My spy diary

Chapter 385 Intelligence (please vote)

It's dawn, and the whole city is gradually waking up from its slumber.

The sky today is gray and gloomy, like a huge block of lead, weighing heavily over the city.

As soon as the sound of sweeping the floor was heard at the entrance of Zhongshan 4th Road in Yuzhong District, Ding Hao got up.

He put on the leather cotton jacket hanging on the head of the bed, put on a felt hat, and slipped on gray cotton shoes, looking for food at home.

The room was in a mess, with clothes, towels, pots and pans scattered everywhere. It was a mess. After rummaging around for a long time, he couldn't find anything to eat, so he had to go out.

A cold wind blew, and the winter chill made Ding Hao shiver.

He wrapped his clothes tightly, looked up at the gray sky, muttered a few words, walked through an alley, and entered a restaurant with a sign that read "Jixiang Sichuan Restaurant".

The restaurant was very small, with an iron pot placed on the stove in the middle, which was bubbling with steam.

Sitting next to the iron pot was a bald strong man with a scar on his nose. He was wearing a black windbreaker with his collar open, and the black police uniform underneath could be faintly seen. The nameplate on his collar had the words "Eighth Branch" on it.

He sat on a stool, warming a pot of wine and drinking by himself.

Ding Hao seemed to be very familiar with the bald man and called out to him flatteringly, "Captain."

The bald man didn't even look at him. He lifted the lid of the pot, picked up a piece of steaming hot fat, and ate it with a slurp, not even bothering to talk.

The meat was a little hot, but Ding Hao stared at it intently. There seemed to be little stars twinkling in his eyes. His throat rolled slightly as he watched the bald man eat with relish and swallowed silently.

After chewing the meat in his mouth, the bald man glanced at him and asked:

"Do you have any intelligence reports?"

Ding Hao opened his mouth and fell silent.

He graduated from the Guizhou Training Class in November 39 and was assigned to the Eighth Branch of the Shancheng Police Department. It has been a year since then, but he has not achieved any results.

The Guizhou Training Class was established in December 38. It had six brigades: guerrilla warfare, intelligence, operations, accounting, telecommunications, and anti-smuggling, with more than 12 students.

Ding Hao studied intelligence.

Because the Qian Training Class is a continuation of the Lin Training Class, it is also called the Qian Training Class Phase II.

But children raised by a stepmother are still children raised by a stepmother. Even shouting the slogan "Lin and Qian are inseparable" is of no avail, as the treatment between the two is vastly different.

Since the temporary training class was the first batch of spies trained on a large scale with high cultural literacy, and the Military Intelligence Bureau was in urgent need of young cadres with academic qualifications and technical skills after its establishment, Boss Dai was very fond of this group of people.

He personally selected dozens of people to the bureau headquarters, and all of them were given important positions. Some were sent to Room A to serve as assistant secretaries, while others were placed in internal service units such as the Personnel Department. Now they have all become section chiefs or deputy section chiefs.

Other students who were not involved in the matter also thrived in the field districts, stations, and groups, and were promoted to captain or major.

After a year, Ding Hao was still a second lieutenant.

It’s not that Ding Hao is willing to fall into depravity and doesn’t work hard, but he really has the “skills to slay dragons” but no opportunity to display them.

The Red Party Shancheng Office is right next to it, but so what? It's an open agency, and now that the Nationalist Party and the Red Army are cooperating, we can't investigate or arrest them. We can only follow them and get some trivial intelligence to comfort ourselves.

"My heart is filled with thousands of mountains and valleys, and my aspirations are as high as those of a swan, but I am trapped in the shallows, and my talent is wasted by the flowing water."

Every time he thought of this sentence, Ding Hao felt secretly sad.

He was a graduate of intelligence major, and he had dreamed of using his professional skills to identify, analyze, and capture all kinds of intelligence that came in like snowflakes, and screen out the most valuable ones, so that he could catch Director Dai's attention and become a famous spy, instead of being unknown like he is now, and being called around by people from time to time.

He, Ding Hao, is not a rat.

But what if you don’t want to?

Only now do I realize that all my dreams and hard work, when I’m down and out, can’t even buy back a single steamed bun.

He wanted to leave, transfer away from this place, and go to a place where he could show his value. At this moment, this idea was extremely firm.

Looking at the captain eating so much, Ding Hao's stomach growled. He took a deep breath, quickly reviewed the speech he had just repeated several times in his mind, and then said as calmly as possible:

"I have to get intelligence. It's not that I can't get it. I've been trying to find a way. It's just that this place is really..."

The captain smacked his lips, as if he had seen through his little thoughts. He interrupted Ding Hao and asked, "How long have you been here?"

"One year and one month." Ding Hao replied quickly.

"Just tell me, where do you want to go?"

The captain directly smashed Ding Hao's convoluted speech to pieces. He was stunned for a moment, then stammered:

"I, I just want to change places."

"Where do you want to go?" the captain asked again.

Seeing the captain's firm tone, Ding Hao didn't dare to beat around the bush:

“I want to be transferred to the Intelligence Department, where I can use my expertise and learn more from my seniors and make more progress.

I still hope to gain some experience, and I am not afraid of hardship. As long as the captain can forward my application, you will be my benefactor, and I will be grateful to you forever."

The captain paused while cutting the meat with the dagger, looked at him with a half-smile, and sneered:
"Intelligence Department? Why don't you say go to Room A? It's closer to Boss Dai, and it will be more convenient for you to make progress.

Haha, do you know the head of the intelligence department? No. What about the section chief? No either. Do you know which way the door of the intelligence department opens? You are daydreaming in broad daylight.

After saying this, he cut off a piece of fat and put it in his mouth to chew. When he was done, he picked up the warm wine beside him and waved his hand as if he was seeing off a guest.

Ding Hao understood, but he did not leave. He just looked at the captain with pleading eyes.

The captain took a sip of his wine, his expression already impatient:
"What are you standing there for? If I were you, I would go out and look for information right now. The early bird catches the worm. Today is New Year's Day, we are busy, and so are the Red Party. Being busy makes it easy to make mistakes. What if a blind cat catches a dead mouse?"

Ding Hao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the captain shouted, "Get lost."

Seeing that he was really angry, Ding Hao walked out dejectedly.

Coming out of the sentry post, Ding Hao looked haggard. He seemed not to hear the rickshaws and cars passing by him.

It was not until his stomach could no longer bear it that he let out a long sigh and walked towards a small stall selling fried pancakes in the distance as if he had made a great decision.

"Two pancakes, please."

The vendor swiftly took a wooden clip, wrapped two fried pancakes in oil paper and handed it to him.

Ding Hao took it and turned away.

"Money, sir, you haven't got it yet."

Ding Hao turned around abruptly, smiled contemptuously, and lifted a corner of his collar.

When the peddler saw the black gun, the words that were about to come out of his mouth stopped abruptly. It was not until Ding Hao's back disappeared that he angrily muttered "dog spy".

Here, Ding Hao wolfed down the fried cakes while walking through the streets and alleys, and soon entered the attic of a three-story building.

This was his base. There was a telescope behind the curtain, and opposite it was the Red Party office.

After eating the fried cake, he felt around in his cotton-padded jacket and took a long time to find a crumpled cigarette, but he couldn't find any matches, so he simply put the cigarette into his mouth and started chewing.

The spicy taste stimulated his mouth, which made him feel refreshed. He immediately sat behind the telescope and peeked in.

This stare lasted for several hours.

From dawn to noon, half a day had passed. He sat with his hands on his knees, his eyes were sore, his feet were numb, and he was hungry again.

"Ugh."

Ding Hao sighed deeply and fiddled with the cold telescope. He was ready to give up when it got dark.

In this indifferent city, he is engaged in a business of doubting others, and all he feels is the lack of trust between people. There are only suspicion, indifference and disregard. He has never felt this indifference so deeply, but today, on New Year's Eve.

He thought that when he was successful in the future and saw someone as miserable as he was now, he would definitely lend a hand, even if it was just to give him ten or eight yuan, or take him out for a good meal! Just like what he was thinking now, the fat in the captain's pot smelled really good.

While he was in a daze, Ding Hao heard a whistle in his ears and quickly looked.

A jeep covered with a canvas awning stopped in front of the office entrance, and an officer in a gray-blue military uniform got out of the car.

He was thin, about forty years old, with a belt around his waist and a Mauser pistol on his back, and a guard wearing leggings following behind him.

Taking a look at the license plate number, Ding Hao could tell at a glance that the car was from Chengdu.

Then the door of the office opened, and a middle-aged man walked out. He was also wearing a gray-blue military uniform with a pocket on his chest, which was a mark of a cadre.

Ding Hao knew this person. He was the office's confidential secretary, Secretary Huang, and he had been under surveillance for a long time.

Secretary Huang was obviously an old acquaintance of the visitor. The two of them hugged each other warmly, held hands and walked in, chatting and laughing.

As the jeep drove in, the office door closed again, leaving only two guards with rifles on their backs standing still.

At this moment, Ding Hao's eyes wanted to penetrate the door and spy on everything he wanted to know.

He quickly adjusted the telescope, stood up, and followed the backs of the two middle-aged men.

They walked to a staircase and the visitor handed a red folder to Secretary Huang. Secretary Huang took a look at it and his expression became serious. He hurriedly led the visitor into a small door, and his view was completely blocked.

Ding Hao couldn't help feeling discouraged. The continuous work and the disappointment of getting nothing made him look extremely exhausted.

But how could he be willing to accept this? It was New Year's Day, and the information brought by this cadre from Chengdu in the cold wind must be extremely important.

He must wait.

This wait lasted for an hour.

In the sight, Secretary Huang's brows relaxed, and he walked towards the office door, chatting and laughing with the visitor.

What are you going to do? Eat?

Ding Hao pondered secretly and followed the two people out of the office door.

Seeing the two people going out onto the street as he expected, Ding Hao was delighted and quickly stood up to follow them.

When he reached the door, he stepped back, scooped up the cold water from the bucket, and poured it hard on his face several times. His sleepy brain instantly became clear.

"Thank God."

After going downstairs, Ding Hao caught a glimpse of the two people still in his sight. He said something silently, pressed down his felt hat with his hand, looked around vigilantly, and walked forward with his head down.

The cold weather did not affect people's mood for shopping at all. The hurried crowds, the clanging trams, and the hawkers shouting their wares made the place extremely noisy.

Ding Hao walked silently along the street, and suddenly he stopped, turned around and picked up a cotton-padded jacket from a stall. While asking the price, he observed the target out of the corner of his eye.

The two targets seemed to be aware that they were being followed, and their steps became faster and slower, in order to test whether someone was following them.

Ding Hao silently looked around at the pairs of eyes on the street from the stall. Every person in a hurry seemed to have his own mission. It seemed that countless pairs of eyes flashing with sinister dark green light like hungry wolves were also staring at their targets.

For example, two men pretending to read newspapers were whispering to each other at a roadside newsstand not far away, and then one of the men followed a man who had stopped by the target in just one or two steps.

They were from the second team. Ding Hao cursed his bad luck inwardly. These guys slept until dawn and then came out to wander around. He must not let them get the upper hand. He had been waiting for the target for the entire morning before he discovered it.

At this moment, Ding Hao secretly became nervous. He knew that he was in big trouble. With so many people around, not only would it alert the enemy, but it would also expose him, and all his efforts would be in vain.

Ding Hao looked grim as he watched the target squeeze into the crowd and the spies following him from all directions.

At this time, he noticed a lone little boy standing at the door of a store not far away, sucking his fingers and looking at a vendor selling candied haws passing by.

An idea struck him.

Throwing down the cotton-padded jacket in his hand, he pretended to look sad and rushed to the vendor selling candied haws. When he came to his senses, he bowed and apologized.

When he turned around again, he had a string of candied haws in his hand.

He walked over to the little boy, squatted down, and forced a kind smile: "Little brother, do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat, but my mom won't buy it for me." said the little boy, with a little red eyes.

"Here you go." Ding Hao handed over the candied haws.

The little boy wiped away his tears, grabbed the candied haws with his little hands, licked it with his tongue, and looked intoxicated.

"anything else?"

"want."

Ding Hao smiled. He stood up, looked around, and pointed to a restaurant with red lanterns hanging in the distance. He said:

"There are lots of delicious candied haws there, shall we go get some together?"

After saying this, without waiting for the little boy's consent, he picked him up, stared at the target's receding back and followed closely.

"We finally got rid of the tail. It wasn't easy!" Secretary Huang and his companions took the spies who were monitoring them openly and secretly for two circles and finally got rid of them.

"Yeah, these people don't rest even during the New Year."

"You have to understand. After all, this is their job."

"Haha, that's true. Okay, Lao Huang, stop keeping me in suspense. What are you going to treat me to?"

Secretary Huang smiled and said, "You, Old Liu, are from the Northeast. It's not easy for you to come here. I must do my best to be a good host. Director Ye has specially approved that I will treat you to a stewed goose in an iron pot today."

"Goose stewed in an iron pot? I dream of eating this. After we drive the Japanese away, I will definitely have an authentic meal."

"It's your treat then."

"Enough." The two men talked, completely unaware that their conversation was heard clearly by Ding Hao who was passing by with the little boy in his arms.

Ding Hao said nothing, touched the little boy's head and quickened his pace. He wanted to get to the Northeastern restaurant as soon as possible.

"What would you like to eat, sirs?" Secretary Huang and Lao Liu walked into a Northeastern restaurant, and the owner greeted them warmly across the counter.

"Do you have goose stewed in an iron pot?"

"Yes, yes, it's stewing in the pot."

The shopkeeper had a little sweat on his forehead and looked very nervous. Secretary Huang and Lao Liu looked at each other, said nothing, and found a seat against the wall to sit down.

"One serving of goose stewed in an iron pot, guest number 2."

After saying this, the shopkeeper seemed to have no strength left in his body, and leaned weakly against the wooden wall that served as a screen.

In the inner room separated by a wall, a man wearing a leather cotton jacket and a black felt hat was sitting quietly on a chair.

He held a pistol in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the shopkeeper's wife and daughter, who were huddled together and trembling, with their hands covering their mouths. Next to them was a little boy who was gagged and tied up.

This person is Ding Hao.

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At this moment, he glared at the three people, one big and two small, with a warning look:
"If you dare to make any noise, you will die immediately."

After saying this, he picked up a gray felt hat with ears hanging on the wall, put it on, and walked out of the inner room with a friendly and amiable smile on his face.

"Boss, I'm your clerk now, you'd better behave yourself. I'll protect the lives of your whole family."

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you." The shopkeeper nodded quickly.

Ding Hao snorted lightly, took the account book and abacus, pretending to count the accounts, but his eyes were fixed on Old Huang and Old Liu at table No. 2.

At this time, he noticed that Lao Liu took out a folded newspaper from his pocket and handed it to Secretary Huang opposite him.

Secretary Huang unfolded it carefully and started reading it while chatting.

It was a copy of Ta Kung Pao.

Ding Hao's eyes couldn't help but freeze.

Then he noticed that Lao Liu opposite him lit a cigarette.

While smoking, he placed his left hand on the table, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and gently tapped the cigarette within Secretary Huang's sight. Sometimes he tapped three times and stopped, and sometimes he tapped seven times and stopped.

As Secretary Huang's expression became more serious, his fingers moved faster.

Ding Hao's expression also became solemn. These two people must be passing information.

Morse code?

He tried to recall the 2000-word code word list he had memorized, but found that none of it matched.

The Red Party’s own code?
At this moment, he wished that his eyes had magical powers so that he could capture the words that seemed to be non-existent but were actually jumping and evolving in front of the two of them.

"Gentlemen, the dishes are here." Suddenly, the waiter came up with the dishes.

The fingers stopped snapping, and Secretary Huang returned the newspaper to Lao Liu. The two of them began to eat the goose with relish.

The dish was cooked very authentically, but Lao Liu only had a brief taste.

"Unappetizing?"

"It's delicious, but you should pack up such good food and take it back with you, and let the colleagues in the office have a taste. Sharing happiness is worse than enjoying it alone."

"That's right." Secretary Huang thought about it, asked the waiter to pack up, and the two went to the counter to pay.

Ding Hao asked enthusiastically: "Are you done eating now?"

"Go back and eat slowly."

"Okay, two dollars."

Just as Lao Liu was about to reach into his pocket to pay, Secretary Huang stopped him and said, "It's my treat."

As he spoke, he took out two silver dollars and placed them on the counter. Before his hand left the counter, a hand pressed on the back of his hand.

Secretary Huang frowned: "What's wrong?"

"Don't misunderstand me." Ding Hao smiled flatteringly and pointed at Lao Liu shyly:

"Excuse me, could you please leave your copy of Ta Kung Pao for me to read?"

Secretary Huang and Lao Liu looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Old Liu looked at him curiously: "You read newspapers too?"

Ding Hao blushed and said, "Read the newspaper and broaden your horizons. There is a saying that goes, 'What path do you take?'"

“Travel thousands of miles and read thousands of books?”

"Yes, yes, yes, can you leave it to me?" Ding Hao raised his hand and bowed, looking at him hopefully.

"Okay, it's just an ordinary newspaper. Meeting a young man as motivated as you, I have done a good thing." Old Liu took out the newspaper and handed it to Ding Hao without any hesitation.

"Thank you, sirs. Thank you."

"Don't call me sir, we are also part of the common people." The two men smiled and waved their hands, then leisurely left the hotel, and hearty laughter could be heard from afar.

Ding Hao's brows relaxed a lot after getting the newspaper as he wished. At this moment, he didn't care about anything else. He left the restaurant and went straight to the newsstand not far away.

He couldn't wait to pick up a copy of Ta Kung Pao. He compared it carefully and found that it was exactly the same as what Lao Liu said. It was the latest edition published today. There was no difference between the two.

It is indeed an ordinary newspaper, but it must contain secrets that I don’t know about.

As long as you understand these, promotion and wealth will come right away.

Thinking of this, he looked around, watching plainclothes officers in various disguises squeeze into the crowd from all directions and follow the target's figure, and he couldn't help but reveal a hint of ridicule.

You missed the most exciting part and still want to get information? What a waste of time.

Feeling proud, he touched his empty belly, immediately found a sheltered corner, leaned against the wall, and began to study the newspaper.

"is it him?"

"No doubt about it. Although this man is cunning and is holding a little boy behind him, deliberately hiding his face, his clothes and shoes are correct. Now he probably knows everything we want to tell him."

"Do you think he'll believe it?"

"Jiang Gan's theft of the book was originally a strategy to confuse the enemy. It depends on what the person who got the information thinks."

Here, Secretary Huang and Lao Liu were talking in low voices as they walked, ignoring the tail that was following them vaguely.

"What about the little boy?"

"Let our comrades in the police station handle it. These military spies are despicable and unscrupulous. They are truly committing a sin."

"From now on, the people will be the masters of their own country, and everything will be fine."

"That day will come." Secretary Huang firmly believed it.

As they were talking, the two of them had already walked into the door of the office, and as the door closed, all prying eyes were blocked out.

On the other side, Ding Hao was racking his brains to decipher the secrets in the newspaper.

But after trying various methods, I still got nothing.

Suddenly, he remembered Lao Liu's tapping on the table. He frowned and searched the scene carefully in his mind.

"Three knocks, seven knocks, maybe the seventh word in the third line of a certain passage? Or the third word and seventh word in a certain paragraph?"

Thinking about it this way, everything seems to become clear.

He immediately spread out the newspaper and looked at the first page, his fingers unconsciously tapping the ground.

Half an hour later, when he turned to the first article on page three, his eyes suddenly lit up and he burst into laughter.

He rolled up from the ground, completely ignoring the astonished looks of the passers-by on the road, and ran towards the Sichuan restaurant in their astonished gazes.

Sichuan restaurant.

It was still the same iron pot, still emitting steam.

The bald captain was picking his nails with a dagger, taking a sip of the warm wine from time to time, with a very comfortable look on his face.

Seeing Ding Hao running in breathlessly, he didn't even raise his face.

"You have a very good nose. I just cooked some potatoes and roasted chicken, and you came?"

Ding Hao said nothing, took out a newspaper from his arms and threw it to the bald man, then pulled over a bench and sat down, completely ignoring the captain's angry eyes. While breathing out, he opened the lid of the pot, pulled out a half-cooked chicken leg, and began to eat it voraciously.

"What do you mean? Ding Hao, I'm giving you face? If you can't explain it, I'll make you pay for it. Forget about this job in the future. You'll be responsible for the toilets in the bureau." The captain stopped using the nail-picking knife and placed it across Ding Hao's nose.

"Third edition. First article." Ding Hao burped with oil dripping from his mouth and muttered.

The captain stared at him suspiciously. This guy used to be so timid, but now he was so bold. Could it be that he really had something to rely on or bargaining chips? Did he get some information?

He was skeptical and picked up the newspaper to read.

But after a few glances, he said in confusion: "Make it clear!"

Ding Hao said nothing, pulled off another chicken leg and swallowed it in big gulps. When he saw the captain's suppressed anger on his face, he slowly started tapping his leg.

The captain's eyes narrowed and he returned his gaze to the newspaper.

"Three, seven, twelve, fifteen, twenty-three, the code-checking method!" As the numbers popped out of the bald captain's mouth one by one, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Burp" Ding Hao burped again, and finally looked up at the captain with admiration.

"The Red Party is using the code-checking method to transmit information. These words can be combined into - My brother Shenhai, Shadow has been caught, and everything is fine at home, don't worry. And..." The captain sighed with a smile on his face.

Ding Hao smiled smugly and continued to chew the chicken leg. Seeing that he was about to reach into the pot again, the captain shouted, "Are you a reincarnated starving ghost? Leave some for me."

"I only get 30 yuan a month, not even an allowance, and the French currency has depreciated so much."

"Okay, okay, you're a hero, so you can have as much as you want." The captain shook his head helplessly, poured him a glass of wine, and watched Ding Hao drink it all in one gulp, his expression solemn.

"People call you a rat, but you really caught a dead rat. Tell me, how did you find out the information?"

Ding Hao felt happy at the moment and suddenly accepted the disgusting code name "Rat".

He wiped his mouth and began to report everything he had seen and heard today, including how he discovered the target, how he tracked them, how he had an idea, and how he sneaked into the Northeastern restaurant in advance. When he was done, he looked at the captain who was frowning and thinking with hope:
"Is that enough for a promotion to lieutenant?"

"As long as the intelligence is correct, you can be promoted to major, not to mention lieutenant." The captain slapped his thigh and looked at him admiringly: "Second Lieutenant Ding, you have made a great contribution."

At this moment, the more he looked at Ding Hao, the more he liked him. The image of this timid guy in the past became taller in his mind. Hey, why didn't he discover the shining points of this kid before?
Of course, the contribution of Yin Jinsong is indispensable here. The early bird catches the worm. If he hadn't driven Ding Hao out, how would he have found the information?

The deeper the blame, the deeper the love.

In addition, reporting this intelligence would be enough for me, a major captain, to be promoted to a higher level.

"Can I go to the Intelligence Department then?"

This sentence brought Captain Yin back to reality. He suppressed his displeasure and said with a frown:
"You're overthinking it. Is it that easy to get into the Intelligence Department? Do you have any acquaintances there?"

Ding Hao was speechless.

Yin Jinsong snorted coldly and looked at him with disdain:
"You don't understand anything, and you still want to join the Intelligence Department? It doesn't matter if you have no ability or qualifications, but now your critical moment has come."

The latter sentence immediately aroused Ding Hao's curiosity. He immediately stood up and looked at the captain humbly:

"What is a critical moment? Captain, please enlighten me."

"The critical moment of promotion is the key moment." At this point, Captain Yin pointed to the white hair on his temples with empathy, "Life is only a few decades long. Apart from going to school and retirement, there are only a few golden opportunities in between, and you can rise to prominence if you seize them. Once you miss them, it will be too late to reincarnate."

"Then what do I do?"

"Are you anxious? Haha, I just talked about the critical moment. What is the critical moment? It's an ordinary day when one or several people who can decide your fate are sitting in the office, drinking tea and talking. Someone says that Ding Hao is a good young man and you can give him some pressure, and you can move up a level. If no one proposes it, or someone objects, you just have to wait for the next time, hehe!"

"Captain, then I..."

"Don't talk. The next call is to the person who can decide our fate."

Captain Yin waved his hand and walked towards the telephone not far away, under Ding Hao's puzzled look. As he walked, his back unconsciously bent down, as if he was meeting some important person with great respect.

Then he dialed a number he knew by heart, and when the call went through, he said in a respectful tone:
"Hello, Director Yang. I'm Xiao Yin, Yin Jinsong from the 8th Branch of the Police Department...

Yes, yes, yes, I sent mooncakes to your house last time. Yes, you have a good memory.

It's like this, I found a top-secret intelligence about 'Deep Sea', yes, that's the legendary undercover, don't worry, there is absolutely no problem with the intelligence, okay, I'll be right over, yes!"

Ding Hao looked at Captain Yin who was on the phone and felt so strange. He had never seen the captain so humble. Maybe this is the reason why a higher-ranking official can crush someone? Is this what officialdom and politics are all about?
"What are you standing there for? Come with me to see Director Yang right now." Captain Yin didn't think there was anything wrong with his attitude. He hung up the phone, yelled at the dazed Ding Hao, picked up the newspaper, and ran out.

Ding Hao hurriedly followed.

They had no idea how big of an impact this sudden intelligence would have on the Military Intelligence Bureau.

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(End of this chapter)