Chapter 656: Chen Nade is here

I never hit people.

I don't hit people.

At noon, I received the notification. The meeting was in the afternoon.

I didn't meet Ye Wansheng during lunch. Boring. I didn't see Ding Mucun either.

It seems that Ding Mucun's arrival was just a formality. Put a little pressure on Ye Xiufeng. Let the other party know that from now on, there is still a Third Division!

The Third Division has to come from behind.

It has to become the most handsome guy!

At 3 pm, the meeting started on time.

Zhang Yong arrived right on time. Not too early, not too late.

One second too early is a waste.

One second too late, and you're late.

The layout of the meeting room is also very clever.

I don't know who was so genius as to come up with the idea of a big jumble of seats. It's like a meeting of the United Nations.

In the middle is Ye Xiufeng's seat. It shows that he is the leader of the joint investigation team.

In the three directions around him are three different departments.

Zhang Yong sees his name tag. Not bad, directly opposite the door. Is that the main seat?

To his left is the Party Affairs Investigation Department. He sees Ye Wansheng. To the right is the Postal Inspection Department. He sees Li Shiqun. Ding Mucun doesn't show up.

Ding Mo-cun had indeed come to cheer up Li Shi-qun.

He was now the director of the postal inspection department, on an equal footing with the other two departments. How could he possibly attend a meeting like this?

Li Shi-qun was the section chief. Zhang Yong was the team leader. Ye Wan-sheng was the team captain...

Wait. Ye Wan-sheng didn't seem qualified enough?

Then he saw Feng Ji-liang enter. Oh. He was the representative of the first department.

OK. Everyone was here.

They were all acquaintances.

Let's start the meeting.

'Ahem!'

'Ahem!'

Ye Xiufeng cleared his throat.

Zhang Yong buried his head and scribbled away. He was drawing a beautiful girl's head.

He could do a bit of the two-dimensional beautiful girl's head. He quite liked it in his previous life. Unfortunately, he wasn't very good at drawing.

Why do you like meetings? Because you can draw!

You don't have time normally. But you definitely have time in meetings. Otherwise, what's the point of coming to meetings?

You can't fight...

At meetings, I can concentrate on drawing. I never have to worry about being interrupted. It's quieter than being alone.

'Zhang Yong!'

'Zhang Yong!'

He suddenly heard someone calling his name.

Zhang Yong silently put down his pencil. He listened carefully. He realised that it was Feng Jiliang calling him.

Him?

Why was he calling him? Did they know each other well?

'Zhang Yong!'

At that moment, Ye Xiufeng's voice came.

Zhang Yong finally understood. Ye Xiufeng had called his name. But he had been daydreaming.

Oh...

Sorry...

Stand up...

'Director Ye!' Zhang Yong stood to attention, "at your service!'

Ye Xiufeng: ?

The others: ?

What Director Ye?

Why did you call out like that?

Zhang Yong thought to himself, I did it on purpose.

I deliberately called out "Director Ye'. It wasn't a mistake anyway. You'll be the director in the future.

'I'm the deputy director...'

'You will be promoted to director sooner or later.'

'Be careful what you say.'

'I take responsibility for what I say.'

'Sit down.'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong sat down obediently.

Ye Xiufeng hesitated. The others all had different expressions on their faces.

Feng Jiliang thought to himself, this Zhang Yong really knows how to flatter. He flatters in such an innovative way.

Director Ye...

He really dares to say that.

However, it is indeed possible for Ye Xiufeng.

Compared to Xu Enzeng, Ye Xiufeng's background is obviously stronger. It's just that the timing is not right.

Everything has a first and a second.

Xu Enzeng first sat on the throne of the director, and the latecomers can only wait.

If Xu Enzeng goes down one day, the one who replaces him will definitely be Ye Xiufeng. There is no other candidate.

However, Xu Enzeng is still in power.

I don't know what Ye Xiufeng is thinking.

'Meeting. Don't say anything else,' Ye Xiufeng said slowly.

'Yes,' Zhang Yong replied loudly.

Then he buried his head.

He continued to draw.

Ye Xiufeng thought he was concentrating on taking notes.

The others couldn't help but look at him with puzzled expressions. When did this Zhang Yong become such a diligent student?

It was as if the sun had risen in the west.

When did this Shanghai beach bum become so motivated?

Then he felt something bad coming.

Rascals are not scary, but when rascals are educated...

'Zhang Yong!'

Ye Xiufeng suddenly called out again.

His voice was much softer than before. It seemed that he had quite a good impression of him.

Anyway, flattery will get you everywhere. It's impossible to say that Ye Xiufeng doesn't want to be the director. He's crazy about it.

However, Xu Enzeng has been holding on to it, so there's nothing he can do for the time being.

'Present!'

Zhang Yong immediately stood up.

He thought to himself, you Ye Xiufeng are crazy! You just told me to sit down, and then immediately called my name.

Damn it...

I'll go beat Ye Wansheng up when we get back.

His uncle is such a nuisance. Beat you to death.

He gave Ye Wansheng a sideways glance.

Ye Wansheng: ?

What are you looking at me for? I didn't do anything to you. You bastard...

He couldn't help but feel a little shocked inside. He reminded himself that when the meeting broke up, he had to escape as quickly as possible. He must not let Zhang Yong catch him.

That psychopath.

He's completely unreasonable. If he catches me, I'm dead.

'Sit down and talk.'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong sat down.

He continued to draw...

'Tell me what you know about the plan for the big thunderstorm,' Ye Xiufeng said.

'I don't even know what's going on,' Zhang Yong said angrily, with a dumbfounded expression on his face, 'I just caught a Japanese spy who said there was such a plan. There was also some data. So I reported it. Later I learned that the data was from a German plane. I don't know anything else.'

Ye Xiufeng lowered his eyebrows and looked down, gently guiding him, 'Did you not follow up afterwards? Or did the Special Branch of the Rongfu Society arrange for someone else to follow up?'

'I don't know!' Zhang Yongzhu gave an honest reply, 'I had something urgent to do afterwards, so I hurried from Tianjin to Beiping, then flew back to Jinling from Beiping, and rushed from Jinling to Hangzhou. I didn't even have time to sleep with a woman in between. If you hadn't mentioned the name of the Big Thunderstorm Plan, I would have forgotten it.'

'Didn't your secret service department compile the relevant information?'

'I don't know. Anyway, I didn't receive it. No one told me about it either. Our department head probably forgot about it.'

'This was a task personally arranged by the Commissioner, how could he forget?'

'Director Ye, you're asking me, and I really don't know! I was still in Hangzhou before I received the task!'

'Then you should contact your department. Collect all the information as soon as possible.'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong obediently agreed.

Zhang Yong saw in the corner of his eye that Li Shiqun on his right seemed to have rolled his eyes.

This guy, although vicious, really can't hold his temper. Obviously, he is dissatisfied with Zhang Yong.

We agreed to stir up this matter. Why are you so cooperative?

Just say you don't have any information.

You don't know anything.

Zhang Yong gave Li Shiqun the OK sign. To show the other party that he can be trusted.

Li Shiqun frowned. He couldn't understand Zhang Yong's sign. But this was not the time to talk. He could only lower his head in frustration.

'Now, what questions do you have...'

'Director Ye, I have a question.'

Zhang Yong raised his hand.

Ye Xiufeng nodded. He indicated that he could speak.

Zhang Yong stood up, looked around, and said in a low voice, 'Director Ye, I don't understand, what exactly are we doing?'

'What are we doing?' Ye Xiufeng frowned, 'Didn't your department head explain it to you?'

'Our director didn't say anything,' Zhang Yong shook his head. "I just want to know what we're investigating, who we're investigating, and who we're reporting the results to. Also, who's responsible for the expenses during the investigation...'

'Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" Ye Xiufeng interrupted him hastily.

One head, two big problems.

This Zhang Yong, he speaks too directly.

They're all open-ended questions!

There's no easy answer to any of them.

In fact, Ye Xiufeng himself is also confused.

Frankly, he couldn't answer any of the questions Zhang Yong had mentioned.

What was the investigation about?

The 'Thunderstorm' plan. But what was the 'Thunderstorm' plan? No one knew.

Who was the investigation looking for?

Japanese spies? It seemed like it. It should be. But he wasn't sure.

Who was sure that the 'Thunderstorm' plan was carried out by the Japanese? What if there were other people? What if it was all a false impression?

Well, if he couldn't answer these two most basic questions, what was the point of investigating?

It was all the pressure of the Germans. However, the Germans themselves didn't know exactly how to investigate. They even called in the Gestapo.

I don't know why the Germans are so nervous. An investigation team must be set up.

Ye Xiufeng was temporarily appointed as the leader of the investigation team, but in fact, he didn't know anything.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have taken so long for the joint investigation team to meet for the first time. And they chose such a remote place.

No clue.

Just guess.

I have no idea how to proceed.

The formation of this joint investigation team is more like an excuse to the Germans.

The committee can tell the Germans that they are already working hard...

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong then shut up.

But he remained standing. He did not sit down.

This posture indicated that I am waiting for your answer. I need you to answer.

The result...

'You sit down.'

'But...'

'We still need to study these issues...'

'Study now?'

'Yes.'

'Okay then!'

Zhang Yong sat down. He looked at the clock.

It seemed to be 20th February today. There were only six days left until the 226th Mutiny.

It was quiet outside.

There was no news of the mutiny at all.

But this also proved that the mutiny would definitely happen.

The calm before the storm...

'Report!'

Suddenly, there was a voice at the door.

It was Lu Hai.

'Director Ye, I'll be going out for a while.'

'Go ahead!'

Zhang Yong walked to the door.

'What is it?'

'Team leader, headquarters has informed us that Eagle has arrived at the pier. You are to go there immediately.'

'Now?'

'Yes.'

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong agreed.

So busy. Too busy to split myself. Too busy to handle.

I feel like I should be paid at least three times. Otherwise, I'd be sorry for all the hard work I've put in.

Eagle came quickly.

The Americans are really quick to act!

I just don't have the heart for a meeting.

I don't know anything, so what's the point of the meeting? I immediately excused myself.

Ye Xiufeng didn't stop me.

Zhang Yong arrived at the dock. The map showed no red dots. That was strange. There were no Japanese?

It seems that I don't need to be so nervous.

Maybe...

From the perspective of a time traveller, the arrival of Chen Nai-fu might seem like a big deal.

After all, it was Chen Nai-fu who founded the Flying Tigers. At a time when the Nationalist Air Force was in dire straits, the Flying Tigers provided a great deal of help.

Thanks to the early involvement of Chen Nai-de, the arrival of American aid was also very timely.

At the same time, thanks to Chen Nai-de, a friendly and pleasant personal relationship was established between the wife and the senior American officials. A lot of assistance was obtained.

However, the Japanese were not time travellers.

They could not have known in advance that Chen Nai-de's arrival would have such a big impact.

Therefore...

It is possible that the Air Supply Department is overthinking things.

The Japanese were not that nervous about the arrival of Chen Nai-fu, and probably did not have any assassination plans.

Mortars outside Hangzhou's Jieqiao Airport. They were probably aimed at that lady.

'Director Zhang!'

Someone was hurrying up ahead.

Oh, it's someone from the Air Supply Department. They had arrived at the pier early.

Zhang Ping and Yang Lichu were already here.

They were just Air Supply Department staff, not as busy as Zhang Yong, and had been waiting at the pier for a long time.

Zhang Yong then went over to join them.

'Brother Zhang,'

'Shaolong,'

Zhang Yong greeted Zhang Ping.

Compared to the people in the Special Branch of the Fuxing Society, the people in the Air Supply Department were very simple.

Really.

In Zhang Yong's opinion, they hardly knew anything about the outside world.

It might be because they had been working within the Air Force for a long time. They rarely interacted with outsiders. Therefore, they were easy to deal with. There was also some trust.

As for the pilots, almost all of them were blank slates. Some were even very naive.

This includes Yang Junjian, the defector. Because they are naive and simple, they are easily seduced by the Japanese spies.

If they had been replaced by the old bones of the Special Agency for the Restoration of the Republic, would they have fallen for the temptation of women? Don't be ridiculous! They would have eaten the sugar coating and thrown the cannonballs back. It is simply impossible to be fooled.

'The ship will soon dock.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong then waited patiently.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, a huge ocean liner appeared at the end of the horizon.

In those days, the only way to travel from the west coast of the Pacific to the east coast was by ship. No matter how important you were, you had to take the ship. The journey took at least 20 days. That's because there were no planes that could fly across the Pacific. Flying wasn't safe enough either.

It was World War II that greatly stimulated the development of the aviation industry. It greatly improved aviation technology. The performance of aircraft has made great progress. This ultimately improved the overall level of air transport. Travelling by plane has gradually become one of the main modes of transport.

I feel a little sad. War is truly a double-edged sword...

No wonder the Big Thunderstorm Project triggered some uncontrollable consequences. Technology has a huge impact on war.

A typical example: radar was a dimensional blow to the Japanese lookout posts.

It was useless for the Japanese to take cod liver oil to strengthen their night vision! 100.0 vision was useless against radar.

A thought occurred to me...

Should I include radar in the intelligence plan?

On second thought, it was too risky. Forget it. If the Japanese knew about it and developed radar in advance, then we were finished.

That said, it seems that the Japanese did study radar. But they went down the wrong path. It didn't work out. So they gave up.

If the Japanese had gone down the right path, then it's hard to say what would have happened on the Pacific battlefield.

The ocean liner slowly pulled into port.

It gradually came within the scope of the map monitoring. No red dots were found.

The huge passenger ship was packed with tiny white dots. There could be thousands of people on board. But there were no Japanese.

Indeed, the Japanese did not take the arrival of Chen Nai-de seriously.

At that time, almost every passenger ship from the United States had many Americans on board. How could the Japanese pay special attention to Chen Nai-de?

At this moment, Chen Nai-de seemed to be inconspicuous. He blended in with the crowd.

One after the other, guests disembarked.

The long journey had left everyone mentally and physically exhausted.

Zhang Yong watched from afar.

He didn't need to greet the guests. He only needed to ensure safety.

It was Vice Minister Min who did the greeting.

'Shaolong,'

came Yang Lichu's voice.

Zhang Yong turned around. He saw Yang Lichu approaching with a folder.

He nodded. He went up to greet her.

'What is it?'

'This is for you. Top secret. After reading it, sign it and return it to me.'

'Thank you,'

Zhang Yong reached out and took the folder.

He opened it.

Inside were several technical documents.

They were plans for the expansion of the Jieqiao Airport. They were very detailed.

He was puzzled...

'What is this...'

'Protecting the safety of the airport is also your Third Intelligence Division's task.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong nodded. Then he looked up at Yang Lichu.

What do you mean your Third Intelligence Division? Don't you have a share in it? We're a husband-and-wife team now. You're the official director!

Forget it. This is family business. There's no need to be so clear about it. I can't argue with her.

'Anything else?'

'Any leads from the mortars?'

'I've been called back to Shanghai. I haven't finished here yet.'

'Madam wants you to take on a part-time job in the Security Department.'

'Security Department?'

'Yes, the department that oversees all airport security.'

'What position?'

'Deputy Director.'

'Great!'

Zhang Yongxin readily agreed.

In charge of all airport security guards, it feels very cocky.

It should be noted that the airport security guards under the Air Force Department are quite a lot. On this side of Jinling Daxiaochang, there are thousands of people.

On this side of Hangzhou Jieqiao Airport, it has now increased to a battalion. There are more than 300 people.

Although they are all lightly armed, the freedom is very great.

Let's put it this way, except for the commander-in-chief, no one else dares to ask. The commander-in-chief is also embarrassed to ask.

Arrange for your wife to go and help with something. Then you're going to be asking questions every day, aren't you going to be annoying? You might not even get to eat. You'll be sleeping alone at night.

However, that's not the point.

The point is that the Security Office is also responsible for protecting the fuel depot.

This is very important.

At that time, the most precious supplies, apart from weapons and ammunition, opium and tobacco, were probably fuel.

Aviation gasoline was especially precious.

It seems that at the time there was no such thing as aviation kerosene, so everyone just called it gasoline.

Gasoline is an absolute dangerous good. It is very different from diesel fuel. It is highly flammable and explosive. Therefore, it must be supervised with the strictest measures.

However, the ingenuity of some people means that no matter how strict the measures are, there are loopholes.

Some popular literature once mentioned that some people resold fuel and enriched themselves. They made a fortune.

At the height of the madness, even the oil that had been transported with such difficulty on the camelback route was sold. This infuriated the Americans.

One advantage of being the deputy head of security was that you could find out who the oil rats were.

You could be sure that neither Madam nor Commander Qian would do such a thing.

They too hated the oil rats.

So who was it? He actually had some longing for the future.

'Are you happy about the promotion?'

'No.'

'You're not happy?'

'There's nothing to be happy about getting promoted. But I can get rich. That's happy.'

'You...'

'Arrange it for me. I want to take on the role of deputy director as well.'

'Got it.'

Yang Lichu held out her hand.

Zhang Yong took out a stack of US dollars and gave them to her.

But...

They were returned.

Oh, it was a misunderstanding. Someone else wanted the folder.

Yang Lichu obediently took back the dollars. She signed her name. Then she handed back the folder. Yang Lichu held the folder in her arms.

Over there, Vice Minister Min of the Ministry of Finance had already received Chen Nai-fu. He asked him to get in the car.

Okay, for the time being, Zhang Yong had no further business.

Chen Nai-fu would first go to Jinling to meet with the lady. Then they would discuss the next move.

According to his own wishes, he should want to go to the Jieqiao Airport first to see the situation. However, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Since he had set foot on Chinese soil, it was not up to him. Besides, Chen Nai-fu was not as single-minded as Stilwell. He still knew how to be flexible.

'I'm going back to Nanjing.'

'Goodbye.'

Zhang Yong nodded and saw Yang Lichu off.

Relieved, he felt like he had got one thing off his mind. Chen Nai-tai had arrived. All was calm. That was good.

It was best if nothing happened. He could just laze around. Laying low...

'Boom!'

'Boom!'

At that moment, there was a gunshot from the side.

It was the sound of a US-made Springfield M1903. It was the security guard from the empty chips department who had fired.

They were the only ones with rifles like that.

Well, it was too early to be happy.

Something had gone wrong.