svetikya Chapter 73 I, Chen Xing, am here in Shanghai. I will never fall, I will never fall.
Chapter 73 I, Chen Xing, am here in Shanghai. I will never fall, I will never fall.
"Yes, Director! Brother Xingyi is exceptionally capable and ruthless, truly the best candidate to rebuild Shanghai Station!" Mao Qi quickly echoed, but then cautiously asked, "Then... what should we do with Wang Tianmu?"
Should we order him to return to the mountain town immediately for investigation? He deliberately emphasized the word "investigation".
A cold glint flashed in Dai Chunfeng's eyes. He was about to order a severe punishment when he suddenly stopped. He glanced at Mao Qi, slowly sat back down in his chair, and unconsciously tapped his fingers on the table.
Mao Qiwu tentatively whispered, "Director, Wang Tianmu's crime this time is serious and he should be severely punished."
But...he's like a frightened bird now. If we push him too far, what if...he's cornered and decides to surrender to the Japanese? The consequences...would be unimaginable!
Dai Chunfeng's pupils contracted slightly. Mao Qiwu's words had awakened him. Wang Tianmu knew far too much!
In particular, there's the possibility that "Crow" might reconnect with the harbinger bird, as well as some top-secret communication channels and a list of undercover personnel at the Shanghai station.
If he betrays us, not only will rebuilding Shanghai Station become even more difficult, but even the extremely important insider "Steel Wire" and the mysterious "Good News Bird" may be exposed!
After a long silence, Dai Chunfeng took a deep breath and made a cold and realistic decision: "Forget it... leave him alone for now."
Telegram: Wang Tianmu, the former stationmaster of Shanghai Station, has suffered significant losses due to his mismanagement. He is hereby removed from his post as stationmaster and demoted to lieutenant colonel, temporarily appointed as deputy stationmaster of Shanghai Station, to atone for his crimes by assisting the new stationmaster!
"The Director is brilliant! This way we can keep him in check and also use his remaining influence to help with the reconstruction." Mao Qi immediately understood the intention. "As for the new station chief, Brother Xingyi is currently serving as the head of the Central Plains District of the Military Intelligence Bureau in Zhengzhou, overseeing four stations. We can immediately have him secretly come to the mountain city to accept the appointment."
The personnel needed for reconstruction can be drawn from various rear stations such as Zhengzhou Station, Chang'an Station, and Luoyang Station. 30 skilled field staff and radio operators can be transferred, and another 59 outstanding graduates from the third phase of the Qingpu training program can be selected. It is imperative to gather 89 people to fill the 108-person Class A station staffing quota!
The funds and weapons/ammunition will be personally overseen by my subordinates, and double the amount will be allocated!
And by leveraging the connections of Mr. Lu Yunsheng, who had already gone to Hong Kong, and the banks in Shanghai, they arranged for them to secretly infiltrate Shanghai in batches.
"Hmm." Dai Chunfeng nodded and added in a very low voice, so low that only Mao Qi could hear him, "Tell Xingyi that he has two tasks after taking office."
First and foremost, we must take over the liaison rights of that "Good News Bird" from Wang Tianmu as soon as possible. This is of utmost importance!
Second, once the station operations are completely stable and the personnel are under our control..." A barely concealed murderous intent flashed in his eyes!
"Yes! Wang Tianmu made great contributions, although he made mistakes. Overall, his merits outweighed his faults. In the process of assisting Xingyi in rebuilding the Shanghai Station, he was unfortunately discovered by the Japanese and died fighting bravely. He died a glorious death for his country!"
Qi Wu? Do you understand what I'm saying?
Mao Qi felt a chill in his heart, but his face remained unchanged as he respectfully bowed his head: "Yes! Your subordinate understands! I will arrange it perfectly."
We will never allow the Baoding faction to suspect that we are eliminating dissidents!
"Go on." Dai Chunfeng waved his hand and closed his eyes wearily.
Several days later, in a secret safe house in the mountain town.
Chen Gongshu, the top assassin of the Military Intelligence Bureau, codenamed "Ruthless Scholar," listened expressionlessly to Mao Qi relaying Dai Chunfeng's verbal appointment and secret instructions, in which Director Dai had already followed the Chairman to the three towns of Wuchang.
He was only in his early forties, with a refined and even scholarly appearance, but his eyes were as calm as a frozen pool, occasionally flashing with a chilling glint.
"Please convey to the Director that I have accepted the order." His voice was calm and even, without a trace of emotion. "I am aware of the situation at the Shanghai station. Please rest assured, Director Mao, I will reorganize the team and resume operations as soon as possible. As for the fourth brother... sigh!"
I know what to do.
Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Mao Qi couldn't help but feel a little scared.
Chen Xingyi's ruthlessness and efficiency were well-known within the Military Intelligence Bureau, making him the perfect candidate to clean up the mess in the dangerous city of Shanghai.
He handed a thick file bag to Chen Gongshu: "This contains the new personnel list, budget book, contact information, and weapons extraction vouchers specially approved by the Director."
Mr. Lu Yunsheng has already made arrangements to allow you to enter the concession as a "senior auditor of Shanghai Bank".
The first batch of 30 key personnel drawn from various stations will arrive in Shanghai next week through different channels to join you.
The 59 outstanding students from the Qingpu class will also be part of the second batch...
"No need," Chen Gongshu interrupted calmly. "The students from the Qingpu class lack experience, and entering Shanghai would make them too conspicuous and easily expose them."
Let them stay behind and wait for orders.
"There's a shortfall of 89 people. I'll bring 20 experienced guys from Zhengzhou Station, and I'll find ways to fill the rest once I get to Shanghai."
Mao Qiwu was taken aback: "Station Chief Chen is confident?"
"Shanghai may not have much else, but it has a lot of people."
"As long as you have money and guns, there are plenty of desperate criminals and people who hate the Japanese to use." Chen Gongshu said indifferently, "Besides, in the early stages of reconstruction, quality is more important than quantity. Too many people will only make things more likely to go wrong."
Mao Qi thought for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Alright, then let's do as Station Chief Chen wishes. Let's not delay, please set off as soon as possible."
Chen Gongshu stood up, picked up the file bag, and said, "Please assure the Director for me: With me, Chen Xingyi, here, Shanghai Station will not collapse!"
He will never fall.
"I will clear away any obstacles that need to be removed." After saying this, he nodded slightly, turned and left, his steps steady and firm, as if he were not going to a den of dragons and tigers, but to a normal appointment.
The French Concession, Yuyuan Road, and the Feng Mansion!
The crystal chandelier in the luxurious restaurant cast a soft glow, illuminating the exquisite local dishes on the table. A jar of "Daughter's Red" Shaoxing wine, buried underground for eighteen years, had been opened and poured into everyone's glasses, filling the air with its aroma.
The guests took their seats in order of host and guest. Seeing Han Zhenhua's dejected mood, Feng Chengcheng, who was sitting next to him, quickly used her chopsticks to pick up a piece of crab meat lion's head meatball and gently placed it on his plate.
Han Zhenhua, preoccupied with his own thoughts, had an empty look in his eyes, seemingly oblivious to everything. He simply held his wine glass, gazing at the golden liquid within, and gently swirling the glass.
Mr. Feng, Mrs. Feng, and Feng Chengcheng, who were already at the table, could clearly see that he was in a bad mood. Just as Mr. Feng was about to say something, the old butler, Afu, quietly walked into the dining room again!
Approaching Feng Jingyao, he whispered, "Master, the telegram from Hong Kong is from the residence of Master Lu Yunsheng."
"Oh? A telegram from Brother Yunsheng?" Feng Jingyao put down his chopsticks, took the telegram, glanced at it, and a smile appeared on his face. "Hehe, Brother Yunsheng invited me to have a small gathering in Hong Kong when I have time. He said he has recently acquired some nice antiques and wants me to come and appraise them."
This old fellow left Shanghai as soon as the war broke out and is living a leisurely life in Hong Kong.
"Lu Yunsheng?" Han Zhenhua's heart skipped a beat!
He had certainly heard of this name before; in fact, it was "thunderous" to him. He was one of the three former Green Gang tycoons in Shanghai, on par with Huang Quanrong and Zhang Xiaolin, and his status in Shanghai was even higher than that of Feng Jingyao. It seemed that he had taken refuge in Hong Kong.
Yes, Hong Kong! Hong Kong was also a British colony! .....................
He suddenly remembered that when he returned to his office yesterday, there was indeed a fancy letter from "Victoria University of Hong Kong" on his desk.
At that time, he was immersed in the Peking Opera aria from "Tracks in the Snowy Forest" with the lyrics "Today we drink to our hearts' content... to celebrate our victory! Our ambitions remain unfulfilled... we will never give up" (thanks to the book friend for reminding me, I checked and it really is "Tracks in the Snowy Forest" not "Shajiabang").
He casually opened the letter and glanced at it. It was an invitation to him, the newly crowned "Copley Prize winner" and "rising star of physics," to give an academic lecture in Hong Kong next week, with round-trip ferry tickets and a generous remuneration provided.
He laughed it off at the time and had no intention of going at all!
What a joke! My main job is as a top agent of the Military Intelligence Bureau. Giving lectures is just to "cover my identity." I'm still waiting to see the "daily battle reports" of the National Revolutionary Army beating up the Japanese devils!
"Round-trip tickets and a generous reward"? I'm worth hundreds of thousands of pounds, what do I need your paltry sum?
No, no, I'd rather die than go...