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Chapter 515
The days of studying in Lu University passed quickly, and the Gregorian New Year was approaching in a flash. 1935 was getting closer and closer, and Jinling City gradually became more and more New Year's atmosphere, but these had nothing to do with Zuo Zhong.

Attending classes, taking notes, discussing in groups, going to the front line to do research, all kinds of trivial things took up all his time, and even the work of the Secret Service was slightly slack.

Dai Chunfeng understood this very well. After all, the opportunity to study is rare, and I don't know if it was affected by the war at Jiujiaxu. The underground party, Japanese and other forces have been very stable recently.

Anyway, judging from the information fed back from various channels, everyone seems to be in hibernation, so there are not too many things in the Secret Service.

Zuo Zhong was also happy to be at leisure, Zheng Tingbing and Zhang Yifu were two deputy directors, one was busy making money everywhere, the other was busy looking for ways to leave, completely unintentional to deal with official duties, and nothing major could happen in the department.

The day was sunny, and while he was strolling in the garden with a few students from the higher education class, discussing the legacy of the former president and the words and deeds of the president, he suddenly heard a familiar voice in the distance.

"Deputy Director, Deputy Director."

It's Gu Qi, Zuo Zhong's heart tightened, could something serious happen, otherwise Gu wouldn't just stay in the intelligence department, why would he come to mainland China, alas, the happy fishing life is coming to an end.

He apologized to his classmates, and walked towards the voice with a stern face, thinking in his heart that some kind of person might come up, but it should not be the underground party, and Old K has no special circumstances.

On the second day of the prisoner robbery incident, he sent the fruit party's pursuit plan, including search routes, checkpoint locations, number of people involved, communication codes, secret passwords, and other important information.

With this information, the underground party is an aboveboard activity, and the spies can't catch them. In this case, there is no need for the Jinling underground party to over-stimulate the Guo party. Who would it be?

Japanese?
Hase Ryosuke hangs out in nightclubs in Shanghai all day long, and there is a lot of information about the special high school of the consulate in Shanghai. There is no sign that the Japanese are doing anything.

Excluding the small actions of the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs, only the intelligence department of the Japanese military is left, but the intelligence department of the Kwantung Army is still licking its wounds after the last blow, and will not do anything in Jinling.

Zuo Zhong couldn't figure it out, so he didn't want to think about it. He quickened his pace, and after quickly passing through a small forest, he finally saw Gucci with an anxious face. Gucci hurriedly said as soon as he saw him.

"Section Chief, I finally found you. Your family has come to Jinling. As soon as I received the news, I went to the higher education class to look for you. They said that you are here, so go back quickly. You are here with us now."

"what?"

Zuo Zhong was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed. He trotted outside and asked, "Anyone is here. Oh, why didn't you inform me earlier, so I can go to the station to pick them up."

Since he returned to Ningbo last time, he has kept in touch with his family, and occasionally made a phone call when the line was clear. Why did his family suddenly go to Jinling? Is there someone looking for trouble again?

The people in the investigation office of the Ningbo Party Headquarters should not be so courageous. The graves of Zhou Wenshan, the former director of the investigation office, and other secret agents are as tall as a person, and there is no need to use this method if you want to commit suicide.

Next to Gu Qi, with his short legs upside down, replied with a smile: "Your grandfather, parents, younger brothers and sisters are all here, as well as your grandfather's family. It seems that you came to Jinling by car. It's really far away."

It's all here.

While Zuo Zhong was happy, he was secretly startled, if only his parents came, they might have come to see him, but with so many people coming to Jinling together, there must be something important, maybe the leeks can be harvested.

He has been secretly paying attention to the Zuo family's so-called Beilun Port construction plan, such as who has invested in the shares, how much, the background of this person, and whether he has any special relationship with the high-level officials of the government.

This information is very important, and some people cannot be offended. For example, if those families really wanted to steal Uncle Guo's money, he would have to run away, even if Lao Dai stepped forward.

Fortunately, maybe the other party didn't like the small project of millions of oceans, or maybe they knew from some channels that it was not easy behind this matter. In short, Zuojia's leek garden is very safe.

He was a little scared sometimes. His grandfather Zuo Xuechen was too courageous. After more than half a year of operation, the designed throughput of Beilun Port had soared from the original 5 tons to 20 tons.

You know, according to the economic intelligence collected by the Secret Service, the cargo throughput of the Haizhou port in northern Jiangsu last year was only 30 million tons. Will there be any problems with such a big game?

Zuo Zhong worriedly walked to Gu Qi's car, sat in the back row and signaled to Gu Qi to drive towards Honggong Temple immediately, calculating the amount of the Beilun Port project in his mind, not knowing it, but he was shocked when he calculated it.

So far, the number of shareholders involved in the plan has reached more than 200, and the amount is as high as tens of millions of oceans. Of course, this is only a figure on paper, and the real money is almost 300 million oceans.

When the Ningbo Japanese Chamber of Commerce became a shareholder, the entire plan was valued at 500 million yuan, and the other party spent 100 million yuan to buy 20.00% of the shares. After the throughput increased, the valuation was quickly raised.

Now Zuo’s public offering is saying that the market value of the port is 1000 million, and the throughput has increased by 4 times, but the market value has only doubled. It seems to be doing charity, but it is not the case.

On the land in Beilun, apart from building a project management office and hiring hundreds of poor farmers to clean up the tidal flats, nothing else was done. Oh, by the way, the surveying project was in full swing.

Shanghai newspapers said that the port is only 70 nautical miles away from the mouth of the Yangtze River, close to Shanghai, and forms a huge water transportation network with nearly equal distances from Jinmen, Kobe, Osaka, Kaohsiung, Gangcheng, and Eshi.

It is nonsense to have the conditions to become the largest foreign trade Shenzhen and Hong Kong in the Republic of China, as well as the transit port of major ports. Do the newspapers in Shanghai dare to publish any news as long as you give them money.

With all kinds of good news, even the grandfather of Zuo Zhong, the old comprador, was tempted and insisted on getting involved. It might be that the old man Zuo Xuechen had a showdown, and the other party gave up the shareholding.

Things didn't end here. Relying on his good reputation in the comprador circle in Shanghai, Zuo Zhong's grandfather turned to consignment sales, fooling dozens of traitor compradors who sold Japanese goods.

The most speechless thing is that these idiots, blinded by their interests, went to Ningbo with boxes of cash, and after seeing the "construction site" and each project contract, they increased their investment.

Sure enough, if the profit is doubled, the capitalists will take risks. If the profit is doubled, the capitalists will flout the law. If the profit is tripled, the capitalists will trample on everything.

The problem is to use your ass to know who is behind those engineering companies, old man, you played too much in this game of chess, Zuo Zhong rubbed his head, even the joy of reunion faded a bit.

His grandfather Zuo Xuechen and father Zuo Shanwen didn't care about the worries in his heart. The two discussed it in the study for a few minutes a few days ago, and then took the family to Jinling with great fanfare.

A dozen cars drove for three days in a row, and only stayed in Shanghai and Suzhou City for two nights. They finally entered the city today, asked someone for directions, and a group of people just drove the car to the gate of the Secret Service.

and so.

Turn the time back to an hour ago.

When the guard at the gate of the Secret Service looked at the cars with Zhejiang license plates, he frowned, secretly guessing whether someone from East China came to the headquarters to do business, so he walked up with a pistol.

When he came up to him, he immediately noticed something was wrong. Why are there old and young people in this car? No matter how difficult the East China District's funds are, it would not be possible to use 80-[-]-year-old old men to pay for nothing, so he asked.

"This is a military restricted area. Who are you and what are you here for? Show your ID. Everyone gets out of the car for inspection. I warn you not to play tricks, and don't look at this place."

Zuo Xuechen was so angry that the old man took the car for three days and finally arrived at his destination. His grandson didn't see him but was forced to get out of the car for inspection. He stuck his head out of the car window and shouted angrily.

"Let your Section Chief Zuo come to see me."

Looking for Deputy Chief Zuo?
wrong!

A cold light flashed in the guard's eyes. Section Chief Zuo had been promoted a long time ago. Everyone familiar with him knew about it. There was something wrong with this group of people, maybe they were spies, so he secretly made a gesture with his hand.

The other guards were observing here, and after seeing the gestures, they immediately activated the emergency plan. Someone pressed the silent alarm, and the rest held weapons and faintly surrounded the convoy.

After confirming that the situation was under control, the guard next to the car quietly took two steps back, and said with a smile, "I don't know who the old man is Section Chief Zuo, otherwise I wouldn't be able to ask Section Chief Zuo for instructions. You are right."

"He is my grandson."

The more Zuo Xuechen waited, the more anxious he was, he blew his beard and stared and replied, his tone was a bit bad. In the eyes of old-fashioned literati, there is no good thing in the intelligence department, um, except his own grandson.

Zuo Chong's grandfather on the side was a standard businessman who was used to making money in a friendly manner. He was afraid that his in-laws would make things difficult, so he stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Section Chief Zuo is also my grandson."

It's the opposite!

The guard just laughed angrily. Who is Section Chief Zuo?

He immediately wanted to raise the gun to the other party to put a stock on it, but before he could do anything, Zuo Zhong's father, Zuo Shanwen, slowly walked down from the car behind, and said something with a serious expression.

"I am the father of your Section Chief Zuo."

"Shut up!"

The guard yelled, pulled out the pistol at his waist and shouted: "You guys are so brave, you dare to insult party and state officials in broad daylight, come and arrest me all these madmen."

Following an order, the guards approached the convoy with ferocious faces, ready to fight. This scene frightened the Zuo family. They didn't know what happened, maybe Zuo Zhong stepped down.

"Slow down! Don't move!"

Suddenly, a shrill and trembling cry frightened everyone present. The guard turned his head and saw Gu Qi, the new chief of the intelligence section, running over with a group of spies.

(End of this chapter)