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On the morning when the border area bandit suppression troops returned to their base, No. 29, Luojiawan, a mountain city, was as busy as usual, with a constant stream of vehicles coming in and out.

Song Minghao walked from the parking lot to the headquarters building while humming a little tune. He kept saying hello to the passing spies with a smile on his face and no airs like the deputy director of the Second Division.

"Hello, Director Song."

"Well, okay, are you going to go on a mission?"

"Yes, Director."

"Pay attention to safety and do your job well. When the deputy comes back, I will take credit for you."

After chatting for a while, Song Minghao wiped his thinning hair, climbed to the third floor in one breath, came to the door of Gu Qi's office, raised his hand and knocked, then opened the door and walked in.

Inside the house, Gu Qi was sitting at his desk, processing documents, looking a little tired. Looking at the pile of cigarette butts in the ashtray, it was obvious that he had not slept all night.

"Lao Gu, you can't do this. Your body will collapse. Don't rush for official duties. You have to take your time."

Song Minghao picked up the bamboo thermos bottle, poured a cup of hot tea for himself and Gu Qi, then walked to sit opposite the other party and pushed the cup over, saying with concern on his face.

"Take your time? Some people are just waiting to see our jokes. You can't take your time."

Gu Qi took a sip of strong tea, pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at Song Minghao: "As soon as the deputy seat left, this bastard Li Qiwu jumped up and down, and the inspection office found trouble with the first and second departments every day.

A few days ago, several brothers were monitoring suspicious persons in a restaurant. During the mission, they just ordered a few more dishes. He was stunned and didn't let go. MD, holding a chicken feather as a dart, something like that.

Everyone in the whole situation doesn't know that Li Qiwu is famous for being three feet tall, but now he is pretending to be the great master of Qingtian. Damn, I won't show off my virtue by taking a piss. "

Mentioning Li Qiwu, Gu Qi suddenly became furious. He rarely uttered a curse word and smashed the teacup in his hand on the table, spilling hot tea everywhere.

He was angry, but there was nothing he could do. Li Qiwu was the chief secretary and was in charge of the inspection room. He had the power to correct the atmosphere and rectify internal discipline.

On the other side, Song Minghao's expression suddenly changed, and he raised his head and lowered his voice: "Lao Gu, have you heard that Deputy Director Zhang Yifu is going to be transferred, which means there is a vacant position in the bureau, so you have to hold on tight. "

During the military rule and the Secret Service period, the top management had always had a structure of one chief and three deputies. Director Dai Chunfeng, Zuo Zhong who was in charge of business work, Zheng Tingbing who was in charge of logistics, and mascot Zhang Yifu.

Zhang Yifu is an old man from the Fuxing Society and a first-generation student in Huangpu. Since the 20th year of the Republic of China, he has served as a special agent, team leader, training director, party instructor, and director of the Nanchang Camp Investigation Section. He has a close relationship with the celebrities around him.

But Xiao He failed, and the Nanchang Airport fire broke out. Wen Yi fell out of favor, and the Operation Investigation Section was immediately abolished and integrated into the Secret Service. Zhang Yifu took a ride and became the deputy director.

This person's presence in the bureau is very low. He is considered a good guy. He doesn't do anything but doesn't cause trouble. He has a good relationship with Zuo Zhong and Li Qiwu.

After all, if you don't fight for anything, where can you find such a "good colleague"? Therefore, all parties are willing to give him a face and enshrine him as a clay statue of Bodhisattva.

However, the middle-level spies of the military command looked down upon Zhang Yifu at all, and often excluded him. When the matter reached Lao Dai, he supported Zhang Yifu on the surface, but never punished those who did wrong.

In such a working environment, Zhang Yifu was under great mental pressure and often couldn't sleep. He looked like a little old man in his thirties.

After enduring it for several years, the other party finally asked Shangfeng for a job change this year. If this continues, there will probably be more stars on the Military Command's Memorial Wall to the Unknown Martyrs.

Taking into account Zhang Yifu's qualifications and his contribution during the investigation class, with a stroke of a pen, Zhang Yifu was the good news in the delivery room - he was promoted and became a member of the attendant room.

But a question arises, who will take over the position of deputy director?

Intelligence work is different from other jobs. It is highly professional and not just anyone can do it. Especially now that the Sino-Japanese War is becoming more and more intense, the deputy director of the military command must be chosen carefully.

Therefore, if nothing unexpected happens, the deputy director must be promoted from within the military system. Currently, there are only two people qualified to compete for this position.

One is Li Qiwu.

One is Gucci.

Gu Qi is also a veteran spy in the Operation Investigation Division. He has served as investigation section officer, deputy section chief, and section chief. Later, he entered the Secret Service through Zheng Tingbing's relationship. He started as the deputy section chief of the Intelligence Section and worked his way up to the director of the Second Division.

It is also interesting to say that Gu Qi did not have a good relationship with his "benefactor" Zheng Tingbing, but instead became Zuo Zhong's right-hand man.

This may be due to Lao Zheng's huge appetite. Gucci cannot withstand his harm. There is only a simple financial relationship between the two.

Let's talk about Li Qiwu. Although he is a junior and does not have much front-line work experience, he has a personal relationship with Dai Chunfeng, which is a huge advantage.

The conflict with Zuo Zhong, coupled with the competition for positions, led Li Qiwu to keep targeting Gu Qi and the first and second divisions. Recently, he also attracted a group of frustrated people in the bureau, planning to do something in the mountain city while Zuo Zhong was away. Gu Qi wiped the tea on the table with a handkerchief and said angrily: "Okay, if it's mine, it's mine. It's useless to snatch it if it's not mine. The chairman of the committee has the right to decide this matter, and even the deputy chairperson can't interfere." Hand, you don’t have to worry about me.”

Song Minghao bared his teeth and raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm not worried for you, but for myself. Since you became the deputy director, the position of director is not the same."

They are all old brothers who know the basics and there is no need to be secretive when talking. He readily admitted that he was eyeing the throne of Director of the Second Division and was waiting for Gucci to move his seat.

"Okay, okay, let's get down to business first." Gu Qi waved his hand and asked seriously: "Is there any oversight in the counter-intelligence work of the printing factory? There can't be any problems there, otherwise the work of the bureau will be paralyzed immediately."

When it came to business, Song Minghao also returned to seriousness, sat upright and assured: "Don't worry, I checked several times, the printing factory's defense can be said to be impregnable.

First of all, the printing factory is located deep in the mountains and implements closed management. There are no external telephone lines installed. There are only two high-power radio stations responsible for communication and receiving production tasks and scheduling information.

In order to be foolproof, when the operator is operating the radio station, there must be four attendants, the person in charge of the printing house, and the person in charge of the security guard present to prevent the information from leaking.

For security reasons, the radio station in the mountain city is also kept in a secret safe house. There are also people on duty 24 hours a day, and the entire message transmission process is manual. "

Placing the radio outside seems a bit superfluous and even poses a security risk, giving the enemy an opportunity for a sneak attack.

But the reality is that intelligence agencies have no secrets. If they don't do this, maybe even if they don't use it for a day, the printing house's affairs will become known to everyone.

Therefore, Song Minghao would rather start over again outside. After talking about communications, he continued to introduce the transportation process and personnel situation.

“In addition, the raw materials and daily necessities used by the printing factory are personally escorted to the transfer point by myself and Wu Jingzhong from the first branch, and then transported away by the printing factory itself.

When the goods leave the factory, the process is exactly the opposite. The printing factory will first randomly place the goods somewhere, and then send the coordinates to Shancheng via radio, waiting for the response from the headquarters.

I also asked the technical department to conduct surveillance on all operational personnel performing tasks. During more than a year of surveillance, they never found anyone talking about this matter to the outside world. "

Gu Qi nodded with satisfaction. A four-pronged approach of cutting off external communications, material transfer and transportation, monitoring operators, and independent communications can indeed ensure that the location of the printing factory is not known to outsiders to the greatest extent, while stabilizing the production of yen.

He looked at the pile of reimbursement reports beside him and sighed: "Nowadays, no department in the government is short of money, and the attendants have to tighten their belts to get by. Only our situation is better.

This is all thanks to the printing factory. Otherwise, without sabotage by spies, the operation of the intelligence network, the procurement of weapons and equipment, and the salaries, bonuses, and pensions of the personnel would have bankrupted the bureau. There is no way, the country is poor! "

When Song Minghao heard this, he whispered that the country was poor, but Shangfeng was not poor, but when he saw Gu Qi glare at him, he immediately changed the topic.

"Lao Gu, the overseas intelligence station has received another telegram, especially three telegrams a day from the United States, urging the headquarters to allocate funds for this year's activities. Have you reported this to the deputy?"

Funding, funding, funding.

Gu Qi had a headache when he heard these two words. He leaned back on the chair with a painful look on his face, looked at the ceiling and replied helplessly.

"No, the deputy director handed over the intelligence work of the bureau to me before he left. I can't report everything, so what else do you want me to do?

Forget it, just send a telegram to the printing house and ask them to print an extra batch this month. After you take over the goods, allocate them to the American station through Italian channels.

The Japanese are already pursuing this matter, and they must clean up the situation. Don't be afraid of trouble if the funds are transferred to the cover company's account a few more times. "

The Japanese government and banking industry are not fools. The total amount of Japanese yen is calculated. Now that there is such a large amount of money circulating around the world, you will know that it is counterfeit banknotes.

Printing counterfeit money requires huge manpower and material resources. There are not many forces capable of doing this kind of thing, and the military command is definitely one of them.

Japanese intelligence agencies are definitely investigating all over the world now, and the mountain city is the key area of ​​the investigation. If you are not careful, the printing factory of the military commander will be exposed.

Although everyone is doing the printing of enemy country's banknotes, it is better to keep silent and make a fortune if word spreads about it.

What's more, the Chairman of the Generalissimo is a decent man. If a diplomatic dispute arises and the allies are surprised, the entire military command will be punished.

Song Minghao knew the seriousness of the matter, so he responded and left quickly. To be on the safe side, he planned to walk around the city for half a day before going to the safe house with the radio station.

After he left, Gu Qi returned home and chatted with his wife for a few words, then fell tiredly on the bed and slept until the evening, until he was awakened by a dull loud noise.

Feeling the slight vibration of the bed, Gu Qi instantly jumped out of bed, grabbed the gun and pressed it against the window. His reaction was quick and his movements were flexible, unlike a middle-aged man at all.

At this time, the night sky outside the window was dyed red by the soaring flames. Sharp air defense sirens and sirens were heard one after another. Teams of police officers, garrison soldiers, spies, and military police rushed to the scene of the incident.