The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 298 Visit
"The properties belonging to the Green Gang will be returned to you in due time. Just help me make money and pay me on time. As for some of their private houses and other things, I won't share them with you, right? Is that okay with you?"

"Ha, ha, ha, as I should, as I should."

Zhang Fayao still understood the warning in Zhou Qinghe's eyes. He cursed Zhou Qinghe and the vampire inwardly, but agreed with them by saying something like "Of course there is no problem. This is what I should do."

After writing, Zhang Fayao went home immediately to collect evidence.

I rushed back very quickly in the evening, quite excited.

"Mr. Fujita, everything has been investigated clearly. It's all here. If you verify one or two things, I guarantee that execution will be the lightest punishment." Zhang Fayao handed over a notebook.

It was indeed very easy for the Qing Gang to investigate the Qing Gang. Zhou Qinghe glanced at it casually and found that the content was quite rich and varied. There were really many industries.
Among the Green Gang, a giant in Shanghai, none of the veterans who followed Zhang Xiaolin to conquer the world were short of money.

"Okay, I'll leave the stuff here, you can go back."

"So when do we start?"

"Planning takes time. Do we need to put out bait before fishing? Just wait for my news." Zhou Qinghe was too lazy to say anything more to him.

"Okay, okay. I'll wait for your news then." Zhang Fayao said goodbye.

Zhou Qinghe glanced at Zhang Fayao's back as he walked out, then returned to the sofa with the notebook in his hand, sat down, crossed his legs and started reading.

These people were Zhang Fayao's mortal enemies. Zhang Fayao had done the classification for him, so the rest of the things were easy.

Pull one group and beat another group.

The person to lead the team has also been chosen, Huang Jinrong, one of the three bosses who is paralyzed at home.

Only Huang Jinrong could suppress all the voices of opposition.

It's time for him, the doctor, to take action.

Ding Ling Ling, Ding Ling Ling.
Zhou Qinghe picked up the phone.

"Mr. Fujita?" It was Red Rose's voice on the phone.

"it's me."

"The latest news, Yingzuo is back and just got off the plane."

Yingzuo is back. Something happened in Shanghai and he is in Shanghai. Yingzuo is not coming back at this time. Staying in Nanjing to avoid suspicion and making it impossible for Zhou Qinghe to find fault is actually the best way to deal with it. Since he is back, Zhou Qinghe can't guess why Yingzuo comes back at this time, but he expects that things are bound to change.

"Got it. Send someone to follow him throughout the day to see where he goes."

After Zhou Qinghe finished speaking, he put down the phone. It seemed that Huang Jinrong would be paralyzed for another two days.

The sun has set and the neon lights of Shanghai have come on, showing a prosperous scene.

Zhou Qinghe was admiring the night view of the Huangpu River on the balcony while waiting for Hong Meigui's call. However, before he received the call, she arrived first.

The subordinate reported: "Sir, General Yingzuo came to visit."

Zhou Qinghe turned around in surprise. Yingzuo had just returned to Shanghai instead of going back to his own Meihua Lane, so why was he running to his place?
"Tea, I'll be right down."

"Hi."

Zhou Qinghe came down the stairs, "Greetings to you, Yingzuo-kun. Aren't you in Nanjing? When did you come back?"

"Hahahaha, Fujita-kun, I'm sorry for coming here uninvited. I heard you were here in Nanjing, and I came to visit you right after I got off the plane."

Yingzuo stood up from the sofa with a laugh, and pointed to a gift box on the table: "I heard that Fujita-kun was hiding in Nanjing in the early years. This time I came back from Nanjing, I brought you some Nanjing pastries and snacks. I asked someone to make them before I got on the plane, so they are guaranteed to be fresh."

"You're welcome. Please take a seat."

"please."

After sitting down and exchanging a few pleasantries, Yingzuo also stated the purpose of his visit: "I came here this time to ask for your help."

"But it doesn't matter."

"First, the Nanjing government has just been established and there is a shortage of supplies. We are short of everything. At this critical period, compared to the Chongqing government, we must give the Chinese people an impression of improvement so that they will be sympathetic to us. So I came here to ask for your help. I hope you can raise more medicines in the Medical Bureau to enrich the Nanjing treasury."

"This..." Zhou Qinghe was a little embarrassed, holding up his tea without drinking it, and said seriously: "Yingzuo-kun, you also know that the current domestic situation is not good. There is only so much funding for medicines, and that is all prepared for the military. There is no quota for the Chinese. You ask me for it, and you ask for more. It's difficult for me to handle this."

"It's difficult for others to do it, but Fujita-kun, you will definitely have a way. Please help me." Yingzuo said with a hint of begging.

No matter what happens behind the scenes, everyone appears to be friendly on the surface.

Zhou Qinghe was embarrassed for a moment, then sighed and nodded: "Okay, I'll try to raise some money for you, but I have something to say in advance. The Nanjing government has just been established and has no income. I will treat it as your debt. When the Nanjing government has income, you have to pay it back in installments."

"Of course, Fujita-kun, you have helped me a lot." Kagesawa was happy after finishing the first task, "Come on, I will buy you a drink, and we can talk while drinking."

What kind of broken wine is worth a batch of medicine? Zhou Qinghe waved his hand: "Forget about drinking. Drinking affects the nerves. His Majesty the Emperor has not fully recovered yet. I have to be on guard against possible accidents at all times."

"Yes, yes, there is a long way to go. Let's drink next time." Yingzuo didn't say anything more after hearing this. Instead, he said, "Mr. Fujita, your surgical skills are really superb. I returned to Shanghai this time and actually wanted your help on a medical matter."

Zhou Qinghe raised his eyes and glanced at Yingzuo, frowning and looking serious: "Did you find any problems during the inspection?"

"It's not me." Yingzuo chuckled and denied: "You have seen this person, Chairman Wang from Nanjing."

"It's him." Zhou Qinghe's expression returned to calmness, and he looked reminiscing and thoughtful.

Yingzuo said, "He was once stabbed and injured by a member of the Iron Blood Anti-Traitor Group. The bullet was deeply lodged in his body and has not been removed yet. He cannot walk easily and it is really painful. One of the reasons why I came to Shanghai this time was to do what he asked. He heard about you performing spinal surgery on the emperor in China, so he specifically asked me to come to you to see if you can help him with his pain."

Zhou Qinghe nodded slightly and said with a smile: "I know about this. The one who assassinated him was an agent sent by the assassination king Wang Yaqiao. He disguised himself as a reporter and sneaked into the press conference. He shot him in the face, arm and chest. He survived three times. This guy is quite lucky."

There are wrong names, but there are no wrong nicknames. Wang Yaqiao is a master of assassination with remarkable achievements. Although Zhou Qinghe designed to kill the gendarmerie commander, it was not the only time in this war. Wang Yaqiao had designed to kill a Kwantung Army commander in his early years, and that man was a general.

The character is quite legendary, but unfortunately, it was also because of the assassination of Wang that he was killed by Dai's men in Guangxi. At that time, Wang had not yet rebelled. The principal must have asked the Military Control Commission to do something to assassinate the second-in-command in public. There is also another reason. This person is clearly anti-Chiang. For the principal, how can such a person not die if he has a rebellious nature and is really capable of assassination?

Yingzuo smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It hurts, the pain is unbearable, I went to all the doctors and they all said that this bullet can't be taken out."

Zhou Qinghe smiled faintly: "It's a chronic gunshot wound. Ask him to come to Shanghai and I'll take a look."

"Okay, okay, then I'll go back and inform him and ask him to come here as soon as possible. I won't bother you anymore, Fujita-kun, thank you." Kagesawa stood up.

Zhou Qinghe also stood up: "I will help you with two things as soon as you come back. I will need your help later, and you can't refuse."

"I must help Fujita-kun." Yingzuo said seriously, and then smiled: "I have always remembered Fujita-kun's kindness in my heart."

"Hahaha." Zhou Qinghe raised his hand: "I'll take you there, please."

Yingzuo nodded, smiled and walked to the door, then suddenly stopped and asked, "By the way, Fujita-kun, has anyone been caught in the murder of Zhang Xiaolin?"

I thought you never mentioned it again. Zhou Qinghe shook his head slowly: "The person ran across the river, and the clue is gone."

"Humph." Yingzuo snorted coldly, "The Chongqing agents assassinated our businessmen so recklessly. This matter cannot be let go. I am the director of the China Special Affairs Commission. The spies in Shanghai are so reckless. Fujita-kun, I am responsible for this matter. I apologize to you."

Yingzuo bowed slightly with a stern face and said, "I was busy with the Nanjing incident a while ago, and I was indeed negligent in the crackdown on spies in various places. I will try my best and make Fujita-kun vent his anger."

Zhou Qinghe felt a little uncomfortable with the sudden apology, so he just casually said "OK, OK".

"I look forward to Kagesa-kun's performance."

After seeing them off, Zhou Qinghe frowned and went back upstairs to look at the night view of the Huangpu River.

The first two things Yingzo did were quite routine, asking for favors and asking someone to treat a disease, there shouldn't be any problem with that.

But when he talked about Zhang Xiaolin at the end, although he spoke in official language, it seemed to have some deeper meaning.

To crack down on espionage, Chongqing agent Zhou Qinghe frowned and went downstairs.

An hour later, on the top floor of the Chinachem Hotel, Zeng Haifeng, dressed in disguise, slipped into a room.

"It's not easy to come here. Now that you're back, how are you? Did you bring me a gift?" Zeng Haifeng poured the wine on the table and drank it down in a familiar manner.

"Japanese girls, do you want it?"

"Yes, hahaha. If you dare to give it to me, I dare to take it. Let's form a squadron. Let's call it the Japanese bitch squadron."

The two of them sat down after joking around. Zhou Qinghe didn't waste any words. He frowned and got straight to the point. "There is something I think is a bit problematic. Yingzuo came back from Nanjing today. He came to see me as soon as he got back. There was nothing else to say. He just talked about Zhang Xiaolin's death. He apologized to me and said that he was negligent in the recent spy work. He will crack down on the Chongqing agents next."

"What's the problem?" Zeng Haifeng felt that he didn't understand. Wasn't this a normal procedure? Chongqing agents were either being attacked or on their way to being attacked. They were used to it.

"Strike back at Chongqing agents." Zhou Qinghe looked at him and said it again.

Zeng Haifeng was stunned for a moment, thought about it, and then hissed, "Yes, there is a problem. Attack the agents in Shanghai and Chongqing. No one knows who killed Zhang Xiaolin. How can he be sure that it was a Chongqing agent? It can't be the Red Party, it can't be the Soviet Union? Can't it be an American?"

He didn't kill the person, and Zeng Haifeng wouldn't have lost his memory.

"Are you talking too soon?" Zeng Haifeng glanced at Zhou Qinghe and threw out a very likely possibility, "We didn't kill him. It must have been the Japanese themselves. It was Yingzuo who killed him. When Yingzuo said this to you, his subconscious mind threw out the truth."

As a normal person and an outsider who knows nothing, if Yingzuo really didn't know anything, he should have said to attack the agents in Shanghai, or ask who killed Zhou Qinghe and others. This is reasonable.

If Yingzo said that the Shanghai agent was a Chongqing agent, then it was a slip of the tongue and he was not aware of it. But if he spoke his mind without thinking, he would be determined to put the blame on the Military Control Commission.

Throwing out the answer directly only shows that he is in the game.

"Maybe." Zhou Qinghe thought for a moment and waved his hand. "I'm not really worried about whether it was a slip of the tongue or not. I'm just a little worried about the subconscious reason behind his words. He apologized to me and said that the crackdown was not strong enough, and then he would increase the intensity of the crackdown and asked me to wait and see the results. I wonder if he has any way to find your people?"

"No way, he hasn't been in Shanghai for some time, and our people are very careful." Zeng Haifeng said so, but his timid nature, like a mouse, had already made him suspicious and nervous.

He frowned and thought about it. He couldn't think of anything, so he asked, "Is it just a polite remark to intensify the crackdown? This kind of thing can be said hundreds of times a year, and Shanghai has been quite quiet recently."

Before Zhang Xiaolin's death, Shanghai was all Zhou Qinghe's territory. Zeng Haifeng knew very well where the Japanese forces were and where the gendarmerie's spies were. There was no possibility that the Military Control Commission's Shanghai Station under his command would make any big mistakes.

Even if there is a mistake, we can cut off all clues before the matter is exposed.

Zhang Xiaolin has only been dead for a few days. Yingzuo was in Nanjing a few days ago and did not command Shanghai at all.
"Nanjing?!" Zeng Haifeng's eyes suddenly widened.

Zhou Qinghe looked serious and nodded: "It's very likely."

Zeng Haifeng murmured nervously and seriously, "The new government in Nanjing has been established, and they have won over our senior officials in the early years. If they leak any words about the Shanghai station or report it to gain power, and Yingzuo learns about it,
But that's not right." Zeng Haifeng looked at Zhou Qinghe in confusion: "It's not surprising that these people know the military headquarters before the Battle of Shanghai, but I am now the Shanghai station that was rebuilt after the Battle of Shanghai. How can they have any clues to hand over? What clues can they have?
Know someone? The personnel were decided after the Battle of Shanghai. Few people in the Military Control Commission had a list of who was behind enemy lines. How could they, a bunch of warlords and officials, know? They were not on the same line at all.

Are there relatives?!" Zeng Haifeng muttered to himself and suddenly got shocked. He stared at Zhou Qinghe, then frowned awkwardly and muttered to himself: "This file only mentions the biological parents. If they are not direct relatives, they will not be included in the file.
When the Military Intelligence Bureau retreated, the list was not cleaned up and was dug out by the Japanese?

Or was he arrested at Nanjing Station? ! "

"Okay, stop guessing." Zhou Qinghe poured Zeng Haifeng some wine. "If you keep guessing, you'll guess that Boss Dai was arrested and gave you away."

Zeng Haifeng rolled his eyes at Zhou Qing. How could the Japanese have the ability to be the boss in Chongqing? Why not just be the president?
After rolling his eyes, his tone became resentful and pitiful, "Brother Zhou, please help me think about what's going on. Oh my, I'm so worried."

Although this matter was just a guess by Zhou Qinghe caused by Yingzo's casual remark, if people in this line of work don't keep their nerves on edge, it can be fatal. If one person is implicated by the Japanese, a whole bunch of them will be implicated!
Zeng Haifeng was very anxious.

"Investigate secretly." Zhou Qinghe frowned slightly. "There are too few clues now. Go back and check their identities and backgrounds first. Who has been to Nanjing? Whose ancestors were officials but not in Chongqing? These people are all high-risk elements. Check them first, and then think carefully about whether the Shanghai station has made any mistakes recently. Think carefully about the character of the people who made mistakes. Assume the worst result and treat them as traitors. But don't alarm these people and don't deal with them. It's hard to say what Yingzuo's purpose is now, and we can't lose our composure."

"Okay, I understand. I'll go back and deal with it." Zeng Haifeng drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, his eyes already cold.

"Remember, everything else can be delayed, but isolation must be done well. Even if something happens, we cannot let it get out of hand," Zhou Qinghe emphasized.

"Don't worry, I'm most afraid of death."

(End of this chapter)