over the phone. The phone could be bugged.

Or, it must be bugged.

The result was a perfunctory enquiry about how you were getting on, and then the call ended.

Alas...

Feeling lost...

For a moment, I didn't know what I was feeling.

Lao Bai had returned.

It seemed that he was preoccupied.

'Have you investigated the traitor yet?'

'No.'

'I have a clue...'

'What clue?'

'Today...'

Zhang Yong told him about Jin Lin's trap.

Lao Bai's face suddenly changed.

He blurted out:

'It's him!'

Then his face became even more serious.

Zhang Yong didn't ask who it was.

However, the indication was so obvious that Lao Bai should be able to deduce it.

Moreover, from Lao Bai's face, it could be inferred that this person might still hold a certain status within the organisation.

That was also the case with the person surnamed Gu back then.

That was why Lao Bai was so nervous.

'I've brought the person back. Let's ask him together! We can make a final judgement after that.'

'Good.'

'You continue to play the role of Ichiro Misaki.'

'Good.'

Lao Bai was anxious.

He was eager to report to the organisation. But Zhang Yong held him back forcefully.

This is a matter of great importance. We must get to the bottom of it.

If someone is being wrongly accused, that would be a great loss to the organisation.

Arrange for someone to get ready.

Soon, the dancer was brought in.

This woman had obviously seen the world. She was no stranger to scenes like this.

Even when they met, she cooed and called Zhang Captain. Unfortunately, Zhang Yong didn't have a good impression of people like her.

'Answer our questions honestly.'

'I know!'

'When did you start working for the Japanese?'

'What Japanese?'

'The one who pretended to be a member of the Red Party, he's Japanese.'

'Isn't he a member of the Red Party?'

'Do you think the Red Party would call themselves the Red Party?'

'You're right.'

'Tell me everything you know about him, or you're an accomplice to a Japanese spy...'

'Hey, officer, you saying I'm harbouring members of the Red Party I can accept. But you saying I work for the Japanese, that I definitely can't accept. When have I ever received any Japanese? I despise the Japanese. Okay...'

'Don't talk about other things. Keep talking.'

'His name is Gu Yanzhong. He's the master of the Gu family watch shop.'

'What?'

Zhang Yong was stunned.

She actually knew exactly who he was.

So...

Did Jin Lin know?

Damn...