Chapter 35, The Chicken that Lays Golden Eggs
“I feel ashamed to say it…”
“This No. 6 has never disclosed any more information…”
"What we can confirm is that his pseudonym is Cen Jinfu. He is the accountant of Damao Flour Mill. He has been working for thirteen years."
“Seriously, Captain Zhang, is he really Japanese?”
“A Japanese who has been pretending to be with us for thirteen years?”
??Yan Guangkun doesn’t sell things either.
It’s all about work. It would be better if Zhang Yong is willing to take over. I wish I could pry open another cornucopia.
Now the fifth action group is also at full power. Full of rewards.
Although it cannot be compared with Zhang Yong’s first pot of gold. That''s pretty impressive too.
In the final analysis, it boils down to one sentence: Japanese spies have money.
I don’t know who leaked the news, which made other action teams want to transfer to Songhu.
?Who has any intention to catch the red party? It’s dangerous and moneyless. Catching spies and making a fortune is serious business. Catch a few spies, and you’ll have cars, houses, money, everything. Anyone with a right mind knows how to choose.
“This is his social relationship…”
"We have found all the people he can contact. But there is no suspicion."
"Cen Jinfu''s daily work is also very simple. It is to calculate the current accounts. This flour mill is quite large, with more than 300 workers. But the annual profit is not high. It also often suffers losses. It should not be a source of funds for Japanese spies. The flour mill The boss’s name is Cai Shengquan, and he doesn’t look like he’s just barely surviving.”
?Yan Guangkun handed Zhang Yong a thick stack of information.
They are all mastered by the fifth group. Some are also speculative. It’s all given to Zhang Yong.
“Let me try it!”
?Zhang Yong didn’t dare to guarantee it.
His special ability is to discover hidden spies.
As for how to dig out one spy from another, I am not very good at it. Depends on luck.
Take the information and return to Li Boqi''s office. Get used to it.
Li Boqi didn''t even raise his head, "Go back to your office and think about it. Don''t bother me every day."
“Then Cao Mengqi…”
“Take his squad.”
"yes."
Zhang Yong returned to his office.
Tell someone to invite Cao Mengqi. Consider the relevant information together.
The fifth group still has some skills. Cen Jinfu’s social relationships have all been sorted out. He even knows how many chickens he keeps at home.
The problem is, none of this is the point.
The focus is on the chicken that can only lay golden eggs.
Just like Meng Chaowei and Lou Qingcheng. The spy wants to be caught. Money is even more important. The latter is more important.
How much is the above reward?
?Where is the confiscated Shuangwai?
“Captain Cao…”
"You should call me Lao Cao! I will obey you when it comes to catching Japanese spies. I really can''t do this nerve-wracking thing."
“I can’t use my brain either.”
“Anyway, as long as you can dig out the Japanese spies, you will be responsible for identifying them and I will be responsible for catching them. If they run away, I will be responsible for them.”
“Also.”
Zhang Yong is not hypocritical either.
Cao Mengqi is a bit naive. Often educated by Li Boqi.
But such people are also happy to work together. There is a bottom line. No backstabbing. At critical moments, you are trustworthy.
The past two years have been peaceful for the time being.
When the all-out war of resistance breaks out and Songhu falls, that will be the time for the real test.
What?
Escape to the rear?
That’s nonsense!
What is the name of his system?
Command and Conquer! There are even weapons and equipment!
Hide in the rear and watch the fun?
How shameful!
Must continue to persist in Songhu. Continue to kill the Japanese invaders. Let the Japanese invaders live in peace in Songhu!
“Cai Shenghua…”
“Very poor. They are all in debt. Checked out.”
“He is not the money tree.”
“Definitely not.”
“The spy would probably not place two eggs at the Damao Flour Mill at the same time…”
Zhang Yong said to himself.
Finally decided to go see Cai Shenghua. Too lazy to think too much. You''ll know when you meet.
??If Cai Shenghua is a hidden Japanese, just arrest him. If not, continue scanning Cen Jinfu’s social relationships. Until something new is discovered.
Seriously, if the beach in Shanghai were not so big, he would be ready to scan the streets every day.
As long as any Japanese hiding are found, arrest them all.
Unfortunately not.
Shanghai at this time was definitely the largest city in Asia. It’s bigger than Tokyo, Japan. The population also needs to be larger.
According to official statistics, there are at least more than three million people in Shanghai right now.
?This is still paper statistics. And there are at least one million that have not been counted.
In other words, the actual population of the entire Shanghai Bund, including the concessions, may be more than five million!
So many people and such a large area, how long will it take to scan!
There is no other way but targeted scanning.
Let’s set off by car.
Taking Cao Mengqi and Wei Yong with him.
??Wei Yong carries a Thompson submachine gun. Just in case something unexpected happens.
Zhang Yong still cares about his own life. Never go out alone. Unless it''s going home. Whenever there is danger, Wei Yong will be pulled over.
Wei Yong is a first-class player. With Thomson and grenades, you can beat any spy.
Arrived at Damao Flour Mill.
Unexpectedly, I found that many people gathered here.
It seems that some workers are holding a banner asking the boss to pay wages.
Oh, the salary is in arrears...
I wonder if Cai Shenghua is here?
“Get out of the way!”
“Get out of the way!”
Wei Yong opened the way with his gun.
Only then did he successfully enter the factory. I found a lot of people gathered inside.
“Beat him to death!”
“Beat him to death!”
Some of the crowd roared in anger.
Zhang Yong frowned. Found someone pushed to the ground. The workers around were pushing and shoving.
There are no Japanese.
They are all Chinese.
“The person who was beaten is Cai Shenghua.” Cao Mengqi frowned.
“Bring the people out.” Zhang Yong ordered.
??Cao Mengqi and Wei Yong immediately stepped forward with their guns, dispersed the crowd, and helped Cai Shenghua over.
Cai Shenghua looked very embarrassed. Blue nose and swollen face. Dying. He seemed to have been beaten badly. Bleeding from the seven orifices. If he is in such a state of embarrassment, he probably really has no money.
??If someone collects the money and runs away early, the workers will not be able to stop him at all. You don’t even know if he ran away.
“Boss Cai, we are from the Lixingshe Secret Service.”
"What?"
“We have something to do with you.”
“I really have no money.”
“Has your flour mill been losing money?”
“Of course not. They were all harmed by Desheng Flour. They bullied their peers too much.”
“Desheng flour?”
“It’s that **** Wang Deling! My flour mill was destroyed by him.”
“Wang Deling?”
“Yes. That’s him. This bastard!”
“Don’t get excited.”
Zhang Yong said calmly.
The suspicion of Cai Shenghua can be completely ruled out. He is definitely not a spy.
“By the way, where did Cen Jinfu go?”
“I’m looking for him too. I haven’t found him yet. I don’t know where he went.”
“Has anyone come to see Cen Jinfu recently?”
"No."
“Never?”
“They all come to me. What’s the use of looking for Cen Jinfu?”
"oh…"
Zhang Yong then put Cai Shenghua down from the car.
Cao Mengqi sighed in disappointment.
Still haven’t found an entry point. Boring. I don’t know where to use my strength.
“Is the Desheng Flour Mill great?”
“It should be so. I don’t know the details. How about we go and take a look?”
“Do you know him?”
“Can’t we just find a patrolman to lead the way?”
"good!"
Zhang Yong nodded.
?Cao Mengqi immediately got out of the car and went to operate it.
Soon, a patrolman came back with him. Let him get in the car and lead the way.
It is also a bit of a coincidence. In fact, this Desheng Flour Factory is just three streets away. The back entrances of the two flour mills are almost opposite each other.
The distance is very close.
There is a wall in the middle.
The difference is that one gate faces south and the other faces north. It''s only three streets away.
Let the patrolman go. Zhang Yong got out of the car and observed.
The door is closed.
?It was quiet inside, and there seemed to be no one.
Walking around the flour mill, there is no prompt on the map. Obviously, there are no Japanese here.
?Of course, it is also possible that the hidden Japanese are not there.
But excluded for now.
Look at the sky. That''s almost it. It''s time to invite Secretary Wang to dinner.
(End of this chapter)