The story of the villain's success has been around since ancient times.
But in 1940, this typical representative figure was none other than Meng Shaoyuan, director of the Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai Supervision Division of the Military Unification Bureau, concurrently mayor of Shanghai District, and commander-in-chief of the Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai Loyalty and National Salvation Army.
A mean person, proud, arrogant, and boastful.
Wait, wait, wait, people like Li Zhifeng have experienced it vividly.
Now he, Master Meng, keeps saying "this is the director, this is the commander-in-chief", as if he is afraid that others will not recognize him.
People like Li Zhifeng also have a hard life. They know that this young master is vain, likes to show off, and likes to brag, but they are afraid that he will slip into his shoes, so they can only try their best to flatter him.
Hey, my fate is bad, who let me follow such an immediate boss?
Think about Director Dai, too. Why do you trust Meng Shaoyuan so much? This guy keeps getting into trouble all day long, has bad personal ethics, and can be called a professional scum. However, this official is getting bigger and bigger.
Life, this is life.
The guards like Li Zhifeng shuddered when they thought that they would be District Chief Meng for a long time, no, Division Chief Meng, Commander Meng's subordinates.
Yuan Jian, the head of the Military Liaison Office, met Meng Shaoyuan the day after drinking at Xue Yue's house.
This man is thirty-five years old, has a majestic face, is serious in speech, speaks in a precise manner, and has a very military demeanor.
Meng Shaoyuan only exchanged a few words with him before he realized that this man had a respectful attitude towards him, neither cold nor warm.
No wonder, he is a professional soldier and a spy himself.
Most soldiers have opinions about spies.
To put it harshly, it is contempt.
In their eyes, none of the spies who specialize in surveillance, stalking, sabotage, and snitching are good.
The efforts of special agents on the intelligence front are often ignored.
If you don’t believe it, look at every victory on the battlefield, a certain unit, a certain officer, or even a certain soldier are commended.
Have you ever heard this said at a commendation ceremony:
"The pre-war intelligence work of the certain district of the Military Command Bureau was outstanding. It detected the enemy's situation first and enabled our troops to predict the enemy beforehand. This was a great victory. We hereby commend it"?
In fact, the government is not to blame.
None of the military commanders themselves want to be able to publicly commend themselves, so they hide their front lines and keep a low profile as much as possible.
Only the most outstanding person in the military command bureau like Meng Shaoyuan can't wait to make his commendation known to everyone.
It is best to frame the commendation book and send it directly to the Japanese.
Then tell them:
Look, this is the most powerful agent on the surface you said!
Meng Shaoyuan was hated by everyone, including his enemies and his own people.
But you just can't do anything about him.
The more you hate him, the prouder he becomes.
His biggest wish is to one day stand in front of Yingzuo Zhenzhao and others, and show off himself in front of them.
At this time, how could Yuan Jian's thoughts be hidden from Meng Shaoyuan?
underestimate me? When you get to Shanghai, you will have a place to ask me for help.
He said a few words of false flattery, and then said casually: "Director Yuan, Changsha is the front line, and there are a large number of Japanese traitors lurking in the city. Didn't we catch one two days ago and let him run away? "
Yuan Jian's face showed resentment: "You are talking about Dong Minjun, right? This person is hidden too deep. Every time I meet him, he is always polite. Who would have thought that this person is actually a Japanese spy?"
On the intelligence front, there are many things you can’t think of.
Meng Shaoyuan smiled faintly: "We can't catch all of these latent agents. Director Yuan, you are going to Shanghai soon. The situation in Shanghai is complicated. You will know the details when you get there. I want to talk to you about intelligence work. Our front is very special, and it is not the same as fighting to the death on the battlefield."
"What's different?"
Yuan Jian snorted coldly: "It's nothing more than a fight to the death with a red bayonet."
When he said this, even people like Li Zhifeng and Lu Chengtian disagreed.
They are also professional soldiers, especially Lu Chengtian, who once served as Yuan Jian's subordinate for a while. If Meng Shaoyuan hadn't deceived him into going to Shanghai, he would still be a soldier now.
It was only after they came into contact with this industry that they realized that they were completely different from soldiers in every aspect.
Especially when the bayonet is red and you have to fight to the death, try to avoid this situation if possible.
"District Chief Meng." Yuan Jian continued: "I was also in charge of military intelligence work before. To put it bluntly, it is nothing more than careful analysis based on the enemy's dynamics, combined with the battlefield situation, and the investigation of the intelligence officers. It's no big deal. of."
Meng Shaoyuan did not argue with him: "Director Yuan, I have been to Changsha more than once, but I haven't had a good time there yet. How about you accompany me around?"
Yuan Jian was startled, why did he make such a request at this time?
He was not happy, but when Chief Xue Yue gave him new tasks and new positions, he specifically told him that everything must be listened to by Meng Shaoyuan.
So even though I was reluctant, I reluctantly nodded and agreed.
Changsha is a three-thousand-year-old capital with many historical sites, but Meng Shaoyuan did not go to these places, so he let Yuan Jian accompany him around the streets and alleys.
Yuan Jian asked him what he wanted to see, but Meng Shaoyuan didn't say anything. He just told him that it was enough to see the customs and customs in Changsha.
At noon, after finding some food to fill his stomach, Meng Shaoyuan couldn't wait to let Yuan Jian take him around.
Yuan Jian was puzzled, what on earth did this guy want to see?
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Meng Shaoyuan stopped at the door of a rice store and looked there for a while: "Director Yuan, there is a teahouse opposite. Let's go in and have tea?"
Yuan Jian nodded.
Meng Shaoyuan walked in and found a seat next to the street. While drinking tea, he and Yuan Jian were bragging, but his eyes kept looking at the rice store across the street.
People came in and out of Mihang from time to time, but soon they came out empty-handed again.
The four guys inside were chatting and seemed to have nothing to do.
"Director Yuan, do we have military control over grain and rice in Changsha?" Meng Shaoyuan suddenly asked.
"Martial control? It's not that easy." Yuan Jian shook his head: "Changsha Mihang is very united. Chief Xue wanted to impose military control several times, but he was rejected by them with red faces and white faces. There is no way, these people can't move for the time being. , there will be chaos if Changsha is moved."
"oh."
Meng Shaoyuan pondered: "The price of rice has gone up a lot, right?"
"Awesome, the rice is so abominable." When he mentioned this, Yuan Jian became very angry: "Everyone is stocking up there, and the price of rice has skyrocketed. If you ask me, they should be arrested and shot!"
Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "Okay, Director Yuan, we are tired today, let's go back."
"Come back now?" Yuan Jian didn't understand what he was going to do at all.
"I'm back, I'm back." Meng Shaoyuan said with a smile, "Tomorrow I'll invite you, Director Yuan, to have tea here and brag!"
