The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 53 The Key
Director's Office.

Zhou Qinghe entered with the front foot, and Zhang Junshuo also came with the back foot.

The two of them looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Boss Dai sat down on the table and said briskly: "I have nothing else to do with you, I just want to get to know each other.

Qinghe, one of the instructors in your training class plan is him.

Jun Shuo is good at operations and assassination. He was the former station commander of Peking Station. He has rich experience and can easily lead a group of students.

It just so happened that he had rested long enough in prison and would attend a training class to teach and recover at the same time.

As for the matter of the Intelligence Department, Junshuo, you are not in a hurry.

Before Zeng Haifeng left, he had cleared away a number of cancers. He thought that Japanese spies would shrink back and not reveal their flaws so quickly.

There are a few captains here who can handle basic things. If something big comes up, we'll make arrangements when the time comes. "

"Okay." Zhou Qinghe nodded.

"Yes." Zhang Junshuo responded.

"Qinghe, whenever the love starts, you can ask Junshuo to teach you."

"clear."

"Okay, let's go."

"Chief Zhang, I will contact you when the time comes."

"it is good."

Zhou Qinghe didn't like talking to strangers, so there was no need.

But Zhang Junshuo was actually like this. I don't know if it was because he had been locked up for a long time. After saying a good word, the two of them parted ways.

He even refused to praise him, Section Chief Zhou, for being young and promising.

"The original character of a Peiping station chief should not be like this."

It seemed that this experience had a great influence on him. Zhou Qinghe pursed his lips and walked to the office.

When I returned to the medical unit, I saw Secretary Mao standing at the door, and a clerk there with a hammer, banging and changing the brand.

The chief of the medical unit's sign was taken off, and the sign of the chief of the medical department was replaced.

The time was just right, just enough to be seen by Zhou Qinghe.

"Secretary Mao."

"Section Chief Zhou, congratulations."

Secretary Mao pointed to the sign with a smile: "As soon as I received the confirmed news, I had people rush to make it. No, I will replace it as soon as I get it. There is one more thing, the car key."

Secretary Mao handed over a car key: "The section chief comes standard. The one parked outside with license plate 2533 will be your special car from now on. It's brand new and has a full tank of gas."

"Thank you then."

"Why are you so polite? Are you ready? Don't delay Section Chief Zhou's office."

"OK OK."

"Then let's go first."

"Wait a minute, Secretary Mao, what happened?" Zhou Qinghe asked about his military status.

"You go first."

Secretary Mao raised his head, looked at the people leaving and said in a low voice: "The school is all under the eyes of the Party Mediation Office. I have to find an identity that will not be discovered by them. I will tell you if I believe it."

In this matter, it is not only necessary to prevent the Red Party from taking advantage of loopholes and spying on intelligence, but also to prevent the Party from interfering and causing trouble.

No matter what, the Secret Service and the Party Coordination Office are sworn enemies. There is enmity at the top and enmity at the bottom.

The school is still the territory of the Party Investigation Office. People pretending to be in the army will have to work hard to avoid being discovered by the Party Investigation Office.

Otherwise, if Zhou Qinghe recruits people for the Secret Service and the Party Mediation Office knows about this, he will definitely be manipulated and sabotaged by the Party Mediation Office.

It is possible to stuff people into his training class.

"It won't be long, one day, two days at most." Secretary Mao assured.

"Okay, then I'll wait for your letter."

Zhou Qinghe entered the office and continued to flip through the files.

I made an appointment with Wang Yong to go patrolling the streets after get off work. We still have nearly an hour left, so let’s continue looking through the files.

Ok?
After a while, Zhou Qinghe became energetic.

This folder is a file of a corruption case handled by the Secret Service, during which the stolen money was involved in the Sino-French Industrial and Commercial Bank.

He held up a photo inside.

The key taken in this photo is very similar to the key in his hand.

Finally found it.

Fortunately, nothing happened and there was still time. This would not make sense without unboxing.

"I'm going out. I might come back a little late. If I'm late, just wait for me."

Zhou Qinghe called Wang Yong and went downstairs to the parking lot.

When I walked to the parking lot, I remembered that now that I had my own car, I could return the interrogation department's car keys to Gu Zhiyan.

Drive out now.

The ICBC was formerly a Sino-French joint venture bank. It was established in 13 and is headquartered in the French Concession in Shanghai. It is mainly responsible for the government's borrowings from France.

However, it later failed due to poor management and became a purely foreign bank after bankruptcy and reorganization.

The Nanjing branch is located in a downtown area. Zhou Qinghe parked his car on the next street and entered a shopping mall. When he came out, he already had an extra suitcase in his hand.

Go to another store and buy a pair of clothes that are a little roomy.Then he went into the bathroom to disguise himself, stuffed old clothes into his suitcase, put on sunglasses, and glued on a fake beard. When he came out, he looked like a slightly fatter version of a middle-aged man.

Then he walked towards the bank.

Although the key is anonymous and anyone can take it, Zhou Qinghe cannot let the people at the bank remember his appearance.

"Sir, what business do you have to handle?" The person who received him was a female lobby manager.

"I'll get what's in the safe."

Zhou Qinghe handed over the key, which had the number of the safe on it.

"Ok."

Those who can open safes are rich people, and the lobby manager's attitude is quite enthusiastic.

Although she didn't know the person in front of her, her professional ethics taught her not to ask questions that she shouldn't have. She smiled and raised her hand towards an internal door:

"plz follow me."

"Please come in."

Zhou Qing entered with a hum and glanced around. There were many safes in the room, but they were all locked.

Then the female manager took his key and the one kept by the bank, and together they opened the door of safe No. 73.

"Please." Then she smiled and exited the room.

The door clicked shut, and he was the only one in the room. Zhou Qinghe felt a little inexplicably excited.

Money earned through hard work is a matter of course and cannot make waves.

But this kind of unexpected windfall is about to be obtained. Not to mention, it is really a sneaky and exciting feeling.

He didn't have any psychological barriers to cheating on the money. It was cheap to hand it over to Dai Yunong anyway. If it was given to Boss Dai, it would still be the same as given to him. Boss Dai probably wouldn't have any objection.

But it’s not money, right?
That quartermaster likes to hide dirty stuff, but let’s not stop it. He doesn’t want that stuff.

With his mind spinning and anticipation, Zhou Qinghe pulled the safe out of the cabinet welded to the wall, just like pulling out a drawer.

As the drawer is pulled out, the contents inside are directly exposed.

Yellow strips blinded his eyes.

gold.

gold.

Still gold.

"So much gold?"

I saw that the bottom of the cabinet was covered with a layer of large yellow croakers, which were neatly arranged and really beautiful.

Only less than one-third of the first floor was paved on it, obviously waiting for the owner to spread it later.

Just by glancing at it, Zhou Qinghe calculated that there were 120 large yellow croakers on this level, and including the 36 above, that was 156 large yellow croakers.

How greedy is this stupid quartermaster?
A large yellow croaker weighs ten taels, which is more than 500 taels of gold.

He picked up one and weighed it.

"At this time, a large yellow croaker weighing twelve tons is 312.5 grams, 156 pieces."

Zhou Qinghe did a mental calculation and then stared: "More than 48 kilograms!"

No wonder Zhou Qinghe still thought about how when he opened the safe at the quartermaster's house, there wasn't a single big yellow croaker in it. All his feelings were there.

Zhou Qinghe's heart beat hard. He had never seen so much gold.

"I have quite a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, but I keep it neatly organized."

It's so comfortable to touch.
Zhou Qinghe played with it for a while, put down the gold, and picked up another item inside.

This one is quite simple, it's just a gun. It was probably used by the original owner for self-defense when he was afraid of an accident and had to run away.

This can be used as his backup gun, which can be very good.

All that was left was some banknotes. After counting, the total value was about fifteen thousand French currency.

After calming down his somewhat excited mood, Zhou Qinghe began to consider the next question.

What to do with all this gold?

Antiques in prosperous times are gold in troubled times, everyone knows this.

But gold is not easy to carry. Once a war breaks out, [-]% of the gold will be taken away by the bank.

Even if it doesn't run away, Xiaozhi will not let it go.

Therefore, you can keep a small part as a spare, but most of it still needs to be converted into money.

Qian Zhou Qinghe is really not in short supply now.

He didn't have much money on the surface, just over 2000 yuan.

But he has a lot behind his back.

Quartermaster Case Gu Zhiyan gave him six thousand US dollars, plus a small yellow croaker.

A few days ago, when I raided the home of a Japanese businessman, Zeng Haifeng gave him eighteen thousand dollars, saying it was compensation, but Zeng Haifeng himself took three thousand.

"broken!"

Zhou Qinghe felt something wrong with his intuition when he thought about this.

Zeng Haifeng said that he gave him so much extra money to compensate for his missed promotion.

Now he has been promoted to section chief and received eighteen thousand US dollars.

Isn’t this compensation inappropriate?
"Brother Zeng, you are leaving in a hurry!"

(End of this chapter)