When Zhang Jianghe received the transfer order at home, Tang Cheng, who was waiting alone in a rented house, was struggling to survive with a small stove, two packages of braised meat and a few steamed buns. Tang Cheng planned to visit Miss Zhizi after nightfall and have a good chat with her about their smuggling of antiques, calligraphy and paintings from China. This courtyard with a basement was specially prepared by Tang Cheng for Miss Zhizi.
The braised meat and steamed buns were roasted by the fire until they were soft and delicious. Time passed slowly as Tangcheng eliminated these foods one after another. The sky had just turned dark, and Tangcheng, who had been spending several hours here, was already feeling a little anxious. Can't stand it anymore. However, Tang Cheng did not leave the small courtyard immediately. According to his pre-planned steps, the real time to take action would be at least after early morning.
Looking down at his watch, Tang Cheng realized that it was still early. Apart from some old furniture, there was only a small stove in front of him in the empty room. How to spend the few hours before dawn! Tang Cheng, who seemed to have grass growing under his buttocks, suddenly felt uneasy. Impatient, he immediately lit a cigarette. Amidst the smoke, a question suddenly flashed in Tang Cheng's mind. What should I do tonight? Is the action worth it?
Tang Cheng planned to visit Miss Zhizi late at night. The main purpose was to search for the antique calligraphy and paintings that might exist in the Japanese woman's house. But now that he thought about it carefully, Tang Cheng suddenly realized that he did not seem to have the skills to transport a large number of antique calligraphy and paintings out of Nanjing. Ability. Even if he could ask the Japanese woman where the antiques were hidden, and then successfully take them out of Nanjing, where could he hide them?
A series of questions flashed through Tang Cheng's mind. These questions were all things he had neglected before, but now that he thought about them, they were due to his lack of careful consideration in advance. To be honest, Tang Cheng does not think that antique calligraphy and painting are more important than human life. For Tang Cheng, these antique calligraphy and paintings are optional. The reason why he has not made a decision now is just because Tang Cheng I have never taken the initiative to back down from doing anything.
Halfway through smoking a cigarette, Tang Cheng, who had no clue in his mind, suddenly stopped what he was doing. Tang Cheng's actions tonight were just to prevent those antique calligraphy and paintings from being taken away by the Japanese. If the antique calligraphy and paintings that the Japanese woman might have had finally returned to her, Chinese people, Tangcheng's goal tonight can be regarded as achieved. From the antique calligraphy and paintings, he suddenly thought of the director who always loved collecting antiques. Tang Cheng's eyes lit up. He seemed to have found a way to break the situation.
When the phone rang, Secretary Yao, who was returning to the Intelligence Office from Zhang's house, happened to walk into the secretary's office. Secretary Yao was not the only one working overtime in the secretary's office, but the person who answered the phone immediately turned to look at Secretary Yao, who was taking off his coat. The director would never use an outside line to find him, but at this time, who would call him? Secretary Yao took off his coat and glanced out the window subconsciously. When he answered the phone, he was still wondering who was calling him.
"Uncle Yao, don't talk yet. Listen to me." Finally hearing Secretary Yao's voice on the phone, Tang Cheng, who was in the phone booth on the street, shouted anxiously and informed him on the phone of what he had planned. Secretary Yao. "Uncle Yao, let me tell you, if this Japanese woman is let go, I don't know how many of our Chinese treasures will be taken to Japan by this damn Japanese woman. Uncle Yao, the intelligence department is dedicated to opposing Japanese intelligence personnel. Military agencies, but I think the Intelligence Department also has the obligation to protect our Chinese treasures from being stolen by the Japanese."
When Tang Cheng said the last words, he was actually covered in goosebumps by the words. Secretary Yao on the other end of the phone couldn't help coughing. "Okay, just wait where you are. The director hasn't gotten off work yet. I'll ask the director what he means. I'll get back to you later." The director likes to collect antiques. Not many people know about this. But among these many people, Secretary Yao, a close confidant of the director, was not included.
"Virgin, Tang Cheng just called me!" Secretary Yao knocked on the door and entered the director's office. The director, who was flipping through the documents, looked up and saw Secretary Yao looking cautiously around the door. "Tang Cheng said that Sun Cheng's wife is a Japanese woman. Judging from the information he has now, this Japanese woman is not a Japanese intelligence agent, but a member of a Japanese non-governmental organization." Secretary Yao's words really aroused the director's attention. Interested, at the direction of the director, Secretary Yao continued.
"Tangcheng said that the real purpose of this Japanese non-governmental organization is to collect antique calligraphy and paintings from China under various names and smuggle them back to Japan. He called to prevent the Japanese woman from leaving Nanjing with Chinese antique calligraphy and paintings. That boy Said that he can handle this matter by himself, but he just wants us to help with the follow-up matters." While paying attention to the director's reaction, Secretary Yao said what Tang Cheng had just said, and at the same time he added some details of his own. .
"That boy is a monkey, and he can't sit still day after day!" After listening to Secretary Yao's words, the director threw the pen in his hand on the table, stood up, stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back for a while, and then turned around to look at Secretary Yao. "Take this matter with you personally, and after it's over, tell that kid to calm down for a while, and don't make trouble for me again before leaving Nanjing, otherwise I will take back Zhang Jianghe's transfer order."
The director's words were full of helplessness, but Secretary Yao didn't dare to think so. Not everyone can be called that boy by the director. Secretary Yao left the director's office and when he returned to the secretary's office, he immediately called a few close friends. However, he remembered at this moment that he said he would call Tang Cheng later, but when he hung up the phone, he didn't I don’t know the phone number in Tangcheng, what should I do?
Secretary Yao was like an ant on a hot pot. Unexpectedly, Tang Cheng called again. After picking up the phone and confirming that it was Tang Cheng on the other end of the phone, Secretary Yao felt relieved. Knowing that his plan had been approved by the director, Tang Cheng in the phone booth was secretly happy. Even if all the antiques, calligraphy and paintings recovered after this incident were over, Tang Cheng would be happy in his heart, at least there would be no bargains. The Japanese.
What's more, Tang Cheng gave the director a big gift in vain. In the future, when he or Zhang Jianghe made a mistake and offended someone, the director would at least have to speak out for himself. Therefore, Tang Cheng did not feel that if he handed over this matter, he would suffer any losses. After waiting for a while, Secretary Yao finally rushed over with someone. After a few pleasantries, Tang Cheng took them to the yard he rented in advance.
"I originally wanted to question the Japanese woman here. This yard was originally a place where grocers stacked goods. There is also a basement in the yard. Now that you are here, the director has also agreed to my plan. Wait for me After you get the person out, you might as well take him directly back to the headquarters for interrogation. That Japanese woman is not an intelligence agent, and there is absolutely no way she has received interrogation training. Then you just need to scare her, and maybe you can get the required information."
Tang Cheng said it in a relaxed manner, but Secretary Yao, who had never done any extortion, was still a little worried. Seeing this, Tang Cheng had no choice but to retract his previous words. There were so many people, and time seemed to pass quickly. Before we knew it, the time was approaching midnight. "Okay, I can go by myself. If you are impatient to wait, why not tidy up the basement in the yard first? We will ask the Japanese woman in the basement later."
Seeing that the time was almost up, Tang Cheng, who had changed into black clothes, left the small courtyard alone and quickly moved towards Sun Cheng's residence along the route he had planned. The total journey was only ten minutes, and Tang Cheng was running at full speed. In just one cigarette, Tang Cheng had already appeared under the wall of Sun Cheng's residence. Tang Cheng, who had already been here once, climbed over the wall with ease, avoided two groups of guards, and silently climbed up to the window sill on the second floor using his flying claws.
Sun Cheng, who died suddenly of illness, has been buried. Hirota Eeko, who pretended to be husband and wife with Sun Cheng, is now regarded as Sun Cheng's widow. Sun Cheng had no children and no other relatives in Nanjing, so Hirota Eeko naturally became the legal heir of all Sun Cheng's inheritance. When Tang Cheng climbed up the rope to the second floor, Hirota Eeko, who was separated by a wall, did not fall asleep. Hirota Eeko, who always felt that something was wrong but could not find any clues, was taking stock of the properties left by Sun Cheng.
It took a lot of money for Sun Cheng to make friends with many dignitaries from both military and political positions. If it weren't for the support of the smuggling business, Sun Cheng might have already been unable to make ends meet. Hirota Eeko knew that the smuggling business was very profitable, and she would naturally not choose to give up the already established smuggling business. However, Sun Cheng's account records were too confusing, and Hirota Eeko had not completely sorted it out after two days of sorting it out. Hirota Eeko, who was busy, suddenly smelled a strange fragrance. After a few breaths, she suddenly felt weak in her limbs. Hirota Eeko's eyes were dim, and she collapsed in front of the table.
After successfully releasing Mi Xiang, Tang Cheng immediately opened the window and jumped into the room. He first confirmed that Hirota Zhizi had been knocked down by Mi Xiang, and then Tang Cheng began to rummage through the hidden compartments and safes in the room. "Uncle Yao, I leave this person to you. Whether to kill or release, it's up to you." Guangtian Zhizi, who was like a pork roll tied with blankets and ropes, was handed over by Tangcheng to Secretary Yao and others. Yan Ming Guangtian Zhizi Just dazed by the smoke, Tang Cheng said that he would not participate in what happened next.
Secretary Yao saw that Tang Cheng came back empty-handed. He would never have thought that Tang Cheng had not only found more than a dozen gold bars and several pieces of high-quality jade from Sun Cheng's residence, but also more than five thousand US dollars in cash. . Tangcheng, who has already benefited from it, will naturally not participate in what happens next. Antiques, calligraphy and paintings that cannot be sold are naturally not as useful as cash.
