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Chapter 723 Integration 2 (Two in One)
"Okamoto-kun, see you tomorrow."

"Goodbye, Your Excellency the Deputy Minister."

At the entrance of Tokyo Daily News Building, Zuo Zhong and Ono Satoshi bowed deeply to say goodbye. In the public, some flattery was enough.

If other people hear him calling the other party's minister, it's not flattery, it's putting on shoes for the other party, and it's a clever use of flattery, with one heart in mind.

Sure enough, Satoshi Ono was very pleased with his behavior, and patted him on the shoulder kindly: "Okamoto-kun, I am very optimistic about you, work hard.

When you pass the trial period, I will find a way to arrange you to work in the office, so you don't have to suffer from the wind and the sun, don't worry. "

"Arigado Kusaimas."

Zuo Zhong bowed again to thank him, but he was thinking of not doing it. He wanted this job just to facilitate his actions, and he didn't really want to be a social animal.

Then the two chatted for a few more words, and after the end, he watched Cong Ono go upstairs, turned around and walked out of the gate of Daily News holding two items.

Just now Satoshi Ono took him through the entry procedures, and the general affairs of the newspaper office gave him a certificate representing his identity as a reporter and a map of Tokyo.

Nothing else was given, such as cameras and other expensive equipment, which are exclusive to veteran reporters, you have to help the newspaper earn money first.

All capitalists have the same virtue,
There is no rabbit and no eagle.

Of course, you can also bring your own. The newspaper will provide some of the film. Zuo Zhong has already told the Vice Minister that he has an old-fashioned camera.

This is normal. The ghost economy has developed well in the past few decades. Many young people have the habit of taking pictures, and having a camera will not arouse suspicion.

Now that everything is ready, it is only due to Dongfeng, Zuo Zhong smiled and walked on the street, when he saw the phone booth, he immediately went in and called He Yijun.

Finding a modest but decent job is good news, cause for celebration, and more importantly, create action.

After talking with He Yijun, he lightly jumped onto a rickshaw, announced the name of a bar, closed his eyes, and stopped looking at the movement behind him.

Do anti-stalking in Tokyo,
Too eye-catching.

Now that so many policemen are conducting investigations on the street, it is very likely that they will be noticed if their whereabouts are secretive. There is absolutely no way to do things here without 300 taels of silver.

A rickshaw driver with a bamboo hat on his head is running hard on the streets of modern Tokyo, overtaking cars that are slow due to traffic jams.

feudalism over science,

Humans beat machines,

Ironic.

This is just like Japanese society, where an unharmonious balance has been formed among various contradictions, and the glue is shit and monarchism.

Zuo Zhong looked at the elementary school students on the street holding cash boxes to collect donations for the navy, and kept sneering in his heart. These are the so-called peace-loving Japanese people.

Bah, when Japan's chariot starts, there will be no innocent people, and all Japanese citizens will benefit more or less from the war of aggression.

"Stop the car, I want to collect donations!"

Zuo Zhong patted the coachman on the shoulder, jumped out of the car and came to the donation office, took out a 10-yen bill and put it in the cash box, and called out the navy board.

The primary school students showed surprise and bowed to thank him. He waved his hand casually to show that it was nothing, and hurried back to the car and told the driver to leave quickly.

Flicking his clothes away after the incident, hiding his merits without a name, he is described as a kind person who does good deeds without leaving a name, and has escaped the vulgar interests.

Immediately, he looked at the large pile of banknotes in the space as if nothing had happened, hoping that these little devils would not cry when they saw the toilet paper when they returned home.

This is not stealing. I have worked tirelessly to help them understand the dangers of society. What's the matter with receiving a little reward? This is a matter of course.

Zuo Zhongmei got off the car at the entrance of the bar, threw a big ticket to the driver, said boldly that there is no need to look for it, and then walked in.

"Guests welcome."

"Well, I'd like a glass of whiskey."

Facing the waiter's welcome, he casually ordered a drink and found a table to sit down, while his eyes quickly scanned the seven or eight customers in the bar.

It seemed that there was no problem, they were all ordinary people with some spare money, no one paid much attention to his arrival, they were all busy with their own affairs.

This is a small bar. There are only a dozen tables in the lobby, but the business hours are very long. It is one of the first bars in Tokyo, and it is a bit famous.

He raised his hand to check the time, leisurely picked up the wine glass brought by the waiter, and took a sip. Time passed by, and soon the sky slowly turned dark.

hum~ hum~ hum~
The neon signboards of the bar kept emitting the sound of electricity, and the bright lights were like candlelight, attracting groups of moth-like pleasure-seekers.

Zuo Zhong quietly observed the increasingly crowded crowd. After a long time, he took out a banknote and pressed it under the wine glass, got up and walked towards the toilet.

"crunch~"

He pushed open the dirty wooden door, ignoring a drunk who was leaning on the urinal, walked into the cubicle, closed the door, covered his mouth and nose, and listened to the sound outside.

After a few minutes, after a few people went in, the toilet was temporarily empty. He quickly pulled the water tank to the sink and turned on the faucet.

The most important thing about dead mailboxes is stability. It cannot be lost after being used for several times. It needs to be covered by permanent items that exist for a long time and are not easy to change.

For example, in the case of the radio station in Jinling, the Japanese tampered with the beam of the toilet in a restaurant, which was a very good position.

Unless it is dismantled, no one will touch or replace the beam. From this point of view, it took some thought for the Spies to find it there.

In this toilet, the water tank, partitions, mirrors, and water pipes are not suitable for setting dead mailboxes, and there is a risk of being discovered.

Zuo Zhong put one hand in the water and pretended to wash his hands, while groping behind the sink with the other hand, he quickly touched a piece of loose cement.

With a little force, the cement block and a piece of paper fell into his hand. At this time, footsteps came from outside, and he immediately restored the cement block.

After washing his hands and turning off the water, he took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands, passing by the drunk customer, who didn't even look at him, and went straight into the toilet.

Zuo Zhong walked out of the bar lightly, away from the hustle and bustle, stood on the side of the road with a cigarette in his mouth, blocked the cold wind with his hand and lit the lighter.

The flame illuminated the note in the palm of his hand, and a string of phone numbers and an address came into view. This was the emergency contact information left by Fu Ling.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and nimbly wrapped the note on the cigarette with his fingers and lit it. Remember that this content is very simple, and there is no need to put it in the space.

If you develop the habit of relying on space for everything, what should you do if you encounter a situation where you can’t use the space? You have to rely on yourself for work.

After getting the information he wanted, he smoked the choking cigarette silently, called a rickshaw again and rushed back to the pharmacy in the port area without stopping.

Now is not the time to see Fu Ling, who knows if Fu Ling is a traitor, confessed to the Tokyo station, and played a show with the enemy.

No one can be trusted.

Even if the opponent is his old subordinate.

But when He Yijun saw Zuo Zhong who came back, he didn't speak, the two of them closed the shop door together, went upstairs to spread out their bedding, washed up and turned off the lights to rest.

Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask when doing intelligence, don’t look at what you shouldn’t look at, don’t say what you shouldn’t say, these three most basic disciplines and rules don’t need to be reminded.

07:30 in the morning.

Zuo Zhong stood at the entrance of the Tokyo Daily News with his camera on his back, watching the staff members enter the building, and Satoshi Ono appeared 10 minutes later.

His eyes lit up, he trotted up to meet him, bowed his waist and said respectfully: "Your Excellency, it's really hard work, I'll help you get it."

As he spoke, he naturally took Satoshi Ono's purse with both hands, followed each other's side step by step, and walked towards the reporter department under the watchful eyes of a group of colleagues.

Faced with such shameless flattery, even Mr. Vice Minister, who is used to being praised by others, couldn't help showing a faint smile on his face.

It can be seen from this that in the field of how to please the chief, the Republic of China is significantly ahead of Japan, and may even be at the forefront of the world.

When he arrived at the reporter department, Ono Cong solemnly introduced Zuo Zhong to a group of old reporters, and personally asked for some high-value news leads.

After returning to the office, he explained earnestly: "Okamoto-kun, only good news can let you enter the newspaper office as soon as possible, understand.

Take a look, there are letters of introduction for interviewing young army officers, and invitations to press conferences from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, so you must cherish them carefully. "

"Hay!"

Zuo Zhong's tone was full of gratitude. Didn't he fall asleep and hit the pillow? The Japanese military and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs are the focus of the Secret Service's work.

It is not only safe to contact people in these two aspects through official channels, but also to obtain internal information. My flattery is really not in vain.

After being thankful, he took the two rolls of film approval slips from Satoshi Ono to the General Affairs Office, but he only received one roll, and the General Affairs Devil was grinning from ear to ear.

easy to get along with people,

for your own convenience,

It's not your own money anyway.

When Zuo Zhong loaded the film in the darkroom and entered the office, the old reporters in the room had long since disappeared, and they should have gone out to collect information.

In a sense, the nature of the work of journalists and intelligence officers is the same, they both rely on intelligence for a living, the difference is that journalists are safer.

He thought wildly and took out the news clues given by Satoshi Ono, and after careful analysis, he selected the first interviewee—a postman.

Clues showed that the postman was very conscientious, arriving earlier than everyone else in the morning and leaving later than everyone else in the evening.

It can be summed up in one word,

Volume~
Of course, it has nothing to do with him whether he rolls or not. The reason for this choice is that the scope of work of this person is in Ginza, where Tokyo Station is located.

According to the posture of the other party wishing to work 24 hours a day, this guy may have heard and seen something on the day of the accident at Tokyo Station.

Zuo Zhong prepared some tools needed for the interview, hurried out of the building, and first went to the post office in the central area where the interviewer was working.

As a result, everyone said that they didn't know, and asked him to go to the business district to find it. It can be seen that no matter where he is, Fendoubi is not welcome.

no way,
Then look for it.

Zuo Zhong roughly looked at the delivery line on the wall of the post office, walked for two hours in the cold wind, and finally found the other party downstairs in a residential building.

After listening to his self-introduction, the postman showed embarrassment, saying that he only had time to rest at noon, and he had to wait a little longer if he wanted to interview.

Zuo Zhong felt sad for the other party's colleagues, with such a king of rolls around, how could he have a good life, he might as well put a sack on him and throw him into the sea to his death.

But on the surface, he smiled and nodded in agreement, followed this person to deliver the letter, and took a few photos along the way, as pictures for the news release.

Then, he found that the other party might not be as desireless as he showed, and would quietly pose some movements for himself to take pictures when facing the camera.

People,

You can never escape the word fame and fortune.

Since they cooperated so well, there was nothing else to say, Zuo Zhong quickly consumed the expensive film until they came to a certain place.

A burnt black western building stood on the street, and the postman opened the postbox on the side of the road to sort letters, with a look of concentration.

Zuo Zhong moved his feet and stood on the side of the other party, facing the burnt building, flipped the shutter in his hand, and looked down at the situation in the viewfinder.

This is Rising Sun Cinema, the original location of Tokyo Station. If he guessed correctly, there must be intelligence personnel left by the Japanese around.

The purpose is to find suspicious people who came to spy on the scene, which is why he didn't come here before, and it is easy to be exposed without a reasonable reason.

After watching for a while,
And he made a discovery.

A waiter at the intersection coffee shop only serves at the window seat, and ignores customers at other locations, which is very abnormal.

There is also a cosmetics store not far away, where the female salesperson has been cleaning the glass, which happens to be the best place to observe the Sunshine Cinema.

In addition, there are also problems with a few event vendors walking back and forth. There are so many people crowded in a small space, there is a fart business.

The business level of their counterparts in Tokyo is obviously not as good as that of first-line spies. Also, no one dares to touch a tiger's butt. Where do they have actual combat experience.

But he touched it this time, and he wanted to give the other party a hard kick, to let the devil know that the mainland is not safe, Zuo Zhong smiled and waved at the postman.

"Mr. Postman, don't move."

"Crack."

He kept pressing the shutter, and the picture intentionally avoided the Rising Sun Cinema, and only photographed the interview target with a firm gaze, so as not to cause trouble.

Facts proved that his worries were not unfounded. The two of them were stopped by the "police" just as they were about to leave after filming, and asked about their identities and the reason for taking pictures.

Zuo Zhong and the postman had no choice but to show their IDs and explain in detail. The other party carefully recorded the relevant information before letting them go.

Obviously this is a test, using the special identity of the police for preliminary screening. After all, there is a large flow of people in Ginza, and there is no way to track them one by one.

Watching the police walk away, Zuo Zhong knew in his heart that given the Japanese's attention to detail, he would definitely find a way to get the roll of film in the camera.

Thinking of this, he smiled slightly, turned to the postman and said, "It's already noon, why don't we find a restaurant and have a good chat about your work."

"Well, Mr. Reporter is really wasting money." The postman rolled his eyes and hit the stick, pushing Zuo Zhong to pay the bill.

"Haha, it's okay."

Zuo Zhong showed his white teeth and looked very kind. The last person who tried to take advantage of him was Torreta from Belarus.

Forget it, these are trivial matters. After we get the words out of this guy, we can decide whether to meet Fu Ling or not. I hope there will be no problems.

　Arguing with the partner, I am in a bad mood. (; [-]_[-])
　　
　
(End of this chapter)