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Chapter 544 I Can Not Want It, But You Can't Not Give It
Xu Enzeng left in a murderous spirit. Whether he died or someone else died, this multiple-choice question is easy to do, and for the party-state elites, such things as conscience and morality do not exist.

The next few days were uneventful.

If the party intends to shrink, the underground party will go into hibernation, and the two concessions will continue to sing and dance, and everyone seems to have reached a tacit understanding to jointly maintain this rare peace.

During this period, Zuo Zhong personally went to the Elizabeth Hospital to confirm that the traitor named Gong Zizai was not dead, and then told Old K about the relevant situation, and asked him to pass it on to Shanghai authorities.

Because of the reminder, the underground party was not in a hurry to silence them again. Last time they successfully confused the Secret Service Headquarters and caught the other party by surprise, but this time it was not that simple.

It is unwise to act hastily in the face of a trap. Early intelligence investigation and various preparations for the operation are essential. This will take time. Fortunately, the traitor is in a coma, so there is no need to worry too much.

After Zuo Zhong dealt with this matter, he took a vacation for himself, and took He Yijun to shuttle around Shanghai every day to familiarize himself with the roads. Together with the war, this East Asian spy will be the main battlefield of the Secret Service.

If you don't even have a good grasp of the terrain, how can you fight against the Japanese? The opponent has invested a lot of manpower and material resources here for decades, and Hongkou in the public concession is like a country within a country.

Most of the first Japanese who came to Shanghai lived in the area of ​​Wusong Road and Wuchang Road in Hongkou. They made a living by opening small businesses such as watch shops, clothing stores, and photo studios, and many of them ran technical institutes.

After the last World War, the Japanese textile industry began to invest in the Republic of China on a large scale. Many spinning mills and textile factories were opened in Hongkou and Yangpu, and people related to them set foot on this land continuously.

In the 12th year of the Republic of China, the regular route from Shanghai to Nagasaki was opened, and two ships traveled between the two places. The number of Japanese nationals in Shanghai continued to increase, accounting for nearly half of the number of foreign nationals in Shanghai.

In addition to Wusong Road and Wuchang Road, these people also expanded to Beichuan Provincial Road and Diswei Road, and built many residences, schools, hospitals, vegetable farms, temples and other facilities in these areas.

Today, Hongkou presents a strong oriental style everywhere, and those who have good things even call it a shitty Tokyo. After [-], Japan gained the actual governance of this place.

When Zuo Zhong and He Yijun wore western clothes and walked slowly on the streets full of kimonos, it seemed that they had traveled thousands of miles away to the mainland of Japan. All they saw were Japanese-style buildings and all they heard were Japanese conversations.

Occasionally, passers-by who spoke Chinese passed by in a hurry, with panicked faces, and did not dare to stop on the road because of the fierce-eyed Japanese policemen at the intersection.

He Yijun looked at this scene with normal expression, and asked in a low voice in Japanese: "Could it be that the Public Concession Industry Bureau gave up Hongkou, or did the Japanese have transactions with the British and the Americans?"

From the very beginning when he was in charge of the intelligence department, Zuo Zhong required all personnel to master a foreign language, such as French, English, Japanese, etc., at least to be able to conduct simple conversations.

After more than a year of study, except for those few with poor brains, everyone else has met this requirement. He Yijun has learned Japanese and English, and can not only speak but even read and write.

The fly in the ointment is that her accent is not very standard, and she sounds like a foreigner, which is fatal to the latent work. There is no other way to correct this.

Listening to her question, Zuo Zhong first reminded her: "Listen to Japanese broadcasts more, remember the accent of the other party, don't learn the local accent, it is enough to learn the standard Japanese promoted by the Japanese government.

The Japanese who speak this language are the most, and they come from various regions at the same time. The disguised identity is not easy to be exposed. Even if they are traced, they cannot be used as valuable clues. Do you understand? "

"I understand."

He Yijun watched the Japanese coming and going, nodded seriously, and made up his mind to change his accent from today, as long as he could avenge the tragic death of his parents, no matter how difficult it was, she would persevere.

Zuo Zhong saw that the other party paid attention to this issue, so he replied in standard Japanese: "The specific reasons are complicated to explain, but it can be summed up in one sentence, whoever has a big fist is right.

During the January 1800th Incident, the Japanese ceased fighting under pressure from the United Kingdom and the United States, and withdrew most of their troops, but they still left a marine corps of more than [-] people, whose armed forces were second to none in Shanghai.

The public concession didn't want to tear their skins apart, so they could only accept this result. After all, the function of the colony was to harvest wealth, and development required a stable environment. The Japanese kidnapped the city. "

At this point, he squatted down and straightened his shoelaces, quietly glanced left and right out of the corner of his eye, picked up a stone and drew a circle on the corner of the wall beside him, got up and kicked the stone far away.

And He Yijun stood on the bustling street with a dazed expression. With the Japanese people's deliberate preparation and planning, can the government really win? No matter how you look at it, there seems to be little hope.

"Let's go, the boat will go straight before the bridge."

After Zuo Zhong comforted him, the two of them wandered around Hongkou for a whole day, inspecting some representative buildings such as Hongkou Temple, Shanghai Hospital, Xihongan Temple, Sanjiaodi Small Vegetable Market, and Jinglinlu.

Surprisingly, when he talked to the Japanese in these places, they didn't find anything wrong, just an ordinary expatriate and a Chinese woman who could speak Japanese.

This does not mean that Zuo Zhong has a talent for language, and that hard work can make up for his weakness. He accumulates vocabulary by reading books every day, practice calligraphy with calligraphy every day, and falls asleep with Japanese radio recordings. God is fair after all.

In the evening, he sent He Yijun to a taxi, walked into an izakaya by himself, ordered a few dishes casually, sat in a tatami room sipping sake, and waited for an old friend to arrive.

The circle drawn in the corner is the secret signal to meet. The meeting place has also been carefully selected. Neither the boss nor the waiter has an official background, so there is no need to worry about being eavesdropped when talking here.

Half an hour later, footsteps sounded.

"Shu~"

Immediately, the partition door was pulled open, and a gentle scum in a suit and leather shoes walked in quickly, and closed the door behind his back. When he saw the scene in the room, he immediately opened his eyes and said in surprise.

(The following are all in Japanese)
"Fat Tiger, why is it you?"

"Hehe, please, Hase-kun."

Zuo Chong smiled and raised his hand to signal the other party to take a seat, then poured a glass of wine for him, and said in a rather emotional tone: "It's been more than a year since we parted last time, in order to meet again, please drink up this glass."

"Hayi, Your Excellency please."

Hase Ryosuke sat on the opposite side kneeling upright, raised the glass with both hands and drank the wine in one gulp. For those who can control their own destiny, human beings always seem to be so kind.

He breathed out a mouthful of alcohol after drinking, and asked in a low voice: "I don't know if Mr. Fat Tiger has any tasks that require my cooperation when he comes to Shanghai this time. Please rest assured, Zhang Gu will definitely do his best."

"Don't worry, we haven't seen each other for so long, we should catch up on the past first, and there is reliable news that the personnel of your consulate has changed. I don't know if Mr. Hase has been affected."

Zuo Zhong took two sips of his wine and looked up at the other party: "If there is anything you need to help, please feel free to speak up. Whether it is a competitor or an obstacle blocking your progress, we can help you solve it."

Hase Ryosuke was overjoyed, someone was indeed competing with him for a key position, and had an advantage, who made him a relative of the cabinet, so he finally shook his head.

"Thank you Fat Tiger for your kindness. The personnel change is personally presided over by His Excellency Inotaro Ishika, Consul General of Shanghai. Any death incident will definitely arouse the vigilance of the consulate and even the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

Stone shot Inotaro.
Even though Zuo Zhong often saw this name in information, he still couldn't help laughing, Zhu Taro, with Wu Dalang's height and weight of more than 200 jins, it was inexplicably appropriate.

He put a few seaweeds into his mouth, and said curiously: "I remember that the Consul General in Shanghai also graduated from the same library. Logically speaking, you are on your own, and the other party will definitely help you."

Hase Ryosuke smiled wryly: "Without the help of the Consul General, and my old classmate, Iwai, the Consulate's Intelligence Director, I wouldn't even be eligible to participate in this competition for the Deputy Intelligence Minister.

That man is the son-in-law of the Minister of Military Supplies, and he has a lot of contacts in Tokyo. Maybe the appointment from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs will be issued in a few days. Children from common people like us, it is more practical to earn more money. "

That is to say, in terms of seniority, merit, and thesis certificate, this deputy minister is in his pocket, and he didn't expect a second-generation ancestor to jump out halfway.

To be honest, Zhang Gu was obsessed with making money every day, and he had no interest in getting promoted, but there was a saying that I could refuse it, but you had to give it, not to mention that it represented the recognition of the superior.

"Damn relational account."

He cursed, raised his head and drank another glass, his face was full of unwillingness and depression, being an intelligence officer was not only about fighting and killing, but also about how to deal with the world, the reality taught himself a good lesson.

"cough."

Zuo Zhong always felt that this guy was pointing at the monk and cursing him, so he coughed and said, "Give me the details of this person, and I will make proper arrangements so that Ishika Iotaro and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs will not be suspicious.

The position of deputy director of intelligence is very important, it is the same for you and me. By the way, is there any noteworthy intelligence in Shanghai these two days? "

"No need."

Hase Ryosuke waved his hand proudly: "Mr. Fat Tiger, you help me like this, and this time there is no charge. In fact, there is nothing important, but there are two pieces of news about your country's secret service headquarters.

One is that they captured two important members of the Shanghai Central Bureau of the underground party, and these two people have surrendered. The other is that the target of the Baoji Hotel murder a few days ago is not dead and is currently being treated. "

"What? How do you know?"

Zuo Zhong was shocked. The second information was alright. The spies in the hospital worked in two shifts. There were so many people that the news could be easily leaked. The important thing was the first one. He didn't even know about it.

Hase Ryosuke did not hesitate, and explained: "There is a secret organization in Shanghai's intelligence community that sells information to the outside world. I, Kai Wei, Frenchman Joshua, and Shi Zhenmei all joined."

organization?

Trafficking information?

Shi Zhenmei?
Zuo Zhong felt that the Secret Service Headquarters should just be renamed the Secret Service Headquarters Information Exchange Center, and the stationmasters of the dignified Shanghai Station have all become intelligence dealers. Xu Enzeng, Xu Enzeng, you can have some fun.

(End of this chapter)