Half a month later, the rosy-faced Zuo Zhong and the lame Wu Chunyang returned to the Secret Service together. Chiefs of various departments came to congratulate Zuo Zhong on his escape.
Zuo Zhong had some false talk with these people, and then ran to Dai Chunfeng's office. Considering that there would be more and more affairs at Hong Gong Temple in the future, and Zuo Zhong's matter, Lao Dai gradually started working here.
"Shen Zhong, I get scared every time I see the scene. I must bring enough guards with me when I go out in the future." Dai Chunfeng warned seriously.
"Yes, teacher. Students will definitely pay attention in the future. Who knew they would attack witnesses so blatantly? It's really..." Zuo Zhong still looked incredulous.
Dai Chunfeng clicked on the file on the table: "What's unexpected is that this case involves several young officers in the army, and these people are just waiting to be beheaded? Shen Zhong, you still lack experience."
Zuo Zhong was silent, knowing in his heart that Dai Chunfeng was right. Until that firefight, he had faced this era with a game-playing attitude, but the cruel reality told him that this era and this job were not a game.
When he was in the hospital, he had made up his mind to build a capable armed force in addition to the team of people seeking information. As for the candidates, he was already thinking about it.
Seeing that Zuo Zhong was silent, Dai Chunfeng knew that he understood the seriousness, so he stopped talking and talked about an important matter: "Shen Zhong," after the incident in the nursing home, I feel that the organizational structure of the headquarters' back office is still imperfect. For example, yours There are multiple teams under the Reconnaissance Section, but the scope of work often overlaps, and in any case they need to be overhauled.
I have decided to reorganize the Investigation Section into the Intelligence Section. You will be the acting section chief. It will consist of the East China Section, the South China Section and other local units, the Statistics Unit, the Police Academy Unit, the Confidential Letters Unit, the Military Unit and other functional units. In addition to the Medical Clinic, you How to see. "
What do I think? Of course, I sit and watch. After Zuo Zhong complained, he nodded repeatedly: "Teacher, I think this division by region can clarify the authority and enhance the efficiency of intelligence work. The students admire it."
Dai Chunfeng said with regret: "Unfortunately, the Secret Service has only set up stations in Peiping, Jinmen, Shanghai, Yangcheng and other places. The major districts are also in name only. Compared with other agencies, they are far behind."
Zuo Zhong has also learned about it these days. As a result of the development of the party's party headquarters in various places, the strength is very strong. The operational investigation section has a large number of people and sufficient funds, but Zuo Zhong feels that the Secret Service can still be saved.
"Teacher, don't worry, I think as long as the Secret Service finds its position correctly, it might be able to win. The Secret Service headquarters is targeting the underground party, and so is the Nanchang Xingying Investigation Section.
Then why should we struggle with them in this regard? The Secret Service will vigorously eliminate Japanese spies and develop overseas intelligence agencies. By the time they come to their senses, they may not be able to recover. "
There was a reason for Zuo Zhong's suggestion. He would definitely not attack the underground party. If that day came, he would have to consider running away to the southwest as a last resort.
In order to avoid this situation from happening, it is necessary to direct Dai Chunfeng's attention to overseas spies. This will not only serve the country, but also prevent colleagues from fighting.
Dai Chunfeng closed his eyes and thought for a while, and felt that what Zuo Zhong said made sense. The secret service headquarters had senior qualifications and many talents, and the operational investigation section had a convenient location. It was really difficult for the secret service to make a difference in the underground party.
"Shen Zhong, what you said is right. I will consider it, but I cannot completely relax the monitoring of the underground party. Internal screening must also be carried out. I would rather kill ten thousand by mistake than let one go." Dai Chunfeng felt that he was not in a hurry. He still wanted to think about it.
It's not bad to have such a result. Zuo Zhong said with a playful smile: "Teacher, you can make arrangements for the chiefs and deputy chiefs of the Intelligence Department. You know, I really don't have many that can be used."
Dai Chunfeng laughed angrily: "You, you, why don't you just let me go?"
"Of course that's good!" Zuo Zhong looked serious.
Zuo Zhong just wanted to catch Japanese spies and get some information for the underground party. He was not interested in the struggle for power within the Secret Service.
What's more important is that Dai Chunfeng will definitely deploy personnel. He might as well pretend to let go and win greater trust. Besides, he really has no talent available.
Sure enough, Dai Chunfeng slapped the table: "Okay, I will consider it, but you also have to consider it. Our cause needs assistants and comrades. For example, Song Minghao and Wu Chunyang from the anti-espionage team, I think they are very good."
Zuo Zhongshan smiled and rubbed his hands: "Students are too lazy to care about these things. Teacher, students will do whatever they say. In addition, can you let me choose some staff by myself? I think the students in the special training class in Hangzhou are pretty good." .”
Dai Chunfeng was then satisfied: "That's right. You choose the personnel yourself. You arrange them first. If there are not enough personnel, tell me and I will select some people to help you."
Zuo Zhong resigned with satisfaction. In addition to manpower, Dai Chunfeng also approved a special amount of funds to purchase the equipment and installation expenses required by the Intelligence Section.
Back in the office, Zuo Zhong first found the list of members of the Hangcheng special training class to see if he could choose some people from it. He also had a few candidates in mind.
One is the female spy Fu Ling during the shootout. Zuo Zhong opened fire on the second floor to attract fire. She killed several people in one fell swoop. She is accurate in marksmanship, smart, courageous, and decisive, and is worthy of training.
The other one is Gui Youguang. This kid is a student of the police academy like him. He is good at fighting and shooting. He is also tall. He is most suitable as a human shield by his side.
More importantly, Zuo Zhongke still remembered that this kid was against him in the special training class. He first kept him by his side for training, and then threw him to lurk in the Northeast three or seven years later. Well, that was the decision.
In addition, Song Minghao and Wu Chunyang are indeed useful. Song Minghao is well-connected and has wide connections; Wu Chunyang lives and dies with him, is smart enough, and can make money.
The only thing worth worrying about is whether there will be any articles in what Dai Chunfeng said about him. Zuo Zhong thought about it again and again, thinking that he would not let them come into contact with the underground party in the future, so he used it however he wanted.
At that moment, Zuo Zhong called Song Minghao. This old boy was a standard official fan. He was slippery and not easy to master, but if he used it well, he would be a good helper.
When Song Minghao heard Zuo Zhong summoned him, he came in a hurry. Zuo Zhong was the team leader before, and he was the deputy team leader. Their statuses were not far apart, so it was easy to flatter them. But now that Zuo Zhong is the section chief, it's beyond his reach to even flatter him.
"Hello, Section Chief, do you have anything to tell me?" Song Minghao bowed, his face full of flattery.
Zuo Zhong didn't say anything. He blew on the hot tea in his hand and took a few sips. It wasn't until Song Minghao's head was dripping with sweat that he spoke slowly.
"Old Song, the director is planning to reorganize the Investigation Section. From now on, the Investigation Section will be called the Intelligence Section. I'll make the decision. From now on, you will be the section chief of the Military Section, responsible for military intelligence."
When Song Minghao heard this, he burst into tears. He thought that Song Minghao had been working in the revolutionary cause for so many years and had gone through life and death many times, but his position had always been occupied by the deputy team leader, and it was not because there was no one above him.
He had spent so much money to beg Zhao Lijun, but in the end he was in vain. If Zuo Zhong hadn't let him off intentionally, he might have gone to the northwest to carry sand.
Let’s talk about military stocks. This is a big fat loss. There are many connections in the military. Any private goods or reselling are all money in vain. The good days of me, Old Song, are finally coming.
Song Minghao choked with sobs and said: "Section Chief, you are really my nobleman, Old Song. Please rest assured. From now on, if you point to the east, I will never go west. If you say to beat a dog, I will never chase a chicken."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I won't treat you badly if you work hard in the future. Ask Wu Chunyang to come over." This is all nonsense. Zuo Zhong's head was full of black lines, and he regretted promoting this old official.
After finally getting rid of Song Minghao, Zuo Zhong checked the old boy's grateful look on his face and marked him as having his first official team.
A sneaky voice sounded outside the door: "Section Chief, you are looking for me."
Wu Chunyang didn't know what he was thinking. Every time he came to Zuo Zhong's office, he was always cunning. If the guards in the Secret Service didn't know him, he would have been arrested several times.
Zuo Zhong waved: "Come in and sit down. You have an injury on your leg. I came to see you for a good reason."
Hearing this, Wu Chunyang came in with a cane, sat down, and complained nonchalantly: "What good thing can come from it, it's just a reward of dozens of dollars. These bastards, how dare they leave me behind, if I hadn't been so lucky... ..."
Wu Chunyang was really pitiful. He was left out of the scene and stepped on many times.
Zuo Zhong felt sorry for him. If he hadn't fought tooth and nail to stop the gunman at the back door, it would have been hard to say who would have lived and who would have died that day.
Thinking of this, Zuo Zhong pushed his heart to his heart and said: "Chunyang, you and I will live and die together, so I won't say anything unnecessary. From now on, the reconnaissance section will be changed to the intelligence section. You will be appointed as the chief of the confidential correspondence section. You will be promoted first. I’ll find a way to help you later.”
Wu Chunyang stood up immediately: "What? Section Chief? Section Chief, are you kidding me?"
This news really scared him. Being promoted directly from a team member to a unit leader was simply sensational. He couldn't even think of such a good thing.
"You're just a section chief, and you're not a big official. You need to take good care of your injuries. From now on, you have to let me take control of the confidential letter section. Do you hear me? Hey, are your legs healed?"
"Ah, it hurts me so much."
Power is really a good medicine for men. After being promoted, Song Minghao seemed to be ten years younger. Wu Chunyang didn't even use crutches anymore. It was simply a medical miracle.
Zuo Zhong's arrangement had deep meaning. Wu Chunyang was in the hospital these days, and Dai Chunfeng had no chance to win over him, so he was considered reliable.
The secret letter unit receives and sends various documents, which is a good place to obtain intelligence. Zuo Zhong must find a trustworthy person to take control of this position.
As for the female spy Fu Ling, she was even more confused when she was called. Although the department said that she would be repaid for her work that day, she gave up hope when she heard thunder but no rain.
Unexpectedly, after being called to the office by Zuo Zhong, she would be directly promoted from a member of the Action Section to the deputy chief of the Statistics Section of the Intelligence Section. Fu Ling knew that Zuo Zhong intended to train her.
Looking at the shocked Fu Ling, Zuo Chongyun said calmly: "I know you were a student in Class C. At that time, your main course was accounting. When you got to the statistics section, you had refreshments. We have all experienced life and death together. There are some things that others will forget. ,I won't."
Listening to Zuo Zhong's words, Fu Ling was moved to tears and looked like she would die for him.
After she went out, there was another tick in Zuo Zhong's notebook, and now only a certain big man was left, Zuo Zhong said to himself.
