Madiel Hotel.

In the magnificent hall, several Chinese people wearing Concorde uniforms were sitting or standing in the reception area, looking at the guests coming and going, and from time to time they went to the front desk to ask questions.

These people are all spies from the Asian Section of the Foreign Affairs Section of the Harbin Police Department. They operate in major hotels in the city in a semi-public capacity and are specifically responsible for monitoring foreigners coming to Harbin.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face. He was sitting on the sofa and opened a newspaper in front of him, focusing on the two people who had just walked in.

The visitors were two men, one old and one young. The younger one was handsome and attracted the peeps of many female guests as soon as he entered the door. The older one had a cunning look.

"Ling Yunsheng, Xu Ha'er."

The middle-aged man with a Chinese-character face muttered a few words silently. He was very familiar with these two people. He had already figured out the details when they first moved into Madiel a few months ago.

As for why they didn't notify the Secret Service Division to take over, which department would take the credit? The Japanese set a number of tasks for everyone, and they would be punished if they failed to complete them.

Besides, the targets of Asian stocks are yellow people. Maybe Ling Yunsheng and Xu Haer are spies sent by two countries with yellow people. No one can say for sure.

In short, according to the investigation, the other party was sent to Northeast China by a grain store in Sichuan Province to fight for the front station. However, he did not do any business matters. He spent all day eating, drinking, having fun, and spending money like water. He was very happy.

This kind of people, this kind of thing is not uncommon. They came from the isolated place in central Sichuan to Paris in the Far East and saw the colorful world. Many people can't control their hands and mouths.

"Chief, do you want to follow me?"

While the middle-aged man was thinking, a spy came over and asked. It was not that he saw a flaw, but that he wanted to extract a sum of money. This kind of businessman who enriches his own pockets is very profitable.

"Forget it, the situation in Harbin is too chaotic recently. Don't cause trouble easily. That guy Gao Bin is very sneaky. If he finds out and sues us, it will be troublesome."

The middle-aged man shook his head and warned: "They should go to the hotel lounge to play mahjong. Find someone to ask about the background of the people at the table with them. If there are no questions, just ignore them."

"Okay, Chief."

The agent glanced at the two people who were walking away, and replied with a look of reluctance, saying that he and the others were exhausted to death, and that the other party only gambled and played with women. It was really irritating that people were more powerful than others.

It's all the fault of those anti-Manchurian and anti-Japanese elements. If they hadn't killed people and set fires everywhere, these two people from the Guofu District would have been wiped out by Asian stocks. There would be no need to wait until today.

Xu Enzeng and Ling Sanping walked around in front of the gate of hell without knowing it. They came to the lounge of Madiel Hotel with a smile and asked the waiter for a card table and seasonal fruit plate.

I found someone ordering a table, and free people came up to set up a table. The cost of ordering a table here is not low, and most people can't afford it. If someone is willing to pay for it, they can't miss it.

There was a man and a woman who moved the fastest. Before the others could react, they sat down on the stools. They were first come, first served. Those who moved slower could only leave in frustration.

The foursome played all night and didn't end until dawn the next day. They threw down a wad of money as a tip. Xu Enzeng, who was in high spirits, pulled Ling Sanping away from Madiel.

He killed everyone last night and almost lost his pants to the female poker player opposite him. As expected, he has been training at home with several aunts for many years. This skill is now in use.

He was proud, but Ling Sanping's expression was not so good. They had been living like this for several months after arriving in the Northeast. If Zuo Zhong knew about it, they would not be in good hands.

"Yunsheng, why are you so sullen?"

Xu Enzeng on the side patted Ling Sanping on the shoulder, glanced around, and whispered: "Be happy after winning money, otherwise the Japanese will be suspicious if they see it."

"Suspicion? What do you suspect? Do you suspect that we are using women and mahjong to steal information? Lao Xu, what exactly do you want to do?" Ling Sanping frowned and asked a question.

He has asked this question countless times, but the other party just said that he would understand it mysteriously in the future. He only knew that the funds were almost exhausted.

But this time Xu Enzeng didn't deal with it anymore. After hearing the words, he pondered for a while and led him into a secluded alley towards the rental place. He explained softly as he walked.

"Yunsheng, do you think the plan made by your hometown is reasonable? Let the two of us open a grain store. How much manpower and material resources will it require, and how much information will we have access to?

The Japanese and puppet agencies have special channels for supplying grain and grass, and outsiders cannot get involved at all. The most people who go to grain stores are ordinary people and low-level Japanese and puppet personnel, which are of no use value.

I admit that being a grain merchant will allow us to enter the Northeast smoothly, but it will be difficult to collect information. Besides, you and I are not businessmen, and it is easy to expose our feet when doing business.

In my opinion, it is better to do the opposite and pretend to be a man who is greedy for the Mo boss's money. If you become familiar with various religions, you will have the source of the information, don't you think so?"

Speaking of this, his face was full of contentment and he whispered: "Just like the woman opposite me last night, her man works as an errand on the fishing team and is very familiar with the Puppet Manchukuo Jiang Defense Fleet.

Didn't she say before that the Jiangfang Fleet has a total of 5 gunboats, among which the Jiangqing is often repaired, even worse than the broken robot ship of the fishing team. This is information.

Also, the woman you had dinner with two days ago, her family drives the largest rickshaw shop in Harbin. What did she say that there were Koreans who had been nearby the night of the fire in the warehouse.

If we follow the clues and find those people, there will be another channel. Intelligence work is not that simple. You should learn it slowly. The knowledge inside is very deep."

"I understand what you said, but!"

Ling Sanping was not so easy to fool, and immediately retorted seriously: "Our mission is to lurk, and as the director of the secret service headquarters, you should understand what these two words mean.

Conceal your identity, lie in wait for a long time, accumulate strength, and wait for the opportunity. This is the instruction from my hometown. The key is to keep a low profile. Is there anyone as low-key as you? Don't treat me as a fool.

Moreover, we cannot stay in the Northeast for a long time. The grain store is a reasonable reason for the successor to come to the Northeast. Obtaining Japanese and puppet intelligence is only a secondary task. You should not avoid the important and take the easy.

Also, are you looking for the technician to get information? Then I would like to ask Director Xu if you have found out any important information, and it will also give me, a newcomer, a lot of experience."

"This...is not important."

Xu Enzeng's face turned red and he said harshly: "This is just a joke, it can't be true, so don't ask any more questions. Since Yunsheng wants to open a store, just open a store."

I met a house broker a few days ago, so I asked him about the situation, found a shop to set up the stall, and waited for the replacement to consider other matters."

Ling Sanping looked at the other party with a dark face, nodded silently, then walked to the newsstand nearby and bought a copy of Harbin Daily, and turned to the business information column to check quickly.

"Shanghai New Theater Troupe's civilized drama "Down and Out" is performing day and night in major theaters. It will be performed in Kazakhstan soon. Friends who are theater fans are welcome to come and place your bets on the show and ticket prices."

When he saw this line of words, his eyes suddenly lit up. This was an order from Zuo Zhong forwarded from his hometown, so he clenched the newspaper tightly in his hand and quickened his pace slightly.

When Xu Enzeng saw this, he knew it was an instruction from his superiors, so he didn't dare to neglect and followed him. A few minutes later, the two of them walked into a small Russian-style building and opened the door of a room on the second floor.

After entering, Xu Enzeng locked the door and stood by the window to look outside. Ling Sanping took out a book from the table and decrypted the information by comparing it with the numbers in the newspaper.

"Six o'clock in the evening, Hendro Cafe."

Keeping these words firmly in mind, Ling Sanping immediately burned the note with the order and made a silent gesture towards Xu Enzeng, indicating that he should go out and speak.

It happened that there was no water all night, so the two of them closed the door and wandered to the nearby breakfast stalls, sipping the fragrant big lump porridge and communicating quietly at the same time.

"Lao Xu, let's meet tonight."

"You go and I go?"

"You go ahead, I'll go see the shop."

"OK."

Ling Sanping knew that once he appeared, he would easily attract the attention of the coffee shop customers, especially the female customers. He would not have such trouble if Xu Enzeng was the one to contact him.

It can be seen that being ugly is also a special advantage. Besides, let the man named Xu talk to Zuo Zhong about the grain store. He is not the leader of the Fengchu team, so there is no reason to take the blame for the other party.

After discussing the matter, the two returned to their residence and slept until the afternoon. After getting up, Ling Sanping dressed up and went out first to find the real estate agent, and also explored the way for Xu Enzeng.

The people from the Secret Service were investigating them, and of course they were aware of it. Although there has been no surveillance and tracking recently, the necessary vigilance measures still need to be taken, and the ship must be driven with caution.

Xu Enzeng watched Ling Sanping arrive at the edge of the road and get into a rickshaw. The surroundings seemed very calm. There were no pedestrians or vehicles suddenly leaving, at least not within the visible range.

After confirming that no one was following the other party, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Even after many years of intelligence work, this was the first time for him to conduct contacts on the enemy's territory.

Putting on his coat and putting his hat on his head, Xu Enzeng swallowed, pushed the door open and walked out of the house. He stepped on the creaking floorboards, stepped out of the small building and slowly disappeared into the street.

Two hours later, Central Street.

The Hendro Cafe was full of customers. This was a shop owned by a Belarusian nobleman. It was said that this man had a close relationship with the senior officials of the Kwantung Army and was considered a top figure in Harbin.

Because the boss is so powerful, the Puppet Manchukuo police dare not come and harass them at will. People of certain status in the city like to talk business and make friends here, and the number of people coming and going is very complicated.

Xu Enzeng came down from the iron and looked nervously at the joint on the opposite side. He looked around and raised his feet to get over. He never thought that his lower back would be pressed against something hard.
Chapter completed!