My spy diary

Chapter 307 Special Contact Station (asking for monthly ticket)
The mountain city was immersed in the continuous spring rain. The ivy grew particularly lushly, covering the eaves of the entire Luojiawan compound.

Dai Chunfeng stood at the window with a gloomy face, looking at several telegrams sent from Shanghai, his expression changing from moody to cheerful.

Whether it was the telegram sent by Zheng Xiuyuan, the secretary of the Shanghai District of the Military Control Commission, or Zhang Yi, they both accurately expressed one meaning: Wang Tianlin, the former veteran of the Military Control Commission, had completely betrayed the country and become a traitor.

In addition to these two intelligence channels, telegrams discovered by the Shanghai regional inspector, Jinling District, direct intelligence officers within the Japanese puppet regime, and operators all expressed the same message.

This made him very worried.

But what made him even more angry or confused was why Wang Tianlin did this?
Is it because work is not going well? Or is it because you can't resist the temptation of high positions and generous salaries offered by your enemies?
Is it because Dai Yunong did not suppress Zhao Libiao according to Wang Tianlin's intention, so he was angry and wanted to take revenge on Dai?
But it is understandable that you want to take revenge on Zhao Libiao, but in order to capture Wang Luqiao, he even used his own daughter. It can be seen that this person has become so cruel and inhumane. It can also be verified from the side that his betrayal was not a momentary impulse.

Dai Chunfeng pondered, handed the telegram to Mao Qiwu, the acting chief secretary of the Military Intelligence Bureau, who stood patiently by the side with his hands hanging down, and asked:
"No news about Zhao Libiao yet?"

"According to the district secretary Zheng Xiuyuan, he has been hiding in a hospital, but no one knows which hospital it is."

Dai Chunfeng snorted softly.

"The Shanghai district organization has been sabotaged by the enemy and the situation is still deteriorating. As the district chief, he does not come out to preside over the work and solve problems, but hides away to avoid idleness. Is he afraid of death or does he have no leadership ability at all?"

Mao Qiwu then said, "How about asking Zhao Libiao to come to Shancheng?"

"No need. Since he has no place to stay in Shanghai, let him withdraw."

"Where to arrange it?"

"Didn't He Zhiyuan from the Operations Department say that Zhang Yi had gone to Shanghai and there was no one available? Then assign Zhao Libiao to him as the head of the Operations Section."

Having a senior official serve as the chief of the Operations Section of the Operations Department of the bureau headquarters is undoubtedly a demotion as a punishment.

But two of the “three killers” of the Military Intelligence Bureau were eliminated in the Shanghai district. Who will take over as the new district chief?

Chen Gongshu?
Mao Qiwu pondered for a moment; he had a bad impression of this man.

But his cousin Mao Qianli had a close relationship with this person. Not only did he call him again and again to ask him to take care of him, he also found ways to ask him to plead for this person in front of the boss.

Mao, Qi and Wu did not comment.

Although he was the acting chief secretary, and the chief secretary Zheng Mingyuan never went to work at the Military Intelligence Bureau, he had already become the incarnation of Boss Dai and the nominal second-in-command of the Military Intelligence Bureau, entering the expected core of power.

He also wanted to have the power and authority to make decisions like Boss Dai beside him. How heroic and satisfying that would be.

But he can't.

Because he knows that although the job of secretary seems glamorous, in fact, only those who have been in it and experienced all the ups and downs can appreciate its essence and get its essence.

As a secretary, even if you have ideas in your mind, you cannot express them openly. Otherwise, no matter how nice your words sound or how urgent your desire is, without the boss's approval, they will all be empty words in the end.

He was pondering when Dai Chunfeng suddenly asked:

"What do you think about the personnel matters in the Shanghai District?"

Mao Qiwu hesitated for a moment.

"Director, didn't you let your classmate Jiang Shaomo serve as the district chief of Shanghai District 2 earlier?

Although he had only been a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau for a short time, he graduated from Peking University and had worked in party and government work in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. He knew many people around Wang Tianhai and could completely rely on his own advantages to infiltrate the Wang Puppet regime.

He can complete the rescue of captured military agents and the task of inciting rebellion, and collect intelligence on the high-ranking officials of the Wang Puppet regime. This time, we might as well merge Shanghai District 1 and District 2 and give them to him to lead. "

Dai Chunfeng shook his head.

Jiang Shaomo was his junior high school classmate and a fellow villager from Jiangshan, so he naturally valued trust very much.

But the original purpose of setting up Shanghai District 1 and Shanghai District 2 was to divide them. How could they be simply merged at this moment?

Moreover, most of the people in the Shanghai area are intelligence and operations personnel. After all, Jiang Shaomo’s experience in the Military Control Commission is too shallow. Can these people obey his orders?
If the rivalry between Wang Tianlin and Zhao Libiao were to happen again, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Who is suitable then?"

Mao Qiwu frowned and thought, in fact he had already thought of a suitable person, but he couldn't say it out right away.

Having worked as a secretary for so many years, he had already mastered a trick: when discussing issues with leaders, the closer he was to the truth, the less he should talk too much, and the final correct conclusion should always be made by the leader.

The standard answer must always come from the leader's mouth. Your task is to put forward one fallacy after another that is close to the truth, and guide the other party to slowly tell the truth.

"What do you think of Chen Gongshu?" Dai Chunfeng suddenly interrupted.

"Him?" Mao Qiwu was slightly surprised, and then said with a look of sudden realization:

"He is now the most senior field officer. Brother Gongshu experienced the assassination of Wang in Hanoi and sat on the bench for a while. I think he has learned his lesson and is more calm."

Mao Qiwu guessed Dai Chunfeng's thoughts and thought that the trick to guide the other party must be played just right, otherwise if it was overdone, it would inevitably reveal a stupid look and make the leader feel fooled.

Now that Boss Dai had taken the initiative to bring it up, he naturally followed what the other party said.

Dai Chunfeng nodded, walked to the sofa and asked:
"I've been ignoring him for so long, has he ever complained?"

"No, I just keep asking to see you to make my case."

Chen Gongshu sat in the position of deputy director which was created for the person, and had nothing to do all day. For him who was used to giving orders, it was naturally unpleasant.

After several failed attempts to meet Dai Chunfeng, he was extremely disappointed and felt very miserable. Finally, he racked his brains and wrote a "transfer request report" to test Boss Dai's mind.

At this time, another order from the personnel department arrived, asking him to go to the Party and Government Training Class of the Central Training Corps for training.

Ignoring him is a punishment, sitting on the bench is a disguised appeasement, and receiving training is naturally a preparation before attacking. Dai Chunfeng obviously still has hope for this old brother who failed in Hanoi.

"Well, tell him to come see me right away."

"Yes."

The rain kept falling, and a lonely and desolate figure walked into Dai Chunfeng's reception room stiffly.

He is naturally Chen Gongshu.

Seeing that there were fine wines and delicious food in the living room, and no one else present except Mao Qiwu and Dai Chunfeng's lover and female secretary Yu Shuheng, Chen Gongshu felt uneasy.

There were five people from the Military Control Commission receiving training in the Central Training Class, and the others were not there, which meant that it was not a routine banquet but one specially arranged for him.

What is the purpose?

Dai Chunfeng has forgiven him for so long, and now he is finally going to deal with him?
Should he be detained or exiled?

Chen Gongshu had no idea and felt even more uneasy.

Just as he was panicking, he saw Boss Dai striding out of the bedroom, smiling and approaching him, shaking his hand enthusiastically:
"Brother Gongshu is here? Please take a seat."

The words "Brother Gongshu" instantly made Chen Gongshu's nervousness and embarrassment disappear for the most part, and he walked up to the table step by step.

During the dinner, Mao Qiwu and Yu Shuheng took every opportunity to chat and urge people to drink, and the atmosphere was very lively. After Chen Gongshu finished a bottle of wine, his body finally relaxed.

After three rounds of drinks, as Mao Qiwu and Yu Shuheng left one after another, Dai Chunfeng invited him into the study.

Chen Gongshu thought that the time had finally come and the beheading wine had been drunk, and the boss was probably going to settle the accounts. The huge rock that had just fallen from his heart was suddenly lifted up again.

"sit down."

Chen Gongshu didn't dare, so he stood aside respectfully, waiting for the final verdict.

"I asked you to sit down, but you're being so polite to me?" Dai Chunfeng waved his hand to let him sit down, and said seriously:
"I believe you have heard that Wang Tianlin fell into the water, the organization in Shanghai is being cracked down, the situation is getting worse, and Zhao Libiao is powerless, so I decided to send you to take charge of the work."

After a pause, he looked at Chen Gongshu and said:

"Go back and get ready immediately, and leave early tomorrow morning."

Chen Gongshu was delighted. He was eager to go to Shanghai as his family was in Shanghai. But was it too hasty to leave tomorrow?
Just like when he left Tianjin Station, he didn't even say hello beforehand.

Besides, he was not very clear about the current situation in Shanghai. If he went into battle alone and failed again, would there be any place for him in the Military Control Commission?
He asked cautiously, "Should we transfer Wang Wen and his team from Tianjin as well?"

Wang Wen is the captain of the Tianjin Station Action Team, an old subordinate of Chen Gongshu, and is also known as the "God of Guns". Dai Chunfeng ignored his request without comment and said solemnly:

"Director Mao said that after this period of experience, your mind has become more stable. I hope you won't let me down."

“After arriving in Shanghai, you have three main tasks.

First, reorganize the Shanghai organization and punish traitors.

Second, cooperate with Mao Qianli and others to continue hunting down Wang Tianhai.

The third one is Wang Tianlin."

Having said this, Dai Chunfeng fell silent.

After a while, he stared at Chen Gongshu and said:

"You two are old superiors and subordinates, and you have a close relationship, like brothers. When you go to Shanghai this time, you can meet him in person and ask him for me to find out how I, Dai Yunong, have wronged him.

If possible, try to persuade him to return to the group, but if he refuses to change his ways, immediately start punishing him without mercy."

"Yes." Chen Gongshu thought about it and asked again:
"Hasn't Deputy Director Zhang Yi already sanctioned him? Should we say hello to him at the headquarters?"

"It depends on the situation." Dai Chunfeng glanced at him and said:
“I forgot to tell you that I just discussed this with Director Mao. Considering the serious situation in Shanghai, I have decided to change the Shanghai District into the Shanghai Experimental District.

The original organization of Shanghai District 1 and District 2 remained unchanged. Based on the special intelligence group of the French Concession, a special liaison station was set up to be responsible for punishing traitors and traitors.

To ensure safety, all district stations are directly led by the bureau headquarters and no horizontal communication is allowed between them. "

Chen Gongshu was slightly dissatisfied. It was fine with Shanghai Districts 1 and 2, but why did a special liaison station suddenly appear?

The main activities of the Military Control Commission's Shanghai District were the French Concession and the International Settlement.

The Japanese Concession has not been penetrated since the intelligence team led by Shen Xisan was driven out by the Japanese raid.

As a result, several district stations were squeezed into two concessions, and he had no control over the orders. This undoubtedly restricted and deprived Chen Gongshu, who had been the "boss" at a station for many years and had the final say.

No matter how dissatisfied he was inside, Chen Gongshu didn't dare to show it.

He was still thinking when he heard Dai Chunfeng say:

"It's getting late, go back and leave early tomorrow morning. Keep in touch."

"Yes."

Watching Chen Gongshu's timid back as he left, Dai Chunfeng remained silent.

This person looks cowardly and helpless, and I have high hopes for him. I don’t know whether it is right or wrong!

But at this moment, apart from Chen Gongshu, who else among the veteran spies can be used?

Dai Chunfeng was thinking with a heavy heart when he saw the chief secretary Mao Qiwu who had just left walk in again.

"Director, Liu Geqing is back."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man walked in quickly. Who else could it be but Liu Geqing?

"Why are you back?"

Dai Chunfeng looked surprised. Liu Geqing had been taking refuge in Hong Kong since he assassinated Chen Lu. There was no transfer order from headquarters, so why did he come back?

"Mr. Dai, Wang Tianlin is going to surrender to the enemy."

Liu Geqing handed over a letter with a serious face.

Dai Chunfeng opened it, took a look, and sneered to himself.

The content of the letter was very simple. Wang Tianlin told Liu Geqing that he was assassinated by Zhao Libiao. He knew that this was the order of Boss Dai and there was no turning back, so he started to move freely the next day. He asked his brother to return quickly after seeing the letter.

The so-called "freedom action" naturally refers to breaking away from the Military Control Commission and making peace with No. 76.

Dai Chunfeng glanced at the time on the envelope and sneered:
“You got the news too late.

When this letter was mailed, he had just returned from a day trip on Route 76.

His whereabouts were so erratic that even the Military Control Commission couldn’t find him, let alone assassinate him.

Besides, I have never issued any sanctions to Zhao Libiao. It's just a pretext to make him fall into the water."

"You probably don't know yet, but after he betrayed Wang Luqiao, he also betrayed Yuan Shu."

Liu Geqing frowned: "This is too unreasonable, is there any hidden reason?"

He didn't believe that Wang Tianlin would be so determined to go all the way to the end.

Seeing Dai Chunfeng remained silent, he volunteered again:

"Mr. Dai, please let me go back to Shanghai and I will go and persuade him myself."

"You are still too young." Dai Chunfeng looked at Liu Geqing who had a resolute face. The young man was sincere and chivalrous, so he was no match for the cunning Wang Tianlin.

After Wang Tianlin arrived in Shanghai to take up his post, he had no one available. Through the introduction of Chen Mingchu, he met Liu Geqing, the action team leader.

He was a veteran in the Military Control Commission with a great reputation, was approachable, and full of brotherhood. Liu Geqing was no match for him, and after just a few days of getting along, they became close brothers.

So Liu Geqing couldn't accept emotionally how his former big brother had suddenly become a traitor hated by everyone, and he had to get it straight in person.

Dai Chunfeng was heartbroken: "Have you ever thought about why he invited you to Shanghai?"

"I know."

Liu Geqing looked calm:
"There are only two possibilities. One is to drag me into this trap, and the other is to trap me and hand me over to the Japanese."

"Knowing that you still want to fall into the trap?"

"He would not betray me and hand me over to the Japanese.

If I cannot persuade him to change his mind and make meritorious contributions, I will pretend to join the gang and use this opportunity to infiltrate the pseudo-spy headquarters, find a way to get close to Wang Tianhai and assassinate him. "

Boss Dai sneered: "You think it's too simple.

It was you who assassinated Chen Lu. In order to give an explanation to other traitors, the Japanese will not let you go.

Moreover, even if you pretended to fall into the water and entered No. 76, with your identity, background and status, you would not be able to contact Wang Tianhai at all."

Liu Geqing remained silent.

"Okay, now that you're here, you should make the best of it. Since you're back, just stay in Shancheng. I'll make arrangements for Shanghai."

Since Liu Geqing took the initiative to come here from Hong Kong, how could he give up halfway?

He continued, "Mr. Dai, you can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a lamb, so please let me go.

If he is really determined to be a traitor, I will risk my life to get rid of this scourge for the organization."

That being said, what if you still can’t catch the wolf even if you sacrifice the child? This move is too dangerous.

"Mr. Dai!"

Seeing his beloved disciple so stubborn, Dai Chunfeng thought of Chen Gongshu's cowardly appearance and sighed:

"Well, Wang Tianlin may not be willing to see other people, so I will give him another chance. Remember, if you find something wrong, withdraw immediately and don't fall into the hands of No. 76."

"Yes, I will guarantee to complete the task." Liu Geqing was overjoyed.

At the same time, Zhang Yi, who was far away in Shanghai, received a telegram about the establishment of a special liaison station.

(End of this chapter)