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Chapter 688
Madison Hotel.

In the majestic hall, several Chinese people in Chinese uniforms were sitting or standing in the reception area, looking at the guests coming and going, and going to the front desk to ask questions from time to time.

These people are special agents of the Asian Unit of the Foreign Affairs Division of the Harbin Police Department. They operate in various hotels in the city in a semi-public capacity, and are responsible for monitoring foreigners who come to Harbin.

The leader among them was a middle-aged man with a square face. At this time, he was sitting on the sofa and opened a newspaper in front of him, focusing on the two people who had just walked in.

There were two men, one old and one young, the young one was handsome, and attracted the peeps of many female guests as soon as he entered the door, and the older one looked thieves.

"Ling Yunsheng, Xu Ha'er."

The middle-aged man with a square face muttered a few words silently. He was very familiar with these two people. He had already figured out the details when the other party first moved into Madier a few months ago.

As for why they didn't notify the Secret Service to take over, which department would push the credit away? The Japanese have set a number of tasks for everyone, and they will be punished if they fail to complete them.

Besides, the work target of the Asian stocks is the yellow race, maybe Ling Yunsheng and Xu Haer are spies sent by two yellow race countries, no one can say for sure.

In short, according to the investigation, the other party was sent by a grain store in Sichuan Province to visit the front station in the Northeast, but he didn't do a single thing in business.

This kind of person, this kind of thing is not uncommon. When they came to Paris in the Far East from the closed place in Sichuan, and saw the world of flowers, many people couldn't control their hands and mouth.

"Chief, do you want to follow?"

When the middle-aged man was thinking, a spy came over and asked, not because he saw a flaw, but because he wanted to get a sum of money. This kind of businessman who pockets his own money is very lucrative.

"Forget it, the situation in Harbin is too chaotic recently, don't make trouble easily, that guy Gao Bin is a ghost, if he knows and then sues us, it will be troublesome."

The middle-aged man shook his head and warned: "They should go to the hotel lounge to play mahjong, find someone to ask about the background of the person at the table with them, and leave it alone if there is no problem."

"Okay, Chief."

The spy glanced at the two people who were walking away, and replied with a look of reluctance, he was exhausted waiting for others, and the other party was just playing with women besides gambling.

It's all the fault of those anti-Manchurian anti-Japanese elements. If they hadn't killed people and set fires everywhere, these two people from Guofu District would have been eaten up by Asian stocks long ago, so there is no need to wait until today.

Xu Enzeng and Ling Sanping walked around before the gate of death without knowing it, and came to the lounge of the Modern Hotel with a smile, and asked the waiter for a card table and a seasonal fruit plate.

I found that someone ordered a table, and those who had free time came up to set up a table. The cost of ordering a table here is not low, and most people can't afford it.

A man and a woman moved the fastest. Before the others could react, they sat down on the stool, first come, first served, and those who moved slowly could only leave angrily.

The group of four played all night until dawn the next day, throwing down a wad of banknotes as a tip, Xu Enzeng, beaming with joy, pulled Ling Sanping away from Madier.

Last night, he made a huge killing, winning the female player on the opposite side and almost making him pants. It is worthwhile that he has trained with several aunts and wives at home for many years, and this skill will come into use now.

He was proud, but Ling Sanping's expression was not very good. After several months in the Northeast, the two of them just dawdled like this. If Zuo Zhong knew, there would be no good results.

"Yun Sheng, why are you so sullen."

Xu Enzeng on the side patted Ling Sanping on the shoulder, glanced around with his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Be happy if you win money, or the Japanese will be suspicious if they see it."

"Suspect? Doubt what? Do you suspect that we use women and mahjong to steal information? Old Xu, what do you want to do?" Ling Sanping frowned and asked a question.

He has asked this question countless times, but the other party just said that he just mysteriously said that he will understand in the future, what the hell, he only knows that the funds are almost spent.

But this time, Xu Enzeng didn't try to be perfunctory. After hearing the words, he pondered for a while, and led him into a secluded alley and walked towards the rented place, explaining softly as he walked.

"Yun Sheng, do you think the plan made by my hometown is reasonable, let the two of us open a grain store, how much manpower and material resources are needed, and how much information can we get access to.

The Japanese and puppet agencies have special channels for the supply of grain and grass, and outsiders can't get in at all. Most of the people who go to the grain store are ordinary people and low-level Japanese and puppet personnel, which are of no use value.

I admit that being a grain merchant allows us to enter the Northeast smoothly, but it is difficult to collect information. Besides, you and I are not businessmen, and it is easy to show our flaws when doing business.

In my opinion, it's better to do the opposite, and pretend to be a guy who is greedy for Mo's money, and he is familiar with the three religions, and the source of information will be there, isn't it right, you say. "

Speaking of this, his face was full of complacency, and he whispered: "It's like the woman opposite me last night, her man works in the fishing team and is very familiar with the Jiangfang Fleet of the Puppet Manchukuo.

Didn't she say before that the Jiangfang Fleet has a total of 5 gunboats, among which the Jiangqing is often repaired, even worse than the broken machine boats of the fishing team, this is intelligence.

Also, the woman who had dinner with you two days ago drove the largest rickshaw shop in Harbin at home. What did she say that Koreans went nearby the night the warehouse caught fire.

If we follow the clues to find those people, will there be another channel? Intelligence work is not so simple, you should learn slowly, there are very deep ways in it. "

"I understand what you said, but!"

Ling Sanping was not so easy to fool, and immediately retorted seriously: "Our task is to lurk, as the director of the secret service headquarters, you should understand what these two words mean.

Conceal your identity, ambush for a long time, accumulate strength, and wait for the right time. These are the instructions from my hometown. The key point is to keep a low profile. Is there anyone as low-key as you? Don’t take me for a fool.

And we can't stay in the Northeast for a long time. The grain store is a reasonable reason for the successor to come to the Northeast. Obtaining information about the Japanese and puppets is only a secondary job. You should not avoid the important ones.

In addition, are you going to the technical girl to receive news? Then I would like to ask Director Xu, what important information you have found out, and let me, a newcomer, gain a lot of insight. "

"It does not matter."

Xu Enzeng blushed, and said stubbornly: "This is just a joke, if it can't be real, you don't need to ask any more questions, since Yunsheng wants to open a store, just open a store.

I met a real estate broker a few days ago, so I asked him about the situation, found a shop to set up the stall, and let them consider other things when the successor arrived. "

Ling Sanping looked at the other party with a dark face, nodded silently, then went to the newsstand beside him and bought a copy of Harbin Daily, and turned to the column of business information for a quick look.

"Shanghai Xinxin Theater Troupe's "Crying Soul" civilized drama is performed day and night in major theaters, and it will be performed in Kazakhstan in the near future. I hope that theater fans and friends will come and place bets on the performances and ticket prices."

When he saw this line of words, his eyes lit up suddenly. It was Zuo Zhong's order forwarded from his hometown, so he held the newspaper tightly in his hand and sped up his steps a little.

Seeing this, Xu Enzeng also knew that his superiors had given instructions, so he didn't dare to neglect to follow. A few minutes later, the two walked into a small Russian-style building and opened the door of a room on the second floor.

After entering the door, Xu Enzeng locked the door and stood by the window to look out. Ling Sanping took out a book from the table and compared the numbers in the newspaper to decrypt the information.

"Six o'clock in the evening, Hengde Luo Cafe."

Keeping these words firmly in his heart, Ling Sanping immediately burned the note with the order written on it, and made a silent gesture to Xu Enzeng to speak.

It happened that there was no water in the night, so the two closed the door and wandered to the nearby breakfast stalls, drinking the delicious porridge and talking quietly at the same time.

"Old Xu, meet at night."

"You go and I go?"

"You go, I'll go to the shop."

"Row."

Ling Sanping knew that once he appeared, it would be easy to attract the attention of the coffee shop customers, especially the attention of female customers, so Xu Enzeng would not have such troubles when he went to the meeting.

It can be seen that ugliness is also a special advantage. Besides, let the surname Xu talk to Zuo Zhong about the grain store. He is not the leader of Fengchu's team, so he has no reason to take the blame for the other party.

After discussing things, the two went back to the residence and slept until the afternoon. After getting up, Ling Sanping dressed and went out first to find the real estate broker, and to explore the way for Xu Enzeng.

People from the Secret Service investigated them, and of course they were aware of it. Although there has been no monitoring and tracking recently, the precautionary measures that should be done still have to be done, and they must be careful.

Xu Enzeng watched Ling Sanping come to the side of the road and get on a rickshaw. The surrounding area seemed to be calm, and there were no pedestrians or vehicles leaving suddenly, at least not within the visible range.

After confirming that no one was following the other party, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Despite years of intelligence work, it was the first time for him to have a meeting on the enemy's territory.

Putting on his coat and pressing the hat on his head, Xu Enzeng swallowed, pushed the door and walked out of the house, stepping on the creaking floor, stepping out of the small building and slowly disappearing into the street.

Two hours later, Central Avenue.

The Hengdeluo coffee shop was full of customers. This shop was run by a White Russian nobleman. It is said that this person has a lot of connections with the top officials of the Kwantung Army, and he is considered a top figure in Harbin.

Because the boss is powerful, the puppet Manchukuo police dare not come to harass at will. People of some status in the city like to talk business and make friends here, and the people who come and go are very complicated.

Xu Enzeng came down from the Motie, looking at the joint on the opposite side, he was a little nervous, looked around and raised his feet to prepare to go there, never thinking that his lower back would be held up by a hard thing.

The cold sweat dripped from his head, his legs were limp and he wanted to beg for mercy, and then a cold voice sounded behind him: "Chinese, don't move! Be honest!"

(End of this chapter)