The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 253 Snatching

"This incident is enough to prove Mr. Ding's loyalty to the Japanese Empire. I believe that your Excellency, Commander, will give you a good future."

"Thank you Mr. Fujita."

dong dong dong.

Zhou Qinghe knocked on Miura Erlang's door.

"Fujita-kun, come."

Miura Erlang smiled and waved. When he saw Zhou Qing and Ding Mocun beside him, he glanced at him and said with a smile: "Is this Ding Mocun?"

Ding Mocun giggled, mainly because he didn't understand.

Miura Jiro didn't speak Chinese, so he asked Zhou Qinghe a question, and Zhou Qinghe nodded.

Miura Jiro said: "Reward him appropriately. He used to be a major general. The reward should not be too low. Give him a reward of 10,000 yuan. As for the rest, you decide. The key is that he must continue to contribute to you." , don’t give it to that special committee, it’s not yours if you make meritorious service.”

"I understand."

"Then who knows, there may be too many problems. Let them check themselves and let's not worry about it."

"What rewards will there be?" Zhou Qinghe also asked directly out of curiosity due to his close relationship.

Miura Jiro nodded: "I hope you can make more achievements, thank you for your hard work."

What I mean is that Mr. Ding went to this secret service headquarters, and the Central Unification agents he captured were also managed by Mr. Ding. You guys come from the same discipline, so I believe you can manage them easily. What do you think of Mr. Ding? "

Ding Mocun understood, so he sighed with regret: "Then I don't understand the language, so I'd better go to the secret service headquarters."

As the two of them went downstairs, Zhou Qinghe said: "The Military Police Headquarters has also made certain considerations regarding Mr. Ding's arrangements. The position that is most suitable for Mr. Ding must still be an agent."

"sure."

Expressing great interest, he asked about the possibility of the medal, and then Zhou Qinghe tilted his head toward the door.

Zhou Qinghe smiled: "With Mr. Ding's ability, you can naturally stay in the special high school, but you are the only one, Mr. Ding, and other people from Zhongtong cannot enter. So, does Mr. Ding like to work alone, or does he like to have a family?" A group of subordinates will help you with your work."

"Then I'll leave first, and I'll arrange for that person first."

And there will definitely be people like Li Liqun and Ding Mocun who will join the Japanese, whether it's for the sake of their future or simply being cheap.

It would be of no use to these Zhongtong people if they were caught. Zhongtong was famous for fighting outsiders and outsiders but inside and outsiders. It would save them some trouble if they were given a hand.

Miura Jiro stepped forward and patted Zhou Qinghe on the shoulder, and raised his hand: "Sit down, as long as there are gains in Shanghai, don't worry about Nanjing, that is not our jurisdiction.

"Li Liqun has the final say in the secret service headquarters now? What is my position?" This question is very critical. Ding Mocun's eyes are bright.

Since Ying Zuo is holding Li Liqun and Li Liqun is hiding in a turtle shell, it would be a good idea to have a dog go in and bite him.

Miura Jiro chuckled: "Then I don't know. I'm not the Prime Minister. They always have to hold meetings to go through the process, but he has said so, can't he give a bonus of 500 yuan? I think it is very possible. I’ll give you a medal.”

As the war intensifies, it is unrealistic to expect everyone to see that Japan will fail in the overall situation.

"I would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail." Zhou Qinghe chuckled: "I also fully consider the happiness of Mr. Ding's life."

"very good."

If you instill some ideas of making money into them, they will be like moths lying on the Japanese one by one, and they can sell all the equipment given by the Japanese.

It's better to be in control than out of control.

Zhou Qinghe now has different ideas about the secret service headquarters under the secret service committee.

Zhou Qinghe smiled naturally: "Of course he is the director of the secret service headquarters, is he still the deputy director?"

After the people left, Miura Jiro looked at Zhou Qinghe with a smile on his face, and first sighed with semi-regret: "Fujita-kun, there is news from Nanjing that their arrest was a step late, and the building was empty."

Zhou Qinghe nodded with a smile and relayed to Ding Mocun: "The Commander said that you performed very well and asked me to reward you. I hope you will continue to work hard."

"Credit does not divide departments, but credit belongs to everyone. I hope Mr. Ding remembers this truth."

When Zhou Qinghe walked out of the door, Ding Mocun immediately greeted him.

Zhou Qinghe continued: "Ying Zuojun's special agent committee has set up a special agent headquarters, which is full of Chinese people like Mr. Ding. Now Li Liqun is in charge.

Ding Mocun did not agree immediately, but hesitated and said:

"I heard that Mr. Fujita is in charge of the Military Police, and the Military Police should have a special high school class. Can't I stay in the special high class to work for you, Mr. Fujita?

"Hahahaha." Ding Mocun laughed heartily: "Thank you, Mr. Fujita, for your help."

No, he doesn't need to instill this idea, at most he can guide it.

The whole world is like this, right?

Zhou Qinghe is not interested in eating the big cake. He will wait until he has some real benefits.

"Let him out."

"You go out and wait."

Ding Mocun nodded.

"Of course, I'm from the extra-high school class."

The General Staff Headquarters attaches great importance to your harvest this time. I sent a message back last night. Prime Minister Lu knew about your harvest this time and approved it personally. He must commend you! Great rewards!

The uprooting of Shanghai's secret service was an important milestone in our counterintelligence affairs. It was an effective counterattack against our failure in the previous year and greatly improved our morale! "

I don't like Li Liqun. "

Fujita, I have important news for you.

Zhou Qinghe suddenly frowned in displeasure: "These trash, are there stupid pigs on duty at the Military Police Headquarters in Nanjing? What went wrong?"

"Ok."

"Hey, Mr. Fujita, Li Liqun is from Yingzuo, and this department is Yingzuo's department. I didn't go to Yingzuo. Will Yingzuo give up the position of director to me?" What Ding Mocun is most concerned about now is own position.

"Don't worry, if I ask, he will give it to me."

Zhou Qinghe took Ding Mocun to find Ying Zuo.

Of course Yingzuo was not happy when he saw Ding Mocun.

But for a poor man, the rich man is his father.

Yingzuo asked for 50 yuan from the General Staff Headquarters at that time, but now he has not a cent left. If he doesn't get any more money, he may not be able to afford food.

In the tea room of Ying Zuo's room, Zhou Qinghe said calmly: "Ying Zuo, have you ever thought that the loss of your 50 yuan was because of Li Liqun's mischief?"

"I have thought about it." Ying Zuo frowned and said, "But when I came back, I asked the military police and his people did not go out for a long time during that time."

"Don't forget, he has a good relationship with the Qinggang. His Wu Sibao is a big shot in the Qinggang. Do you dare to guarantee that Wu Sibao has brought everyone into the open?

Is there no part of it still hidden in the shadows of the concession? Then he only needs to send a message. "

Zhou Qinghe spoke and shook his head slowly: "Ying Zuojun, how can you choose to completely trust the Chinese?"

Ying Zuo frowned and nodded with deep understanding: "It's probably him. The key to this matter will never be found out."

"I know, so I said, it's just right to let Ding Mo Village in." Zhou Qinghe sneered:

“Once Ding Mo Village and Li Liqun get into a feud, they will restrict each other, and the Chinese people will be tied together, which is not a good thing for us.

Secondly, letting Ding Mocun serve as the director is also a warning to Li Liqun, telling him not to play so many tricks in the future. "

"Okay! Let's do it!"

Zhou Qinghe didn't want to spend any money, so Ying Zuo agreed.

What a pleasure.

No, you are not short of money?

Zhou Qinghe thought that Yingzuo was going to ask for a loan, so he was prepared to lend 50,000 yen to help, but who knew that Yingzuo didn't even mention it.

He wanted to save face and suffer, could it be that Tu Feiyuan left money for him?

Zhou Qinghe asked Ding Mocun to thank him, and then called Li Liqun to announce the matter.

Li Liqun was holding back his anger, and his mouth was twisted with anger. He wholeheartedly helped the Japanese with suggestions, but in the end he didn't trust him, and his position as the top leader was even taken away.

Although the position of top leader was originally given to Ding Mo Village, who wanted Ding Mo Village to assassinate him, but now that Ding Mo Village suspected that he had swallowed the money, it turned into making himself uncomfortable.

Very angry.

But it was useless. It didn't matter whether he was angry with Zhou Qinghe and Yingzuo.

Let Ding Mocun go back and continue to sort out the confessions. Once these confessions are sorted out, Ding Mocun can take up his post with his new subordinates.

Two days later, Zhou Qinghe received a call and a telegram of commendation from the General Staff Headquarters arrived. Gendarmerie Headquarters, conference room.

Witnessed by a group of senior officials, Zhou Qinghe accepted the solemn investiture ceremony of Miura Jiro.

The third-level Gold Medal of Merit, with the middle ribbon worn around the neck.

For a Japanese soldier, the medal is the highest honor, so the atmosphere in the venue was very warm. After wearing the medal, the senior counselor and the assistant officer immediately started to applaud.

Fujita and Lieutenant Commander Kiyoshi deserved this honor. The uprooting of a Shanghai spy organization was definitely a dazzling achievement. It was something that even General Doi Madoka had not accomplished.

"Fujita-kun, congratulations."

"Fujita-kun, you have a bright future."

"Thank you."

Zhou Qinghe touched the medal and felt stingy.

One thing that is better about the Golden Horse Medal than the Party-State Medal is that it is a lifelong payment system, and an annuity of several hundred yuan is given every year, which is equivalent to retirement security.

However, for Zhou Qinghe, the meaning of the medal is of course much more than that. The most important thing is not to add a huge amount of qualifications to his resume.

But with this achievement, who dares to say that Zhou Qinghe is not serving the Empire of Japan wholeheartedly?

Even if the Chinese are released from prison in the future, it will be a long-term planning consideration based on the foresight of Section Chief Fujita, and it is definitely not sympathetic to the Chinese.

One white thing covers a thousand ugliness.

Anyone who accuses Zhou Qinghe must weigh whether he has enough weight.

"Navy Club, I invite you." Zhou Qing said generously.

"Oh~" The staff officers immediately cheered and drank. The Japanese liked it best.

As they were going downstairs, the military policeman came forward and reported: "Captain, there is someone at the door looking for you."

"Who?"

"Zhang Xiaolin."

Why is he here

"Bring him to my office. You go and play first. All the expenses will be mine. Have fun."

"Oh~" The staff cheered happily and left.

Zhou Qinghe smiled and went downstairs to his office.

After a while, Zhang Xiaolin was brought in.

"Brother Zhang, why did you come here in person?" Zhang Xiaolin went out in person. Zhou Qinghe thought something big had happened.

Who knew that Zhang Xiaolin sighed miserably as soon as he came in: "Thanks to Brother Zhou for being willing to see me, I shamelessly came to the door in person to ask Brother Zhou for an explanation. If I have offended you in any way, please tell me."

"What?" Zhou Qinghe frowned: "Please tell me clearly, what happened?"

I even spared your son and didn't kill him. What kind of crying is this?

Zhang Xiaolin sighed and sighed: "Brother Zhou, it's difficult for me too. This month's dividend of 700,000 to 800,000 yuan is really what I have tried my best to come up with. The other shares are all counted.

Living in the concession, living in Shanghai, British, American and French, you think I have to take care of them all, right? I can really give as much as I can with this money.

I'm old, and I really don't want to be greedy for such petty profits. Besides, how can I still not know that this is a Japanese world? No one is missing, but you, my brother, cannot be missing.

If you really don’t have enough, just tell me and I will make up for it by selling iron, cars and houses.

But you really don’t want to destroy my shop and cut off my income. If you really want it, just say a word and you can take it away, okay? It's really a waste to smash it. "

"Wait a minute, you said someone smashed your shop?" Zhou Qinghe finally understood and frowned: "Who smashed it?"

"Didn't you let people smash it?"

"of course not."

"It's impossible. People said that the gendarmerie is behind it."

"What?" Zhou Qinghe thought for a moment, and thought about Tojo Akio, but he didn't say anything, but asked: "Please tell me clearly, what is going on, the ins and outs!"

Zhang Xiaolin said: "This has been going on for a month. At that time, I asked the British about a batch of goods."

"What kind of goods?"

"Luxury ointment."

Zhou Qinghe nodded, "You continue."

"When the British came in, I asked someone to pick up the goods. Not long after the goods left the dock, they were robbed. When my men came to report, I was puzzled. Who is this? How audacious. Even I Do you dare to snatch all the goods?

But these thieves acted quickly and ruthlessly, leaving no clues at all, so I had no choice but to suffer the loss, not even knowing who to ask for it from. "

"So you suspect that I sent someone to rob it?"

"How can it be possible? If this matter was so simple, I wouldn't come to you, Brother Zhou, to talk about it. I thought afterwards that if this batch of goods was robbed, no matter who robbed it, they would still have to ship it, even if it was Brother Zhou robbed it, so you can figure it out, right? I just want to find clues from this aspect."

"That's the right idea, what next?"

"Then I started looking for it. I looked around and sent all my men out, but I couldn't find the whereabouts of this batch of goods. I don't know if it was hidden by someone or if this batch of goods left Shanghai.

But I wasn’t right the first time I thought about it. Why are you hiding it? Sooner or later it will be sold, so I wondered if this batch of goods had left Shanghai. "

Zhou Qinghe frowned slightly: "You are saying that this batch of goods is quite large. If someone can make this batch of goods leave Shanghai, he must be able to control the military police. So you suspect that there are people from the military police inside to rob it together?"

Zhang Xiaolin nodded this time: "Brother Zhou Mingjian, that's not all. There is another thing. There is a large market for Fushou ointment in Shanghai, and the monthly consumption is about 600 tons.

The number of goods I ship every month is fixed, ups and downs, but this month, my Fu Shou Ointment business has been a lot worse.

I just want to find the reason for this. Recently I found out something. There is a medicine shop in Hongkou that is doing business in this area. And the person behind it, I checked, is undoubtedly Japanese. "

"Is he selling your longevity ointment?" Zhou Qinghe asked.

Zhang Xiaolin shook his head: "That's not true. I asked someone to buy one. The product he sold was from Iran, while the product the British sold me was from India. It's clearly stated on the packaging."

Zhou Qinghe nodded: "So your Fu Shou Ointment was robbed, and there were military police in it. You suspected that the goods left Shanghai.

And a new stall selling longevity ointment has opened in Hongkou, and there are Japanese people behind it. Do you think I want to steal your business, cut off the supply of goods, and open a store to sell it yourself?

I probably understood. "

Zhang Xiaolin immediately apologized and sighed with a bitter smile: "I'm kidding, how could I doubt you? It's just that I'm anxious. I don't know what really happened now. I don't know what's behind this.

What should I do if there is a gendarmerie behind this Japanese business? To give way or not to give way? . "

"Well"

Zhou Qinghe nodded, thinking thoughtfully and said, "Tell me the name of the store you mentioned that sells Fushou ointment in Hongkou, and I'll check it first."

"It's called Hongji Shantang."

The name is quite nice, like a medical clinic. "Okay, you go back and wait for my news. I will definitely give you an answer on this matter."

"Thank you, thank you very much."

"You're welcome. Someone, please escort Mr. Zhang out."

Zhou Qinghe must find out this matter. He dares to steal Zhang Xiaolin's goods, and there is the intervention of the gendarmerie behind it. This sounds not easy.

Hongkou's store registration information was backed up in the gendarmerie, so Zhou Qinghe went to the archives room.

I directly browsed to find out who the registered owner of Hongji Shantang was, and I quickly got a name.

Hongji Shantang, owner Fujita Isamu.

"Isamu Fujita has never heard of it."

Your last name is Fujita too?

Could it be that someone was using his name to show off his power?

The funny thoughts in Zhou Qinghe's mind flashed away, he sneered, and went out to the Navy Club for a party.

Today he is the protagonist, and he still needs to participate in the process of drinking and bonding.

After attending, Zhou Qinghe asked Liu Qi to drive him around not far from the entrance of Hongji Shantang.

Start observing.

(End of this chapter)