The days of studying at Lu University pass quickly, and it is almost the Gregorian New Year. 1935 is getting closer and closer, and there is a little more New Year's atmosphere in Jinling City, but these have nothing to do with Zuo Chong.

In class, taking notes, discussing in groups, and going to the front-line troops to do research, all kinds of things took up all his time, and even the work of the secret service was a little slackened.

Dai Chunfeng understands this very well. After all, the opportunity to further study is rare, and I don’t know if it is affected by the war in Jiujiaxu. The underground party, the Japanese and other forces have been very stable recently.

Anyway, judging from the information fed back from various channels, everyone seems to be dormant, so there are not too many things in the secret service department. Each department can just carry out its work step by step without too much control.

Zuo Chong was also happy to be idle. Zheng Tingbing and Zhang Yifu were two deputy directors, one was busy making money everywhere, and the other was busy finding ways to leave. He was completely unwilling to handle official duties and could not have any major problems in the department.

It was sunny on the day. He and a few students in the higher education class were strolling in the garden while discussing learning the last lessons of the *** and the president's words and deeds. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice sounding in the distance.

"Deputy Director, Deputy Director."

It was Guqi, Zuo Chong's heart tightened. Did something big happen? Otherwise, Lao Gu would not stay in the intelligence department and would run to Lu University to do something? Alas, the happy life of slapping fish is about to end.

He apologized to his classmates, walked towards the voice with a cold face, thinking in his heart what kind of person would emerge, but it should not be an underground party, so Lao K had no special circumstances.

On the second day of the prison robbery incident, he sent the Fruit Party's pursuit plan, including the search route, level location, number of people acting, communication code, secret password and other important information...

With this information, the underground party is an open and upright activity, and the spies cannot catch them. In this case, there is no need for the Jinling underground party to over-stimulate the Fruit Party. Who will it be?

Japanese?

Hasegawa Ryosuke was sleeping in a nightclub in Shanghai all day long, and a lot of information about the special high school class in the Shanghai Consulate also came back, and there was no sign that the Japanese were doing anything.

Excluding the small actions of the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs, only the intelligence department of the Japanese military was left. However, after the last strike, the Kanto Army Intelligence Department was still licking the wounds and would not cause trouble in Jinling.

Zuo Chong couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it. He quickly stepped through a small forest and finally saw Guqi with anxiety on his face. Guqi said hurriedly as soon as he saw him.

"Section Chief, you finally found you. Your family has come to Jinling. As soon as I received the news, I went to the higher education class to find you. They said you are here, hurry up and go back. People are in our place now."

"What?"

Zuo Chong was stunned and was overjoyed. He quickly trotted outside, and asked, "Who is here? Oh, why didn't you notify me earlier? I'd like to pick them up at the station."

Since he returned to Ningbo last time, he has been in contact with his family. When the route is unobstructed, he occasionally made a phone call. Why did his family suddenly run to Jinling? Is there someone else going to cause trouble?

The people in the investigation office of the Ningbo Party Committee should not be so brave. The former director of the investigation office, Zhou Wenshan, and other spies, were more than one person tall, so there was no need to use this method to commit suicide.

Gu Qi, beside him, replied with a smile: "Your grandfather, parents, younger brothers and sisters are all here, and your grandfather's family seems to be driving to Jinling, which is really far away."

All are here.

Zuo Chong was so happy that he was secretly shocked. If only his parents came, he might be visiting him. But there must be something important to come to Jinling with so many people. Could it be that the leeks can be harvested?

He has been secretly paying attention to the so-called Beilun Port construction plan of the Zuo family, such as who invested in the stock, how much he invested, whether the background relationship of this person has a special relationship with the senior management of the government.

This information is very important and some people cannot offend them. For example, if those families really want to cheat the uncle's money, they will have to run away, even if Old Dai comes out, it will be useless.

Fortunately, maybe the other party looked down on a small project that was just a few million oceans, or maybe it was because it knew from some ways that the matter was not simple. In short, the Zuo family’s leek garden is very safe.

Sometimes he was a little scared. His grandfather Zuo Xuechen was too brave. After more than half a year of operation, the design throughput of Beilun Port has soared from the earliest 50,000 tons to 200,000 tons.

You should know that according to the economic information collected by the Secret Service, the cargo throughput of the port in Haizhou, northern Jiangsu was only 200,000 tonnes in the whole year last year. Will there be any problems if it is so large?

Zuo Chong walked to Guqi's car worriedly, sat in the back row and signaled that Lao Gu immediately opened to Hong Gong Temple. He was calculating the amount of Beilun Port plan in his mind. He didn't know what to do, but he was shocked when he calculated.

So far, the number of shareholders involved in the plan has reached more than 200, with an amount of up to tens of millions of oceans. Of course, this is just a number on paper, with real money and silver of about 3 million oceans.

When Ningbo Japan Chamber of Commerce acquired shares, the entire plan was estimated at 5 million yuan. The other party spent 1 million yuan to purchase 20% of the shares. After the throughput increased, the valuation was quickly raised.

Now Zuojia’s statement on the foreign offering is that the port’s market value is 10 million, its throughput has increased by 4 times, but its market value has increased by only 1 times. It seems that it is doing charity, but the account is not calculated like this.

On the land in Beilun, except for a construction manager office, hundreds of poor farmers were employed to clean the mudflats, they did nothing else. Oh, by the way, the measurement project was in full swing.

Newspapers in Shanghai said that this port is only 70 nautical miles away from the Yangtze River Estuary, close to Shanghai, and forms a huge water transportation network of nearly equal distances with Tianjin, Kobe, Osaka, Kaohsiung, Harbor City and Hubei.

It is simply nonsense to be able to become the largest foreign trade in Shenzhen and Hong Kong in the Republic of China and the transit ports of major ports. Do newspapers in Shanghai dare to publish any news as long as you give money?

With all kinds of good news, even Zuo Chong's grandfather was tempted and insisted on getting involved. Later, the old man Zuo Xuechen had a showdown, so the other party gave up the investment.

Things are still not over here. With the good reputation of comprador circles in Shanghai, Zuo Chong's grandfather turned to the agency sales and fooled dozens of traitor compradors who sold Japanese goods.

What is most speechless is that these idiots who were blinded by interests went to Ningbo with boxes of cash. After seeing the "construction site" and project contracts, they increased their investment.

Sure enough, if there is twice the profit, the capitalists will take risks. If there is twice the profit, the capitalists will despise the law. If there is three times the profit, the capitalists will trample on everything.

The problem is that you can tell who is behind those engineering companies with your butt. Old man, you are playing this game of chess so big. Zuo Chong rubbed his head, and even the joy of reunion faded a little.

The worries in his heart were not concerned about his grandfather Zuo Xuechen and his father Zuo Shanwen. The two of them discussed in the study a few days ago for a few minutes, and then took the family to Jinling with great fanfare.

More than a dozen cars drove for three days in a row, only staying in Shanghai and Suzhou for two nights. Finally, they entered the city today and asked someone to clear the road. A group of people drove the car to the door of the secret service office.

so.

Turn the time back to an hour ago.

When the guards at the door of the Secret Service frowned when they looked at the cars with Zhejiang license plates, they secretly guessed whether people from East China were coming to the headquarters to do business, so they walked up with a pistol.

When he walked up to him, he immediately found something was wrong. Why were there old people and young people on the car? No matter how difficult the funds in East China are, it would not be enough to use the old man in his seventies or eighties to get a job. He asked.

"This is a military forbidden place. Who are you here and what you are here to do, show your ID, everyone gets out of the car for inspection, warns you not to play tricks, and don't see where this is."

This made Zuo Xuechen very angry. The old man took the car for three days and finally arrived at the destination. His grandson didn't see him but was forced to get out of the car for inspection. He stuck his head out of the car window and shouted angrily.

"Let you Section Chief Zuo come to see me."

Looking for Deputy Director Zuo?

wrong!

A cold light flashed in the guard's eyes. Section Chief Zuo had been promoted long ago. Everyone familiar with him knew about this. There was something wrong with these people. Maybe they were Japanese spies, so they made a secret gesture in their hands.

The other guards were observing the place, and after seeing the gesture, they immediately activated the emergency plan. Someone pressed the silent alarm, and the remaining people held weapons and faintly surrounded the convoy.

After confirming the situation control, the guard next to the car quietly took two steps back and said with a smile: "I don't know who the old man is Section Chief Zuo, otherwise I would not be able to ask Section Chief Zuo for instructions, right?"

"He is my grandson."

Zuo Xuechen became more and more anxious as he waited, and glared at him, his tone was a bit bad. In the eyes of old-fashioned literati, there was no good thing in the intelligence department. Well, except for his grandson.

Zuo Chong's grandfather, who was on the side, was a standard businessman. He was used to making money with kindness. He was afraid that his in-laws would make things difficult. He stroked his beard and smiled and said, "Secretary Zuo is also my grandson."

Reverse it!

The guard laughed angrily. Who is Section Chief Zuo? The soul of the secret service. These two old guys dared to be so bold. It is obvious that they are here to find fault.

He immediately wanted to raise the gun and put a gun on the other party, but before he could do it, Zuo Chong's father Zuo Shanwen slowly walked out of a car behind him and said with a serious expression.

"I am your Section Chief Zuo's father."

"Shut up!"

The guard shouted, pulled out the pistol from his waist and shouted: "You are so brave. You dare to insult the party and state officials in broad daylight. People come and arrest all these crazy people for me."

With a command, the guards approached the convoy with ferocious faces and were ready to take action. This scene scared the Zuo family. I don’t know what happened. Could it be that Zuo Chong stepped down?

"Slow down! Don't move!"
Chapter completed!