[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-spy-survival-guide":3,"chapter-spy-survival-guide-spy-survival-guide-chapter-41":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Spy Survival Guide",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2366357,4634,"Chapter 41: Two Old Foxes","spy-survival-guide-chapter-41",41,"\u003Cp>West of the prison, the small courtyard was dilapidated, with faded couplets and door gods pasted on the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Zhiyou and Old Yu walked in; Liao Sanmin was shirtless, practicing a horse stance, exhaling and inhaling Qi with rapid thrusts of his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the drinking and merrymaking at the last dinner party, their relationship remained quite good on the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Officer Liao, practicing the Virgin Art?\" Hong Zhiyou greeted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How did you know?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao Sanmin slowly circulated his Qi to conclude his practice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, you're so handsome, are you planning to dedicate your youth to this stuff?\" Hong Zhiyou expressed surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am from Yunan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I learned a few tricks from a master at a temple when I was a kid, and later when I joined the army, I found the training very easy, so I kept the habit,\" Liao Sanmin said nonchalantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So you're a high-level disciple of Shaolin; no wonder you can treat this colorful world as nothing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not close to women—Secretary Hong should call you a Red Ticket.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zecheng said from the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look, Director Yu is just narrow-minded.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Two brothers, I'm a Red Ticket, alright?\" Hong Zhiyou spread his hands and laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you were a Red Ticket, I'd arrest you right now to claim the reward,\" Liao Sanmin laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This guy actually had two deep dimples; he looked incredibly radiant when he smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Zhiyou felt a little jealous for no reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old Liao, can I learn this skill of yours?\" He straightened his expression and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're the Artillery King of Jinhai, you probably can't practice this,\" Yu Zecheng teased, squinting his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can certainly practice it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you want to learn, I can teach you right now,\" Liao Sanmin agreed readily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Really teaching?\" Hong Zhiyou was quite surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Really teaching!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao Sanmin didn't hesitate; he pulled Hong Zhiyou to stand in a stance and then taught him the method of breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, it's too tiring.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Zhiyou stood for two minutes, his waist aching severely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Practice more and it will be fine,\" Liao Sanmin said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go inside, drink some tea.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled a towel from a bamboo rack, draped it over his shoulder, and walked inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sanmin, you must have plenty of grease on your palms, why not take a wife?\" Yu Zecheng looked around and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not marrying.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Women will only affect my inspiration for writing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Take a look, how is it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his eyebrows and handed over a notebook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On it was... poetry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The sky is dim and lightless, even the sun has died, migratory birds spread their wings and fly south with all their might...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, it was a bit like shit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Director Yu, how is it?\" Liao Sanmin asked expectantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, good poem, good poem.\" Yu Zecheng opened his mouth and nodded repeatedly in a perfunctory manner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Secretary Hong, what do you say?\" He looked at Hong Zhiyou again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The sun died? I suspect you are alluding to the Blue Sky and White Sun, slandering the Generalissimo.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother Sanmin, you are a Red Ticket!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Zhiyou said with feigned seriousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You Juntong people have such dark minds!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Chen Bulei and Liu Yazi have written plenty about the sun, and the Generalissimo even shines alone on Mount Emei.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao Sanmin rolled his eyes at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wen Yiduo wrote it too!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sun, oh sun, the sun that stabs my heart with pain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Driving away the wanderer's dream of returning home once again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Zhiyou recited loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Adding another twelve hours of gut-wrenching sorrow!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sun, oh sun, the sun burning like fire!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zecheng and Liao Sanmin joined in simultaneously, their voices deep and powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You two rebels!\" After finishing, Hong Zhiyou and Liao Sanmin pointed at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can't help it, who told me to be friends with you two rebels.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then we can only rebel together, and face the sun together.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zecheng added perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haha!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of them put their arms around each other's shoulders and laughed heartily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao Sanmin did indeed like poetry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as an underground worker, he wouldn't be stupid enough to leave such obvious handwriting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was doing it intentionally, including the martial arts practice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason was simple: Long Er had taken over the Boatmen's Gang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu and Hong were Wu Jingzhong's trusted aides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Hong Zhiyou, who had a close friendship with the Americans and had also made contact with Yang Wenquan; he was currently at the height of his power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If making friends at the dinner party and calling each other brothers was a form of speculation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then their current wine-and-meat friendship had already blossomed and borne fruit, becoming a behemoth in Jinhai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no reason for Liao Sanmin not to manage it well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he knew very well that Hong and Yu were cunning; since they were associating, it was inevitable that they would reveal flaws if they spent too much time together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore, Liao Sanmin chose to take the initiative to break the boundaries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was interesting was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Zhiyou and Yu Zecheng recited Wen Yiduo's poem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This seemed like a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in reality, it was a tacit understanding reached by the three: regardless of red or blue, only discussing friendship, only seeking fame and fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao Sanmin knew even more deeply that this tacit understanding was achieved by Hong Zhiyou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zecheng was gloomy and hard to see through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a \"villain\" like Hong Zhiyou could bring taboos to the table and dissect them clearly amidst laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zecheng also breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mistake in the car today had already made him feel lingering fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he saw the \"bomb\" Liao Sanmin threw out, he was almost paralyzed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Hong Zhiyou resolved it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Two old foxes...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Zhiyou had a headache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two Red Tickets were more cunning than foxes, each better at setting traps than the other; only he was witty enough to handle it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, this bit of wine-and-meat friendship would have fallen apart on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rip!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao Sanmin tore off the paper and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it in a few bites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sanmin, you this...\" Yu Zecheng was somewhat astonished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old Yu, Brother Hong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jokes are jokes, but being a Red Ticket costs heads.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eighteen were mentioned today.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They were caught during the Japanese Special Higher Police period; before the surrender, the Old Man had already sent representatives for secret talks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All left for the Party-State.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao Sanmin drank some tea and took the initiative to leak information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, the Special Higher Police period? That must have been very valuable, right?\" Yu Zecheng raised his chin and asked with feigned surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Valuable my ass.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They were squeezed dry long ago, and the Jinhai underground organization has already changed blood several times.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Otherwise, why would they be executed?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao Sanmin said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he felt he had a better grasp of the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This information was not hard to obtain; it seemed Old Yu was not as highly regarded by Wu Jingzhong as Secretary Hong was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Old Yu’s response to the poem and his unintentional probing suggested he was very interested in news about the Red Tickets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he be...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zecheng was also scrutinizing Liao Sanmin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From showing the anti-government poem to casually leaking important secrets, was Liao Sanmin testing him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or was he himself a Red Ticket?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps, he wanted to conduct business involving Red Tickets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill away; you kill me, I kill you. Who cares who kills whom? It doesn't stop me from making money anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's go, let's go watch the execution.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Zhiyou really couldn't stand the two of them \"groping each other,\" so he made a snide remark and stood up to walk outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They arrived at the execution ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against one side of the wall, over a dozen people were tied up and standing in a row.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them were the wife and daughter of Liu Wensheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no Internationale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no impassioned cries of \"Comrades, keep up the struggle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After years of inhuman torture, the bodies of these fighters had long been hollowed out by illness; they were gaunt and withered, like paper cutouts that could be blown away by the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing that remained unchanged was:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes, which still held a light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fire!\" Warden Song waved his large hand, which was covered in a white glove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rat-tat-tat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The machine gun swept wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those people soon fell into a pool of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao Sanmin looked up at the sky, as if searching for that migratory bird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zecheng stared without blinking, appearing very calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Zhiyou knew their hearts were bleeding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their blood was burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing more painful than watching comrades die before one's eyes while being unable to do anything about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could do nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could do nothing at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could only turn their grief into strength and continue to forge ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sigh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Zhiyou stared at the wife and daughter of Liu Wensheng, sighing silently in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heroes suffer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beauties meet tragic ends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life is fleeting and will eventually scatter with the wind, waiting only for the mountains to be covered in red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He feigned boredom and waved his hand:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a pity, a pair of beautiful flowers!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's go, my two brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's go eat!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine, you're buying,\" Yu Zecheng said with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiong, standing to the side, secretly withdrew his gaze from the two, a cold sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth as he turned and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1605,"2026-06-25T10:22:48.848Z",1,"Gemini 3.1 Flash Lite","adb939e19c867bc117a073aa72674d8d33936bea0d0c2e598c547baed3d822dd","spy-survival-guide-chapter-42","spy-survival-guide-chapter-40",395,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fspy-survival-guide-cover.jpg"]