Chapter 152: Radio Strategy

"How did you know?" Zhou Yunyi's face was extremely panicked and surprised.

"This is actually not difficult."

"When I was in Yancheng, I once listened to your radio at the commune."

"Of course, if I hadn't listened, I would have had plenty of time to listen to each channel one by one."

"Since returning from Yancheng."

"Every night, at different times, I listen to every station, especially those that like to call in clear code."

Li Ya curled his lips, his eyes full of pride and confidence as he continued:

"Coincidentally, I have seen several important Red Ticket files that were seized; in the things searched at their homes, all had the book 'Dream Butterfly'."

"So I was curious about this book, and one day I took it out and checked it against the clear code."

"Interestingly, I found a 'Carp' calling 'Pebble' and 'Mount Emei'."

"So, I came to find you," Li Ya actually didn't have full certainty.

He said it to see Zhou Yunyi's reaction.

This kind of code was generally not accessible to liaison personnel of that level.

But as an important figure in the Regional Committee, Zhou Yunyi was likely aware of it.

Judging from his expression, Li Ya was convinced he had touched upon an extremely important clue.

"What do you want me to do?" Zhou Yunyi said coldly.

"Don't be so nervous."

"What I want you to do is very simple."

"I have a person named Tang Si Mao, who used to be a radio operator in the autumn and knows how to write good clear codes."

"I will have him send a telegram saying that Mr. Dong is coming to Jinhai."

"Top-secret telegram."

"I want to lure another person to go; for the sake of safety, you must also go," Li Ya said.

"Understood."

"If that person goes and refuses to admit it, with you present, he won't be able to escape the suspicion of being a Red Ticket," Zhou Yunyi said.

"You are very smart."

"Good, I promise you; when will you arrange surgery for Lin Tao?" Zhou Yunyi thought for a moment and said.

"Once the mission is completed, it will naturally be arranged."

"From now on, you are not allowed to leave this room for half a step."

"My people will guard outside the door without leaving."

"If you dare to go out, it's death," Li Ya glanced at him.

The reason he dared to tell Zhou Yunyi about "Dream Butterfly" was that telephone communication had been cut off.

Moreover, after tonight.

Once Zhou Yunyi was used up, Li Ya would silence him or throw him into prison.

This person was basically considered finished.

Walking out the door, a proud cold smile appeared on Li Ya's mouth.

When it came to playing means, how could Yu Zecheng, a mere radio class student, be his opponent from the action class?

He had a hundred ways to test Yu Zecheng.

As long as he succeeded once, he could cast this old classmate into the abyss.

Of course, targeting Yu Zecheng was not only because of Jianfeng's instructions for screening.

It was even more to avenge his mentor, Liu Xiong, who was like a father to him.

The report said Liu Xiong was beaten to death after a dispute with refugees he encountered on the road at night.

But Li Ya knew this was a common trick used within the Military Statistics Bureau.

Liu Xiong did not like wine or women.

He was usually low-key and did not like to argue with idlers.

Moreover, he never left his gun; even when sleeping, his pistol had to be placed by his pillow.

With Liu Xiong's skills and eyesight, let alone refugees, even if he encountered a martial artist, it would be easy to escape, let alone kill them.

He had checked the report; there was no gunshot that night.

Liu Xiong didn't fire a single shot but was beaten to death with sticks; this probability was lower than buying US dollar bonds now.

There was only one reason.

Liu Xiong was eliminated by his own people.

Li Ya had asked people from the action team; Liu Xiong had investigated Yu Zecheng and Hong Zhiyou many times.

He even once grabbed Yu Zecheng's wife.

Li Ya had no evidence.

But he could roughly infer that Liu Xiong was likely harmed by Yu Zecheng.

And Wu Jingzhong might be aware of it.

This was exactly what Li Ya couldn't understand.

Wu and Liu were friends of many years of life and death; why would he condone such evil deeds?

Or was he involved in it himself?

Li Ya shook his head, unable to understand.

It didn't matter; as long as he held Yu Zecheng, everything would be clear.

Zhou Yunyi stood by the window, witnessing Li Ya ride away in a car, his face gradually turning livid.

This new captain was a hundred times more terrifying than the previous Ma Kui.

His wisdom was like a demon.

His deceit was like a wolf.

He felt deeply worried about the underground struggle in Jinhai.

"Yunyi!"

Lin Tao stumbled out from the inner room.

She originally had a beautiful face and a plump figure.

Unfortunately, the torture of illness and opium had made this former fighter like a candle in the wind, weak enough to make one's heart ache.

Her face was as pale as wax.

Only the dark circles under her eyes caused by long-term insomnia were particularly striking.

"Why did you come out?"

"You can't catch the wind."

"I brought the things back for you," Zhou Yunyi came back to his senses, hurriedly pulled her into the inner room, took out the opium, and filled the pipe.

"Yunyi, you can't promise him," Lin Tao said weakly.

"I know."

"But your illness..." Zhou Yunyi's eyes were full of bitterness.

Lin Tao turned her head silently.

She knew Zhou Yunyi's exposure was because she bought opium from Old Liu.

It was she who dragged him and the organization down.

"Yunyi, I'm hungry."

"I want to eat dumplings; make me some dumplings," she said in a low voice.

"Okay."

"Xiao Tao, you go lie on the bed first; I'll wrap dumplings for you right now," Zhou Yunyi rolled up his sleeves and happily agreed.

Arriving at the kitchen.

He chopped meat and mixed the filling.

Lin Tao pulled open the drawer.

There was an extra red rope inside.

Previously, she had thought about suicide; the gun at home, as well as the rope, even the mirror and rouge, had been collected.

This morning, Lin Tao woke up and found the mirror and foundation had appeared on the dressing table.

And this rope.

She instantly understood Zhou Yunyi's meaning.

Better to be a revolutionary ghost who died in battle.

Than a person who surrendered and left a bad name.

Lin Tao looked in the mirror, carefully applied makeup, and coiled her hair.

Looking at her beautiful self like a flower.

She couldn't help but smile faintly:

"Yunyi, I'm leaving first."

"I'll wait for you on the Yellow Springs road; we'll meet again in the next life."

Lin Tao stepped on the stool, tied the red rope to the door frame, hung her head, and kicked the stool away.

'Woo woo!'

She instinctively made a muffled sound.

In the kitchen.

Zhou Yunyi heard the movement.

His body trembled, the kitchen knife stopped in mid-air, and the unbearable pain in his eyes condensed into tears.

Immediately.

His eyes turned cold, and he continued chopping meat.

He couldn't be sad.

Xiao Tao was liberated; he still had his own mission to complete.

From the moment he was discovered by Ma Kui, Zhou Yunyi had already prepared for sacrifice.

Tonight, it was time.

After the dumplings were cooked.

He placed the dumplings on the table, prepared Laba vinegar and garlic.

"Xiao Tao, time for dumplings."

Zhou Yunyi walked to the door, looked at his wife hanging on the door frame, and tears finally burst out.

Jinhai Station, Action Team Office.

Li Ya raised his eyebrows and looked coldly at Qi Qi Da Fu in front of him:

"Qi Da Fu."

"You are a local from Jinhai."

"When the Station Master arranged for me to leave Jinhai back then, you helped me."

"We are friends."

"I am a person who cherishes old feelings, so I kept you this time," Li Ya said.

Qi Qi Da Fu hurriedly nodded and bowed: "Thank you, Captain Li; you don't know, following that idiot Ma Kui was truly the worst luck of eight lifetimes; if it weren't for you, I would have packed up and rolled out."

"You are my reborn parent."

"Rest assured, from now on, you point, I strike; if I, Qi Qi Da Fu, frown, I'm a dog's son."

"As long as you know, tell me about Ma Kui's matter," Li Ya said.

"Ma Kui was just stupid."

"He went to investigate the Station Master and Mu Liancheng, and even said the Station Master leaked intelligence to Military Mediation Director Deng Ming."

"Finally, he was designed by Red Ticket Whether Zuo Lan, and Lu Qiaoshan caught him in the act."

"Then Qin Shuangcheng exposed his betrayal of the Military Statistics Bureau; even Director Mao didn't dare to protect him."

"But if you say he is Mount Emei, I wouldn't believe it even if I died," Qi Qi Da Fu frowned and shook his head.

"Stupid Ma Kui."

"What does that little matter between the Station Master and Mu Liancheng count for?"

"Now, which local station master doesn't knock some oil and water from traitors?"

"As long as the money circulates within the Party and State, there is no big problem."

"As for him leaking news to Deng Ming, that's even more impossible."

"The Station Master originally defected from the Red Ticket to join Boss Dai; he knows the rules of the Red Ticket side very well."

"Even if the Red Ticket is in its prime, he would rather go to Wandao or overseas than ever go back," Li Ya knew this teacher of his quite well.

"Then it's Yu Zecheng, Lu Qiaoshan, or Hong Zhiyou."

"There must be at least one Red Ticket in the station."

"Otherwise, the intelligence of the Sales Committee and Boss Dai couldn't have been leaked."

"Of course, I am more inclined toward Yu Zecheng."

"Section Chief Liu, Ma Kui, everyone who investigated him died."

"Moreover, he also has close contact with the businessman Yong Jianqiu, who sympathizes with the Red Ticket," Qi Qi Da Fu tilted his round head and said.

"Hmm."

"Don't say these words to outsiders again."

"I don't want you to have an accident, understand?" Li Ya said.

"Thank you, Captain Li; I guarantee to keep my mouth shut," Qi Qi Da Fu nodded.

"How did Section Chief Liu die?" Li Ya asked again.

"It is said he had collusion with the Central Statistics Bureau."

"Lao Wu interrogated him."

"He should know some inside story; it is said Section Chief Liu was privately released by the Station Master, went out to drink and got drunk, had a dispute with refugees, and was beaten to death," Qi Qi Da Fu said.

"Ma Lao Wu, I understand; you go," Li Ya bit his front teeth and inhaled, nodding.

"Okay, Captain Li."

Qi Qi Da Fu bowed respectfully and retreated.

Li Ya simply tidied up his emotions and shook his way to the Station Master's office with his hands in his pockets.

Seeing Wu Jingzhong and the two, Hong and Yu, eating fruit, he smiled and said:

"Station Master, am I disturbing you?"

"Li Ya, why be polite?"

"Quick, Southeast Asian fruit, come over and eat," Wu Jingzhong greeted politely.

"Captain Li, please sit down," Hong Zhiyou and Yu Zecheng hurriedly stood up to welcome him.

Li Ya didn't act like a stranger; he still had the basic skills on the surface.

Sitting there, telling everyone about the bitter things of reclaiming land and eating dirt in Yancheng was quite interesting.

After eating enough.

Hong Zhiyou distributed warm towels to the three of them to wash their faces and wipe their hands.

"Secretary Hong, distribute those fruits later."

"Especially Captain Li, take more."

"His life over there was bitter, lacking nutrition; eating more fruit is good," Wu Jingzhong finished wiping his hands, patted Li Ya on the shoulder, and said with great appreciation.

"Thank you, Teacher," Li Ya learned from Hong Zhiyou and followed suit.

Wu Jingzhong was stunned, then laughed with emotion: "Good, good."

"Our Jinhai Station has become the Lin Li Class again."

"Back then, I taught intelligence studies, rushing between the action class and the telecommunications class."

"At that time, you were all skinny little brats."

"Now in the blink of an eye, you have all become pillars of the country."

"I am very comforted."

"It's all because of Teacher's cultivation; otherwise, where would we be today?"

"Old classmate, don't you think so?" Li Ya laughed.

"Yes, yes, without Teacher's promotion, how could we be eating and drinking well here," Yu Zecheng also laughed.

"I am very curious."

"Secretary Hong is from the Sino-American class; why did you call him Teacher too?" Li Ya raised his eyebrows and looked at Hong Zhiyou.

"Ability makes a teacher."

"When I was in the special training class, the intelligence studies textbook I used was written by the Station Master."

"Calling him Teacher, isn't it a matter of course?"

Hong Zhiyou showed no sign of fawning in front of Li Ya.

"Hmm, that makes sense," Li Ya nodded, a flash of disdainful edge in his eyes.

As they were talking, he glanced at Wu Jingzhong.

Wu Jingzhong understood and said with his hands behind his back:

"You two, eat and drink well, then go work; you all go get busy."

"Yes!"

The two left very sensibly.

Li Ya stood at the door, and seeing the two go down the stairs, he closed the door and said vigilantly:

"Station Master, I have already controlled Zhou Yunyi."

"And cracked the Red Ticket radio call codebook."

"I plan to impersonate the Red Ticket radio tonight to call Yu Zecheng, saying that Yancheng No. 1 sent Mr. Dong to Jinhai to establish a liaison station and restore underground transportation work."

"If this Dong saved Yu Zecheng."

"Dong's own qualifications are also very old."

"An acquaintance, an old qualification coming to preside over the complex reconstruction work, fully meets the special needs of the Jinhai underground now."

"If Yu Zecheng is truly a Red Ticket, it will be very hard not to take the bait," Wu Jingzhong shook his head: "Hard to say, Yu Zecheng is very cautious."

"What about his call code?"

"Mount Emei!" Li Ya said.

"Mount Emei is Ma Kui."

"I personally tried the case, and Director Mao personally approved it; the evidence is conclusive," Wu Jingzhong knocked on the table with dissatisfaction.

"Yes."

"But code names can also be inherited."

"Mount Emei was relatively active in Shancheng before, and was even once thought to be Lu Zongfang."

"I have checked the radio monitoring records at headquarters."

"Not long after Yu Zecheng came to Jinhai, the code name Mount Emei became active again."

"This shows that it likely doesn't represent one person, but even a group."

"My meaning is, we can still try."

"Moreover, with the Red Ticket's code update speed, they might change it soon."

"Strike while the iron is hot; just tonight, we can't wait any longer," Li Ya answered very cleverly.

"Understood."

"You are still inclined to think Yu Zecheng is Mount Emei," Wu Jingzhong frowned and said.

"Maintaining suspicion at all times is an instinct that an intelligence officer must possess."

"This is what you taught us back then," Li Ya smiled faintly.

"I remind you."

"If you don't catch Yu Zecheng, your first shot at the station will be a dud, which will affect your prestige in the station."

"Also, the mountain heads in Jinhai are very complex."

"Besides the garrison and the Central Statistics Bureau, there are also remnants of the previous dynasty, Beiyang, and warlord eras; their roots are very deep; if you grab someone you shouldn't grab."

"It will be very troublesome then," Wu Jingzhong glanced at him, feeling somewhat unpleasant.

"In our line of work, who doesn't offend people?"

"Besides, even if I grab the wrong person, what can they do to me?"

Li Ya's side face tilted slightly upward, and the arrogance in his little eyes still couldn't be held back.

"Yes."

"You are my student, a disciple of Boss Dai."

"And a backbone of Jianfeng's Iron-Blooded Youth Corps."

"Leaning against a big tree is good for shade; who dares to touch you?" Wu Jingzhong looked at him and smiled meaningfully.

"Station Master, my biggest backer isn't you?" Li Ya realized he said the wrong thing and hurriedly laughed.

"Fine then."

"Since you are so confident, I can't stop your enthusiasm."

"Tell me, how do you want me to cooperate with you?" Wu Jingzhong saw that he even moved out Jianfeng, so he couldn't stall anymore.

"I know you are kind-hearted."

"Hong, Yu, and Lu are all your right-hand men; they are very familiar with each other."

"For the safety of intelligence."

"I hope to visit your home and pay respects to the teacher's wife," Li Ya said with a smile.

"You are afraid I will tip them off."

"You think too much; I'll put it here: whoever is a Red Ticket, I will execute them immediately," Wu Jingzhong stated his attitude.

"With those words from you, I am relieved."

"Station Master, why don't we skip the time and get off work now?" Li Ya was afraid that Yu and Hong would communicate frequently, so he proposed.

"Listen to you."

Wu Jingzhong knew he represented Jianfeng's will and dared not disobey; he patted his shoulder and stood up.

"Station Master, there is a meeting at the City Defense Bureau at 3 PM," Hong Zhiyou stood at the office door and reminded.

"Cancel it; just say I'm busy," Wu Jingzhong didn't look at him, put his hands behind his back with displeasure, and left with Li Ya.

Hong Zhiyou stood at the door, watching the two leave.

"Zhiyou, something is not right."

"The Station Master seems very angry," on the other side in the confidential room, Yu Zecheng revealed half his face and said in a low voice.

"Who knows."

"Anything up?"

"If not, let's play a game of chess," Hong Zhiyou said.

"It's work time now," Yu Zecheng said.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Li Ya and the Station Master are not here; just old Lu, he won't say anything," Hong Zhiyou laughed.

Occasionally making small mistakes and letting the Station Master catch a handle to criticize a few words was also an expedient measure.

Doing everything too perfectly.

A person who is watertight is easy to make people jealous and suspicious.

"What do you think Li Ya is doing?"

"He took the Station Master away so early, not even letting the meeting be held."

"Tell me, when has the Station Master ever been manipulated like this?" Yu Zecheng complained while playing chess.

"No way."

"Who let him bring the Shangfang Sword; Jianfeng is not comparable to Mao Renfeng."

"Can be stalled casually."

"The Station Master is someone who wants to do things," Hong Zhiyou shook his head.

According to the original drama, Li Ya's first shot in Jinhai was using Whether Zuo Lan to fish for Yu Zecheng.

Wu Jingzhong, who always got off work on time, stayed in the office until eight or nine in the evening.

Now Zhou Gendi had left Jinhai.

The plan to use Whether Zuo Lan definitely wouldn't work.

Li Ya "invited" the Station Master away, mostly to prevent the Station Master from leaking news.

He didn't restrict others in the station.

This showed that if there was a trap, it was very hard to guess.

What would it be?

Hong Zhiyou didn't know.

But he knew that as long as he stayed at home tonight and did nothing, he definitely wouldn't make a mistake.

"Hong Half-Immortal, calculate what they went to do?" Yu Zecheng asked somewhat uneasily.

"Do what?"

"Grab you," Hong Zhiyou laughed.

"Don't mess around," Yu Zecheng said.

"Not messing around; be careful yourself," Hong Zhiyou said.

As they were talking, Lu Qiaoshan knocked on the door and walked in: "Two, do you know?"

"Know what?" Hong Zhiyou asked.

"This Li Ya, just arrived and started making trouble in the action team."

"Not only did he overturn all the rules I set."

"He even kicked out all the people I arranged."

"You say this person's ability is truly great."

"Sitting in Jingling, he knows the personnel of the Jinhai Station like the back of his hand."

"The Station Master's people didn't move, but he specifically pointed at mine to cut."

"Everyone says Ma Kui has three eyes; I think he is a clairvoyant."

"Section Chief Lu, calm down; new official, three fires; you didn't see the Station Master was also taken away by him, not even letting the meeting be held?" Yu Zecheng advised with a smile.

If he didn't say it, it was fine; once he said it, Lu Qiaoshan became even more furious:

"You remind me."

"The Sky Net plan, deployment, negotiation, all were handled by me."

"Now that it's time to harvest the peaches, he kicked me out directly."

"Am I damn idle?"

"Oh my, this means, tsk tsk..."

Lu Qiaoshan shook his head and clicked his tongue as he said this.

"This is too much."

"Both are lieutenant colonels, you are still the senior brother, the action team he tosses is one thing, but the Sky Net plan is the hard work of you and the Station Master; this eating manner is a bit ugly," Yu Zecheng nodded and echoed.

"I guess he was sent by Jianfeng on a mission, in a rush to make contributions."

"The first shot, it has to be loud," Hong Zhiyou comforted.

"Yes."

"Captain Li still respects you; didn't he even send you roast duck?"

"You got two."

"Zhiyou and I got one each; he still understands the ranking in the station," Yu Zecheng put away the chess and took a sip of tea.

"Understand my ass."

"Who cares about his two roast ducks? They smell bad."

"Let him ring."

"I want to see what kind of name he can ring out; don't think he picked up some treasure; aren't they just those broken copper and iron of the Regional Committee? How many nails can they hit?" Lu Qiaoshan cursed with disdain.

Seeing the two were a bit stunned, he realized he had let something slip and hurriedly laughed:

"Don't talk about it."

"Came to you two to complain; I feel much more comfortable."

"From now on, the three of us must be united internally and not let the foreign monk occupy the temple."

"I have something to do, I'm leaving," Lu Qiaoshan patted Hong Zhiyou on the shoulder and walked away quickly.

"The Sky Net plan is related to the Regional Committee?" Yu Zecheng looked at Hong Zhiyou in surprise.

"Don't look at me; this half-immortal really can't calculate this," Hong Zhiyou said.

Night.

Yu Zecheng got off work and rushed home early.

"What's wrong? You look like your face isn't very good," Cuiping served the cold cucumber and handed a piece to Yu Zecheng.

Yu Zecheng turned his head and dodged.

"Cut, you're acting precious now," Cuiping rolled her eyes and crunched on one herself.

"A new action team captain came to the station."

"This person is harder to deal with than Ma Kui."

"And has Jianfeng as a backer; even the Station Master can't handle him," Yu Zecheng took off his glasses and rubbed his brow with exhaustion.

"Who is Jianfeng?" Cuiping hadn't heard of him.

"The Crown Prince of the Jiang family," Yu Zecheng said.

"Oh, it's him."

"That's quite troublesome; what did he come for? Is he targeting you?" Cuiping sat down and asked anxiously.

"Possibly."

"Jianfeng has great ambition and wants to do things."

"Fortunately, the Station Master destroyed those investigation reports and intelligence on Liu Xiong and Li Ping."

"Next, as long as we absolutely don't make mistakes and let him grab a handle."

"Otherwise, it will be very troublesome," Yu Zecheng nodded and said.

"Understood."

"The struggle situation is becoming more and more complex."

"I went to the Station Master's wife's house today; Sister Mei said she is about to become a grandmother; the little grandson seems to be Hong Zhiyou's seed."

"In that case, isn't Hong Zhiyou part of the Station Master's family?"

"With him protecting us, Li Ya shouldn't be able to make any tricks, right?" Cuiping whispered.

"Can't think like that."

"Secretary Hong has his difficulties."

"And he has too many affairs; who knows if he will have children with other women in the future? Not to mention not being married, even if he were married, the Station Master couldn't truly become a family with him."

"He doesn't want the treasures he grabbed to be shared with someone else's child in the future," Yu Zecheng said.

"By the way, he took the Station Master and left early today."

"Don't know what name he's playing."

"Don't go to the Military Family Association to learn dancing tonight; just stay at home," he reminded after a pause.

"Good."

"Let's hide for a few days and wait until we uncover what medicine he is selling in his gourd," Cuiping nodded and said.

After eating.

Cuiping was busy scrubbing the clothes they had changed.

Yu Zecheng was reading the newspaper on the side.

"How did you get to know that Whether Zuo Lan?" While washing clothes, Cuiping asked.

"Just the transportation station, contacted by radio."

"After Manager Qiu left, intelligence couldn't be sent out."

"Could only use the secret radio of the Military Mediation," Yu Zecheng answered calmly.

"But I saw the look in her eyes when she looked at you; it seemed quite familiar, a bit like how Qiaozhi in our village looks at her man; it's not quite right," Cuiping glanced at him and said.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Are you not enthusiastic or concerned about comrades in your own organization?"

"Don't you have feelings when you look at Little Wuzi?" Yu Zecheng asked with a guilty conscience, relying on his slightly better reading.

"Seems so," Cuiping pondered for a while, not tasting anything.

She shook her head, and as if remembering something:

"The hair on you when you came back last time seemed to be the same thickness as hers."

"And the smell on your clothes."

"It's also very similar to her smell."

"Good, you two didn't really hook up under the guise of intelligence, did you?"

"Are there no men in Yancheng?"

"Why run to Jinhai to hook up with someone else's man!"

"Truly shameless!"

"Fox spirit."

"It's a pity she still has the face to be a Military Mediation representative," Cuiping instantly realized and cursed loudly.

"Cuiping, you think too much," Yu Zecheng wanted to tell her about his relationship with Whether Zuo Lan.

But on second thought, he felt there was no need.

Let her scold.

Anyway, it wouldn't peel skin or flesh.

Cuiping scolded for a while, and her anger gradually dissipated.

"Sorry."

"When Political Commissar Yuan came, he gave instructions; if you like other women, have other women, I can't really make a scene," after washing and returning upstairs, she sat on the bed, holding her knees and said wilted.

"It's getting late, go to sleep," Yu Zecheng looked at his watch and sat down by the radio.

After tuning the radio.

A friendly and powerful female voice from the organization came through:

"Mount Taixing calling Windmill."

"Mount Taixing calling Windmill."

"0326, 1578."

Yu Zecheng took out a pen and quickly recorded it.

Cuiping got up and made him a cup of coffee, placed it on the table, and frowned:

"This person reads too fast; can you remember it?"

"I can remember it; this is a required course for secret agents," Yu Zecheng closed his fountain pen after recording.

"Hey, I'm truly a useless person; I can't do any of this," Cuiping was somewhat disappointed; she truly couldn't do this kind of brain work.

"Who says so?"

"You killed Ke Chengwu for Hong Zhiyou last time, solidifying our backer; this is a great achievement."

"And your marksmanship; these are all things I'm not as good as you at," Yu Zecheng smiled and comforted her.

As he spoke, he flipped out the dark red-covered "Dream Butterfly" from the desk and began to translate the telegram.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 153 =====

"Seems like it." Cuiping pondered for a moment, not catching the drift.

Shaking her head, she seemed to remember something else:

"The hair on you when you came back last time seemed to be the same thickness as hers.

"And the scent on your clothes.

"It's very similar to her smell too.

"Very well, you two wouldn't be using intelligence work as an excuse to really get together, would you?

"Are there no men in Yancheng?

"You have to run all the way to Jinhai City to hook up with someone else's man!

"Truly shameless!

"Vixen.

"And to think she has the face to be a military mediation representative."

Cuiping realized it in an instant and began to curse loudly.

"Cuiping, you're overthinking it." Yu Zecheng had intended to tell her about his relationship with Whether Zuo Lan.

But on second thought, he felt there was no need.

Let her curse if she wants to.

It doesn't cost any skin or flesh anyway.

After cursing for a while, Cuiping's anger indeed gradually subsided.

"Sorry.

"When Political Commissar Yuan came, he gave instructions; if you like other women, or have other women, I can't really make a scene." After washing up, she returned upstairs, sat on the bed, hugged her knees, and said listlessly.

"It's getting late, go to sleep." Yu Zecheng glanced at his watch and sat down by the radio.

Once the radio was tuned.

A kind yet powerful female voice from the organization came through:

"Mount Taixing calling Windmill.

"Mount Taixing calling Windmill.

"0326, 1578.

……

Yu Zecheng took out a pen and quickly began to record.

Cuiping got up, made him a cup of coffee, placed it on the table, and frowned while saying:

"This person is reading too fast, can you remember it?"

"I can remember it; this is a required course for agents." Yu Zecheng finished recording and closed his fountain pen.

"Sigh, I really am a useless person, I can't do anything." Cuiping felt a bit disappointed; she really couldn't handle this kind of mental work.

"Who says so?

"You killed Ke Chengwu for Hong Zhiyou last time and solidified a backer for our home; that is a great achievement.

"And your marksmanship, these are all things I'm not as good at as you."

Yu Zecheng smiled and comforted her.

As he spoke, he took out the dark red-covered "Dream Butterfly" from the desk and began to translate the telegram.

……

(End of chapter)