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Liang Yuandong left with a satisfied expression on his face, Zuo Zhong and Director Li went back to their respective homes after drinking for three rounds, Zuo Zhong drove the car, replaying tonight's actions in his mind.

Through various means, he temporarily took the initiative in the matter, but Liang Yuandong would not be so honest, maybe he would make some troubles.

The matter of Zhou Longyang's transfer will also need to be delayed for another two or three days. The speed should not be too fast, and a little effort should be made to pretend, so that it looks real enough.

What really caught Zuo Zhong's attention was the last sentence the other party said, party, what kind of party, who are the participants, and whether there is any fraud.

At this time, a beam of light flashed in the rearview mirror. This was Wu Chunyang's signal. Zuo Zhong showed a smile on his face and continued to drive towards the shelter.

"asshole."

Jin Jiang looked at the car that overtook forcibly and then sped away, cursed in a low voice, and at the same time was very nervous, for fear that Mr. Shen would find out that something was wrong.

But soon he felt that he was thinking too much. How could a young man who only knows how to indulge in pleasure have such a high level of vigilance, just a stupid moth.

Of course he thought so, Jin Jiang still kept a long distance from his target, and the traffic in Jinling at night was smooth, so he was not afraid of losing Mr. Shen.

Zuo Zhong's car finally stopped at Meiyuan New Village, which was a new type of building complex in the Republic of China. Like the Sixth District, the people living here were all party, government and military officials of the Guo Party, which fit his status.

Jin Jiang slowly parked the car on the opposite road, waited for a few minutes, and saw an apartment with lights on. He counted the floors and windows, then lay down on the seat, and began to watch intently.

What time to turn off the lights, what time to get up at night, these were all recorded in his mind, and he stared at them all night, until ten o'clock the next morning, Zuo Chong's figure appeared in his sight.

"What a pig."

Jin Jiang looked at his watch and said to himself indignantly, people like Mr. Shen are too hateful, they don't need to worry about life, they eat, drink and play until late at night, and sleep until they wake up naturally.

And not only would he risk his life, he would not even be able to sleep comfortably. He was really looking forward to the appearance of Mr. Shen begging in front of him. Jin Jiang rubbed his sore shoulders.

After Zuo Zhong's car drove away, Jin Jiang waited for 10 minutes, making sure that the target would not come back in a short time, he put on a peaked cap and got out of the car.

He crossed the road, lingered at the door of the apartment for a while, and after reconfirming that the surrounding environment was safe, he turned and pushed open the wrought iron gate behind him.

As soon as Jin Jiang walked in, he saw neat rows of mailboxes hanging on the wall. He glanced at it and remembered it in his heart, and walked to the third floor with very light steps.

When he thought about it, the people who went to work at this time had already left, and even if they went home, they would have to wait until evening. He had enough time to search, but before he took two steps, he encountered a group of people.

A few gorgeous women were walking downstairs chattering, when they saw Jin Jiang wearing a peaked cap, they were taken aback, with strange expressions on their faces.

"It can't be a thief, it looks so shabby."

"I guess so, do you want to call the police?"

"If you want to die, you should hurry up and call someone."

"Oh, it's unlucky to encounter such a thing after having afternoon tea."

Hearing the loud conspiracies of the women, Jin Jiang's face turned dark, but the task must be completed, he quickly shouted: "Ladies, don't get me wrong, I'm here to find Mr. Shen from Room 301."

The women breathed a sigh of relief, and some of them patted their chests exaggeratedly, looking frightened, and then these people walked around Jin Jiang with a look of disgust, and quickly disappeared in the corridor.

Jin Jiang wiped the sweat from his brow, the mailboxes were arranged in roughly the same order as the rooms, fortunately he took a second look, otherwise it would be too bad, we couldn't kill all these talkative women.

Not wanting to be surrounded by people anymore, he walked quickly to the third floor, this time it went smoothly, the corridor on the third floor was quiet, and there were no residents that obstructed the eyes.

He didn't act in a hurry, but walked back and forth in the corridor several times, making sure that there was no sound behind all the doors, and then he walked to the door of Room 301.

He leaned against the door with his whole body, took out a few steel pieces from his trouser pocket and put them into the keyhole, with his ears erect, he manipulated the steel pieces to turn slightly in the keyhole with both hands.

Ten seconds later, with a click, the door was opened, and Jin Jiang slipped in. The first thing he did was to close the curtain near the road.

Before he had time to catch his breath, he immediately prepared to search. People in this apartment did not have a normal work and rest time at all, and the target might come back at any time.

Bypassing all the furniture, he walked around the house, checked the front of the door, the front of the bed, and the drawers to see if there were safety marks.

The result was very clean. After repeatedly confirming that there were no signs for comparison in the house, Jin Jiang recorded the placement and order of all the items one by one.

After doing all this, he searched Zuo Chong's room carefully. There were no suspicious items, only various lace magazines and banknotes.

His brows loosened a little, as long as Shen Dongxin is a person with ulterior motives, he must ensure the absolute safety of the club, so before leaving, he decided to check again to ensure the accuracy of the information.

While he was busy in Zuozhong's room, his movements were transmitted to the room next to the wall through a small microphone and wires on the roof.

Fu Ling leaned on the earphones and listened attentively. Beside her was a wire tape recorder imported from Germany, which could record all the sounds from the neighbors.

Ten minutes later, there was a slight sound of closing the door, and when the even lighter footsteps gradually receded, Fu Ling took off the earphones and stuck them on the wall to listen for a while.

After a long time, she whispered: "Immediately form a complete monitoring record, and conduct intelligence summary and comparison with the monitoring record of Chief Wu at night."

Several spies nodded, rewound the tape recorder over and over again, and played it over and over again through the earphones, jointly identifying the specific source of the sound inside.

"The sound of opening the bedside cabinet."

"No, the sound is clearer. It should be the sound of opening a closet."

"agree."

"agree."

"Confirm, next."

In the absence of naked eye surveillance, the only way to judge the other party's actions was through this stupid method. Fu Ling was not idle when her subordinates were working, so she called the surveillance team.

"The target just went downstairs, can you confirm it?"

"Confirmed, someone has been sent to follow up."

At this time, Zuo Zhong stretched his waist in the office, thinking that Liang Yuandong's people should have searched his residence, after all, they had been given such a long time to act.

If you can't even grasp this, it would be too wasteful. Those deliberately left magazines, garbage, and banknotes should be able to deceive the other party. This is the result of the collective wisdom of the entire intelligence department.

No matter how experienced the Japanese spy who went to search was, he was alone. As long as there were no major mistakes, Liang Yuandong should contact him soon.

Zuo Zhong thought for a while, then dialed an internal number to Director Li: "Hi, I'm Shen Dongxin, how is the matter that I'm asking you to do, I need some refreshments."

Maybe there was someone nearby, Director Li said vaguely: "That work is being done, I don't know when it will be needed, I have to know."

Zuo Zhong said two words: "Three days." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs is not a secret service, and the safety of internal telephone lines cannot be guaranteed.

This time is just right, if it is too long, their identities will be easily seen by the other party, but if it is too short, it will be too easy, which cannot explain Mr. Shen's strength.

As for whether Liang Yuandong would think it was too easy and would doubt it, but even if he didn't do anything, the other party would still be suspicious, and he couldn't listen to the crickets and stop planting crops.

In the evening, Zuo Zhong found a reason to meet Director Liu, played by Gu Qi, in the dance hall. The two whispered in the dark and laughed wantonly at the same time.

Expensive drinks were served as if they were free, because every bottle of wine was charged with a commission, and the dancers in the ballroom flocked to it.

To be honest, Zuo Zhong doesn't know what a luxury is, but this should be counted, because he burned more than 1000 operating funds in less than an hour.

I hope that Dai Chunfeng won't go crazy after knowing this, but Zuo Zhong felt that this was not enough, so he asked someone to call an American jazz orchestra to play live.

The band clearly marked the price, and the one-hour performance cost only one hundred dollars. The men and women in the ballroom cheered one after another.

In less than one night, the story of Mr. Shen will be spread throughout Jinling City, and countless people will swear that they have met this Mr. Shen somewhere.

True or false, false or true, the key to human design lies in rumors, as long as there are too many rumors, the false ones will become true. Liang Yuandong will hear countless versions as long as he goes out to inquire.

Jin Jiang hid in the corner, drank a few cents of lemonade, endured the waiter's eyes, and gritted his teeth to record Mr. Shen's rich nightlife.

The commotion reached midnight, Mr. Shen left with a fair and clean woman, and Jin Jiang was still driving behind to escort Mr. Shen.

Sitting on the stiff car seat, Jin Jiang gnawed on the cold steamed buns, looked at 301 with cold eyes, and imagined how he would torture Mr. Shen in the future.

After another sleepless night, Mr. Shen drove the woman away in the afternoon of the next day, and Jin Jiang continued to follow behind with dark circles under his eyes.

The other party first sent people to school, then went to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and before dark, the other party went to a nightclub, and several military officers went with them.

Jin Jiang slammed the steering wheel hard. Isn't this bastard tired? After thinking about it, he decided not to go on like this. Otherwise, he would have died young if he didn't find out the details of the other party.

The chief of the forced agency asked him to keep an eye on Liang Yuandong to prevent the other party from pocketing his own money, so Liang Yuandong sent himself to perform such a task, which was revenge!
He immediately found a phone number and called back to Renxin Hospital, asking for human support. Perhaps because what he said was serious, Liang Yuandong quickly sent a three-person team to take turns to monitor.

Zuo Zhong in the nightclub, after a waiter whispered to him, a smile appeared on his face, he stood up and shouted to everyone.

"I'll take care of all the drinks tonight."

The scene became very chaotic for a while, many modern girls offered sweet kisses one after another, and Zuo Zhong's face was covered with lipstick marks, which was really enviable.

The officers and members of the special training class, their eyes were almost red with envy. If they knew this, they would still be a fart in the army. It would be great if they came directly to be spies.

Apart from their envy, there were also four people in the corner staring at Young Master Shen with blood-red eyes, gnashing their teeth, wishing they could kill him with a single shot.

　The nightlife in the Republic of China was not worse than it is now. It was not compiled by the author. If you are interested, you can Baidu.

　　
　
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