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Chapter 162 Old Song's Secret

At Ningbo Wharf, Zuo Zhong watched a group of reflective spots slowly disappear, turned around and said to Gu Qi: "Putuo's manpower has a good division of labor, and you have to adjust the duty time. Seeing that the Spring Festival is approaching, I can understand everyone's feelings, but only Let the brothers work hard."

Gucci nodded silently. People in China attach great importance to the Spring Festival. Even if the Republic of China advocated the Gregorian New Year, it would not be able to affect the millennium tradition. We must pay attention to this issue, otherwise it will easily affect morale.

He thought about several ways in his mind, and applied again to Zuo: "Chief, I wonder if we should prepare some bonuses or subsidies for the big guys. Many people drag their families with them, and if they have money, they will feel less resentment.

And on the day of the Spring Festival, can you invite the master chef from your restaurant to come home later, and prepare some meals, dumplings, and Lantern Festival for the local brothers. It is the first priority to eat delicious food, and of course the wine will be ignored. "

Zuo nodded and smiled: "What's the trouble? The master chefs are all locals. Let's hire them with three salaries and let them prepare the best meals for everyone. I can't do it for you. How about it? If it's done, it's a bonus for the brothers.

Okay, Gu, your suggestion is very good. Let everyone earn money, and the most important thing is to eat and drink well. I also have an idea. I can ask the office to send representatives to the homes of these brothers who are out of work. The money is more and the money is less. unimportant. "

Gu Qi is like a bright mirror in his heart. As soon as Zuo Zhong’s suggestion comes out, Dai Chunfeng will definitely agree. This is a good opportunity to buy people’s hearts. No wonder the section chief is so trusted by all the staff. A good subordinate should not only seize the opportunity, but also create opportunities for the leader .

He had a flash of inspiration, and immediately added: "Good advice, section chief, I will accompany you to visit a few spots on the Spring Festival, to boost everyone's morale."

Zuo Zhong stroked his chin and nodded: "Okay, let's take a look, so as not to affect the normal work."

Gu Qi raised his chest: "Yes, section chief."

The two of them were at the monitoring point near the pier, watching the masters of Mount Putuo get on the boat and leave.

Zuo Zhong looked at the people coming and going to the pier. After yesterday's Fa conference, Ningbo was much more lively than usual. Some people left while others came. I don't know how Song Minghao, who is in charge of the city's intelligence network, is doing. I haven't seen this old boy for several days, is something wrong?

Thinking of this, Zuo Zhong asked: "Old Gu, why is Lao Song so elusive these two days? Why is he busier than me? What are they busy with lately? They didn't report it in the intelligence briefing."

Gu Qi was stunned for a moment, Zuo Zhong didn't say it was okay, but when he said it, he realized that he was so busy these two days because of the Fa conference, he really didn't pay attention to what Song Minghao was busy with.

Seeing his reaction, Zuo Chong naturally knew that Song Minghao hadn't contacted him either. After thinking for a while, he took the coat off the hanger: "Go, go and see what tricks our Chief Song is up to."

The contact point of the urban intelligence network is set up in a hotel, which is also Zuo's property, and now it is full of people from the intelligence department. As soon as Zuo Zhong's car drove into the yard, the spy on duty stood up from the counter and walked to the hotel. Greeted at the door.

The spy watched the car stop, and said respectfully outside the window: "Hello, section chief, hello, deputy section chief."

Gu Qi rolled down the window and asked seriously: "Why are you alone, how many people should there be according to the discipline?"

The spy turned pale with fright, and quickly explained: "Report, both of them were sent to the field by Chief Song, and I was the only one left."

The situation was even more strange. Zuo Zhong and Gu Qi glanced at each other, Zuo Zhong said with a smile: "It's okay, since it's the command of the chief, don't be afraid. Where did Chief Song go? Can you contact him? Please inform Chief Song." , let him come back."

The spy immediately replied: "Report, I don't know where Section Chief Song has gone, but I can be contacted. If I am there, I will contact him now."

Seeing Gu Qi's face getting more and more ugly, the secret agent quickly slipped away and called to notify.

Looking at Gu Qi, Zuo Zhong laughed: "Old Gu, don't be so serious. There are many accidents in this business. Lao Song must have discovered something. He hoped to give us a surprise. I think he did a good job of keeping secrets, no Hiding it from us alone, even his subordinates don’t know about it.”

Gu Qi scolded Song Minghao in his heart. When Zuo Zhong was not in Jinling, the two of them got along well. They thought it was an old intelligence officer who handled things well, but now they are too ignorant to make such a thing.

The two walked into a room in the hotel, which was Song Minghao's temporary office. Zuo Chong went in and took a look around. The desk was clean, and there was nothing in the drawers and wastebasket, which was interesting.

Sitting on Song Minghao's chair, Zuo Zhong closed his eyes and thought about what was discovered in the urban area that could make an old fried dough stick pay so much attention to it, and the secrecy measures were so well done, so cautious.

I don't know how long it took before there was the sound of sudden braking outside, Gu Qi got up and looked at the window and shouted: "Section Chief, Lao Song is back."

Before the words fell, there was a running sound in the aisle, and it was getting closer.

"Crench."

Song Minghao rushed into the room, sweating profusely, and shouted: "Report to the section chief, Song Minghao, the chief of the military section, is here to report to you."

Zuo Chong stood up from the chair with a smile, walked to him, sniffed his nose and smelled it, and said meaningfully: "Yes, Minghao, it seems that you are going to become a fairy. I can only see sweat, but there is no smell of sweat.”

Song Minghao laughed dryly: "I heard the section chief call you, and I came back without stopping."

"Hmph." Zuo Zhong restrained his smile and pointed outside: "What's going on? Are you still the military section chief of my intelligence department? Why do I know nothing about your actions? Let's be honest."

Gu Qi also reminded him: "Old Song, our intelligence department has always paid attention to unity. If you do this, everyone will learn from you. What should the section chief do?"

Song Minghao panicked, and he opened his mouth to report the work of the urban intelligence team, and Zuo Zhong and Gu Qi were surprised by the result of the investigation.

Gu Qi jumped directly in front of him and said in amazement: "What! You said that there is a Japanese intelligence team hidden in Ningbo City?"

Zuo Zhong's reaction was not that great, and he was a little skeptical. There was a spy in Putuo Mountain, and there was a Japanese lurking group in Ningbo City. What is there that makes the Japanese attach so much importance to it, even if they have to deal with the bald head?

It wasn't that Zuo Zhong looked down on the bald head, but that the Japanese wanted to kill the bald head. It was enough to send more operatives, and there was no need to send so many intelligence agents.

Zuo Zhong looked at Song Minghao who was standing upright, and asked curiously, "How did you find out?"

"It's also a coincidence, according to your instructions, we took root in the urban area, and soon set up surveillance points in bookstores, hotels, electronic material stores and other places, and followed up and investigated suspicious persons.

A few days ago, a guy came to the electronics store. He got a certificate from the police station and wanted to buy electronic tubes. Our people thought that guy was a little sneaky and followed him, and found this group.

These people live in Xiangling Lane and don't usually communicate with others. We separated their domestic waste from the garbage, including Japanese sake bottles. "Song Minghao's face glowed with a little complacency.

Zuo Zhong frowned: "So you think it's a Japanese intelligence team? An intelligence team that lives in a centralized place and doesn't know how to deal with traces of life?

Minghao, we really need to make bold speculations in our line of work, and more importantly, we need to verify carefully. These people should not be intelligence personnel, at least not professional.

We have fought the Japanese so many times, none of these spies are cunning and cunning, and they act cautiously. It seems that you are going to have a good time this time. "

Gu Qi also felt that there were some problems in it, and affirmed: "It is not something that professional spies can do just to say that drinking while performing missions."

Song Minghao was still undeterred by what they said: "Section chief, we have been monitoring for a few days. These people disguised themselves as various professions and haunted the suburbs of Ningbo. They asked the nearby people where there are mountains and water. Are you doing surveying?"

Mapping?

Zuo Zhong thought of Jinling's sulfuric acid team. Their job was to map the vicinity of Jinling. He remembered the interrogation records very clearly, and they were indeed somewhat similar in terms of behavior.

He asked: "In addition to inquiring about these information, do these people carry equipment? Like a compass, level, and ruler, these are necessary for surveying and mapping, and you can't just rely on a pair of legs."

Song Minghao was so focused on observing the actions of the Japanese intelligence team that he obviously didn't notice this. He quickly took out the surveillance records from his pocket and looked through them for a long time, and finally shook his head in disappointment.

No matter how stupid he is, he knows that surveying and mapping must rely on data, such as contour lines, slopes, heights, distances, directions, etc., without which a usable map cannot be completed.

Song Minghao was dejected, Zuo Zhong didn't hit him again, took the surveillance record from him, and checked it word by word.

According to the data, there are as many as 13 people on the other side, who are active in the nearby mountainous area every day. Some carry burdens and pretend to be vendors, some carry streamers and pretend to be fortune tellers, and some simply pretend to be pedestrians.

Apart from asking the people about the geographical conditions nearby, I didn’t see any special actions, and I didn’t carry or use other equipment. Occasionally, I climbed a mountain and came down quickly. Could it be that this is a Japanese tour group?

The more Zuo Zhong looked at it, the more strange it became. Buying an electronic tube meant that the other party at least had a radio to receive information. There were a lot of people and they lived in a concentrated place. They were neither intelligence personnel nor operational personnel.

Zuo Zhong decided to go and see for himself: "Go, find a suspicious target and follow."

Ningbo city is becoming more and more lively, the Japanese chamber of commerce, a group of mysterious people who are suspected of being spies, and a monk spy who hides deeply. Does it have anything to do with it? Zuo Zhong sat in the car thinking.

The car drove towards Xiaoguan Mountain in the southern suburbs. Song Minghao reported that there were the most suspicious people here. He just rushed back from here, and now there are several teams of special agents conducting long-distance surveillance.

There are dirt roads near Xiaoguan Mountain. When the car is driving, the dust will fly and can be seen from a long distance. To be on the safe side, the three of them got out of the car and started walking when they were still a few miles away from the target.

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