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Chapter 464 The Priest
In a small courtyard on Zhuque Street, Xu Weiming reached out to turn off the radio, looked down at the paper on the table, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, Qiu Chan's information was still so accurate and timely.

The operations of the Secret Service Headquarters are absolutely confidential. Not to mention other departments, I am afraid that there are not many people inside who can get access to this level of information. Could it be that Qiuchan works in the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

However, the top officials of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics of the Military Committee of the Guo Party are all executioners with blood on their hands. If they are said to be secret workers with a heart for revolution, no one will believe it.

Xu Weiming thought for a long time to no avail. After dealing with the radio station and the traces of copying, he got up and walked to a wooden box, which contained the materials handed over by Qiu Chan. He spent a lot of effort to transport them out from No. 24.

National banknotes.

Long and short guns.

Grenades and mines.

Radio and various information.

That small courtyard is simply a treasure, full of materials urgently needed by the organization. With these things, the next work will be easier, and the ongoing plan will make up for the last shortcoming.

However, there is a certain risk in keeping these things here, and they must be transferred to Wei of Jinling City as soon as possible, because the use of new weapons and Nissan spy radio also requires time to get familiar with.

He looked at the time on his watch, pushed the wooden box under the bed and temporarily hid it, turned around and walked out of the bedroom and the main room, stepped out of the courtyard door, closed and locked it, and walked to the tea shop with his hands behind his back.

"Mr. Xu, hello."

"The distinguished guest is here, Director Xu."

"Haha, hello everyone."

Xu Weiming smiled and cupped hands with the familiar faces, found a seat and sat down, his eyes scanned around naturally, no suspicious persons or signs were found, it was safe.

After living for a period of time, he has developed the habit of visiting here every day, and he has memorized the surnames, names, where they live, the number of people in the family, and what jobs they do.

Only in this way can abnormal situations be discovered at the fastest speed, and intelligence activities in the heart of the enemy must not be careless for a moment, otherwise not only oneself will be in danger, but others will also be implicated.

"Director Xu, what would you like to drink?"

At this time, the shopkeeper came over, wiped the table casually with a rag in his hand, and asked feebly, obviously there were too many customers and he was tired, and that's it if no one helped.

Xu Weiming replied casually: "Old rules, come to the pot of Maojian, and then a plate of fruit, I say the shopkeeper, why don't you find a new guy, you always work alone, be careful not to get sick again."

The shopkeeper smiled wryly and said: "This is a small business. Thanks to everyone's care, I can finally support my family. Now the price of goods in Jinling is one price per day. It is not cheap to hire a buddy."

Hearing his complaints, the guests next to him all laughed. They have been old friends for many years, they don't know how this guy behaves, at best he is a housekeeper, at worst he is stingy.

Someone teased: "The guy before was so good, he worked fast and had good eyesight. If you had been nicer to him, he would not have left. You can relax a bit. It's too late to regret it now."

"Yeah, why bother you."

Someone else shouted: "Let's talk about the one who abducted your buddy. I saw it at Xinjiekou two days ago. It's amazing. He's wearing a suit and tie. He's very stylish. He's become a big shot.

I heard that working in a commercial firm earns a higher salary than that of an official. Maybe in two years, you will still be called the boss when you see the young man back then. "

"Oh, the business is a good job."

"I think it's about the same."

"Young people, you should make a breakthrough."

The guests expressed their opinions in a hurry. Anyway, they are idle anyway, and they are not afraid of the boss's anger, unless the other party does not want to continue to do business. You must know that there is a teahouse outside the alley.

Hearing everyone's teasing, the shopkeeper put down the tip of the hair on his hand, stomped his feet and spit on the ground: "Damn, I call him the boss, for a person like him, he can't eat four dishes in his life.

Although I don't pay wages, I eat, drink and offer food every day. Isn't this money? What kind of shit business, I see, either sells tobacco or soil or is a human trafficker, that little bastard will be unlucky one day. "

"Hahaha."

Everyone was overjoyed, knowing that the shopkeeper was in a hurry. These days, people laugh at the poor but not prostitutes. Even if they sell cigarettes, it doesn't matter. As long as they make money, they are heroes. I haven't heard of a golden belt for murder and arson.

Xu Weiming nodded slightly. It seems that there is nothing wrong with the young man's departure. It is also true after thinking about it. It is impossible for such a flexible person to stay under others for a long time, and he will naturally go up when he has a good opportunity.

After the shopkeeper finished making tea, he came over with a tray and said to the guests, "You guys will bully people. Look how kind and righteous Mr. Xu is. Mr. Xu, your tea is here. Are you from Yu Province?"

"Oh? Why do you say that."

Xu Weiming picked up the teapot and poured some tea into the teacup, tilted his head and asked with great interest: "Could it be that the shopkeeper also makes a living by telling fortunes and divination besides selling tea, so I'll do the math."

"puff."

A customer immediately spit out the hot tea from his mouth. If this profiteer can tell a fortune teller, he would be Tianshi Zhang himself, so the laughter in the tea shop became louder, full of joy.

The shopkeeper glanced resentfully at Chief Renyi Xu, and said, "This Maojian tea has a slightly bitter taste. Although it has a sweet aftertaste, most people are not used to drinking it. Only people in Yu Province will drink it often."

"Excellent, I am indeed from Yu Province,"

Xu Weiming gave a thumbs up, with a look of admiration. In fact, he is a southerner. He drinks Maojian purely to echo the place of origin on the file. No, some people will believe it.

Hearing that he guessed right, the shopkeeper left with a smile on his face. The price of Maojian is not low. If the dog official comes every day, he can earn a little more, just as this month's tax has not yet been paid.

Xu Weiming was drinking tea, chatting with the person next to him without saying a word, opened a tabloid in his hand, and read along the headlines on the front page, the content on it caught his attention.

"The Great British Detective Comening"

The newspaper reprinted the contents of the Jinling Evening News in detail, and added more embellishments. What kind of detective is it?

Xu Weiming read it carefully, and unexpectedly discovered that there was something about the Secret Service Headquarters in it. A person named Meng Ting appeared frequently in the article, and it was reported that this person was the intelligence chief of the Secret Service Headquarters.

He couldn't believe it, Jinling's newspaper was so powerful, it could even get information from intelligence personnel, and the information from an official like the chief of the intelligence department was really scary.

Continue to read, the other party's information, experience, and even the records of the cracked case are impressive, and the words between the lines are full of internal archives of the agency, which is by no means gossip.

Because these contents cannot be said to be exactly the same as the information that Qiu Chan put on the 24th, it can only be said to be completely consistent, but there is a slight discrepancy in the data, which is enough to explain many problems.

Xu Weiming took a sip of tea, looked at the last sentence "Who is the most powerful detective?", and probably understood in his heart that this must be a dog-eat-dog within the enemy, a glorious tradition of the Guo party.

Someone must have had a grudge against Secret Service Headquarters or Meng Ting, and leaked the situation. Fortunately, no photos were added, otherwise Meng Ting would be completely finished, and the exposed agents would be of no value.

After thinking about it, he put his eyes in the middle of the newspaper, found what he wanted, then gently closed the newspaper, stroked the creases and thought for a while, and finally drank his tea, paid the bill and left.

Xu Weiming crossed the alley and the road, and entered the Jinling party headquarters slowly, nodding with the staff who came in and out from time to time, and the staff also greeted the deputy head of the Zuzhi Department respectfully.

Back in the office, the first thing he did was to go to the window to water the potted plants. He watched the movement outside the window with sharp eyes. Everything outside looked normal, no different from usual.

A few minutes later, he put down the kettle and wiped his hands, picked up his briefcase and left the Jinling party headquarters without attracting anyone's attention. These people have long been used to his late arrival and early departure.

A minister Zuzhi who does not fight for power and profit and is not too much is good for everyone. No one wants to be too much. It is just a salary thief. The party and the state collect so much tax to support these people.

Xu Weiming walked out of the party headquarters along Zhuque Street to the train station, took the small city train to the National Government Station, got off the train and walked directly into the National Government, and found an old colleague to talk about the old days.

Although the other party was surprised, they entertained him very happily. In officialdom, many friends are better than many enemies. The two chatted for an hour, and Xu Weiming got up to leave.

At this time, it was time to get off work, and the staff of the national government poured out through several exits. Xu Weiming mixed in, got into a rickshaw by the back door, and gave an address.

"Trouble, Tiger Bridge."

"Okay, sit down."

The rickshaw driver responded with a smile, raised the pole of the rickshaw and started running, nimbly shuttled through the streets and alleys among the crowd, and stopped on a busy side street in less than 10 minutes.

Tiger Bridge is actually a place name. There are not only prisons, but also fly restaurants from all over the world. The prices are very affordable. Many residents living nearby will come here to worship the five internal organs temple.

Xu Weiming stood on the side of the street and lit a cigarette, puffing at the crowd. A few minutes later, he extinguished the cigarette, walked around seemingly casually, then found a restaurant, and ordered a few small dishes.

The dishes in the Fly Restaurant are simple, and the serving speed is very fast. The chef throws the prepared ingredients into the cauldron, adds seasonings and then comes out of the pot. It looks delicious and delicious.

He unhurriedly finished his meal, touched his pocket and wanted to smoke a cigarette, but only took out an empty cigarette case, he crumpled the case into a ball and threw it out of the gate, yelling twice.

"Cigarette seller."

"Is there anyone selling cigarettes?"

Soon, a little boy ran in from outside the restaurant, with a big wooden box hanging around his neck, which was filled with all kinds of cigarettes, and with a smile on his face, he looked around and asked.

"Which gentleman wants a cigarette?"

"I'm here to cover Hademen."

Xu Weiming sat there and waved, and when the little boy came to him, he handed out a banknote, took a pack of cigarettes from the wooden box, and took the change, and the little boy ran out quickly.

He glanced at the diners around him, and opened the cigarette case in his hand, but at some point, a note appeared in his palm, which read: The dance plan continues, pastor.

(End of this chapter)