My spy diary

Chapter 393 The Fifth Column (asking for monthly ticket)

Director He's house was full of guests and soft songs were playing on the record player.

Director He, Secretary Wang, and two other middle-aged men who looked like businessmen were playing mahjong all night long.

The ladies were not to be outdone and opened a table next to them, also enjoying the meal.

Director He was in good luck today. He casually threw out a 30,000 note, and his secretary immediately played out a 50,000 note, seemingly very smoothly.

Director He touched it back, squared it, and happily pushed the cards forward: "It's a tie!"

"Director He, you are so lucky." A businessman complimented him, and took advantage of his good mood to ask, "Director, what about the pass I told you about last time?"

"Pass?" He Shangyou was collecting money and seemed not to hear what he said clearly. At this time, the phone in the living room rang.

The maid answered the phone: "Hello, hello."

After listening to two sentences, she put down the phone and walked to the mahjong table: "Sir, the call is for Secretary Wang."

Secretary Wang was surprised: "Looking for me?"

He Shangyou: "Bring the phone over here."

The servant dragged the telephone line, brought the phone to Secretary Wang, and handed him the receiver.

Secretary Wang muttered, "Who is it? Calling here. Hello?"

The moment the person on the other end heard Secretary Wang's voice coming from the microphone, he said in a trembling voice, "Secretary Wang, I'm Zhang, the supervisor of Wanglongmen Detention Center."

"Why are you playing here? Is there something wrong?" Secretary Wang asked with some displeasure, while continuing to draw cards.

"Something happened. I couldn't get through to your home phone. I asked the director, and I had to try calling the director's home. Zhao Fusheng is dead. He was murdered."

Perhaps because he was too nervous, Zhang lost his voice while speaking. He cleared his throat and continued, "The murderer is unknown now. Our people are investigating the scene. You should come quickly."

"Thirty thousand!"

The person holding the microphone was stunned: "What?"

At the mahjong table, Secretary Wang was also stunned: "How can people..."

As he spoke, he covered the microphone and whispered to Director He and the two mahjong players, "Director, you two, I'm sorry, I have to deal with the call first."

Then he walked aside holding the phone and asked: "How could someone die? And was he murdered? Who did it?"

"It is probably the Red Party, but we are still investigating who it is."

"Waste." Secretary Wang cursed angrily, cold sweat already dripping down his forehead. He glanced at the director who was happily counting cards with bloodshot eyes, feeling uneasy.

The director had privately promised him that as long as he could handle this matter well, he would be the deputy chief of the Intelligence and Support Section, so he was full of enthusiasm.

But now, the talent has just been in his hands for half a day, and he has already lost his life. The person is dead, so what's the point of talking about the fishing plan?

He hung up the phone with a frustrated look on his face. After thinking for a while, he still went to He Shangyou and whispered, "Director, something happened!"

"what?"

"Zhao Fusheng was killed."

He Shangyou's face suddenly turned gloomy.

On the other side, the Red Party Office.

Director Ye is listening to Secretary Huang’s report.

"The traitors have been eliminated. Comrade Lao Dao has left the city and will be picked up by comrades from the Sichuan-Kang Special Committee."

Director Ye nodded. Comrade Lao Dao was about to withdraw to the border area. He might retire or go to a new city and continue fighting with a new identity.

All this went so smoothly thanks to one person.

Director Ye felt relieved. He took a sip of water and thought:

"Who on earth passed the information to Lao Huang?"

"Could it be the deep sea?"

"It's possible, but how did he know Lao Huang's true identity?"

"Could it be that he has come into contact with Lao Huang in real life and discovered his identity?"

"In life?" Director Ye pondered for a long time and shook his head. "Xiao Lin and Lao Wang have withdrawn, but the intelligence line cannot be cut off. We have to find a way to contact Shen Hai."

Secretary Huang thought for a moment and said, "There is one person who is suitable, but he is currently under investigation."

"Are you talking about Comrade Zheng Huhe?"

"Yes."

“What went wrong with the review?”

"There is no problem, but some people are obsessed with the issue of him passing information to the Military Control Commission, saying that he is a dissident who has infiltrated the revolutionary ranks and has lost his revolutionary stance."

"You're just playing the piano." Director Ye said, and after thinking for a while, he said, "The Military Control Commission's secret search plan is still going on. Notify all members of our underground team to hide and protect themselves."

After the deployment, he said to Secretary Huang, "Draft a telegram and send it to your superiors."

Secretary Huang nodded and went to prepare immediately.

As soon as Zheng Huhe arrived at the base, he was detained in an interrogation room converted from a firewood shed. A month has passed.

He told the two young New Fourth Army cadres who interrogated him: "I can't tell you anything. This is an organizational principle, unless you are my direct superior."

The young general shouted, "Zheng Huhe, don't be stubborn. This is a movement. We are trying to save you."

Zheng Huhe shook his head, turned to look at the ray of sunlight coming in through the window, and said nothing more.

During this month, he was interrogated every day, but he remained silent.

Today, the cell door was finally opened, and in an instant, a beam of golden sunlight poured in impatiently, warm and cozy, wrapping around people, so comfortable.

The person who came to greet him was a leader of the Enemy Work Department. He stepped forward and shook his hand. He opened his mouth for a long time but didn't utter a word, as if it was him who had been imprisoned for so long.

Zheng Huhe was surprisingly calm, just a little weak. He asked in a hoarse voice:
"Leader, can I return to the team now?"

The leader nodded vigorously and said, "I am here to take you back to the team. The Shancheng organization needs you to join the battle."

After saying this, he looked at Zheng Huhe and said, "You've worked hard, but it's nothing. For the sake of revolution, a little grievance is nothing."

At Director He's house, mahjong finally stopped.

He Shangyou took a sip of tea, stood up and said, "Let's stop here today. I have something to discuss with my secretary."

The two businessmen breathed a sigh of relief. After all, racking their brains to loosen up liquidity and give out money while doing it without making a fuss was really a torment for them.

"Director is so lucky, we must win back someday."

"Haha, it's settled then."

While chatting and laughing, Director He and Secretary Wang went to the study.

After closing the door, He Shangyou lit a cigarette and asked angrily:

"How could a person die? And he was murdered."

Secretary Wang said anxiously: "It was not very clear on the phone, but they just said he was killed. They suspected it was done by someone inside, probably a hidden Red Party member." "The Red Party is really omnipresent." He Shangyou exhaled a puff of smoke, feeling a little annoyed:
"I just reported this to Boss Dai. It's only been half a day and the person is dead. How can I explain it now?"

"This, this." The secretary racked his brains but couldn't come up with a good idea, "How about letting Section Chief Zhang go?"

He Shangyou glared at him with a look of disappointment, interrupted him and said, "Let me think about it."

He hesitated for a while before speaking, as if he was asking Secretary Wang, or as if he was talking to himself: "This is strange, who killed him?"

Without waiting for Secretary Wang to say anything, he immediately continued:
"No matter who killed this man, the show must go on."

As he said this, he looked deeply at Secretary Wang and said, "You go."

"I'll go?" Secretary Wang's tone was full of surprise.

"Yes, you go."

"But I'm not one of them. Will I be exposed?" Secretary Wang was terrified.

"What are you worried about? Who can recognize you with a hood on your head? If they say you are a traitor to the Red Party, then you are one." He Shangyou's tone was meaningful.

Secretary Wang was stunned. He couldn't help but tremble when he thought that his predecessor died by pretending to be a Red Party member.

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He Shangyou placed a big hand on his shoulder and said earnestly:
"You've been with me for a while. In fact, in our line of work, if you want to achieve merit and get promoted, you still have to be willing to take risks."

"Let me think about it again." Secretary Wang was a little confused.

"Thinking about tomorrow, there will be no better way than this." He Shangyou pinched his shoulder and said coldly.

Secretary Wang was trembling with fear and his mind was in a mess.

He Shangyou looked at him and said in a serious tone: "Look at me. Listen to me, there is no time to lose. If we are late, the Red Party's instructions will be passed down. If they temporarily enter a dormant state, they will really get nothing.

Think about it, do you want to be a cowardly deserter or a fearless warrior? Your parents back home are looking forward to you making contributions to the Party and the country! "

The last sentence hit Secretary Wang hard, and his heart skipped a beat. He said with difficulty:

"You know, I'm an insider."

He Shangyou didn't respond. He lit another cigarette, took a few puffs, and then said:
"You must have earned a lot from today's card game, right? Remember to send some money to your parents."

In an instant, Secretary Wang was speechless.

"When people get old, they always like to think about the past. Recently, I have been thinking about my classmates from Huangpu. How about you? How many of those who graduated from the Guizhou Training Class with you have been promoted to section chiefs or captains?" He Shangyou flicked the ash from his cigarette and asked him, "Are there many?"

"Not many." Secretary Wang replied indifferently. There are many people like this in Linli, but there are fewer in Qianyang training class.

“Were there many sacrifices?”

Secretary Wang stopped talking.

He Shangyou struck while the iron was hot: "Xiao Wang, just like the song in your training class, 'Revolutionary youth, get ready, be wise, benevolent and courageous! Master the arteries of the present stage and stand at the forefront of the great era!'
Poverty and humbleness cannot change us, and might and power cannot bend us. To safeguard the safety of our leaders and protect our national territory and sovereignty, we must be firm and calm.

This lyric is not just a lie, right? If I were 20 years younger, I would have gone to the front line myself. "

"Yes," Secretary Wang answered with some difficulty.

"That's right. Go ahead. I'll arrange for someone to protect you." He Shangyou put out his cigarette butt. "When you fish out the hidden underground party, not only me but also Director Dai will congratulate you."

Coming out of He's house, a cold wind blew on the street, and fallen leaves flew everywhere. Secretary Wang walked alone on the road, with a sad face.

He Shangyou's threat was undisguised. If they didn't do as he said, he would not let his family go even if he died.

Maybe this is the fate of a spy!

The dawn light gradually emerged. There was a lot of fog in the early morning. The Luodawan Military Control Bureau looked a little gloomy today. The entire office building was shrouded in a thick layer of fog.

After receiving the call, Zhang Yi hurried to the bureau headquarters building and met He Shangyou unexpectedly in the corridor. The latter's face showed any frustration at the traitor's killing. The two looked at each other silently, and walked into the brightly lit conference room one after the other.

At this time, several department directors including Yang Rong, He Zhiyuan, and Wei Daming had already arrived. Everyone was whispering to each other, and no one knew what had happened.

Soon, Dai Chunfeng came in with Mao Qiwu. He glanced at the people who were waiting with bated breath, sat down, and said with a heavy face:
"Everyone, there is intelligence that there is a huge fifth column hidden in the capital city. This organization is well organized. It not only has a planning department, but also an action department. Its members have infiltrated the core leadership of the party, government and military."

The fifth column refers to the enemy's puppet spy organization.

"Buzz!" Everyone was stunned. Isn't this too sensational? We all work in intelligence, how come we have never heard of it?
"Silence," Dai Chunfeng said, looking at Mao Qiwu, "Director Mao will explain the details."

"Ahem!" Mao Qiwu cleared his throat and said:
"I was also shocked when the Inspectorate received the tip-off. I instructed the informant to get more detailed information to ensure that the intelligence was foolproof. Now I can confirm that the intelligence was credible."

He hesitated for a moment and said, "Intelligence shows that the secret radio station of the Fifth Column is set up in the residence of Mr. Ju, the President of the Judicial Yuan."

"impossible?"

"How is this possible? How could Dean Ju work for the enemy?"

"Why is there no news at all?"

Everyone looked incredulous. President Ju was a veteran of the Kuomintang and had been Mr. Sun's right-hand man as early as the Xinhai Revolution. In 32, he was reappointed as the President of the Judiciary and the President of the Supreme Court, and concurrently served as the Chairman of the Law Society of the Republic of China.

This person is a staunch executor of Chang's anti-red policy. He holds a high position and has great prestige. He is a big shot that Boss Dai usually doesn't dare to provoke easily. Why do we want to investigate this person now?
Facing everyone's questioning eyes, Mao Qiwu said:
"The intelligence also said that some of the people who participated in the Fifth Column were senior cadres in our Military Control Commission. It was because of these people's obstruction and cover-up that such a big thing has been kept secret from us until now."

Everyone looked at each other.

Dai Chunfeng snorted coldly: "You are all reliable because you can sit here. I believe that you will not join any fifth column, so don't worry, you can say whatever you want."

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Zhang Yi pondered and asked: "How did you get the information? Could it be a smokescreen or a counter-espionage tactic released by the enemy?

They want us to kill each other, throw each other off balance, and then wait for an opportunity to attack. After all, it takes only one mouth to spread rumors, but it takes a lot of effort to refute them.”

Mao Qiwu shook his head and said, "The informant didn't dare to fabricate information and pin such a serious crime on Mr. Ju. Besides, he is dead. The Inspectorate found the information from the lining of his shoe sole."

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.

"I also find it unbelievable, but what we do is suspicion, and we have to investigate if there are clues." Dai Chunfeng said when he saw that no one was talking.

"And our Mr. Ju has a criminal record. In 29, he was imprisoned for two years for opposing the chairman.

Although he has been reinstated, there is no guarantee that he has no grudges in his heart. The chairman has always attached great importance to monitoring these elders, so I think we should still conduct a thorough search of Mr. Ju's residence. I think even if he complains to the chairman, the chairman will be on our side. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Mao Qiwu immediately echoed, "What the Bureau Chief said is right. The Chairman respects these party and state elders but does not treat them with affection. In order to prevent any changes, there is nothing wrong with us conducting surprise inspections."

Yang Rong frowned and said, "Mr. Dai, isn't that a bit too rash?

Dean Ju lives in Shangqing Temple, where the party and state veterans gather. All these people have to be respected by the chairman. How could the comrades of our bureau dare to be rude to them?

If we don’t get solid evidence and get bitten back, even the chairman won’t be able to handle it, and we will be the ones to bear the brunt of the consequences.”

Hearing what Yang Rong said, Dai Chunfeng took a deep breath and felt that the situation was a bit tricky. One Dean Ju was easy to deal with, but with a group of elders, it would be difficult for him to compete with his qualifications and connections.

He pondered for a while, then asked angrily, "Now that the arrow is on the string, are we just going to let it go?"

Yang Rong spread his hands helplessly. Everyone was silent and the atmosphere was solemn.

At this moment, Mao Qiwu suddenly coughed, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Dai Chunfeng said "hmm" expressionlessly, then stood up, his gloomy eyes swept across every face, and said:
"Everyone, all the contents of today's meeting are top secret. You must not disclose them. If anyone violates this, don't blame me, Dai, for being ruthless. I will punish you according to military law!
Also, from now on, all external telephone lines in the bureau will be cut off, and no one is allowed to leave until this matter is investigated."

"Yes."

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(End of this chapter)