The next morning,

In the first floor lobby of Tanjung Hotel, more than a dozen guests were queuing up at the front desk to check in. Among these people, there were not only Chinese but also foreigners, and their business was very prosperous.

In order to open up the situation as soon as possible, Zheng Tingbing spared no expense to get imported yellow mattresses, new sofas, and the most fashionable Western furniture, which attracted many picky residents.

On the side of the road outside the door, Zuo Chong walked down in a rickshaw dressed and obediently walked down, handed the driver a bill, then looked up at the door of the luxurious hotel, and walked over.

"Ho Ichiya (Hello)."

The waiter in charge of the welcome helped him open the door, and said in an unstandard Japanese while bowing, with a warm smile on his face. Old Zheng, he started smiling and serving.

Zuo Chong nodded politely to the other party, raised his foot and stepped in. The guest inside heard the sound of the door and looked back. He found that it was a Japanese, so he quickly turned his head back.

In Harbin, no one likes these arrogant and cruel guys. In addition, the sudden search and harassment of many people in the city yesterday, even foreigners were cold-faced when they saw him.

"Hello, are you going to check in?"

Others may not give Japanese people a good look, but the hotel waiter cannot. A young man walked to Zuo Chong tremblingly and asked him respectfully about his purpose.

"No, I have a business to discuss with your boss." After Zuo Chong said that, he saw the other party's face change, and he quickly explained with a smile: "I am a serious businessman and have no malice."

The young man didn't believe it at all, but he didn't have the courage to refuse, so he raised his hand to the sofa in the hall to signal him to sit first, and then ran upstairs to report to the boss.

Zuo Chong looked at this scene and laughed secretly, lamenting that Lao Zheng was good at winning people's hearts. The waiter's anxiety was not to behave, and it was obvious that he really cared about the other party's safety.

Zheng Tingbing,

It's indeed more suitable to be a businessman.

He turned his head to observe the luxurious decorations around him and smacked his lips. If the other party was appointed as the chief of the secret service, he might be able to change the Honggong Temple into a dance hall. This person did this.

Zuo Chong thought about it for a while until Zheng Tingbing and Wu Chunyang walked downstairs. Their behavior was very natural, and they began to introduce themselves like the first time they met.

"Okamoto Shigetsu."

"Wang said to Wen."

"Wang Songwu."

The three of them shook hands politely, with neither cold nor intimate attitude. The guest next to him glanced at him and lost interest, thinking that it was a normal business conversation.

This kind of scenario is very common in hotels because most of the guests are also businessmen who leave their hometowns, and they are also here to discuss business with others, secret and safe enough.

Zheng Tingbing, who was wearing a suit and tie, smiled and said in a Chinese dialect with Southeast Asian accent: "Songwu, there are so many people here, please ask Mr. Okamoto to go upstairs to chat."

"Okay, father."

Wu Chunyang responded softly, and after saying that, he walked on the road ahead to lead the way, accompanied the two of them to the office, then closed the door and stood in the corridor and watched to prevent anyone from eavesdropping.

This is the top floor of the hotel, and there are no staff members in normal times. Doing so will not arouse other people's suspicion. Moreover, talking about buying and selling is a very private matter.

Inside the house, reception area.

Zheng Tingbing sat on the sofa and pointed at the top of his head: "The wall has been specially treated, the sound insulation effect is good, and anti-eavesdropping inspections are also carried out every day, so we can open the conversation.

Why did you come to me suddenly today? Is there an emergency task? It is inconvenient to not have a radio station. The situation in Jinling cannot be received, and the situation here cannot be delivered."

Radio,

inconvenient?

Zuo Chong always felt that the other party had something in his words, especially the last sentence, which was impossible to send out what the situation here meant. Could it be that this guy wanted to report it to Jinling?

Before he could ask, Zheng Tingbing asked in a calm tone: "By the way, it's okay for us to connect like this. You should be more cautious in the Northeast and be careful to sail the ten thousand-year-old ship.

What's more, Chunyang was very troubled by the Japanese yesterday, even armored cars were on the streets. If they were asked to find out that you and I met, would it cause unnecessary trouble?”

Wu Chunyang tossed the Japanese,

It was still yesterday.

Zuo Zhong knew it in his heart. The other party was telling Wu Chunyang, and his smile became more and more gentle: "You must be careful. When I came, I did a counter-stalking and made sure there was no one behind me.

If someone asks you, you say I'm here to sell medicine boxes and urgent medications. I forgot to tell you that I'm the shopkeeper of Jiren Pharmacy now, and if you have important information, go to me to report it."

He roughly explained, expressed his cover identity, and approved the two sides to contact each other directly, but he just didn't ask what Wu Chunyang did yesterday.

All foxes who have been playing in the Stories from a Chinese Studio are all foxes. Nowadays, everyone is a grasshopper on the same rope. Continuing to intrigue can only make the Japanese cheaper, so Lao Zheng has to realize this.

MD, little fox.

Zheng Tingbing understood that the other party was pretending to be stupid, cursed secretly and told Wu Chunyang about saving anti-Japanese forces, and then said solemnly with an expression of worrying about the country and the people.

"Deputy Director Zuo, Chunyang killed three spies, which made the Japanese crazy. This incident seriously affected the progress of the mission. He is your direct subordinate, and you have to take care of it.

Moreover, we bear the heavy responsibility of leaders, and we come for the future of the country, not to establish good relations with dissidents, and the struggle between ideas cannot tolerate women's kindness.

I think cooperation is gone. Without the help of the underground party, the secret service can complete the task smoothly. We party and country elites cannot even be inferior to a group of rebels."

Yes,

It's really not as good.

Zuo Chong wanted to answer him like this, but considering that he might scare the other party to death, he immediately clapped his applause with admiration: "Okay, very good, Lao Zheng, you are indeed the light of the party and the country.

The reason I came to Northeast China was because I was afraid that no one would control the situation. Now it seems that I was worried too much. In this way, I immediately reported to Jinling and applied for you to be responsible for the entire Northeast plan.

As for Wu Chunyang and others, we will retreat to Peking for rest in a few days. The spirit of all of us will be with you. We are waiting for the news of your successful action. Come on."

"Plop."

Zheng Tingbing fell off the sofa, wondering if he had heard it wrong just now. The Zuo-san wanted to take someone back to Peking and leave himself alone in the Northeast. Is this what people said?

He is old information, not God. Even if he has three heads and six arms, he cannot fight against the entire Puppet Manchukuo and hundreds of thousands of Kwantung Army. The other party wants him to die, this little Wang Badan.

After a quick bounce, Lao Zheng jumped up and said righteously: "Although the party-state and the underground party have some minor conflicts, I think cooperation is necessary before national justice.

Don't worry, this matter is my personal proposal and has nothing to do with Chunyang. Please approve it, otherwise the task will not be completed, so how do we face the leader?"

After hearing this, Zuo Chong took out his ears and thought to himself that Lao Zheng was quite smart, and he reacted so quickly. The next second he looked calm and asked the other party in a serious tone.

"Not forced?"

"No force!"

“Volunteering?”

"A heartfelt words!"

After hearing this, Zuo Chong changed his face immediately, showing a high smile, and slapped Zheng Tingbing on the shoulder: "That's right, unity, we must unite."

"Yes, yes, unity is strength, everything is your arrangement." Zheng Tingbing squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying, stood up straight with a smile, and decisively admitted to his timidity.

Face? Is face a food or money? Life is the most important thing. Besides, in front of the deputy director who is in charge of comprehensive work, what's wrong with a humble position?

Not cold,

Some people want to shout that there is no chance yet.

Zheng Tingbing quickly adjusted his mentality, and also told the meeting place, time and code that Wu Chunyang and Mr. Li agreed to, and volunteered to go and meet in person.

There are only three people who know about this. Wu Chunyang and Mr. Li met. They can cover each other's face when saving people. When connecting, they can't just use a cloth bag to cover people.

Zuo Chong is the first person in charge of the Northeast Operation and cannot show up publicly unless he has to, so he is the most suitable for counting. Instead of being sent, it is better to take the initiative.

"Two days later, Jixiang Hotel?"

Zuo Chong nodded slightly when he heard this place. This was the emergency contact point they chose before leaving. The boss was from Shanghai and the whole family lived in the Chinese world controlled by the National Government.

When you are desperate, you can use this to coerce the other party to cooperate with the action. In Lao Dai's words, this is called extraordinary moments and extraordinary methods. At most, it will suffer the people.

Regardless of whether the people are suffering or not, there should be no problem in joining the underground party. The possibility of being reported by the boss is very small, which can ensure that the reincarnation rate of the secret service will not increase.

"Okay, just set it there."

Zuo Chong considered all aspects and issued an order behind his back: "Since your brother has recommended himself, I will naturally become a beautiful woman, so you can meet the other party.

The principle is that they do not belong to each other. They provide information and we provide people. If the underground party is willing to provide people, then they will. At that time, both sides will rely on their abilities on the basis of fair competition."

Speaking of this, a trace of disdain flashed across Zuo Chong's face: "If this is true, I'm afraid I'll have to get more weapons from my hometown to come to the Northeast. Those poor people probably don't even have dangerous goods.

We can only let them take advantage. Forget it, just think they are here to work as long-term workers. Our master must give some benefits. If we are entangled by the enemy, there will be a scapegoat."

“High ~ It’s really high.”

Zheng Tingbing raised his thumb and flattered him. This matter can be done, one can complete the order to go up, and the other can kill the underground party. The chairman will definitely be happy when he knows it.

He knew that in the eyes of the leader, dissidents were the primary enemy, and the Japanese could only rank second. This time he asked the Japanese to trouble him purely because the other party was saved by the Red Russia.

If he could wither with one stone, he might be able to get out of the stagnant waters of the Secret Service. With Dai Chunfeng and Zuo Chong, he would be promoted to be a deputy director. Only when he left would he have a bright future.

"hehe."

Zheng Tingbing laughed out loud when he thought about it. Zuo Chong frowned, what a bad thing? He said that he was really smiling. He scolded him and gave up.
Chapter completed!