Seeing Pang Yuanju heaving a sigh of relief, Cheng Qianfan immediately concluded that this person was just a gangster.
Obviously, Pang Yuanju did not know his 'true identity', let alone his purpose of coming to Nanjing and his work arrangements. Otherwise, Pang Yuanju would not be so frightened that his phone was being monitored internally.
From this point of view, Pang Yuanju is just a small figure on the surface of Mei's organization, and the real person who can make decisions has not yet appeared.
He couldn't help but become more curious about Mei's mechanism.
"Stipunk car, I'll drive it away tomorrow at the latest." Cheng Qianfan said suddenly.
"Impossible." Pang Yuanju shook his head, "There are not many cars on the American market."
He couldn't help but frown, "Why does it have to be Stepunk? The cars of the Japanese Empire are no worse than American cars."
Cheng Qianfan glanced at Pang Yuanju. He had been wondering whether this Pang Yuanju was a Japanese, a traitor bribed by the Japanese, or a "Japanese acting as a traitor" like him.
Pang Yuanju's words made his heart move, but after all, it was still difficult to be sure.
"It's the scarcity that makes it so rare." Cheng Qianfan smiled slightly, "This is the scarcity that I want."
He looked at Pang Yuanju and said, "You drive a car. A beautiful model, and most importantly, a very rare luxury car. How precious it is. This thing is to a man, just like a rare treasure is to a woman. This
You know one thing better than me."
Seeing that Pang Yuanju was about to ask, Cheng Qianfan waved his hand and said, "Don't ask me what I want this car for, I will certainly use it."
He looked at Pang Yuanju and said, "Chief Okada has given me an order to satisfy all my requests."
"It is to cooperate with reasonable requests." Pang Yuanju said.
"My request is very reasonable." Cheng Qianfan said unceremoniously. He raised his eyebrows, which meant that if you have any different opinions, you should talk to Director Okada and don't talk to me.
"I'll do my best." Pang Yuanju said with a frown.
"It's not about trying your best, it's about doing what you can." Cheng Qianfan said. As he said that, he stood up directly and said, "Thank you for the hospitality and I'll take my leave."
Pang Yuanju returned the gift.
…
At this moment, Cheng Qianfan suddenly remembered something and said, "One more thing, I'm not familiar with Nanjing. Do you have the latest Nanjing map here?"
"Yes," Pang Yuanju said, "there is a map of Nanjing made by Idemitsu."
He said to Cheng Qianfan, "Wait a moment, I'll get it for you."
"Thank you very much." Cheng Qianfan was overjoyed.
Soon, Pang Yuanju came back with the map.
Cheng Qianfan spread the map out on the table and looked at it. His eyes shone and he said in admiration, "It's very detailed, absolutely first-rate. It's great."
"This is printed and produced by the most professional famous painting drawing house in the Japanese Empire." Pang Yuanju said.
"That's it." Cheng Qianfan nodded. He glanced at Pang Yuanju and couldn't help but feel something in his heart.
Pang Yuanju handed the bamboo tube containing the map to Cheng Qianfan.
Cheng Qianfan didn't answer it. He folded the map carefully and squarely, asked Pang Yuanju for some kraft paper to wrap it up, and then put it into his briefcase.
"Thank you so much." Cheng Qianfan thanked him again.
"It's my honor to be able to help you," Pang Yuanju said.
"I'll pick up the car tomorrow." Cheng Qianfan said suddenly before leaving.
Pang Yuanju's face turned gloomy again. After all, he didn't say anything more and just nodded subconsciously.
…
There was a creak, the door was pushed open, and someone came out of the storage room next door.
"Chief." Pang Yuanju saluted respectfully.
Okada Toshihiko nodded slightly and sat down on the sofa with dignity.
"Fujii, what doubts do you have?" He glanced at Pang Yuanju.
"Director, Amber didn't wait quietly for me to contact him. He came to see me so suddenly. My subordinates thought this was inappropriate," Pang Yuanju said.
"I know better about this. It's okay for him to do this." Okada Toshihiko said.
Kentaro Miyazaki is under internal surveillance by people around him. Since he said on the phone that he wanted to book a car, there is nothing wrong with making a trip.
Okada Toshihiko didn't mind too much about Kentaro Miyazaki being unruly. He was actually a commander who didn't like rigid minds. In fact, Kentaro Miyazaki realized that it was necessary to come to the car dealership, so he came decisively.
Well, this fact made Toshihiko Okada quite appreciate it.
He only knows how to obey orders and is a good soldier.
There is a certain degree of subjective initiative, which may be more appropriate in some situations.
Those who know how to do business are naturally the most suitable intelligence agents.
Of course, the main reason was that the commander in charge of this mission was Toshihiko Okada. Okada knew that if someone else was in charge, Kentaro Miyazaki would obviously be reprimanded internally for his actions.
"Chief, Amber came to the car dealership to contact me just to urge me to help him find Stypunk?" Pang Yuanju said another doubt of his own, "About the mission and actions, he didn't say a word.
carry."
"That's because he has already guessed that you are just a minor player and know nothing about his mission." Okada Toshihiko chuckled and said nonchalantly.
This was the second reason why he was satisfied with Kentaro Miyazaki's performance. He listened in the storage room, and there was a hidden observation port in the storage room where he could observe the expressions and movements of the two people.
He noticed that Miyazaki Kentaro should have intended to talk to Pang Yuanju about something. However, after Miyazaki Kentaro noticed that his phone was being monitored, Miyazaki Kentaro saw Pang Yuanju's stress reaction and then
Then his whole attitude changed and he became more relaxed——
Because Miyazaki Kentaro obviously realized that Pang Yuanju in front of him knew nothing about many things. In that case, let's not talk about work, only other things.
This guy's observation and reaction are astute, and he is indeed a good businessman. He can compete with the gang of traders in Osaka of the Fourth Division.
"Didn't he say he would come to Tisti Punk tomorrow?" Okada Toshihiko said, "This is his job."
He had a vague hunch that Miyazaki Kentaro's insistence on Stypunk was probably not for his own enjoyment, but probably for Chu Mingyu.
"Fujii." He glanced at Pang Yuanju, "This is an order."
"Hai!"
Okada Toshihiko nodded with satisfaction.
His eyes caught sight of the bamboo tube used to hold the map on the table, and he couldn't help but nod slightly.
This is the third reason why he is satisfied with Kentaro Miyazaki.
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Kentaro Miyazaki was obviously aware of this, so he approached Pang Yuanju and asked for a map of Nanjing.
And what I want is the latest map of Nanjing. In this way, even if someone asks, 'Cheng Qianfan' can explain that he has been in Nanjing for many years and may not recognize the new face, so he is looking at the latest map of Nanjing.
…
"You mean, Cheng Qianfan went to the ideal car dealership at No. 39 Yihe Road." Dingmu Tun took a sip of tea, glanced at Tong Xueyong, and asked.
"Yes." Tong Xueyong nodded, "Director, according to the phone surveillance investigation records, Cheng Qianfan did make a call to Lideal Automobile Dealership two days ago to inquire about ordering a car, but -"
"But what?" Dingmutun asked immediately.
"However, Cheng Qianfan claimed that his surname was Gong and that he was from Tianjin." Tong Xueyong said.
"Cheng Qianfan was able to come to Nanjing with the group. Out of the need for confidentiality, the reason he disclosed to the French Concession patrol room was that he went to the French Concession in Tianjin for business." Ding Mutun said, thinking, "Maybe it was out of the need for confidentiality.
That’s what I said.”
As he said this, Dingmutun suddenly paused and asked, "How did Cheng Qianfan know about this ideal car dealership?"
"This subordinate doesn't know. Maybe this Ideal Automobile Dealer has a big business and is quite famous in Shanghai?" Tong Xueyong said.
"No." Dingmutun shook his head.
If we want to say that the luxury car dealership is the most famous and has the largest business, Nanjing is simply not good enough compared to Shanghai.
It took half a year for Shanghai's modernity to take root in Nanjing.
"Give me the phone call records between Cheng Qianfan and this ideal car dealer," Ding Mutun said.
"yes!"
…
Tong Xueyong went to get the phone records, while Ding Mutun fell into thinking:
Monitoring Cheng Qianfan does not have much special charm in itself. Anyone who may come into contact with Mr. Wang, especially those who suddenly join the group like Cheng Qianfan, will be monitored routinely for a period of time.
The problem now is that Cheng Qianfan wouldn't know it unless he checked it. Such an investigation is indeed worthy of scrutiny. At least Ding Mutun's intuition is that there is something fishy about this phone call.
During this trip to Nanjing, Li Cuiqun, the deputy, was stationed at the Shanghai headquarters of the secret service headquarters. As the director, he was able to accompany the delegation to Nanjing. Ding Mutun attached great importance to this "as an important member of the delegation" and accompanied Mr. Wang back to Ning to discuss matters between the new National Government and Wang.
, Liang’s tripartite talks, an opportunity to participate in important state affairs.
Among them, the safety of Wang Chuanhai is the top priority, and Dingmutun does not allow any possibility of accidents.
Even if Cheng Qianfan has always been pro-Japanese, has a sworn relationship with the Japanese, and is Chu Mingyu's nephew, his Dingmu Village will still "handle things impartially."
"Director, phone record." Tong Xueyong handed the phone record file to Ding Mutun with both hands.
"It seems that Cheng Qianfan is indeed quite familiar with this ideal car dealership." Ding Mutun said, pointing to the phone record.
Cheng Qianfan directly told Pang Yuanju (transliteration) on the phone that he was looking for an ideal car dealership.
"That's not right." Tong Xueyong suddenly changed his expression and said.
"Oh, tell me." Dingmutun looked at Tong Xueyong with a smile.
"Director." Tong Xueyong said, "If Cheng Qianfan knows this person named Pang, he should say that Mr. Cheng from Shanghai is looking for Manager Pang, not Mr. Gong from Tianjin."
"You mean -" Ding Matun said, "this is not like a phone call between people you know, but more like some kind of coded communication?"
"Yes, Director." Tong Xueyong said, "My subordinates think so."
He looked at Dingmu Tun, "Besides, there is one more point of doubt..."
"Tell me about it." Dingmutun glanced at Tong Xueyong in surprise and said.
This person has always been at odds with Li Cuiqun. Of course, it cannot be said that. To be precise, at the Shanghai headquarters, Tong Xueyong works under Li Cuiqun.
This was the first time he had direct leadership contact with Tong Xueyong. This person was indeed the deputy chief of the Red Party's Nanshi Transportation Station and was indeed quite capable.
Ding Mutun himself is from the Red Party. Although he is quite ashamed of his Red Party background, in his heart Ding Mutun also admits that the Red Party is indeed quite talented.
"Maybe it can't be said to be suspicious, but it's just a bit strange." Tong Xueyong said carefully, "According to the information we have, Cheng Qianfan once studied at the Central Army Military Academy, and he should be familiar with the streets of Nanjing, at least with the Central Army.
The area around the Military Academy is very familiar."
He paused and continued, "Let's go from the Little Red Building at the back door of the Model Prison to Yihe Road. According to my subordinate Ai Heng, the shortest route is the Chinese Girls' School, but the rickshaw driver took the detour to Huangnigang.
Already."
He frowned and said, "This coachman charges the fare based on the distance traveled, not a fixed price. This is obviously a deliberate detour to charge more money. Since Cheng Qianfan is familiar with the route, he will naturally notice that the coachman took a detour, but he didn't do anything about it.
No response, seems not to notice this."
"It's indeed a bit strange." Dingmutun nodded and said, "But could it be that Cheng Qianfan asked the coachman to go to Huangnigang?"
He thought to himself and said, "Taking the Huangnigang route happens to pass by the entrance of the Central Army Officers University. Does Cheng Qianfan want to take a look at his alma mater?"
"This..." Tong Xueyong frowned, then showed a look of shame, "Director, what you said is indeed possible. It was an oversight by my subordinates and I did not question the coachman about this. I will ask for it later."
"Well." Dingmutun nodded, "No matter what, there is always something unreasonable about that phone call, so let's check it out."
"yes!"
"And this -" Ding Mutun pointed to the phone record, "This person, Pang Yuanju, does his name have these three characters? We need to find out the name."
"Yes." Tong Xueyong said quickly, "My subordinates will arrange for someone to conduct the screening."
"We must not only investigate Cheng Qianfan, but also investigate both sides." Ding Mutun said, "Manager Pang must also be investigated."
He told Tong Xueyong, "Compared to Cheng Qianfan who is a 'migrant' who just came from Shanghai, this Ideal Car Dealer and Pang Yuanju are locals, so there are more clues to investigate."
"Yes, Director, you are right." Tong Xue said with admiration.
This is not a false compliment, and he is not the kind of person who relies on his words to seek advice. Ding Mutun is indeed a big figure in the secret service system that spans the Red Party, the Kuomintang, and the Wang family. He is indeed quite capable.
…
Cheng Qianfan sat on the rickshaw seat, leaning back and looking at the surrounding scenery quite comfortably.
Because suddenly there were dark clouds in the sky, and it seemed like it was going to be cloudy and rainy.
When the sun went out, Cheng Qianfan asked the coachman to leave the carport.
"Why is he in Nanjing?" On the second floor of a teahouse on the roadside, by the window, a man accidentally glanced towards the road. His eyes were attracted by this handsome passenger, and he murmured in surprise.
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