Chapter 339

The next morning.

Caoshan, Bashengyuan, Political Action Committee Hall.

All those in attendance were veteran figures of the intelligence system and station chiefs of the Confidentiality Bureau from various places.

Tang Zong, Zheng Jiemin, Mao Renfeng.

Unlike in the past, Jiang Jianfeng, who had never had any real power, was sitting to the left of Tang Zong, who was sitting in the center as the Supervisory Director.

Mao Renfeng was to the right of Tang Zong.

Zheng Jiemin was to the left of Jiang Jianfeng.

Hong Zhiyou sat in the lower ranks with Wu Jingzhong.

By rank, Hong Zhiyou wasn't qualified, but he also held the position of Secretary of the Jinmen Military Aid Committee and was Jiang Jianfeng's man, so he barely counted as being able to take a seat.

Like Yu Zecheng, he wasn't qualified.

The people below were all sharp; one look at the seating arrangement and they knew that the intelligence system, which had always been an idle position and long monitored by Mao Renfeng, was finally going to be taken over by Jiang Jianfeng.

Similarly, the status of Zheng Jiemin, who had always been valued by the Chairman in the past, was being marginalized.

The theme of the meeting was still the re-investigation of the Red Party's underground forces.

As the meeting drew to a close, Tang Zong adjusted his glasses and started by saying:

"Everyone, there are many military and civilians retreating to the island from various places, and many old people from our intelligence system have also come over, such as Mao Sen, Wu Jingzhong, etc."

"Now is the time to use people, especially our intelligence line, which needs experienced old hands."

"Comrade Jiang Jianfeng, Director Mao, Deputy Chief Zheng, what do you think?"

"I agree." Zheng Jiemin nodded.

Zheng Jiemin was very clear about his position.

That was to come with Tang Zong to lift the sedan chair for Jiang Jianfeng and help the Crown Prince ascend to the throne.

"I agree." Jiang Jianfeng crossed his arms and readily agreed.

"Director Mao?" Tang Zong looked at Mao Renfeng.

Everyone held their breath.

Mao Renfeng, relying on the Madam as his backer, had been fighting with Jiang Jianfeng for more than a day or two.

Don't look at the fact that a Political Action Committee had been set up.

The people who did the work were still in Mao Renfeng's hands.

If he didn't nod, it would still be in vain.

"I agree."

"Three of you, Mao proposes that Wu Jingzhong serve as the Station Chief of the Wanbei Station of the Confidentiality Bureau."

Mao Renfeng picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said unhurriedly.

"Wanbei Station Chief!"

The whole room was in an uproar.

Wanbei is the political center and lifeline of the island, and the Wanbei Station can be said to be the most important of the Confidentiality Bureau.

The key is that the current Station Chief is Lin Dingli.

Lin Dingli is a native of Wandao, made great contributions during the Anti-Japanese War, and has long been active in Xiamen, Fuzhou, and Wandao. He is a good friend of the local gang and the highest commander of the Security Command, Peng Mengji.

What about Wu Jingzhong?

Although Jiang Jianfeng vouched for him, saying he came to Jingling to report, who inside doesn't know they fled before the battle and have a poor reputation?

It's a good thing they weren't punished.

An outsider from Jinmen comes up and takes the position of a local key official.

Mao Renfeng is clearly giving Jiang Jianfeng a difficult problem.

Wu Jingzhong sat below, facing countless gazes, cold sweat breaking out on his back.

He just wanted to lie flat and leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

To be put on the fire to roast as soon as he arrived, who could stand this?

"Director Mao's proposal is good; I think it can be submitted to the Chairman." Jiang Jianfeng smiled and agreed readily.

"Good, then it's settled." Mao Renfeng smiled.

After the meeting.

Wu Jingzhong was summoned into the Supervision Office, where Jiang Jianfeng was looking at a counterattack map.

"Jingzhong."

"The current situation is very tense."

"The war on the mainland is collapsing again and again, with only a few forces like Hu Zongnan's struggling to support in the Shaanxi-Sichuan area."

"As for the Red Party, they are very active on the island."

"They actually stuffed their newspaper into the Shilin Official Residence."

"This is a naked provocation."

"Too rampant, too self-righteous."

"With the lessons from the mainland, we must build the intelligence line into an airtight iron bucket; this concerns our life and death."

"Therefore, we must have the fighting awareness of 'better to kill three thousand by mistake than to leave one behind,' never letting a single Red Party member hide on Wandao, and completely destroying the soil for their survival."

"Old classmate, you understand my intentions, right?"

Jiang Jianfeng turned his head, his face full of murderous intent.

"Director, Jingzhong is willing to spare no effort and serve to the death."

"It's just that I'm new here, and Station Chief Lin has been working here for a long time and is quite familiar with the place and the personnel. Jingzhong is untalented and is afraid he can't bear this heavy burden." Wu Jingzhong said, biting the bullet.

"How could I not know Mao Renfeng's little thoughts?"

"Lin Dingli, Peng Mengji, and Chen Cheng have been operating on the island for a long time, and my father is still out of office and is a defeated commander."

"I'm just afraid that some people can't withstand the instigation of the Americans and want to wear the yellow robe and take the top spot."

"Since Mao Renfeng wants to borrow a knife to kill, you should also follow the plan."

"Take down Lin Dingli, sit firmly in the position of Wanbei Station Chief, and give Mao Renfeng a big slap in the face."

"You are an old man of the Military Statistics; this shouldn't be a difficult task for you, right?"

Jiang Jianfeng asked with a deep laugh.

Damn!

Lin Dingli has a background in local old gangs.

If he gets annoyed, he'll definitely shoot from the shadows.

Wanting to fish in troubled waters, why is it so difficult?

Wu Jingzhong really wanted to refuse the appointment.

But seeing the cold, piercing chill in Jiang Jianfeng's eyes, he could only bite the bullet, pull himself together, straighten his body: "Jingzhong accepts the order!"

"Jingzhong, go ahead and do it; if the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you."

"That Yu Zecheng, who assassinated Li Haifeng alone during the war and is an elite in telecommunications, I think his professional ability is very solid; you can let him serve as the Intelligence Division Chief of the Wanbei Station."

"By the way."

"Some time ago, Gu Zhengwen, the leader of the Confidentiality Bureau's investigation team, tracked the clues of 'Guangming Daily' and arrested several students who were distributing newspapers, touching upon some intelligence."

"As a new official, solving this case will definitely be a great achievement."

"Consider this fire lit."

Jiang Jianfeng handed him a piece of secret intelligence.

Looking at her red-rimmed eyes, Liao Sanmin sighed silently in his heart.

As he spoke, he frowned, his face full of pain: "Director, I, I want to relieve myself first..."

"Go ahead." Jiang Jianfeng couldn't help but frown and wave his hand.

Leaving Bashengyuan.

Wu Jingzhong was already covered in cold sweat.

Getting into the car.

Yu Zecheng asked while driving: "Teacher, is it arranged?"

"Arranged."

"Wanbei Station Chief, you are the Intelligence Division Chief, and Zhiyou is still the secretary." Wu Jingzhong said.

"Wanbei Station, this is a bitter job."

Hong Zhiyou on the side sucked in a breath.

"Wanbei Station is right under the nose of the Confidentiality Bureau. Now Gu Zhengwen's investigation team and Ye Xiangzhi's Second Division have a large number of agents who get things done."

"Wanbei Station looks like it has great power, but in reality, it's a life of doing bitter work and taking the blame."

"If the bureau headquarters doesn't do a job well, they will inevitably push the responsibility onto us."

Hong Zhiyou continued.

"Jiang Jianfeng's meaning is to reduce the power of the long-standing faction to ensure that the Old Man's status will not be threatened."

"In my opinion, it's still about beating the grass to scare the snake."

"The main goal is still Chen Cheng!"

"Now that this first baton has been handed to us, the road is long and the burden is heavy."

"If we don't take down Lin Dingli, I'm afraid we won't be able to leave Wandao."

Wu Jingzhong sighed.

"Lin Dingli, this is an old hand who once lurked in the Special Higher Police Division during the Japanese occupation, and he is very familiar with local gangs and the Security Command."

"Jiang Jianfeng has given the teacher a difficult problem."

Yu Zecheng blinked his eyes and said.

He felt a faint sense of excitement in his heart at this moment.

Wanbei Station is one of the intelligence hubs. With the support of Jiang Jianfeng, the station, and Zhiyou's three-way intelligence, and serving as the Intelligence Division Chief himself, he has plenty of opportunities to come into contact with core intelligence.

I don't know when the comrade sent by the organization to make contact will arrive.

Yu Zecheng's blood was secretly boiling, and he couldn't wait to start his new lurking work.

"Lin Dingli?"

Hong Zhiyou stroked his chin and began to think.

Immediately, he smiled lightly: "Teacher, don't worry, it doesn't take much effort to take this person down."

"If he is sensible, that's fine; if he isn't, he can be carried away within a few months."

"However, when we get to the station later, it's necessary for the teacher to confront Lin Dingli, so I can make the next move."

"Fighting with a local snake as soon as we meet, won't that be too extreme?" Yu Zecheng looked in the rearview mirror and asked.

"Isn't this exactly what Jiang Jianfeng wants to see?"

"Besides, bringing the conflict into the open is far more satisfying than being polite on the surface and shooting from the shadows in secret."

Hong Zhiyou said with confidence.

"That's true." Yu Zecheng pondered a little and felt it made sense.

Wanbei Chongqing West Road, Yahe Japanese Restaurant.

In the private room.

Several people sat on the floor drinking sake.

Sitting at the head was none other than Wanbei Station Chief Lin Dingli.

On the left was the Action Team Captain Wang Kun, who had followed him for many years.

The other two, thin and gaunt, wearing black Tang suits and sporting thick mustaches, were called Lin Zigun.

The other, slightly chubby, was called Luo Youzhang.

Both were famous big figures in the gangs around Wanbei.

"Old Lin, Wu Jingzhong took your position as soon as he arrived; the situation is not looking good. Do you want to find someone to kill him?" Lin Zigun drank some sake and said coldly.

"Third Brother, no need to rush."

"This person is a classmate of Jiang Jianfeng, and his son-in-law once fought tigers in Shanghai with Jiang Jianfeng and is also very close to Miss Kong Er; his backer is very strong." The slightly chubby Luo Youzhang was more experienced.

"What are you afraid of?"

"This is Wanbei; even if the King of Heaven comes, he has to coil up for me."

"So what if it's Jiang Jianfeng? If I get annoyed, I'll still shoot him."

Lin Zigun slapped the table and said angrily.

"Shh!"

"Third Brother, do you want to kill us?"

"Now the Jiang father and son want to engage in dictatorship, and they are high-pressure shuffling and catching spies and bandits; they would rather kill by mistake than let one go."

"If someone hears this, it will cost you your head."

Luo Youzhang hurriedly stopped him.

"No need to rush."

"Let's see how Wu performs first; if he's sensible, it's naturally easy to talk."

"If he isn't sensible, it won't be too late to deal with him then."

Lin Dingli held his wine glass to his lips, smiled coldly, and then drank it in one gulp.

"That's right."

"As long as I, the Action Team Captain, am still here, he is just a clay bodhisattva."

"Don't forget."

"Mao Renfeng hates Wu Jingzhong even more than we do."

"There are plenty of people to deal with him."

The cold and taciturn Wang Kun interjected.

Just as they were talking, a clerk walked in and whispered two sentences into Lin Dingli's ear.

"Everyone, Wu Jingzhong has already arrived at the station and is waiting for me to hand over."

"I'll go a step ahead."

"By the way, Third Brother, the new batch of grain will arrive at Keelung Port in the next two days; remember to go and transport it over."

"Remember to hold onto it first; don't be in a hurry to sell."

"A large batch of defeated troops from Yunnan and Hainan will arrive on the island in a few days."

"When there are many people, grain will be tight."

"By then, the price can double again."

Lin Dingli stood up and gave instructions.

He was originally good at economics and was entrusted with heavy responsibilities by Dai Li, secretly accepting counterfeit money from the Shancheng side to engage in sabotage in the Japanese-occupied areas.

He knew this market stuff too well.

"Got it, be careful." Lin Zigun nodded.

Back at the station.

Lin Dingli and Wang Kun walked quickly toward the office under the strange gazes of a crowd of former subordinates.

At the office door.

A team of people was going in and out, moving things around.

The chair and desk he used to sit in, as well as his teacup, documents, etc., were all piled up casually in the hallway.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Kun rushed over, grabbed the collar of the General Affairs Section Chief Wang Cheng, and roared.

"Captain Wang, this is Station Chief Wu's instruction." Wang Cheng said with a face full of fear.

At this time, Wu Jingzhong and Hong Zhiyou walked over with their hands behind their backs.

"Where did this Station Chief Wu come from?"

"There is only one Station Chief in Wanbei, and that is Station Chief Lin."

Wang Kun deliberately raised his voice, roaring and challenging.

"Who is making noise here?" Wu Jingzhong walked closer and scolded righteously.

"Wanbei Station Action Team Captain Wang Kun." Wang Kun glared.

"You are Wang Kun, then this must be Station Chief Lin."

"Sorry, my eyes are clumsy."

"Station Chief Lin's photo is thinner and looks different from the person himself, so I didn't recognize him for a moment." Wu Jingzhong smiled.

"Station Chief Wu, aren't you being too impatient to come here, not even leaving me time to clear out the office?"

Lin Dingli sneered.

Wu Jingzhong said helplessly: "Little brother, I have no choice; the people above are urging me, so please bear with it."

"These chairs and tables haven't been bought for long; Station Chief Wu can keep them." Lin Dingli said again.

"I don't deserve a reward without merit."

"If he can't hold it, he and Bai Chongxi's Guangxi clique will be completely annihilated.

"Besides, Wu is not used to using other people's things."

"Someone, load them onto the car and send them to the newspaper office for Director Lin."

Wu Jingzhong smiled slightly, waved his hand, and shouted.

Lin Dingli actually also held the position of person in charge of the Security Command's special task force, but Wu Jingzhong didn't mention it at all, only mentioning his other new position as Director of the 'Quanmin Daily' Management Office.

"Yes!"

Immediately, someone stepped forward, lifted the table and chairs, and moved them out.

"You..." Wang Kun was so angry he almost exploded, his hand subconsciously reaching for the pistol at his waist.

Wu Jingzhong didn't even blink, staring at them with full momentum.

Lin Dingli's cheeks trembled, and he raised his hand to stop Wang Kun:

"Station Chief Wu is worthy of being from Jinmen; your style is really big."

"Fine."

"Wanbei is a place where dragons and snakes are mixed; Lin wishes Station Chief Wu health and longevity."

Lin Dingli smiled coldly and turned to leave.

"I also wish you a bright future, little brother."

"Captain Wang, send Director Lin off for me."

Wu Jingzhong smiled and looked at Wang Kun.

"You!"

Wang Kun glared, his body numb.

Send him off?

If he followed Wu Jingzhong's order, he would lose face in front of so many people.

Not send him off?

Then he would be letting down his old leader.

In the end, he gritted his teeth, glared coldly at Wu Jingzhong, and chased after him quickly.

"Brother Ding, this Wu Jingzhong fellow came to Wanbei and started fighting with Big Brother as soon as he arrived; didn't he ask around to see if you are someone to be trifled with?"

"Crazy, too crazy."

"Must get him!"

Wang Kun chased after him and cursed loudly.

"Alright."

"Dealing with him is a matter of time; you are the hands of the Wanbei Station."

"As long as you don't move, or move randomly, Wu Jingzhong won't be able to get anything done."

"By then, Mao Renfeng will naturally find trouble for him."

"If you really want to vent your anger for me, just do your job well."

Lin Dingli took a slight breath, patted his shoulder, looked at the window of the Station Chief's office for a few seconds, and then dived into the car and left.

Wu Jingzhong stood at the window watching Lin Dingli leave, a cold sneer appearing on the corner of his mouth:

"He still has some depth."

"Zecheng, convene a full station meeting; except for those on field duty, everyone including the cleaners must attend."

Wu Jingzhong waved his hand and gave instructions.

"The Station Chief is still the Station Chief." Yu Zecheng and Hong Zhiyou followed him toward the conference room.

"That's right."

"If the teacher really wants to play, ten Lin Dinglis wouldn't be enough for him to play with." Hong Zhiyou smiled.

Old Wu is not just skilled in human relationships.

His sophistication and the momentum honed in officialdom are absolutely not something ordinary people can compare to.

Let alone the Wanbei Station.

Even if he replaced Mao Renfeng to take charge of the Confidentiality Bureau, he would be more than capable.

In the final analysis, he just doesn't look at this small patch of land on Wandao.

Furthermore, with prostatitis, high blood pressure, and being held back by Lele, he has the intention to lie flat and retire.

Arriving at the conference room.

Looking at the sea of over a hundred people below, Wu Jingzhong swept a cold look around and said:

"Everyone, from today on, I am at the helm of the Wanbei Station."

"You may not be familiar with me."

"This is not important, and I don't need you to be familiar with me."

"The Confidentiality Bureau used to be called the Military Statistics, and its staff's ranking also followed the military system. Strictly speaking, everyone here is a soldier."

"Since you are soldiers, you should take obedience to orders as your sacred duty."

"I don't care what rules others have."

"I don't care how much merit you have made in the past."

"From today on, this Station Chief's orders must be carried out; whoever has an opinion, or doesn't want to do it."

"Submit your resignation immediately, and I will approve it on the spot."

"Let's start with the Action Team; Captain Wang, you express your position first."

Wu Jingzhong was not afraid of, nor did he indulge, this old Military Statistics man who had once assassinated Ze Zhongxin; he pointed directly at him.

Wang Kun's face sank, and his hands under the conference table made a crackling sound.

"If you don't want to work, you can leave; there are plenty of vacancies in newspaper offices, prisons, and the Security Command." Wu Jingzhong reminded him with a smile.

"I, I will stay." Wang Kun spat out the cold words through his teeth.

"Very good."

"Who else wants to leave?" Wu Jingzhong asked.

Wang Kun didn't leave, and others wanted to leave even less.

In this day and age, prices have skyrocketed, and staying in the Confidentiality Bureau at least allows one to get a meal.

"Very good."

"Since you are all willing to stay, let's work together."

"I announce that starting this month, the performance bonuses of the Wanbei Station will be doubled. For each department that meets the monthly assessment standards and has outstanding business, each staff member will be rewarded with an additional 100 catties of rice and 10 catties of tea oil."

"Listen carefully."

"In any department, if there is a single rat dropping, whoever ruins the pot will be punished accordingly, and their monthly bonus treatment will be canceled."

"Anyone who fails the assessment three times will be cleared out of the Wanbei Station."

"I'll say it again."

"Those who want to work can stay, and I won't treat you badly."

"Those who want to act in defiance and play little tricks with me, get out as soon as possible."

"Meeting adjourned!"

Wu Jingzhong's meeting was still simple and efficient; after speaking, he slapped the table and got up to leave.

The people below were stunned for a moment.

Immediately, they swarmed back to their respective posts to work.

Not to mention the salary.

100 catties of rice and 10 catties of tea oil, at a time when prices were skyrocketing, was a real "super profit."

Who cares who they work for.

Old Wu's treatment was much better than Lin Dingli's.

Wang Kun sat in the empty conference room, feeling a sense of desolation in his heart.

Damn?

When people go, the tea gets cold.

This is too realistic.

"Wu Jingzhong, as long as the Action Team is in my hands, don't even think about playing any tricks." Wang Kun gritted his teeth secretly.

Bashengyuan.

Wan An walked into the office and reported the situation at the Wanbei Station truthfully.

Jiang Jianfeng's eyebrows relaxed and he smiled:

"My old classmate still has some skills."

"Urge Wu Jingzhong to solve the 'Guangming Daily' case as soon as possible."

A few days later.

With a mix of kindness and severity, Wu Jingzhong basically smoothed out the station's affairs.

With the arrival of Xiao Guohua and his nephew, several trusted security section staff, and Sun Xing, the Wanbei Station got on the right track.

Morning.

Wu Jingzhong finished his breakfast and began to study the data and documents. After reading them, he handed the intelligence to Yu Zecheng:

"Zecheng, this is the intelligence Jiang Jianfeng gave me last time."

"Three months ago, someone was distributing 'Guangming Daily' at Taiwan University. The Chairman held a meeting at Caoshan himself and named the need to solve this case."

"Gu Zhengwen arrested several students at the time, and after investigation, the Keelung Middle School Principal Zhong Yun is highly suspected."

"This matter should have been supervised long ago."

"Jiang Jianfeng dragged it until today just to let us take the lead and make a contribution."

"If this shot is fired."

"You and I will be firmly established on Wandao in the future."

"If it doesn't fire..."

Wu Jingzhong didn't continue.

"What does the teacher mean?" Yu Zecheng asked.

"It must fire, but it must not fire!" Wu Jingzhong raised his index finger and said solemnly.

(End of chapter)