Hosokawa Ryousuke was shocked. This was the first time that the usually pleasant-looking Kahun Shengyi had refuted him so harshly in front of others.
He knew that this spring Shengyi was dissatisfied with him.
In Japan, the concept of hierarchy is a survival principle engraved in everyone's bones, and no one dares to cross it.
This spring Sheng Yi was always kind to him because of Tu Fei Yuan's reputation behind him, and he knew this very well.
He excluded and suppressed his peers and brutally beat and scolded his subordinates, none of which exceeded the bottom line of class differences. As long as it does not affect the overall situation, Jin Chun Shengyi will not be too harsh, but will instead regard it as a balancing method for his subordinates.
However, if he dares to be disrespectful to Jin Chun Shengyi, then he has touched the bottom line. Even if Jin Chun Shengyi takes advantage of the situation, it will be frivolous to remove him, and the rich man behind him has nothing to say.
Therefore, he could only lower his head unwillingly and express his obedience to Jin Chun Shengyi.
Otomo Ichiro saw all this and was very satisfied.
Hum hum, you are a reckless man who only knows how to use knives and guns. When it comes to strategies, you are no better than a pig.
But he kept his expression, and just said slowly: "Please think about it, what has the Secret Service Shanghai District done the most in the past year?"
"What else can you do? You just want to spy on our intelligence. Why don't you even think about it?" Now it was Hosokawa Ryosuke's turn to be disdainful.
Miyashita Yuta was thoughtful. Of course he knew that the secret service mainly focused on spying on Japan's military intelligence, but from a practical perspective, they had many actions that were not just for intelligence.
Thinking of this, he frowned and said: "Most of the operations of the Secret Service recently have been assassinations, and many of the assassination targets are pro-Japanese Chinese." But when he said this, he seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes gradually brightened. stand up.
Otomo Ichiro glanced at Ikaharu Seiichi, who still showed no expression, and said with a smile, "This is the opportunity I mentioned. I found that in addition to spying on intelligence, the main function of the Secret Service is to severely punish pro-Japanese elements. Whether it is In Shanghai or Hangzhou, in the past year, several informants installed by us, as well as celebrities who showed goodwill to the empire, have been assassinated."
"Since even some insignificant pro-Japanese elements have been assassinated, what will their attitude be towards the traitors within themselves?"
Having said this, even Ryosuke Hosokawa, who was regarded as stupid as a pig by Otomo Ichiro, also came to his senses.
Yes, judging from the methods of the Secret Service, what they hate most are the pro-Japanese Chinese and the internal personnel who surrendered and rebelled.
From this point of view, Gao Changfu, who seemed to have lost his use value, has become a fragrant bait again.
Sooner or later, the Chinese will send assassins to assassinate Gao Changfu. As long as they are carefully arranged, it may be another very good trapping opportunity.
After thinking about this clearly, Hosokawa Ryosuke was a little annoyed. Why didn't he think of this?
Could it be that I was really as...a bit stupid as this hateful Otomo Ichiro said?
Ignoring Hosokawa Ryosuke, who was already doubting his life, Haru Shengichi said approvingly to Otomo Ichiro: "Otomo-kun is indeed the think tank of my special high school class, and he immediately proposed this very feasible plan."
Having said this, he looked around at the crowd and said: "Otomo-kun will be solely responsible for this matter. Elite personnel from the action team and intelligence team will be mobilized to form a special team, with Otomo-kun as the team leader."
Having said this, he stared at Ryosuke Hosokawa and said: "Hosokawa-kun must cooperate fully and hand over Gao Changtong to Otomo-kun today without delay."
Hosokawa Ryosuke knew that there was no room for recovery, so he could only bow and nod: "Hey!"
Jin Chun Shengyi turned to look at Miyashita Yuta and said: "For information about the Nanjing Party Training Corps and the commander named Zhou Wen, you must keep in touch with the North China side at all times and report to me as soon as there is any new information."
"Hey!"
"Then, gentlemen, for the great cause of the empire and for His Majesty the Emperor, let us all work together!"
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
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In the evening of the same day as the secret meeting of the Super High School, in a private room called Hongyun Tea House in the French Concession, a tall man in a long gown was sitting alone at the tea table with his legs crossed and drinking tea. while reading a newspaper.
At several tables not far from this private room, guests in different costumes were sitting. Everyone was just talking about which street was blocked by today's heavy rain and which store was flooded. topics like that.
The bustling lobby shows that this teahouse is doing good business today.
Only the shopkeeper of this teahouse was a little surprised.
Usually during this dinner time, the restaurant business is at its slowest. Although the teahouse also provides some snacks and pastries, they can't be eaten as meals, right?
But the surprise only flashed through his heart. It was of course a happy thing to still have business at this time. For this reason, he specially asked Dr. Tea to ask the guests at each table if they needed food. Even if the tea house couldn't make it, he could also ask the waiters to sell it in the surrounding areas.
It's just that he didn't know that these guests really came at this time. Because there were few other guests, it was convenient for the guests sitting outside to clearly observe the surrounding environment and better protect the one sitting in the private room. Men in kaftans.
From this point of view, the man sitting in the elegant room must have a somewhat noble status.
This person is Weng Minghui, the district chief of the Shanghai District of the Secret Service (the Shanghai District was changed to Shanghai Station after the establishment of military unification in 1937), code-named 'Boss', who Japan's Shanghai Special High School never forgets and wants to get rid of immediately.
The people sitting outside are naturally some agents from the Shanghai District, responsible for protecting the safety of the district chief.
While the guests at several tables were chatting in low voices, another middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit came up from the stairs. After he came up, he glanced at a man at one of the tables incomprehensibly, but he saw that the man had the same attitude. Wei Wucha nodded, and the man in Chinese tunic turned around and opened the door and entered the private room.
In the private room, Weng Minghui's eyes showed joy when he saw someone coming in. He stood up, stretched out his hand and said, "Chen Qiang, long time no see."
But the man in Chinese tunic suit stood at attention and saluted: "Report to the district chief, Chen Qiang, a humble official, has come to report."
After finishing speaking, he stepped forward and held Weng Minghui's hand.
It turns out that this person is Chen Qiang, the leader of the Shanghai District Action Group of the Secret Service.
"You! There are no outsiders here. When we old classmates meet, we don't need to be too polite."
Chen Qiang chuckled and said, "Brother Minghui, etiquette cannot be discarded. Besides, you are my direct superior. I have to set an example for my brothers, right?"
It can be seen that these two people are really classmates, or they are classmates with a relatively good relationship.
