"Wow~~"
"The foreign exchange and gold black markets were investigated, why didn't anyone report it to me! This director wants to ask you something. Speak!" Xu Enzeng swept all the documents and ornaments on his desk to the ground, then held his waist with one hand and pointed to the lower body in front of him with one hand. The backbone of the Central Government, with their heads hanging, roared angrily.
He had just come out of his sister-in-law's house with a sore back and weak legs. Before he had time to reflect on it, he was shocked by the reports from his subordinates. Neihui Bank, Foreign Exchange Speculators, Meifeng Bank and Aetifeng Insurance had all been confiscated.
This means that all his gray income channels have been cut off. As the saying goes, money is the courage of a hero. Without money, how can he support so many confidants? Without money, how can he win over these confidants.
Thinking of this, he glanced at the crowd and asked fiercely: "That so-and-so reported to me two days ago. Why didn't you mention these things? Did you hide it deliberately? I'll kill him!" The little spies' heads were even lower. Well, the person Xu Enzeng was talking about disappeared yesterday. It is said that he went to another place to perform a secret mission under the orders of Director Shen Dongxin. He may have left the mountain city.
But no one dared to say this. The other party was once a close confidant of the deputy director. This time, he suddenly got in touch with director Zhu. The meaning behind it was obvious. This meant that there was a mole around the deputy director again. .
Xu Enzeng was confused by the reaction of his subordinates. He grabbed one person and asked again, but the little agent just shook his head desperately and did not answer. Xu Enzeng pushed the person away and grabbed another person.
He asked for a long time, and finally one of his confidants couldn't bear that his boss was kept in the dark, so he told the matter hesitantly. After hearing this, Xu Enzeng let go of his collar and walked to the desk.
"Second Officer, don't be angry, you're so angry..." the little agent who answered whispered, and then he saw Xu Enzeng took out his gun from the drawer and pointed it at him. He looked at the black muzzle of the gun and was frightened. You have to shut your mouth tightly and raise your hands.
"Boom, boom, boom!" Three deafening gunshots rang out in the office. Brown twisted the muzzle of his gun and sprayed out flames. The Central Unification agents fled, rolling and crawling in search of cover, shouting for mercy.
The little spy who was the target didn't run away, but a light rain began to fall on his crotch. He stood there shaking all over, with tears of regret in his eyes.
Xu Enzeng slowly put down the pistol pointed at the ceiling and ordered coldly in the smoke: "Assemble the troops and go to the military command. I want to ask Dai Chunfeng and Zuo Zhong what they want to do." He could tolerate other things, but he couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't bear to lose his wealth. This was related to his control over the Central Government. Without the tiger skin of the deputy director of the Central Government, people who wanted to kill him could line up from the mountain city to Jinling.
But before the agents could go out, the phone on the desk suddenly rang. Xu Enzeng impatiently picked up the phone and asked loudly who it was, and then his expression changed again and again.
On the phone, Pingshi's elegant Chen Baoxiao said: "Xu Enzeng, are you crazy? Why are you suggesting that the Second Department of the Military Command crack down on the black market? Are you too busy? If you are too busy, just talk to your aunt Don't cause trouble for me if you stay at home or go to other women to have a good time. Do you know that this matter has become a big deal. Dai Chunfeng's people arrested all the people working in domestic foreign exchange, foreign exchange, gold and insurance in the black market. , Mr. Lei Wen from Meifeng Bank called me. They want your life! Not only Mr. Lei Wen, but now the black market bosses in the entire mountain city want your life. I can’t help you if you want to deal with the military commander. , but you must not use the black market as an excuse, understand. I will only give you one day to deal with this matter immediately, otherwise you will prepare to go to Northeast China or Japan. You will come back when you defeat the Japanese, okay? ?" When Xu Enzeng heard what Chen said, he immediately panicked. He knew his own affairs and wanted to rely on the government's own strength to defeat the Japanese, so he would have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse.
Thinking of his previous trip to the Northeast with the little Wang Ba Dan named Zuo, he swore to Da Chen that he would resolve the matter as soon as possible until the other party hung up the phone with a bang.
Slowly putting the microphone back on the microphone stand, Xu Enzeng sat down on the stool. After a moment of silence, he looked up at his subordinates and waved his hand to order them to go out first.
As for going to the military command to recruit people, he might as well forget it for the time being. He was afraid that he would be beaten to death before he even stepped out of the Zhongtong gate, so he could only find a solution from the official side.
After thinking for a long time, Xu Enzeng spread out the official paper with a dark face, picked up a pen and wrote one line on it - "Several Suggestions on Suspension of Combating the Black Market". He knew that as soon as this contradictory official document was sent, his His face was trampled into the mud by the military commander, but there was nothing he could do. If he wanted Master Dai Chunfeng to let go, he had to do this.
Face, face is not as important as life. The black market in Shancheng is very deep. Maybe someone in the Central Bureau of Statistics wants his head. No, it is not possible, it is certain.
While Xu Enzeng was racking his brains to write a report to the top management, Zuo Zhong was drinking tea in a safe room of the military command and reading the newspaper with his legs crossed, feeling indescribably leisurely and comfortable.
The military commander has finished his moves. Where to go depends on the central commander. To be precise, it depends on how Xu Enzeng chooses. If he fights, the military commander will not be afraid. If he admits defeat, the military commander will not suffer.
Having arrested so many black marketeers, not to mention the seized assets, the fines alone can make them a small fortune, and Xu Enzeng is also blamed. This kind of good thing is rare.
Zuo Zhong smiled while flipping through the newspapers flown back from enemy-occupied areas, and his eyes accidentally caught a headline, "Mr. Ji arrived in Shanghai, the Japanese troops stationed in Shanghai are on standby, beware of Fruit Party assassins."
Under the title is a large photo, with Mr. Ji and his wife standing in the middle. In the photo, Mr. Ji has an expressionless face, and Mr. Ji’s wife has her head raised high, as if they have done something extraordinary.
Next to them were the smiling Japanese Army Ministry Military Affairs Chief Kage Sasaki, Major General Suga Hikojiro of the Navy Ministry, Foreign Ministry Recorder and Kōain Clerk Kono Seiki, and Representative Inukai Jian, Osako Tosada, the chief official of the Special Committee on China.
The information on these people is all in the military commander's archives. With the help of Hayashi Fuichiro, the military commander has collected a lot of Japanese intelligence, and finally he is not blind to the enemy.
On the left side of the photo, Ryosuke Nagaya, the left official of the Special Committee on China, is pointing at the reporter taking the photo, as if to warn him not to take photos, while only half of his face is shown.
On the other side of the photo, Tongsuo, dressed in black, was pressed tightly against the smiling Ji Yunqing, the leader of the Shanghai Cao Gang. The two of them stretched their heads and wanted to get closer, but were blocked by a group of Japanese soldiers.
There were enemies, partners, friends, and subordinates in a small photo. Zuo Zhong slowly closed the newspaper, closed his eyes and tapped his thighs with his fingers.
It seems that the Japanese really can't hold on any longer and want to use China to control the country. Also, since the war started, the army was not worthless. Japan's officers above the left were killed in the hundreds. .
For example, during the Battle of Echeng last year, the plane of Kazuo Ogasawara, attached to the Aviation Technical Headquarters of the General Staff Headquarters, disappeared. This man was also a lieutenant general, huh?
Why would you say anything? It’s strange~ In short, a Japanese lieutenant general who is alive and dead cannot be seen, and there is a lot of discussion from the outside world. After several days, the Japanese military shyly said that the opponent was shot down by the Guojun Air Force and has gone to hell. Meiji.
If the fight continues like this, I'm afraid more Japanese generals will be killed by the locusts.
"Summoned", the Japanese are not stupid, and naturally they will not continue to fight stupidly. Zuo Zhong sighed again for the failure of the Hanoi operation, but it was a pity that Ji was not killed.
"Report." After an unknown amount of time, Wu Chunyang walked into the room and shouted, and then began to report: "Deputy Chairman, this operation against the black market has been successfully concluded, and all the persons involved and the stolen goods have been brought back."
"Yes." Zuo Zhong kept pointing his fingers and asked nonchalantly: "What about the specific number of people and quantity? Have you found any abnormalities? There is a mixed bag of fish and dragons in the black market. Maybe there are other sources of information hidden." Wu Chunyang immediately replied: "We have arrested a total of 531 people involved in the crime were arrested, all of whom were well-known figures on the black market, and the currency and precious metals seized were equivalent to 800,000 U.S. dollars."
"How much?!" Zuo Chong opened his eyes suddenly, stood up and asked in disbelief, even his voice changed. Even in later generations, 800,000 US dollars is still a large amount, let alone in this era.
"It is indeed 800,000 US dollars. The general affairs department has verified it several times." Wu Chunyang was still shocked when he thought of the mountains of property in the vault, and then continued.
"No suspicious circumstances have been discovered yet. Except for money, no radio stations or dangerous items were found. However, I met an acquaintance, Francois Huang, who I met in Jiangcheng. In fact, when I went to Ji Boxian's safe house last time, I I also saw him nearby, and I guessed that he came to the mountain city to escape, but I didn't expect that this person was engaged in black market gold trading." Francois Huang came to the mountain city?
Did it appear around Ji Boxian's safe house? Zuo Zhong walked around the room with his hands behind his back and looked at Wu Chunyang: "Why didn't you mention it in the last action report? Where is he now? Did you not give him any means?" Wu Chunyang shook his head and explained: " No, I arranged a room for him and came here to report to you immediately. As for the last time, the other party had no intersection with our actions. Moreover, according to the requirements of the superiors, the action of destroying Jiangcheng's strategic materials and factories must not have written materials. In order to prevent the Japanese from taking advantage of it, the humble position was not written down." After all, blowing up the country's industrial facilities is not a glorious thing, and it cannot be written down in black and white. If the Japanese get it, you will let someone's face go. Where to put it.
Therefore, Wu Chunyang was right not to write this matter in the report. If he had written Francois Huang's name, he would have had to explain how the two parties knew each other, which would be a bit troublesome.
Recalling the banana man with yellow skin and white flesh in his mind, Zuo Zhong narrowed his eyes for some reason, then called Wu Chunyang and walked out.
When the two of them rushed back to the bureau headquarters by car, when they arrived outside an office, they immediately heard someone inside shouting loudly: "Sir, let me go. I have done meritorious service for you, and I don't want that gold anymore. God┴ Ah, what on earth did I do wrong? The residence in Jiangcheng was blown to pieces by the Japanese. I finally made it to the mountain city, but was arrested by my own people again. Please forgive me." Sure enough, it was Francois... Huang, the other party's peculiar accent and damn translator's accent are hard for most people to imitate. You can tell he's a traitor as soon as he hears it.
Zuo Zhong smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to push open the door, and said with a smile: "Ah ha, my friend, we meet again. Why, I heard that your business has reached Shancheng, why don't you come to me." François Huang, who was handcuffed, burst into tears when he saw an old acquaintance. He rushed to Zuo Zhong, took his hand and said with tears in his eyes: "Sir, why did you come here?"
