My spy diary

Chapter 365 Telegram (please vote for me)

Japanese Army Hospital.

Li Shijun waited outside the operating room for a long time, and the door finally opened.

Seeing the doctor coming out, he quickly called the interpreter and asked, "Doctor, how is he?"

The Japanese military doctor said in Chinese: "The person has been saved, but..."

"But what?"

"The bullet in his spine damaged his central nervous system."

"What will be the consequences?"

"It will make people slowly lose consciousness and become paralyzed. If they are still alive at that time, they will become a person who will never feel pain." After the military doctor said this, he lowered his huge head and stood straight in front of Li Shijun, as if expressing his condolences.

Li Shijun had a blank expression on his face. He thought for a moment and asked, "Can he still use a gun?"

The military doctor was stunned for a moment, then said seriously: "I am a doctor, I only know how to save lives."

"Okay, can I see him now?"

"Please."

Li Shijun entered the ward. Wu Sibao had saline solution hanging on his hand and an oxygen tube inserted in his nostrils, and he was still in a coma.

He looked at it silently for a while, then turned and left the ward, and said to the secretary:
"Go to Tang Mansion."

Tang Mansion is the mansion of Tang Jili, the fourth son of Tang Laosi, and is located on Jinshenfu Road.

When Li Shijun walked into the living room, he saw Tang Laosi wrapped in a silk cotton nightgown, sitting on the sofa drinking tea and reading the newspaper, as if he had just woken up.

"Brother Shijun, why are you here?"

"Can't I come and see you?"

"Brother, you are the kind of person who never comes to visit a temple for no reason." Tang Laosi invited him to sit down and ordered the servant to serve tea.

Li Shijun stood still, looked at him expressionlessly for a while, and said, "Wu Sibao was almost killed."

"Really? Who did it?"

"Military Control."

Tang Laosi looked at him and opened his mouth:

"What does this have to do with me? It's not my order."

Li Shijun snorted, sat down, took a sip of tea, and asked:
"Has Mr. Dai contacted you recently?"

"Just say what you want to say, don't beat around the bush."

As the representative of Chongqing, Tang Laosi's identity has basically been made public, but some things can only be understood but not expressed in words. He really can't figure out what Li Shijun is up to.

"Do you know Zhang Yi?"

"The director of the Shanghai Experimental Zone? Didn't he go back to Shancheng?"

"It seems your intelligence is not accurate enough." Li Shijun straightened his body and said coldly, "Not only is he in Shanghai, I think the attack on Captain Wu was planned by him."

"What does this have to do with me."

"Of course." Li Shijun interrupted him, "Because I suspect he is a member of the Communist Party, or perhaps he is an undercover agent who has infiltrated the Military Control Commission."

"Undercover?" Tang Lao Si was surprised and asked word by word:
"Do you have evidence?"

“Does suspicion require evidence?”

Tang Laosi looked at him speechlessly:
"Why are you telling me this? Wu Sibao was attacked, but you didn't catch the murderer. Do you think suspicion can solve the problem?"

"Although you and I belong to different camps, we share the same goal in dealing with the Red Party."

Tang Laosi remained silent.

Li Shijun poured him a cup of tea and continued, "I have worked in the Central Bureau of Investigation and I know what those party officials think. The Japanese can destroy our country, but they will not destroy our party. Although the Red Party will not destroy our country, it will destroy our party. So no matter what the situation of the Sino-Japanese war is, we must try to eradicate the Red Party."

Tang Lao Si said doubtfully: "Even if Zhang Yi really turns red, I can't control him."

"You have no control over this, but can you use the radio station at home to inform Mr. Dai?"

Hearing him say this, Tang Laosi paused, wanting to say something, but didn't say it.

Li Shijun saw him hesitate to speak, and understood his thoughts very well. He knew that Tang Laosi was too soft-hearted.

"If you conceal the news and it gets to Mr. Dai, what will he think?"

Tang Laosi frowned and said after a while: "This matter is very difficult to handle, not only because it offends people."

Li Shijun smiled and looked at him meaningfully: "Brother, you don't sympathize with the Red Party, do you?"

Tang Laosi's face changed.

Li Shijun didn't give him a chance to explain. He put down his teacup, stood up, and looked at his watch: "Think about it carefully. I'm doing this for your own good."

With that said, he turned and left.

In the hotel, after receiving the news that the operation was successful, Zhang Yi said calmly, "I know", as if nothing had happened.

The monkey came in with a copy of the China Daily and said:

"District Chief, the news has been published."

"It didn't arouse suspicion?"

"Don't worry, I traveled in disguise, and I paid special attention on the way back, and I didn't see any tail."

Zhang Yi nodded, spread out the newspaper, and found a missing person notice in the middle.

This is a code word that only the Military Control Commission can understand, and it is an order for the radio station to remain silent.

At the most dangerous moments, the oldest and most traditional means of communication are often more covert and reliable.

"Director, judging from this operation, there is nothing wrong with the people in the Shanghai Experimental Zone, but how did the 76ers receive the intelligence? Unless they deciphered our telegrams."

"What if there's a traitor?"

"Who?"

Zhang Yi sighed and didn't answer. It was not easy to answer.

After a pause, he put away the newspaper and said solemnly:

"No matter who this person is, once he sees the newspaper, he will realize that his identity has been exposed. No. 76 will definitely take action, so there is no need to wait. Send a telegram to Shancheng immediately and let the headquarters check."

"Yes." Monkey took the order and didn't know what to say for a moment. He had never seen the district chief react like this. He realized that if this traitor took action, the entire communication line would be in danger.

So, who is this person? What is his identity and why does the district chief feel so threatened?
As he was thinking, Zhang Yi's voice rang out again:

"What is Mr. Xie doing?"

"The younger one went into the room and hasn't come out yet. The older one just said he wanted to treat you, the district chief, to a meal."

"Should we go to war to hold him accountable or apologize?"

Zhang Yi was thinking, he had no good feelings towards these two guys who were more likely to cause trouble than to help. And at this moment he received an invitation to dinner from Butler Xie, he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

But then I thought again, I hadn't even come to greet them yet, but they came up to me on their own initiative, which obviously had other intentions.

So he told Monkey and Qian Xiaosan to prepare for sending the message and went directly to the hotel private room.

In a luxuriously decorated private room, there were several exquisite side dishes. Butler Xie had obviously been waiting here for a long time. When he saw Zhang Yi, he stood up and greeted him with a smile:

"Mr. Wu, you are here." Zhang Yi nodded and sat on the main seat.

"Mr. Xie, I have a lot of things to do, so I am late. Please forgive me."

Butler Xie poured him a cup of tea and said enthusiastically:

"It's okay, it's okay. I know Mr. Wu is busy. He must not have had lunch yet. Come on, eat it while it's hot. We can talk while we eat."

Zhang Yi smiled faintly and looked at the delicacies on the table: "Butler Xie is really considerate, but you specially invited me to dinner, I'm afraid it's not just for getting to know me, right?"

Butler Xie hesitated for a moment and said, "I just wanted to get to know you and apologize for my young master. Who would have thought that the occupied area was so dangerous? He is young and ignorant. I hope Mr. Wu will forgive him."

"Talking nonsense can kill people."

"Understood, understood. I will report the truth to Mr. Kong when I return."

Zhang Yi didn't expect that the old man would turn around and bring up Minister Kong, and his face suddenly darkened.

But Butler Xie continued to say innocently:

"At first, the chairman's order was sent to the Ministry of Finance. I heard that we were going to the occupied areas. We raised the troops for a thousand days and used them in one day. I thought everyone would rush to go, but in the end, no one said anything.

Mr. Kong was also helpless, and finally personally appointed Meng Fan to come and try his luck. I have seen a bit of the world, so I followed him."

"I didn't expect Butler Xie to be so loyal to the Party and the country."

"Thank you, thank you." Butler Xie waved his hand. "More than one million French francs may not be a lot, but it is not easy to convert them into US dollars."

Zhang Yi frowned and said, "The Japanese side allows transactions in French currency, why do we have to convert it into US dollars?"

"Mr. Kong said that the Japanese are sincere, so we have to show our sincerity."

Zhang Yi snorted coldly. It was already this late and he was still trying to be strong.

Since the financial war, the Japanese have been printing counterfeit money, and the Nationalist government has also been printing counterfeit money. Then the agents of both sides find ways to spend it in the other's controlled areas. While solving their own financial shortages, they can also hit the other's economy, killing two birds with one stone.

The Nationalist government can print as much legal tender as it wants, but what about the US dollar?
The old Japanese soldier Yamamoto Kenzo led a group of young Japanese soldiers to print counterfeit money desperately. Over a period of several years, they issued tens of billions of yuan, which is the largest counterfeit currency production in the world.

It is said that the people in this dormitory worked day and night to print counterfeit money and their bodies were worn out.

But when he turned around, he realized that he was crazy, and the Chinese were even crazier than him.

In the face of increasingly shrinking territory and population and stagnant tax revenue, the Nationalist government, in order to cope with the huge military overdraft, actually issued nearly 37 billion legal tender in the Kuomintang-controlled areas over a few years. It should be noted that the total amount of legal tender in China in was less than billion.

So the little money that Yamamoto Kenzo printed with great effort was thrown in without even a splash.

Yamamoto Kenzo was completely desperate and convinced:
China is truly a daunting country!

Faking, it’s an old tradition!!!

Butler Xie continued, "In order to run this business, the Ministry of Finance urgently established a company and named it Tongji, which means to provide assistance.

Unlike other companies, Tongji Company did not lose shareholders and did not collect capital. It only had transportation expenses and no profit income, and its employees did not receive any salary.

The funds for purchasing cotton cloth were jointly borne by the four major national banks: the Central Bank, the Bank of China, the Bank of Communications, and the Bank of Agriculture. These banks sent staff to participate in the Tongji Company.

"Xie is a humble person, but Minister Kong has entrusted me with an important task and appointed me as the supervisor of this company."

"So you're here to thank Supervisor Xie. I'm so sorry. What can I do for you?"

"Don't take advice seriously."

Butler Xie smiled reservedly, pondered for a moment, and acted very embarrassed.

"Alas, some things are hard to say, but..."

The dagger is revealed? Zhang Yi sneered in his heart and said calmly:
"But it doesn't matter."

"Then I won't beat around the bush and just say it straight."

Butler Xie sighed:
“The staff of Tongji Company are devoted to the country and do not even ask for salary. This kind of dedication deserves praise, but we cannot help but consider them. We can’t let them suffer and work without getting paid, right?

Furthermore, the transportation expenses are also a considerable expense, but several banks are currently stretched to their limits and cannot raise the money for the time being."

Hearing this, if Zhang Yi still didn't understand what he was doing today, then he would be a fool, and interrupted him impatiently:

"Thank you, butler. Tell me straight away, what are you planning to do?"

Butler Xie smiled, took out an envelope from his arms and pushed it in front of him.

Zhang Yi opened the envelope and took a glance. He saw a colorful stack of US dollars, about five thousand in total. He asked expressionlessly:

"what do you mean?"

"Well, this is a benefit for Mr. Wu."

Butler Xie looked at him and continued:
"Mr. Wu only needs to send another telegram to the Military Intelligence Bureau, saying that the number of cotton yarn and cloth negotiated before was inaccurate. For some unknown reason, the Japanese suddenly changed their mind and changed the agreed 8800 pieces to 6000 pieces."

Zhang Yi sneered in his heart, like a toad yawning, with such a big mouthful of boasting that he ate 2800 veils in one mouthful and was not afraid of being stuffed to death.

Asking Zhang Yi to be silent, Butler Xie thought that he was timid or that the bargaining chips he offered were not enough, so he deliberately emphasized his tone:

"The Japanese have always gone back on their words, and as long as we destroy the original contract documents, no one will investigate further.

When this batch of cotton yarn arrives in Shancheng and is sold at a high price, you will certainly get some of the benefits.”

"Really?" Zhang Yi sneered, threw the envelope of dollars at him, and was furious:

"I am a soldier. I am following Director Dai's orders to pretend to be friendly with the Japanese invaders in exchange for military uniforms for the soldiers fighting on the front line, so that they can have enough food and clothes to fight the Japanese. I will never collude with you to engage in such a speculative business!"

Butler Xie was caught off guard by the money. He was stunned, and his expression seemed to say, everyone does this, why make a fuss about it.

"Thank you, Butler. Take care of yourself." Zhang Yi looked at him coldly and turned to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Butler Xie picked up the banknotes on the ground, played with them in his hands, and looked at him meaningfully:
"Mr. Wu is full of vigor and has just started his career in government. I'm afraid he doesn't know how dangerous the officialdom is. Sometimes, a careless move can lead to death."

Zhang Yi turned around suddenly and pointed his gun at Butler Xie: "Are you threatening me?"

"No, just a little advice."

Zhang Yi sneered, pushed him onto the dining table, pointed a gun at his head, and pressed the safety button.

"Old man, if you want to make money from the national crisis, that's your business. I can't control it. But don't try to drag me into this, let alone threaten me. The barefoot are not afraid of the ones wearing shoes. If anyone makes things difficult for me, I will kill his entire family!"

"You don't dare to shoot." Butler Xie showed disdain.

"Then try it." Zhang Yi pulled the trigger, and Butler Xie's body instantly became stiff.

"You and I are Minister Kong."

"Shut up!" Zhang Yi yelled and pulled the trigger.

Butler Xie trembled all over and closed his eyes in despair: "Please, I was wrong"

There was a "click" sound and the firing pin made a blank sound. It turned out that there was no bullet in the gun.

Butler Xie's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, with a foul odor emanating from his crotch.

"Coward."

After saying this, Zhang Yi returned to his hotel room.

The monkey came forward with a worried look on his face and handed over a telegram with only four words on it:

"Return to the mountain city quickly."

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(End of this chapter)