"Yankee" cruise ship.
Gui Youguang resumed his native boy's attire, came to the door of Zuo Zhong's cabin, and knocked on the door rhythmically.
After a moment, the hatch opened with a creak, and the bald man looked around and walked in sideways.
"It's going well."
Zuo Zhong, who turned around and sat back on the stool, looked at the other person and asked casually.
"Smoothly, Jinling District and subordinate Feicheng and other stations have resumed operations, and the organizational structure has been rearranged according to your instructions.
However, various places need radio stations, secret codes, electrical materials and accessories, and some are still short of operators. These must be solved as soon as possible. "
Gui Youguang put his ear against the door, listening to the movement outside, and gave a brief report.
"Has the reason for the loss of contact in Jinling District been found?"
"The preliminary conclusion is that the radio station malfunctioned. The humidity around Wuliang Temple was relatively high, and electrical materials were prone to short circuits."
"Is there any problem with the lurking person's ideological dynamics?"
"There are no rebels who surrender to the enemy, but they are passive and fearful of war."
"What arrangements have you made?"
"Before leaving, I arranged for the newly formed team to launch an attack on Jinling."
The two of them asked and answered questions, and Gui Youguang reported the harvest and findings of the trip one by one, and then explained the attack plan in detail.
Zuo Zhong nodded as he listened. It would be great if no one from the higher-ups in Jinling District surrendered, otherwise they would be in big trouble. No matter what they did, what they feared most was being stabbed by one of their own people.
But just because of a radio station, it has caused such serious consequences and lost so many elites, which is really disappointing.
It seems that other local district stations need to establish backup communication systems to prevent this from happening again.
The radio station only cost a few dollars, and those rigorously trained intelligence personnel were the military commander's most valuable asset. This was something he and Dai Chunfeng had neglected.
As for the breach of attack, it can indeed play a role in boosting military morale.
Intelligence officers are also human beings, they also have joys, sorrows, and times of vulnerability.
With so many comrades fighting side by side making heroic sacrifices, it is understandable that the remaining personnel in Jinling District will inevitably have emotional fluctuations.
Faced with this situation, reprimands and punishments will only be counterproductive, and they should be allowed to vent their anger and resentment on their enemies.
If it were him, he would handle it this way. This time Gui Youguang finally learned to use his brain, and his hard work was not in vain.
At this point, the five tasks of reconstruction, sanctions, rescue, investigation and retaliation have been successfully completed.
It won't take long for Shanghai District and Jinling District to start working again, providing a steady stream of information to Shancheng.
The two traitors, He Xingjian and Chen Mingchu, were also punished as they deserved and became street lamp decorations.
Cai Shengchu of Anqing Station was successfully rescued and is currently recuperating at the naval camp in Ozawa River.
The screening for Zheng Shisong also had a good result, and he was assigned the number 76 by the way.
The three attacks in Anqing, Shanghai and Jinling dealt a heavy blow to the Japanese and traitors, avenging them with one stone.
In addition, Ozawa and his men were dragged into the water, and the military commander had a stable supply channel from Shanghai to the mountain city.
In the future, countless supplies urgently needed by the government will be transported to the Kuomintang-controlled areas through this channel. This is an unexpected surprise.
Now that the mission was completed, it was time for them to leave Shanghai. Zuo Zhong stood up and took out a small notebook from his trouser pocket and handed it to Gui Youguang.
"Go to the telegraph office, report the results to the bureau and headquarters, and ask for instructions on the next work plan. If not, we will return to the mountain city as soon as possible.
Remember, do not send it directly to the headquarters. Send it to the North American station first and then forward it to them. This is the clear text codebook for communication between the headquarters and the North American station.
With so many things happening, the Japanese will definitely carry out strong telegraph reconnaissance, and the telegraph office will definitely have spy spies of the Japanese. It is better to be careful. "
The so-called plaintext codebook.
It is to hide certain information in Morse code. After the receiving party receives the message, it can replace some common words to obtain intelligence.
For example, "Friday" in the clear text actually means "action", and "morning" means "smoothness".
Then a telegram that says "Friday morning" can be understood to mean that the operation went smoothly and the information was passed on like this.
If there is no corresponding cipher master, even if the message is intercepted, from the enemy's perspective, it is just a very ordinary plaintext message.
However, this communication method also has disadvantages, that is, it cannot transmit information that is too long. After all, the number of commonly used words is limited.
And it cannot be used for a long time, otherwise the enemy will easily find the patterns by comparing the existing intelligence with previous telegrams.
After finishing speaking, Zuo Zhong pointed to the paper and pen on the table and added, letting Gui Youguang write the message in his cabin.
Gui Youguang looked down at the code pad in his hand, then looked up at Zuo Zhong's trouser pocket, his head filled with question marks.
Where did the codebook come from?
They didn't bring any sensitive items with them when they set off from the mountain city, and they were inspected so many times by the Japanese on the way.
Could it be that the deputy director got it from Shanghai District while he was away from Shanghai?
Shaking his head in confusion, Gui Youguang sat on a stool and quickly wrote a message that looked extremely normal. He then left the Yankee as if nothing had happened, walked around the city a few times, put on makeup and headed to the telegraph office.
Three hours later.
Gui Youguang hurried back to the ship and handed Zuo Zhong a reply from the headquarters forwarded by the North District Station. If he hadn't waited for this reply, it would not have taken so long to generate electricity.
The Japanese and the concessions did have strict control over the telegraph bureau, but that was for suspicious telegrams sent to Kuomintang-controlled areas, and they would not be suspicious of clear telegrams sent overseas.
Zuo Zhong took the telegram, opened the plaintext codebook, compared it with the telegram and began to translate it. He quickly extracted a key piece of information from this ordinary commercial telegram.
"Port City, set off immediately."
Lao Dai wants to go to Hong Kong City by himself?
Zuo Zhong narrowed his eyes. There was only one person in the entire military command bureau who could give him orders. This order could and could only come from the cheap teacher Dai Chunfeng.
What happened in Hong Kong City required him, the deputy director, to go there. You must know that unless it is a strategic action, ordinary actions no longer require him to personally carry out the action.
After pondering for a while, he glanced at the calendar on the table. There were still several days before the "Yankee" returned to the United States. Do he need to change his identity and go to the port city through other means?
no.
Once they are evacuated now and the customs and police officers count the people before the cruise departs, their false identities will be exposed immediately. Although the incident in Shanghai is over, they still cannot leave too many identity clues to the Japanese.
After thinking about it, Zuo Zhong's eyes stopped on his wallet, and suddenly he thought of a person, the American captain who was desperate for money.
As long as such a person was given enough money, he would even dare to sell the captain's name, so it was not impossible to sail the ship in advance. Thinking of this, he immediately asked Gui Youguang to invite him.
After a while, the captain, smelling of alcohol, appeared outside the door. His huge body almost got stuck on the cabin door when he passed by, and he finally squeezed into the cabin with all his strength.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Third Officer, how can I help you? Of course, no matter what you do, there will be a fee."
As soon as he saw Zuo Zhong, the captain greeted him warmly and began to sell him. He even rubbed his three thick fingers together and made a gesture of counting money.
Seeing this, Zuo Zhong smiled slightly, did not go around in circles, and directly asked the other party how much it would cost to sail the ship in advance. At the same time, he took out his checkbook and picked up a pen to write out the number.
"Sail early? No, No, No!"
When the captain, who was originally smiling, heard Zuo Zhong's words, he quickly shook his head and waved his hands, shouting that he couldn't do it, what about the spirit of contract and business principles?
Spirit of Contract?
After hearing this, Zuo Zhong laughed directly. If Americans paid attention to this thing, the whole world would be too flat. He didn't bother to talk nonsense and directly started to report the numbers to the other party.
"$10,000."
"No, no, it's not about money."
"$20,000."
"Mr. Third Officer, the company will kill me."
"$30,000."
"This is not something that I can solve alone. The second mate, the real third mate, and many others..."
"$40,000."
"We're friends and I swear this is never going to be easy."
"$50,000."
After Zuo Zhong finished speaking, without waiting for the other party's consent, he directly wrote a series of numbers on the check, then stared closely at the greedy American and spoke word by word.
"This is the final offer. If you don't want to, just pretend I didn't say it. As for the check, you also pretend you haven't seen it."
As he spoke, he took out the lighter with one hand and clicked it, and slowly moved the $50,000 note towards the lighter with the other hand.
Just when the check was about to be ignited, the captain finally couldn't bear it any longer, stepped forward suddenly, closed the lighter, grabbed the check and said viciously.
"Deal! You're such a bastard!"
"Haha, thank you for the compliment, it's a pleasure to work with you."
Zuo Zhong smiled and replied, not worried at all that the other party would accept the money and not do the job. As long as he was not stupid, the other party should understand that since he could afford 50,000 yuan in remuneration, he would naturally be willing to spend more money to buy a person's life.
Those "shepherds" from Sicily will be happy to help, just kill a shipping company employee, let alone 50,000, there are people rushing to do it even if it is 10,000.
What's more important is that this check and the previous checks will never have the chance to be exchanged. Several one-way tickets from the United States to Southeast Asia are ready, just waiting for the "passengers" to take their seats.
He waved his hand and asked Gui Youguang to send the captain away. He walked to the deck alone and looked at the two sides of Huangpu River quietly, but his thoughts flew to the port city thousands of miles away.
"Buzz buzz..."
Suddenly, the mobile phone that had been silent for a long time vibrated slightly in the space. In confusion, Zuo Zhong walked to a secluded place and turned on the screen. A text message with the sender "Nobita" appeared in front of him.
"A visitor will arrive from the northwest in ten days. The destination is Hong Kong City."
Looking at the translated message, Zuo Zhong frowned. Lao Dai wanted to go to the city by himself. There were also people from the Japanese who went to the city. It was really lively today. It was a pity that the underworld didn't show up.
Just as he was thinking about it, his phone vibrated again. Looking at the word "Old K" on the screen, he shook his head helplessly, then put the phone back into space, and looked up at Shanghai in the distance.
(End of chapter)
