When Zhang Jianghe got the transfer order at home, Tang Cheng was waiting alone in the rented house, leaning on a small stove, two packages of braised meat and a few steamed buns, struggling to survive. Tang Cheng planned to visit the branch after nightfall.
Miss, have a good chat with the other party about their smuggling of antique calligraphy and paintings from China. This courtyard with a basement was specially prepared by Tangcheng for Miss Zhizi.
The braised meat and steamed buns were roasted by the fire until they were soft and delicious. Time passed slowly as Tangcheng eliminated these foods one by one. The sky had just turned dark, and Tangcheng, who had been spending several hours here, was already feeling a little anxious.
He became impatient. However, Tang Cheng did not leave the small courtyard immediately. According to the steps he had planned in advance, the real time to take action would be at least after early morning.
Looking down at his watch, Tang Cheng realized that it was still early. Apart from some old furniture, there was only a small stove in front of him in the empty room. How could he spend the few hours before dawn? There was something like this under his buttocks.
The grass-like Tang Cheng suddenly felt uneasy. Impatient, he immediately lit a cigarette. Amidst the smoke, a question suddenly flashed in Tang Cheng's mind: Is his action tonight worth it?
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Tang Cheng planned to visit Miss Zhizi late at night. The main purpose was to search for the antique calligraphy and paintings that might exist in the Japanese woman's house. But now that he thought about it carefully, Tang Cheng suddenly realized that he did not seem to have the skills to transport a large number of antique calligraphy and paintings out of Nanjing.
Ability. Even if I can ask the Japanese woman where the antiques are hidden, and then successfully take them out of Nanjing, where can I hide them?
A series of questions flashed in Tang Cheng's mind. These questions were all things he had neglected before. Now that he thought about them, they were due to his lack of careful consideration in advance. To be honest, Tang Cheng didn't think that antique calligraphy and painting were better than
Human life is more important. For Tang Cheng, these antique calligraphy and paintings are optional. The reason why he has not made a decision now is just because Tang Cheng has never taken the initiative to back down.
Halfway through smoking a cigarette, Tang Cheng, who had no clue in his mind, suddenly stopped what he was doing. Tang Cheng's actions tonight were just to prevent those antique calligraphy and paintings from being taken away by the Japanese. If the antique calligraphy and paintings that the Japanese woman might have in her hands finally returned to her,
Chinese, Tang Cheng's goal tonight has been achieved. From the antique calligraphy and painting, he suddenly thought of the director who always loved collecting antiques. Tang Cheng's eyes lit up. He seemed to have found a way to break the situation.
When the phone rang, Secretary Yao, who was returning to the Intelligence Department from Zhang's house, happened to walk into the secretary's office. Secretary Yao was not the only one working overtime in the secretary's office, but the person who answered the phone immediately turned to look at Secretary Yao who was taking off his coat.
I would never use an outside line for a long time, but at this time, who would call me? Secretary Yao took off his coat and subconsciously glanced out the window. When he answered the phone, he was still wondering who would call him.
Make a phone call.
"Uncle Yao, don't talk yet, listen to me." Finally hearing Secretary Yao's voice on the phone, Tang Cheng, who was in the phone booth on the street, yelled anxiously and informed him on the phone of what he had planned.
Secretary Yao. "Uncle Yao, let me tell you, if this Japanese woman is let go, we don't know how many of our Chinese treasures will be taken to Japan by this damn Japanese woman. Uncle Yao, the Intelligence Department is specifically targeting Japan."
It is a military agency of intelligence personnel, but I think the intelligence office also has the obligation to protect our Chinese treasures from being stolen by the Japanese."
When Tang Cheng said the last sentence, he was actually covered in goosebumps by the words. Secretary Yao on the other end of the phone couldn't help but cough. "Okay, you stay where you are.
Wait, the director hasn't gotten off work yet. I'm going to ask the director what he means. I'll get back to you later." The director likes to collect antiques. Not many people know about this, but among these many people, not many people know about it.
Excluding Secretary Yao, a close confidant of the director.
"Virgin, Tang Cheng just gave me a call!" Secretary Yao knocked on the door and entered the director's office. The director, who was flipping through the documents, looked up and saw Secretary Yao carefully looking around the door. "Tang Cheng said, that
Sun Cheng's wife is a Japanese woman. Judging from the information he has now, this Japanese woman is not a Japanese intelligence agent, but a member of a Japanese non-governmental organization." Secretary Yao's words really aroused the interest of the director.
With a signal, Secretary Yao continued.
"Tangcheng said that the real purpose of this Japanese non-governmental organization is to collect antique calligraphy and paintings from China under various names and smuggle them back to Japan. He called to prevent the Japanese woman from leaving Nanjing with Chinese antique calligraphy and paintings. That boy
Said that he can handle this matter by himself, but he wants us to help with the follow-up matters." While paying attention to the director's reaction, Secretary Yao said what Tang Cheng had just said, and at the same time, he added some details of his own.
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"That boy is a monkey, and he can't sit still day after day!" After listening to Secretary Yao's words, the director threw the pen in his hand on the table, stood up, stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back for a while, and then turned around to look at
Secretary Yao. "Please take this matter with you personally. After it's over, tell that guy to calm down for a while and don't make trouble for me again before leaving Nanjing. Otherwise, I will take back Zhang Jianghe's transfer order."
The director's words were full of helplessness, but Secretary Yao didn't dare to think so. Not everyone can be called that boy by the director. Secretary Yao left the director's office and when he returned to the secretary's office, he immediately called a few people
A trusted person, but he just remembered now that he said he would reply to Tangcheng soon, but when he hung up the phone, he didn't know the phone number in Tangcheng. What should he do?
Secretary Yao was like an ant on a hot pot. Unexpectedly, Tang Cheng called again. After picking up the phone and confirming that it was Tang Cheng on the other end of the phone, Secretary Yao felt relieved. He knew what he had planned.
Having received the director's acquiescence, Tang Cheng in the phone booth was secretly excited. Even if after this incident was over and all the antique calligraphy and paintings recovered belonged to the director, Tang Cheng would be happy in his heart, at least the Japanese were not taken advantage of.
What's more, Tang Cheng has given the director a big gift in vain. In the future, when he or Zhang Jianghe makes a mistake and offends someone, the director must at least speak out for himself. Therefore, Tang Cheng does not feel that he
If you hand over this matter, what will you lose? After waiting for a while, Secretary Yao finally came over with someone. After a few pleasantries, Tang Cheng took them to the yard he rented in advance.
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"I originally wanted to question the Japanese woman here. This yard was originally a place where grocers stacked goods. There is also a basement in the yard. Now that you are here, the director has also agreed to my plan. Wait for me
After you get the person out, you might as well take him directly back to the headquarters for interrogation. That Japanese woman is not an intelligence agent, and there is absolutely no way she has received interrogation training. Then you just need to scare her, and maybe you can get the required information."
Tang Cheng said it easily, but Secretary Yao, who had never done any extortion, was still a little worried. Seeing this, Tang Cheng had to take back his previous words. There were more people, and time seemed to pass quickly, unknowingly.
It was almost midnight. "Okay, I can go there by myself. If you are impatient to wait, why not tidy up the basement in the yard first? We will ask the Japanese woman in the basement later."
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Seeing that the time was almost up, Tang Cheng, who had changed into black clothes, left the small courtyard alone, following the route he had planned long ago, and moved quickly towards Sun Cheng's residence. The total distance was only ten minutes, plus
Tang Cheng was running at full speed again, but after just one cigarette, Tang Cheng had already appeared under the wall of Sun Cheng's residence. Tang Cheng, who had been here once, climbed over the wall with ease and avoided two groups of guards.
After that, quietly use the flying claw to climb up to the window sill on the second floor.
Sun Cheng, who died suddenly of illness, has been buried. Hirota Zhizi, who pretended to be husband and wife with Sun Cheng, is now considered Sun Cheng's widow. Sun Cheng has no children and no other relatives in Nanjing. Naturally, Hirota Zhizi also
He became the legal heir of all Sun Cheng's inheritance. When Tang Cheng climbed up the rope to the second floor, Hirota Eeko, who was separated by a wall, did not fall asleep. Hirota Eeko, who always felt that something was wrong but could not find any clues, was taking stock of Sun Cheng's legacy.
those properties.
It takes a lot of money for Sun Cheng to make friends with many dignitaries who have served both the military and the government. If it weren't for the smuggling business, Sun Cheng might have been unable to make ends meet. Hirota Eedo knows that the smuggling business is very profitable, so she will naturally not choose to give up the smuggling business that she has already done.
Business, Sun Cheng's account book records were too confusing, and Hirota Eeko still couldn't figure it out after two days of sorting it out. Hirota Eeko, who was busy, suddenly smelled a strange fragrance. After a few breaths, she suddenly felt weak in her limbs and her eyes were blurry.
Hirota Eeko collapsed in front of the table.
After successfully releasing Mi Xiang, Tang Cheng immediately opened the window and jumped into the room. He first confirmed that Guangtian Zhizi had been knocked down by Mi Xiang, and then Tang Cheng began to rummage through the secret compartments and safes in the room. "Uncle Yao,
The person is handed over to you, whether to kill or release it is up to you." Hirota Zhizi, who was like a pork roll tied with blankets and ropes, was handed over by Tang Cheng into the hands of Secretary Yao and others. It was strictly understood that Hirota Zhizi was just smoked.
Fainted, Tang Cheng said that he would not participate in what happened next.
Secretary Yao saw that Tang Cheng came back empty-handed. He would never have thought that Tang Cheng had not only found more than a dozen gold bars and several pieces of high-quality jade from Sun Cheng's residence, but also more than five thousand US dollars in cash.
Tangcheng, which has benefited from it, will naturally not participate in the next thing. Antiques, calligraphy and paintings that cannot be sold are naturally no more useful than cash. (To be continued)