The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 54
Zhou Qinghe had nothing to do with this matter.

At present, it is difficult for him and Zeng Haifeng to have communication channels.

The key is that it's hard to talk about it face to face.

Phone calls can easily be monitored, and he doesn't have time to send them there, let alone send a telegram.

We can't deal with this matter for the time being, but we can bring it up if we meet in the future.

But Zhou Qinghe thought Zeng Haifeng would not want it.

During these eighteen thousand miles, in addition to compensation, there must be a sense of gratitude for saving lives.

Besides, there is no reason to get back the money you gave away.

How dare Zeng Haifeng say this to him?
Once word spreads, no one will do anything about it.

A lifesaver.

"If you don't want to refund the money, you can give Zeng Haifeng a gift."

Zhou Qinghe thought for a moment and immediately decided what to give.

Of course, when giving gifts, you must give urgently needed things. The current situation is difficult, and a full-scale war will soon break out.

Shanghai, where Zeng Haifeng is located, will be a melting pot from now on. Considering the difficult days for the Shanghai Secret Service in the future, Zhou Qinghe felt that he could make some preparations, such as sending a house to Zeng Haifeng.

There is definitely no need to consider urban areas, as one shell will be gone.

Zhou Qinghe remembered that the French Concession in Shanghai was a relatively stable place and suffered the least invasion, so it could be considered.

Once a war breaks out, this house can also serve as a safe house contact point for Zeng Haifeng. By then, this house can really protect Zeng Haifeng's life.

If this gift is given at a critical moment, Section Chief Zeng will probably like it very much.

Of course, we need to have the opportunity to go to Shanghai to talk about buying a house.

If there is no chance to go, or the houses in the French Concession are very expensive, then just pretend that he doesn't think about it and forget about it.

As for now, Zhou Qinghe looked at the gold in front of him and began to pack it into boxes.

He is not short of money at the moment and is not in a hurry to exchange gold for money.

Moreover, there is no place to store the gold now, and it is even less safe to store it at home.

If a thief comes in and steals a little money, it will be a big problem.

If you don't process it for the time being, you can still put it all in the bank and keep it in the bank's custody, which is much safer than taking it out yourself.

However, minor processing is still required.

Pack the gold into boxes and transport it to the car.

Buy another set of clothes and a suitcase, go to this bank again, rent a brand new safe, and reinstall it.

Get the new key and leave.

"Six thousand U.S. dollars, eighteen thousand U.S. dollars. The current exchange ratio between the gold price and the U.S. dollar is almost one gram of one U.S. dollar, which is almost forty-eight thousand U.S. dollars."

"Seventy-two thousand!"

"Being a dog spy is more profitable than being a doctor."

Secret Service.

When Zhou Qinghe came back, he was already dressed as when he went out.

The whole process took 10 minutes, and it was almost 5 o'clock. The time was just right.

"Wang Yong." Zhou Qinghe came to the intelligence department and called Wang Yong.

"I'm coming."

Wang Yong took his coat from the back of the chair and put it on, then stood at attention: "Section Chief."

"The news is well-informed."

"That's, after all, it's the Intelligence Department."

"You get used to it pretty quickly, let's go."

Wang Yong and Zhou Qinghe walked out together, whispering as they walked:
"I have already dispersed the people. The forty people are divided into four groups. Two groups follow each other in shifts. One group observes at a fixed point in front of his house. The other group goes to and from get off work normally and stays at the office for rotation.

I just asked 10 minutes ago and the target hasn't appeared yet. "

The two walked to the parking lot. Wang Yong took the initiative to take the key and walked to the old car. He was slightly stunned as soon as he stepped out. He looked at the new key in his hand, and it felt different in his hand.

"Changed the key?"

"That 2533." Zhou Qinghe smiled.

"It's great. A new car is great, but you need to change the license plate. Section Chief, everyone in the office will know your license plate is yours from now on. If someone greets you carelessly on the road when you're out on the road, it's easy to make mistakes."

"Wait and I will."

Wang Yong returned to the office, and after a while he came out with two old license plates, banging them on and replacing them. The extra ones were thrown directly into the trunk for Zhou Qinghe to spare.

No. 28 Nun Lane, Intelligence Section surveillance point. "Captain, Chief Zhou."

The three intelligence team members in the room saw the person coming in and said hello.

"Call the section chief." Wang Yong smiled and said: "Chief of the Medical Department."

"Chief of Section Zhou!"

The surveillance team members came out early and didn't hear the news from the Secret Service. Their originally somewhat lazy expressions immediately became stern, and they stood at attention facing Zhou Qinghe.

Wang Yong parachuted into the Intelligence Section and was given the position of captain, and there were always people fighting for the old man's injustice.

While drinking privately, I was also saying that if something happened to make Wang Yong lose all his prestige, it would be best to be deposed as captain and then let the old man take over.

They all knew that Wang Yong came from the medical department. Zhou Qinghe was originally the unit chief, which was equivalent to the title of captain. Even if Wang Yong joined Zhou Qinghe's path, his background was not strong.

But this moment was different. Zhou Qinghe was already the section chief.

Section chief, section chief, there is a huge difference, that is the level that can enter high-level meetings!
He even came here in person. The relationship between the new captain and Section Chief Zhou may be a bit scary even if it is good.

This is also the effect Zhou Qinghe wants to achieve, to show up and help Wang Yong take the first step.

At least nothing will happen to the team in a short period of time.

With his hands free, Wang Yong will be able to take credit for dealing with the Japanese, and his subordinates will be able to share some of the benefits. This will win over the people.

"How's it going? Is he back?"

Wang Yong walked to the window, slightly lifted a corner of the curtain and looked at the two-story house diagonally opposite.

The house number above reads No. 17, Nun Lane, which is where the Japanese registered under the pseudonym He Xiaofeng lives.

"Section Chief, that's the room." Wang Yong pointed to Zhou Qinghe with his hand.

Zhou Qinghe also took the opportunity to take a look. It was also the first time for him to see this house. Last time, out of caution, he did not dare to get close here.

Mainly because he was afraid of meeting him unexpectedly. After all, He Xiaofeng had met him before.

If they meet and find out that the damned person is not dead, He Xiaofeng will [-]% silence him.

A case of drunkenness and falling into the water turns into a deliberate murder, which are completely different things. After all, from He Xiaofeng's perspective, once Zhou Qinghe calls the police, it will trigger a police investigation, which will compress the space for spies' activities.

The team member shook his head: "It has been more than four hours since we rented the house. The door is closed, no one comes in and no one comes out. It is not sure whether there is anyone living inside.
Do you want me to ask his neighbors? "

Wang Yong did not answer. There is always the possibility of leaking information when asking questions. The best way is to do nothing and observe silently.

He looked at his watch. It was [-]:[-], and it was time to get off work.

"Wait a minute. Either get off work or sleep inside. As long as you are still in Nanjing, you have to go out to eat. Section Chief, what do you think?" Wang Yong looked at Zhou Qinghe.

"I'm here to study today. I just have to decide things by myself."

Zhou Qinghe agreed with the waiting method.

As a spy who hides his identity, since He Xiaofeng chose to register his residence at the police station here, this should be the place where he came back to sleep.

Even if he has other hidden hideouts.

Although Zhou Qinghe is still not sure whether He Xiaofeng is still in Nanjing, the wait may be in vain.

But as long as it is confirmed that the person is not here, it can be judged that He Xiaofeng is most likely to have returned to Shanghai.

There is a saying that when a spy is remembered by his face or his back, the spy is not far from death.

As for He Xiaofeng, he not only remembered his face, but also his identity.

He Xiaofeng's identity and household registration is in Shanghai. As long as he is not alerted, this Shanghai identity will never be abandoned. They have just started tracking today, so they will definitely be able to find this person.

You can fly out of Nanjing, but you can't fly out of Shanghai.

Zhou Qinghe is in Shanghai now, and he is a real person.

It was only a matter of time before a conclusion was reached.

Wang Yong nodded, didn't say much, and concentrated on observing the movement in the alley by the window.

Sitting on guard is a boring job, but naturally those who do this have long been used to it.

Patience is good.

It was time to get off work, and the alley outside the window gradually became lively, with sounds of movement and conversation, followed by smoke from cooking stoves and the aroma of rice.

07:30 Overdone.

Wang Yong by the window shouted: "Section Chief, come and see if it's him."

They had only seen the photo on the ID. There were some differences between it and the real person, and Zhou Qinghe needed to make a confirmation.

Zhou Qinghe quickly walked over, held a corner of the curtain, and followed Wang Yong's fingers to look out.

At the entrance of the alley, the man in a suit walking towards him was clearly the He Xiaofeng he remembered.

(End of this chapter)