Dai Chunfeng thought to himself, leaned on the back of the chair, and asked, "Where is Deputy Director Zheng? Oh, if I had known this, it would be better for him to make a fortune in Peking. I am a waste of myself."

Zuo Chong didn't believe any of these words. If Lao Zheng had to do business for a few years, he was afraid that he could even use money to make a spy director. This is the real reason why the other party was transferred back to Jinling.

"teacher."

He bent down slightly and said with a smile: "After the incorporation of the investigation department, deputy section chief Zhang Yifu has been idle. If our department could have another deputy director to assist Deputy Director Zheng in carrying out his work, would it be appropriate?

After all, Deputy Director Zheng has been away from Jinling for so long and has no idea about the situation in the department. With an assistant, I believe that I can enter the work state as soon as possible and reduce the familiar time."

As soon as Zuo Chong spoke, Dai Chunfeng added a deputy director. It is logical that this is unacceptable for a person who is obsessed with power, but he judged that Lao Dai would agree happily after hearing this.

If anything is too many, it will be worthless. The same is true for official positions. Triangles are the most stable structure. With Zhang Yifu sharing the pressure, Dai Chunfeng will be more relaxed to deal with Zheng Tingbing.

As for whether Zhang Yifu will turn against the enemy or set up his own business, it is unlikely that the other party is not a veteran of the secret service and is not qualified to join the battle for the highest position of the secret service.

Dai Chunfeng's eyes lit up, and he instantly understood Zuo Chong's intention, which was to drive the tiger and swallow the wolf. The most wonderful thing was that this tiger had only sharp claws and no sharp teeth, which was harmless to him and could be used boldly.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and a rare smile appeared: "Yes, I see Deputy Director Zheng working hard on business, I see it in my eyes and worry in my heart. I think this suggestion is very good.

The Chairman has always been very concerned about the placement of the investigative department personnel, and he should not object to Zhang Yifu as the deputy director. This also shows that our secret service department does not engage in gang formations and is full of public confidence."

After publishing a long speech, Lao Dai happily took out a document from the drawer: "Do it immediately after reading it. You must choose a capable person to do this matter, and you cannot let any news from the outside."

Zuo Chong was a little confused. After taking it, he fell into silence. A few seconds later, a match was cut and lit the document. There was no inquiry or requesting instructions, because this was a separate order for him.

"This is what the Chairman personally asked me to give to you. Be careful not to tell me the specific content. As long as you can complete the tasks assigned by the leader, all the personnel and equipment in our department can be selected."

Dai Chunfeng looked at the documents slowly turning into ashes and turned to add again. As for whether he really doesn't care about the specific content, it's a matter of opinion, but it's likely that it's fake.

How could a person with such a strong desire to control himself allow his subordinates to contact his immediate superiors directly? It was just that he had a bald man's strict order, so he could not check it privately or ask it on his own initiative.

Zuo Chong is not a fool, so he naturally knows what the teacher is thinking. At the same time, he understands that this is the bald man playing checks and balances, and the relationship between himself and Lao Dai, so that the leaders of a country can do some sneaky things.

hehe.

So he leaned against the ear of the cheap teacher and said a few words. Dai Chunfeng nodded from time to time, thinking that if it was this, he would be really not suitable for him to go in. Then he said with satisfaction.

"Then you go and arrange it, hurry up."

"Yes, teacher."

The master and apprentice ended the conversation, and Zuo Chong hurriedly left. After returning to his office, he called Gui Youguang and Wu Chunyang. This matter really needs to be kept confidential and the person who takes action must be reliable.

No matter what the perspective is, they are the most suitable and reliable candidates. With himself, three people are enough to complete that task, and a simple action is not necessary to be known to everyone.

Three days passed quickly.

The most beautiful season in Jinling is autumn. At this time, the maple trees and sycamore trees on both sides of the road begin to slowly change color. The scenery is beautiful and the environment is quiet, which contrasts with the buildings in the city that look classical and elegant.

At this time, many shops are willing to move some tables outdoors. First, they expand their business area, and second, they can allow customers to enjoy the beautiful autumn scenery that only once a year.

The most active ones are the French who open coffee shops and Western restaurants. Perhaps because Jinling in autumn is somewhat similar to the Champs Elysees, these Gaul roosters want to use this to comfort their homesickness.

In addition to the French, the British also like to enjoy the intoxicating scenery under the sycamore tree in the afternoon, while enjoying the desserts that the French are best at.

As the deputy manager of Jinling Power Plant, Shaluxun has enough power to arrange his leisure time, such as enjoying a completely quiet afternoon tea without having to deal with those annoying workers.

“A happy day.”

He carefully put a piece of pastry Napoleon into his mouth, felt the collision between the cream and fresh fruit in his mouth, and then took a sip of the expensive Darjeeling black tea and sighed.

It has to be admitted that cooking food is the only job that French people should do. In comparison, British afternoon tea desserts are less refined and delicious, of course, with various black tea exceptions.

He took another sip of black tea, which originated from China, finally took root in the Queen's Crown Pearl and gradually became famous all over the world. He sincerely felt that it would be great if life would last forever.

"Good afternoon, is there anyone here?"

Suddenly, Shaluxun, who was savoring the taste of dessert with his eyes closed, was woken up by a scream. After opening his eyes, he frowned. Hell, it was a Chinese man in a black windbreaker.

These people never know how to be grateful and never know what civilization is. If they were not for making more pounds, they would never have come to this ancient and dull East Asian country.

He said with a little disgust and bluntly: "Young man, don't you know what politeness is? Or are you Chinese people like this, and you don't care about causing trouble to others at all."

This is the urban area of ​​Jinling, and it is a place where foreigners often appear. There are patrolmen everywhere nearby. He is not worried about causing trouble. Besides, he is not an ordinary businessman.

If this Chinese dared to do something, the Webley revolver in his pocket would let the other party know that some people could not mess with, just like General Seymour did decades ago.

Instead of being frightened or irritated by his aggressiveness, the young man gently pulled the stool, sat down without hesitation, and said a word with a smile before Saruxun got angry.

"What a wonderful day, right? Why can't we have a good chat in such a pleasant weather? Who knows what will happen in the future, so cherish the present."

Is it beautiful? It may be called before you come, but it is definitely not now. Chatting on the street with a stranger is not what a British gentleman should do, and Saruxun puts his hand in his pocket.

"Okay, you British are so boring. I really hope you are a Frenchman and at least know what humor is. Put away that broken revolver unless you are willing to have a bright head."

The young man ignored the other party and picked up a piece of dessert and put it in his mouth: "My man is aiming here with a rifle. I advised Mr. Saruxun to calm down and never be impulsive."

As he said that, he pointed to the black tea on the table, signaled the waiter to put another cup, then looked at the skeptical Shaluxun with a smile on his face, and threw a stack of photos and documents out of his pocket.

"Your wife will stay at the church for two hours every day, and she will drink two glasses of white water and go to the toilet once. She will be used to praying in the first place on the left of the third row of the main hall.

She returned to your home in Sanpailou from the church, and passed 5 intersections and 3 alleys. The whole journey took 20 minutes. The only person in charge of accompanying was a 45-year-old maid from Shandong Province.

Your eldest daughter works in a British business and has been very close to a boy from Yorkshire recently. The eldest son and the second son are studying at church school. Are I right?”

The young man casually spoke out the information from Shaluxun's home, and at the same time he put his right hand on the table and tapped it gently without making a sound, but the heart of the person he communicated with was beating violently again and again.

Who is this Chinese? Why do you need to collect information from your family? Are you a bandit? Or a gangster organization in Jinling? Sha Luxun thinks this may be a huge misunderstanding.

Although he is the deputy manager of Jinling Power Plant, he actually doesn’t have much cash. A decent life comes at the cost of high expenses. The Chinese are definitely looking for the wrong person to blackmail themselves.

"Sir, your Darjeeling black tea."

"Thanks."

At this time, the waiter brought black tea. The young man thanked him politely, then picked up the teacup and blew it, raised his head and let the sun shine on his face through the leaves, feeling the last warmth brought by nature.

Saruxun thought for a while and said in a slow and firm voice: "My friend, I don't know where you know these things. I just want to tell you that you are playing with fire.

I have been in the Republic of China for many years and I know very well that once a British citizen suffers misfortune, your government and the British Empire will intervene, and no matter who you are, you will be shot in the end.

As long as you leave now, I will pretend that nothing has happened, and even if you need some help other than money, such as weapons and shelter, I am willing to help."

He felt that the person in front of him had the potential of intelligence personnel, was bold and had good psychological qualities, and with his suspected Heiban background, he was a good target for development, and the empire needed more friends.

"Yeah, do you want to recruit me?"

The young man slowly lowered his head and looked at the other person curiously, as if he had seen something interesting. He was still thinking about such a thing when he died. He was really the person in charge of MI2 in Jinling.

Sha Luxun was shocked and recruited. This is a standard intelligence term. Is the other party an intelligence officer from the government? But why do you have to find yourself? This way of meeting?

"Sir, from MI2, we are very clear about your coming to the Republic of China. We did not interfere too much in terms of respect for the British Empire, but this is not the reason for you to act recklessly."
Chapter completed!