Chapter 354

Secret Service.

Qin Qin Shuangcheng took the interrogation results and walked into Mao Mao Renfeng's office:

"Director, he confessed."

"Quick, quick!" Mao Mao Renfeng beckoned.

Qin Qin Shuangcheng handed him a piece of paper with an address written on it: No. 26 Quanzhou Road, Wanbei City.

"Chen Da confessed that Old Zheng is indeed their person in charge."

"Director, this is a big fish."

He hurriedly claimed credit.

"Well done, you go down first," Mao Mao Renfeng waved his hand.

After Qin Qin Shuangcheng retreated, Mao Mao Wanli said with a joyful face: "Big Brother, we can execute the plan."

"We once wiped out a Red nest on Shida West Road."

"I'll go arrange for someone to 'sell' it to Hong Hong Zhiyou."

Mao Mao Renfeng waved his hand, temporarily changing the plan: "No! That won't achieve the effect of hitting Jiang Jianfeng."

"Doesn't he revere Hong Hong Zhiyou as a sharp sword?"

"How about this, you pick a small fish."

"Let Chen Da sell it to Hong Hong Zhiyou."

"When they discover that after squatting for half a day, they only caught a small fry, while we caught Old Zheng, let's see where his Data Group can put its face."

"Understood, I'll go find Chen Da right now," Mao Mao Wanli accepted the order happily.

Arriving at the interrogation room.

Chen Da was covered in blood, and a thick layer of white ants was crawling all over him. Even though Mao Mao Wanli was usually cruel, he still felt goosebumps all over his body at this scene.

"Chen Da, you've already confessed Old Zheng's address."

"Selling one is selling."

"Why not be thorough?"

"Working underground, even if we let you go back, you won't be reused in this lifetime."

"Your faith will only bring you suspicion, poverty, and pain."

"Defect to us, and not only can you avoid physical suffering, I can also arrange an official position, a house, and introduce you to beautiful female clerks in the Secret Service."

"How about it?"

Mao Mao Wanli offered the conditions.

Chen Da's endurance had reached its limit.

Especially since he had already given up the address, the discipline he had strictly guarded was like a floodgate that had been opened, impossible to block anymore.

His teeth chattered violently, and he said tremblingly: "I, I will cooperate."

"Good."

"Old Qin, clean him up," Mao Mao Wanli ordered.

Soon, Qin Qin Shuangcheng brought a bucket of gasoline, and after some washing and scraping, the ants were removed.

The shocking wounds all over Chen Da's body were now red and swollen from the erosion and gnawing of the ants, especially some muscle textures that were filled with pus and blisters, which was simply too horrible to look at.

"Tsk tsk."

"You people are just stubborn; you'll surrender sooner or later, why suffer this ordeal?" Mao Mao Wanli laughed, clicking his tongue.

Chen Da lowered his head and said nothing.

"Remember this address well. Later, a Chief from the Data Group will come to interrogate you."

"You just report this to him, understand?"

Mao Mao Wanli instructed.

"Understood," Chen Da nodded dejectedly.

Hong Hong Zhiyou walked into the Secret Service building.

Mao Mao Renfeng personally led the division chiefs of the Secret Service to welcome him in the lobby.

"Oh my, Hong Zhiyou is truly young and promising."

"I originally thought Shen Zui was promoted fast enough."

"I didn't expect there to be such an able official as you, brother, in the world. Admirable, admirable."

"From today on, we are of equal rank, so I should call you Major General Hong, Chief Hong."

Mao Mao Renfeng's slightly chubby face wore an incomparably intimate smile, as if the two were old friends of many years.

"Director Mao, you flatter me."

"Hong Zhiyou just had a bit of good luck; please give me more guidance in the future," Hong Hong Zhiyou said politely.

"Being able to get a meal from the Generalissimo is something many people dream of."

"This isn't just good luck."

"It's simply a sign of great imperial favor."

"Jiang Jianfeng and the Ministry of National Defense have already greeted me, knowing you were coming to station here, so I had people work overnight to urgently clear out the entire third floor for you. Chief Hong can arrange it as you see fit," Mao Mao Renfeng said while walking.

"Good."

"Thank you, Director Mao," Hong Hong Zhiyou laughed.

"Hey, why be so polite?"

"We are all working for the Party-State, so we should be of one heart and one mind," Mao Mao Renfeng said with a squinting smile.

"By the way, I have a meeting at the Ministry of National Defense."

"Arrange it yourself; if you need help, just go directly to Section Chief Ye."

As he said this, he looked at Ye Ye Xiangzhi, blinked slightly, and ordered righteously:

"Section Chief Ye, the matter of taking care of Chief Hong is handed to you; you must not be negligent."

"Director, rest assured," Ye Ye Xiangzhi's eyes tightened, and he accepted the order in a deep voice.

"Chief Hong, then I will take my leave first," Mao Mao Renfeng said, and he walked away arrogantly with his group, hands behind his back.

"Brother Ye, please."

Hong Hong Zhiyou raised his hand.

Ye Ye Xiangzhi kept a poker face and followed Hong Hong Zhiyou to the third floor without showing any emotion.

Seeing that there were no outsiders around, he breathed a sigh of relief, squeezed his cheeks where the muscles were sore from tension, and said:

"Finally, I don't have to pretend."

"Brother, congratulations. I've been a field officer for so many years, and you came to Wandao for a few months and successfully made a triple jump from Major to General, becoming a general officer, which is more than I've achieved in a lifetime."

Ye Ye Xiangzhi laughed with an envious look.

"Brother Ye, do you think it's because of my good luck or my actual ability?" Hong Hong Zhiyou pushed open the door of an office, and dust rushed into his face.

This Mao Mao Renfeng was full of lies; the third floor hadn't been used at all.

Who knew how many years of dust had settled on this floor.

"Of course, it's actual ability," Ye Ye Xiangzhi flattered.

"Ability?"

"Do you believe that?"

"I'm just a businessman. In terms of professional ability, you are one of the four ace assassins of the Military Statistics Bureau, and you've achieved far more merit than I have."

"The reason I was promoted was never because of my skills."

"But... because I followed the right person!"

Hong Hong Zhiyou walked to the largest office at the end of the corridor and pushed open the door.

Ye Ye Xiangzhi's heart stirred, "Please enlighten me, brother."

"From the first moment I saw you in Jingling, I knew we could become friends."

"There are many people in the Military Statistics Bureau with ability like yours."

"But most of them don't understand politics."

"Brother, who can't see now that the Generalissimo can't wait to help Jiang Jianfeng ascend to the top?"

"First it was the Data Group."

"In a while, it will be the Director of the General Political Department of the Ministry of National Defense."

"Mao Mao Renfeng is still fantasizing about competing with Jiang Jianfeng for the intelligence system; isn't this like throwing an egg against a rock?"

"I'm telling you this because I find you agreeable, Brother Ye."

"Don't blame your brother for not reminding you if your head falls off one day."

Hong Hong Zhiyou opened the window and laughed coldly.

"Brother Hong, teach me," Ye Ye Xiangzhi looked around, his face changing drastically.

"Only by following Comrade Jiang Jianfeng is your only way out in the future," Hong Hong Zhiyou said.

"To tell you the truth, I also know that following the smiling tiger to the end won't lead to any good results, but I don't have the connections," Ye Ye Xiangzhi said helplessly.

"Didn't I just come?"

"Jiang Jianfeng appreciates you very much. If you are willing, from today on, you are a member of the Data Group," Hong Hong Zhiyou said.

"Great, I'll go report later," Ye Ye Xiangzhi was overjoyed.

Water flows to lower ground, and people move to higher ground.

If he could join the Data Group, would he still need to look at Mao Mao Renfeng's face?

"No rush."

"You work with me first."

"Your task is to lurk, stay by Mao Mao Renfeng's side, steal core secrets, and secretly assist me," Hong Hong Zhiyou said.

"Good."

"How should I behave? Mao Mao Renfeng is good at psychology and reading people; I'm afraid I won't be able to hide it from him," Ye Ye Xiangzhi said in a low voice.

"You don't have to do anything."

"You don't need to appear hateful toward me, nor do you need to be too cooperative."

"Just be in a normal state, like how you treat ordinary people."

Hong Hong Zhiyou said.

"Understood," Ye Ye Xiangzhi nodded.

"Find some people to clean up the third floor; my people will be working here from now on."

Hong Hong Zhiyou gave an order and left.

As soon as he left, Ye Ye Xiangzhi turned and went to Mao Mao Renfeng's office.

"How is it? Did Hong Hong Zhiyou go to the interrogation room?" Mao Mao Renfeng asked.

"No, he went home, saying that since he finally got a vacation, he wanted to take a good rest for a day."

"However, the cleaners I arranged are already in place and have started cleaning."

"Also, I've had people prepare wiretaps; once the room is cleaned, I'll have them installed."

Ye Ye Xiangzhi said.

"He didn't go to the interrogation room?"

"This kid really doesn't play by the rules," Mao Mao Renfeng rubbed his chin, feeling a bit unable to see through him.

"Director, forget it. If he gets annoying, I'll find someone to strap a bomb under his car. Anyway, the Dazhu Gang has a grudge against him, so we can just blame it on the gang leaders," Ye Ye Xiangzhi said viciously.

"Don't be impulsive."

"Hong Hong Zhiyou is the old man's favorite now; if you touch him, it will cause big problems," Mao Mao Renfeng patted his shoulder, feeling relieved.

Gu Gu Zhengwen and Ye Ye Xiangzhi were among the few remaining ace cards in the intelligence system.

They were his Qin Qiong and Hachimura Yuchi Gong.

Jiang Jianfeng only had Hong Hong Zhiyou, who was okay at business, but as for intelligence and espionage, he was probably just a showpiece.

Otherwise, who wouldn't go to Chen Da immediately to get first-hand intelligence?

If he didn't even understand this, how could Hong Hong Zhiyou play with him?

"Where is he now?" Mao Mao Renfeng asked.

"He drove away. Should I send someone to follow him immediately?" Ye Ye Xiangzhi said.

"How about this: he certainly can't get much done coming to the Secret Service, so take this opportunity to get closer to him and secretly monitor Hong Hong Zhiyou's movements," Mao Mao Renfeng thought for a moment and said.

"Good," Ye Ye Xiangzhi said.

At the same time.

Ministry of National Defense, an office.

Kuang Kuang Fuchun, the former Secretary-General of the Ministry of National Defense, closed the office door and quickly picked up the phone to dial a number:

"It's me."

"Chen Da has been arrested; be careful recently."

With a simple sentence, he quickly hung up the phone.

Kuang Kuang Fuchun was calling Chai Qian.

He wasn't a Red.

He was just a high-ranking official of the Party-State whom Chai Qian often boasted about and built relationships with.

Occasionally, they would drink, have gatherings, and brag.

When the Red army came over in the future, Kuang Kuang Fuchun could transform himself and become "one of their own" under Chai Qian's guarantee.

In the upper echelons of the Party-State, there were many such people.

To put it bluntly, they were opportunists who kept a foot in both camps.

Hong Hong Zhiyou soon returned to the station.

Cleaners, decorators.

And a large batch of custom furniture.

Clang, clang, they hammered and tapped on the third floor for ten days, decorating the entire third floor beautifully.

And Chen Da seemed to have been forgotten by Hong Hong Zhiyou.

Hong Hong Zhiyou did this purely to break Mao Mao Renfeng's moves.

The enemy wanted to throw a quick punch.

He would play slow Tai Chi.

Furthermore, seeing Mao Mao Renfeng's uncontainable arrogance in his eyes when they first met at the bureau, Hong Hong Zhiyou knew that Qin Qin Shuangcheng had most likely obtained Chen Da's confession.

Then he didn't need to rush; he would just watch Mao Mao Renfeng secretly.

The longer it dragged on, the more mistakes the other side would make.

He could then strike after the enemy had struck.

There was another point: the first batch of grain and loans had arrived, and he had managed to get another meal with the Generalissimo.

With the friendship of two meals, Jiang Jianfeng now regarded Hong Hong Zhiyou as a brother and trusted him immensely.

After handing over this workload, he barely asked about it again.

This gave Hong Hong Zhiyou enough time and means to get things done.

Morning.

Hong Hong Zhiyou's Action Division officially moved into the Secret Service to carry out supervision and coordination.

The first thing was to appoint his people.

In the luxurious office.

Wu Wu Jingzhong walked in with his hands behind his back, looking around in surprise: "Tsk tsk, you as a Major General are more majestic than me."

"Teacher, this office is yours," Hong Hong Zhiyou said.

"Mine?" Wu Wu Jingzhong was very surprised.

"I have already applied to transfer you to serve as the Supervisor of the Action Division to assist me in capturing Old Zheng."

"Section Chief Yu will be the Chief of the Law Enforcement Section of the Action Division."

"Sun Xing will be the Chief of the Action Group."

"You all can treat the third floor as a smaller Jinhai Station."

Hong Hong Zhiyou laughed.

"Then, what about the Wanbei Station?" Wu Wu Jingzhong asked.

"Teacher, I would like to ask Wang Wang Puchen to serve as the acting Deputy Station Chief to handle daily affairs for you," Hong Hong Zhiyou said.

"Station Chief Wang?"

"He is a shrewd man, but he is Mao Mao Renfeng's confidant; I'm afraid he will spoil things," Yu Zecheng, who had finished brewing tea, walked over to remind him.

"No."

"I understand Wang Wang Puchen; this person is best at judging the situation, is very smooth in his conduct and work, and also has many methods."

"He was cold-shouldered by Mao Mao Renfeng this time."

"The Secret Service headquarters even sent him to attend ideological training. He also asked me to convey letters to Director Mao and Jiang Jianfeng, but in the end, he only got an idle position."

"With this happening, Renzhu has roughly seen through Mao Mao Renfeng."

"It is appropriate for him to act in the position,"

Wu Wu Jingzhong nodded and said.

"Teacher, appointing you is also Jiang Jianfeng's intention."

"Once we are familiar with the Secret Service, you might be able to be transferred laterally in the future to replace Mao Mao Renfeng."

"Besides, the actions and intelligence of the Wanbei Station are mostly controlled by the headquarters."

"Even if you hold the position of Supervisor, working here won't affect your control over the Wanbei Station."

Hong Hong Zhiyou said.

"I don't think about being the Director of the Secret Service; I just hope this old body can return to Xiangdao safely, and I'll be satisfied," Wu Wu Jingzhong said in a low voice with his hands behind his back.

Although he said this, he turned around and sat down in the leather office chair.

Both Yu and Hong could see it.

Even though Teacher said he didn't care, the position of Director clearly tempted him.

After all, he was someone who had followed Dai Li.

Who wouldn't want to sit in the boss's seat?

"Let's talk about business."

"From the current situation, Chen Da is still in detention, and Mao Mao Renfeng's people have been searching for Old Zheng recently, but there is no trace."

"Logically speaking, such a secret operation shouldn't fail."

"In my opinion, it is highly likely that someone leaked the news."

Hong Hong Zhiyou analyzed.

"As the first person in charge of the Reds on Wandao, it's not strange for Old Zheng to know a few high-ranking officials," Wu Wu Jingzhong nodded.

"Do you have any ideas for the arrest?"

"Jiang Jianfeng is waiting to report the merit; if there is no progress, it won't be easy to explain,"

He asked.

"I heard Chai Qian likes eating steak. Old Yu, you can go stake out a Western restaurant," Hong Hong Zhiyou thought for a moment and said.

"At a time like this, he still dares to go to a Western restaurant?"

Yu Zecheng had the illusion that his intelligence was being rubbed on the ground.

"Gluttony is insignificant to you."

"But to some people, it's like beauty or money—impossible to extricate oneself from, and not to be underestimated," Wu Wu Jingzhong laughed coldly.

"Alright, I'll go arrange the manpower immediately," Yu Zecheng avoided his sharp gaze and nodded in a deep voice.

"Mao Mao Renfeng must have gathered a lot of intelligence."

"How did they arrange it?"

Wu Wu Jingzhong needed to know the current overall situation.

"This guy is very cunning."

"He scattered Gu Gu Zhengwen, Ye Ye Xiangzhi, and the others, distributing them to many places to stake out."

"Therefore, even Jiang Jianfeng cannot secretly receive effective information from Gu and Ye."

"But what is certain is that one of the points must be Old Zheng's residence."

"However, it's not hard to identify."

"Perhaps I need to look at the duty logs."

Hong Hong Zhiyou had a flash of inspiration and immediately had an idea.

If he remembered correctly, the historical Chai Qian not only liked eating steak but also had a beloved sister-in-law, and they were the type who couldn't be separated even for a moment while in prison.

As long as he flipped through the duty logs, he could find the exact address.

And Mao Mao Renfeng might not know about this situation, or rather, wouldn't attach importance to it. With his power of supervision, there was no reason for him to hide it.

"Hmm, you two go handle it; I'll go see Renzhu. You can't invite someone out of the mountains without some sincerity," Wu Wu Jingzhong ordered.

"Let's go, let's go see Chen Da first."

Hong Hong Zhiyou stood up and said.

(End of chapter)