On the morning of the morning when the bandit suppression troops in the border area returned to their base, No. 29 Luojiawan, Shancheng was as busy as usual, with endless vehicles coming in and out.

Song Minghao hummed a small song and walked from the parking lot to the headquarters building, and kept greeting the passing spies, smiling, without the airs of the deputy director of the second department.

"Hello Director Song."

"Yeah, okay, go out and perform tasks?"

"Yes, Director."

"Be careful, do your best, and wait for the deputy seat to come back, I will ask for me for you."

After chatting for a few words, Song Minghao wiped his hair, slimmed his hair, climbed to the third floor in one breath, came to Guqi's office door, raised his hand and knocked, and then opened the door and walked in.

Inside the room, Guqi was sitting at the desk processing documents, his expression seemed a little tired. When he looked at the cigarette butts piled up in the ashtray, he obviously had not been asleep all night.

"Lao Gu, you can't do this. Your body will collapse. Don't rush to do business, just take your time."

Song Minghao picked up the bamboo-shell thermos, poured a cup of hot tea for himself and Guqi, walked to the other side and sat down and pushed the cup, and said with concern.

"Take it slow? Some people are just waiting to see our jokes, they can't slow down."

Gu Qi took a sip of strong tea, pinched his nose and looked at Song Minghao: "As soon as the deputy seat left, Li Qiwu, Wang Badan, jumped up and down, and the inspection office found troubles for one place and two places every day.

A few days ago, several brothers monitored suspicious people in the restaurant. During the mission, they ordered a few more dishes. He kept holding on, MD, holding chicken feathers as a command arrow, something.

Who doesn’t know that Li Qiwu is famous for being three feet tall? Now he pretends to be the master of Qingtian. I don’t even urinate and show off my virtues.”

When talking about Li Qiwu, Guqi suddenly became angry and said something rare. He even smashed the teacup in his hand on the table, sprinkling hot tea everywhere.

Even though he was angry, he was powerless. Li Qiwu was the chief secretary and was in charge of the inspection office. He had the power to correct the customs and rectify internal discipline.

On the other side, Song Minghao suddenly looked like a move, and he leaned over his head and lowered his voice: "Lao Gu, have you heard that Deputy Director Zhang Yifu is going to be transferred, which means that there is a seat in the bureau, so you have to hold on tight."

During the period of the Military Control Commission and the Secret Service, the senior management had always been in the form of one chief and three deputy chief. Director Dai Chunfeng, Zuo Chong, who was in charge of business work, Zheng Tingbing, who was in charge of logistics, and Zhang Yifu, the mascot.

Zhang Yifu is an old man from Fuxing Society, a student of Huangpu. He has served as a spy agent, group leader, training director, party affairs instructor, and head of the Nanchang Camp Investigation Section. He has a close relationship with the celebrity around someone.

But Xiao He succeeded and failed. Xiao He, a fire broke out at the Nanchang Airport, Wen Yi fell out of favor, the investigation department of the camp was immediately abolished and integrated into the secret service office. Zhang Yifu took a ride and became the deputy director.

This person has a low presence in the game. He is a good old man. He doesn't do anything but does not cause trouble. He has a good relationship with Zuo Chong and Li Qiwu.

After all, people don’t fight for anything, so where can they find such a “good colleague”? Therefore, they are willing to give him face and offer him a clay sculpture Bodhisattva in every aspect.

However, the middle-level spies of the Military Control Commission looked down on Zhang Yifu at all and often excluded the other party. When the matter reached Lao Dai, he supported Zhang Yifu on the surface, but never punished those who did the wrong things.

In such a working environment, Zhang Yifu was under great mental pressure and often couldn't sleep. A person in his thirties looked like a little old man.

After enduring for several years, the other party finally asked Shangfeng to change jobs this year. If this continues, there are probably more stars on the memorial wall of the Wuming Lieutenant of the Military Control Commission.

Considering Zhang Yifu's qualifications and his contributions during the investigation class, someone stroked his pen and said that Zhang Yifu was the delivery room and was promoted to become a member of the attendant's room.

But a question arises, who will replace the position of deputy director?

Intelligence work is different from other jobs. It has strong professionalism and is not something that everyone can do. Especially at the moment when the Sino-Japanese War is becoming increasingly fierce, the candidates for the deputy director of the Military Intelligence Bureau must be very cautious.

So if nothing unexpected happens, the deputy director must have been promoted from within the Military Commission. Currently, only two people are qualified to compete for this position.

One is Li Qiwu.

One is Guqi.

Guqi is also a veteran spy in the investigation department. He served as an investigation clerk, deputy section chief, and chief. Later, he left Zheng Tingbing's relationship with him and entered the secret service office. He started as the deputy section chief of the intelligence department and worked all the way to the director of the second department.

It's interesting to say that Guqi has a bad relationship with the "honor" Zheng Tingbing, but instead becomes the left and right arm of Zuo Chong.

This may be because Lao Zheng has too much appetite. Gu Qi cannot withstand his harm, and there is only a simple relationship between the two.

Let’s talk about Li Qiwu. Although the other party is a junior and does not have much front-line work experience, he has a personal relationship with Dai Chunfeng, which is a huge advantage.

The conflict with Zuo Chong and the competition for his position led to Li Qiwu targeting Gu Qi and Yi and Second Division. Recently, he has attracted a group of frustrated people in the bureau, intending to take advantage of Zuo Chong's absence to do something in the mountain city.

Guqi wiped the tea on the table with a handkerchief and said angrily: "Okay, it's mine, it's mine, it's useless if it's not mine. The decision on this matter is with the chairman. Even the deputy seat can't get in, so you don't have to worry for me."

Song Minghao grinned his teeth, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm not worried about you, but for myself. If you become the deputy director, the position of director is not..."

They are all old brothers who are aware of their roots and there is no need to hide their words. He happily admitted that he had set his sights on the throne of Director No. 2 and was waiting for Guqi to move him.

"Okay, okay, let's talk about the serious business first." Guqi waved his hand and asked seriously: "Is there any omissions in the printing factory's anti-espionage work? There can be no problems there, otherwise the work in the bureau will be paralyzed immediately."

Speaking of the serious matter, Song Minghao also returned to his seriousness and sat upright and promised: "Don't worry, I checked it several times, and the defense of the printing factory can be said to be as solid as a sacred person.

First of all, the printing factory implements closed management in the deep mountains, and has no external telephone lines installed. Only two high-power radio stations are responsible for communication and receiving production tasks and scheduling information.

In order to be foolproof, when the radio operator operates the radio station, there must be an operator, the printing factory manager and the guard manager present to prevent the news from leaking.

For security reasons, the radio stations in Shancheng are also kept in a secret safe house. There are also people on duty 24 hours a day, and the entire message transmission is carried out using human means."

Putting the radio outside seems to be a bit overkill, and even has safety risks, giving the enemy a chance to attack.

But the reality is that intelligence agencies have never had any secrets. If they don’t do this, they may not be able to use it for a day, and the printing factory will be well known.

Therefore, Song Minghao would rather start the stove outside. After talking about communication, he continued to introduce the transportation process and personnel situation.

"In addition, the raw materials and daily necessities used by the printing factory are transported to the transit point by Wu Jingzhong from the same place, and then transported by the printing factory.

The process of goods leaving the factory is just the opposite. The printing factory will first place the goods randomly, and then send the coordinates to Shancheng on the radio, waiting for the headquarters to receive them.

I also asked the technical department to monitor all the operations personnel who performed the mission. During the monitoring for more than a year, they never found anyone talking about this matter."

Guqi nodded with satisfaction, cut off external contacts, transfer of materials, monitoring personnel, independent communication, and four-pronged approaches can indeed ensure that the location of the printing factory is not known to outsiders, and at the same time, the production of yen is stable.

He looked at the mountains of reimbursement reports on the side and sighed: "Now, any department in the government does not lack money. The servants' rooms have to tighten their belts to live, but only ours is better.

Thanks to the printing factory, otherwise it would be possible to make the bureau go bankrupt without Japanese spies, the operation of the intelligence network, the procurement of weapons and equipment, the salary, bonuses and pensions of personnel. There is no way, the country is poor!"

When Song Minghao heard this, he whispered in a low voice, the country was poor, but when he saw Gu Qi glaring at him, he immediately changed the topic.

"Lao Gu, the offshore intelligence station has sent another telegram, especially the United States has sent three telegrams a day, urging the headquarters to allocate funds for this year's activity. Have you reported this to the deputy director?"

Funds, funds, and funds.

Guqi felt a headache when he heard these two words, leaned on the back of the chair with a look of pain, and replied indescribably as he looked at the ceiling.

"No, the deputy director handed over the intelligence work in the bureau before leaving. I can't report everything, so what else do I have to do.

Forget it, you can seal the telegram to the printing factory and let them print an additional batch this month. After you take over the goods, you can allocate them to the US station through Italian channels.

The Japanese are already pursuing this matter, and they must handle it thoroughly. The funds will walk a few more laps on the cover company's account, so don't be afraid of trouble."

The Japanese government and the banking industry are not stupid. The total amount of the yen is counted. Now that such a large amount of money is circulated around the world, you can think of it as a counterfeit banknote.

Printing counterfeit money requires huge manpower and material resources. There are not many forces who are capable of doing such things, so the Military Control Commission is definitely one.

Japanese intelligence agencies are now investigating the world. Mountain City is the key area for investigation. If you are not careful, the printing factory of the Military Control Commission will be exposed.

Although everyone is doing the printing of the enemy's banknotes, it is not good to say it when it is spread, so it is better to make a fortune in silence.

What's more, the Chairman is a decent person. If a diplomatic dispute is caused and arouses surprise to friendly countries, the Military Control Commission will be beaten to the slaughter.

Song Minghao knew the seriousness of the matter, responded and left quickly. To be safe, he planned to wander around the city for a long time before going to the safe house with a radio station.

After he left, Guqi returned home and chatted with his wife for a few words, then fell tiredly on the bed, and slept until the evening, until he was awakened by a dull loud noise.

Feeling the slight trembling of the bed, Gu Qi jumped out of the bed and grabbed the gun and pressed it against the window. He reacted quickly and moved flexibly, not like a middle-aged man at all.
Chapter completed!