Wind spy

If according to the original intention of the Japanese spy agency and the gendarmerie, the facts are indeed like this. The Japanese do not trust the Chinese people. When it comes to such an important work, it is natural to arrange the Japanese to be responsible.

Although Chen Mingxiang served as the director of the Special Liaison Office of the Ministry of Interior, the Mei agency actually sent two deputy directors to be stationed at the headquarters of the Secret Service Department in Bingcheng and the Secret Service Department of the North China Front Army Command. They are responsible for specific affairs. Different.

But Liu Nina didn't know that Chen Mingxiang was not as useless as he said. At least the information sent from outside the customs and North China must be signed by him before being distributed, and then distributed to the secret service, gendarmerie, police station, and central China. The information must be sent to him for review first, and this cutscene must be left.

The Japanese side knows that Chen Mingxiang is better to do more than less, so he has not taken any precautionary measures against him. He is completely able to grasp half of the secrets.

Why is it half?He has nothing to do with the information sent outside the customs to North China and the information sent outside the North China. It depends on the relationship to collect information.

"That's it, then let me think about it again. Anyway, if you have a brother with hands and eyes like you, I don't have to worry about work. I just returned to the Shanghai stock market and I will talk about it after the new year." Liu Nina hesitated.

"It's okay. With Me and Ji Ji, you don't have to worry about your life in the Shanghai stock market. Take your time to think about work. Let's go, eat a meal and pick up the dust for you." Chen Mingxiang stood up and said.

At the dinner table, Liu Nina didn't talk much, she seemed to have serious concerns, but she drank a lot of alcohol, and within two hours, she couldn't hold her back.

This is a rare thing for her. Two bottles of red wine used to be at best an appetizer, and it was not easy to get drunk.

"Ming Xiang, Nana is a little different this time. I can't tell the reason, but the feeling has changed. In the past, she could not wait to eat you in her stomach, but now, there seems to be something invisible. Distance." Den Ji said in a low voice when he sent Chen Mingxiang out.

She was also a smart woman with ice and snow, and she was too familiar with Liu Nina, and her slight changes immediately attracted her attention.

"You are very sensitive. I think something must have happened this time out, but she is unwilling to say, let's not ask, everyone has their own secrets and don't want people to know. Besides, wouldn't it be more important for her to have such changes? Okay, the province will grab the man with you!" Chen Mingxiang said with a smile.

"Bah! I put gold on my face, I really thought I would not live without you, a big capitalist? Let's go, go home and serve your ladies. How can a divorced woman like me qualify? Let your boss Chen stay overnight!" Den Ji also said with a smile.

Seeing Chen Mingxiang coming, Wang Zhen who was counting money was also taken aback. Originally thought that this guy met two vixens, and he might not be able to go home tomorrow morning!

But now it is less than eleven o'clock, and he came to the villa with a clear mind to look for her. This is a bit abnormal, is it because the charm of Hei Mao and Concubine Sai has weakened, or is he turned into a pretentious Liu Xiahui?

There are boxes on the ground, which contain well-counted banknotes, including British pounds, US dollars, French currency, and China Reserve Certificates. The two accountants are still busy. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, Chen Mingxiang would not believe the British and American expatriates. There is still so much money hidden.

It’s normal to think about it. Now the biggest hope of these expatriates is to be alive. Only when they are alive can they have everything. Chen Mingxiang is the embodiment of hope and can do some tricks on concentration camps. There is no second candidate in the Shanghai stock market.

After a casual turn, Chen Mingxiang saw that there were also large pieces of porcelain, woodware, and gold and silverware with obvious European style, the value of which is estimated to be higher than these coins.

British and American expatriates also have collectors in their hands. Porcelain from Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, yellow rosewood furniture, ancient utensils and oil paintings from England and the Netherlands, etc., have very high collection significance.

"You mean that Liu Nina came to the Shanghai stock market this time and wants to divide some of the resources of our directly affiliated stations and become directly controlled by the bureau headquarters?" Wang Zhen asked.

The two seemed to be walking leisurely in the yard, holding hands, envious of the policemen on patrol. They thought they were talking about romantic love, but they couldn’t imagine that they were talking about it. It's such a topic.

"My method is to rely on the binding of interests to form a huge network of relationships. Most of the intelligence is obtained from daily conversations. There is no way for the bureau to be jealous. This is an irreplaceable resource."

"And this information sharing mechanism is nothing more than copying the list of suspects from files sent from various places. As long as I play cover, others can operate it. I gave Liu Nina an uncertain reply. It is estimated that by tomorrow, we will I can receive Boss Dai's instructions." Chen Mingxiang said.

"Ming Xiang, even though you are a strategic agent of the Military Regiment Bureau, you can't fight against Boss Dai. That's a very dangerous thing for you. Since Boss Dai wants this line, you can give it to him. Take the credit you have now. , Sitting still will be promoted to general rank." Wang Zhen said.

In the organization of the Military Manpower Bureau, Boss Dai is an uncontestable god-like existence. The instructions issued must be implemented. It is not that no one breaks hands with Boss Dai, but those are true factions, with qualifications and backgrounds. Big shot!

And Chen Mingxiang is just a small agent stationed on the front line. The biggest backer behind him is Boss Dai. If he offends him because of this, he is afraid it will be difficult to reuse him in the future.

"You are wrong. I am not going to confront Boss Dai, nor am I afraid of losing this source of intelligence, but I don't want to take responsibility for Boss Dai's decision. To be precise, I don't want to take responsibility for Liu Nina. If Boss Dai gives me direct responsibility I will execute the electric order."

"The headquarters and the sub-provincial stations are inherently interdependent and contradictory. The responsibility of the headquarters is to be responsible for overall strategic planning, to issue phased tasks, and how to implement it is the matter of the subordinate departments."

“It’s taboo for the headquarters to intervene in the work of the local departments at will, especially the work of the front-line combat. What problems really occur will affect not only the image of the headquarters, but also the personal prestige of Boss Dai.”

"Don’t forget, I’m now the webmaster of the Type A site. If I don’t do this, I will lose points in Boss Dai’s heart. Subordinates who won’t bargain are immature and cannot be reused. Of course, I can’t Explicitly refuse, this also pays attention to methods."

"In addition, I also want to try Boss Dai's purpose. He is definitely not so simple in doing things. Suddenly intervening in my affairs, there must be deeper intentions behind him." Chen Mingxiang said with a smile.

He doesn't have the courage to break his wrist with Boss Dai. This is called a reasonable rule of use. If you give me an order, I will definitely obey, but I will never bear the consequences for it.

If I robbed my resources, I had to escort me. I am the stationmaster of the Type A station, a quasi-major general of the Military Statistics Bureau, not a grandson!