Chapter 1274: The Sturgeon Plan (Second update and supplementary update, please vote for me)
Sanbonjiro stood at the window and watched Kentaro Miyazaki leave.
In the courtyard, Kentaro Miyazaki ran into Nobuharu Yamada, the affairs officer of the Extracurricular Affairs Department of the Extraordinary High School.
The two of them were smoking and talking.
Mimotojiro could even see the smiles on the faces of Kentaro Miyazaki and Nobuharu Yamada from upstairs.
Miyazaki Kentaro took out something like a piece of paper from his body, stuffed it directly into Yamada Nobuharu's pocket, and then left in a hurry.
"The voucher of 'Jiujiu Trading'." Chikitaharaji walked quietly behind Sanbonjiro and said in a teasing tone, "It is said that this thing is an indispensable social tool for this 'Mr. Xiao Cheng'."
Sanbonjiro glanced at Chikitaharaji and said, "I know you despise Kentaro Miyazaki a lot, but the empire needs elite talents like you and people like Kentaro Miyazaki."
"It's rare to hear my uncle praise me so much." Chikitaharaji said in an exaggerated tone.
Sanbonjiro shook his head and ignored this somewhat stingy nephew.
He walked back behind the desk, threw his butt in the leather swivel chair, and stared at the file bag stamped 'Top Secret' on the table, lost in thought.
Chikitaharaji smiled and did not disturb his uncle's thinking. He went straight to the wine cabinet, carefully selected a bottle of red wine, and then opened it skillfully with a corkscrew. He did not use a decanter, and just pointed at the mouth of the bottle.
Drink up.
"Don't you like red wine?" Sanbonjiro glanced at it and said calmly.
"You don't like it, but you need to adapt, don't you? Uncle." Chikitaharaji looked at Sanbonjiro, showing a smile with white teeth, "Just like I don't like this bad world, but I can only accept it silently.
Even forcing myself to like it."
"Genji, you should be energetic and have a burning enthusiasm to make contributions to the empire." Sanbonjiro frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "Don't let me hear such depressing words again."
"I got it, uncle." Qiankitaharaji took a big sip of red wine, swallowed it down, then wiped his mouth and said.
It's just that this insincere and perfunctory attitude is simply unabashed.
Sanbonjiro frowned, but did not continue to say anything.
For Chikitaharaji, he always has more patience and tolerance.
Qian Kitaharaji suddenly frowned. He spat out the red wine in his mouth, clicked his tongue, and took another sip. His expression was very serious. It seemed that the sip of red wine he drank at this time was a very solemn and serious matter for him.
work.
He put the file bag into the file safe behind him, and when he looked at Qiankita Haraji again, his expression was serious, "Haraji, the gears of the Sturgeon Plan have begun to turn."
"Uncle, don't worry, I will keep an eye on it personally." Qianbei Yuanji also put away his casual attitude and nodded seriously.
…
"Haozi, there's no need to go back to the patrol room yet." Cheng Qianfan rubbed his temples and said to Li Hao, who was concentrating on driving.
"Okay, Brother Fan." Li Hao nodded and glanced at the rearview mirror, "Where are we going now?"
“Chunfengdeyilou.”
"yes!"
About half an hour later, outside the private room dedicated to "Mr. Xiao Cheng" in Chunfeng Deyi Building, the bodyguard with a bulging waist looked wary, and Li Hao was chatting with an acquaintance not far away.
In the private room, Cheng Qianfan was drinking tea slowly and tasting exquisite snacks and preserved fruits.
There were several pages of paper on the coffee table in front of him.
This is the document Sanbonjiro gave him before he left. To be precise, it is the information about Ren Anning that the Special Higher Education Department has.
Throwing a preserved fruit into his mouth, Cheng Qianfan stared at the paper in his hand with focused and serious eyes.
Ren Anning is from Yuqi Town, Wuxi County.
In the 7th year of the Showa era, 19-year-old Ren Anning went to Cornell University in the United States to study as a student in the American preparatory class sent by the National Mizuki University and a student studying in the United States under the Boxer Indemnity Indemnity.
Cheng Qianfan looked surprised. In the seventh year of the Showa era and the twenty-first year of the Republic of China, he did not expect that Ren Anning would be a student of the National Shuimu University's preparatory class for studying in the United States under the Boxer Indemnity.
The document contains a description of Ren Anning's height and physical characteristics:
He is 163 to 166 centimeters tall, thin, short-sighted, and likes to wear small round glasses with gold rims.
Cheng Qianfan shook his head. Such physical characteristics can be said to be very broad. It is not easy to find people with this.
However, there was one sentence in the intelligence that caught Cheng Qianfan's attention:
Ren Anning likes to eat soup noodles. When she was studying in the United States, she often cooked noodles by herself.
As a native of Wuxi County, it makes sense that he likes to eat noodles. His years of studying abroad have not changed Ren Anning's living habits. This fact can be used as a clue to help find Ren Anning.
The information also contained an excerpt from a mathematics paper written by Ren Anning at Cornell University.
Cheng Qianfan's eyes lit up, and he even took out a pen and paper from his briefcase to calculate with great interest. After a while, he could only give up temporarily. He didn't understand at least four aspects of the discussion on this page.
Suddenly, Cheng Qianfan's expression became solemn, and he tore off the manuscript paper he was using for calculations. After thinking about it, he also tore off the next few pages that might have traces of handwriting.
He originally intended to put these pages into the small iron stove where the teapot was baking to destroy the corpse. After thinking about it, Cheng Qianfan folded these pages and put them into his pocket.
…
"What do you think about this?" Lao Huang flicked the ashes from his cigarette and asked.
He conveniently stuffed the paper handed over by Comrade Huo Miao into the small stove made of iron. Watching the paper turn into ashes, he poked it carefully with an iron bar.
"It's still warm in your room." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile. Even the office of the Deputy Chief Inspector of the Central Patrol Room is not as warm as the medical room of Lao Huang.
Lao Huang smiled and handed the baked buns to Comrade Huo Miao, giving Comrade Huo Miao time to think.
Cheng Qianfan took it with both hands, but it was a bit hot. He moved his hands back and forth, and finally pinched his earlobe with his left hand. He took the steamed bun slices with his right hand and put it into his mouth to take a bite. There was a warm feeling of satisfaction in his mouth, and his whole body
He squinted his eyes in enjoyment.
The flames of the iron stove were bright red, and the faces of the two people were reflected as if they were on fire.
"I tend to think this is a test for me by Sanbonjiro." Cheng Qianfan said softly.
"Sanben doubted you?"
"No." Cheng Qianfan shook his head and thought for a while, "My thinking is that this test has two meanings."
"First." He raised a finger, "Maybe it's to test my working ability, to see if I can successfully find Ren Anning, and then successfully use Zheng Weilong's favorable conditions to win over me, and win Zheng Weilong's trust at the same time
, and sent the fake Ren Anning to Chongqing."
Lao Huang took a sip of warm rice wine and nodded.
"Second," Cheng Qianfan continued, "I don't know what to say. This is a very strange feeling."
He looked at Lao Huang.
Lao Huang smiled and encouraged the young old comrade to continue speaking, his eyes seemed to say:
Go on, I understand, I understand.
Cheng Qianfan smiled and continued, "Sanbonjiro should trust me, at least for now, so I don't think Sanbonjiro is doubting me, but this incident gave me an intuition
It’s just that someone is testing me.”
He took the slices of steamed buns handed over by Lao Huang. This time, the slices of steamed buns were removed from the stove in advance. They were no longer so hot and were just right for the mouth.
Cheng Qianfan spread a layer of spicy meat sauce on the steamed bun slices, took a bite, and simmered until fragrant.
Lao Huang smiled, his brows and eyes full of happiness.
"I can't figure out who else will be eyeing me and trying to test me." Cheng Qianfan continued, "However, you still have to be careful."
"Judging from this matter and analyzing it according to your worries." Old Huang thought and said, "Perhaps, whether you can successfully find Ren Anning and successfully send the fake Ren Anning to Chongqing is not only
It is a test of ability, and it also contains a test of your loyalty."
"It makes sense." Cheng Qianfan nodded, "I thought about it that way too."
Lao Huang's analysis made sense, as he thought. However, he always felt that something was missing in his heart, and it was empty, which made him feel a little inexplicable.
Cheng Qianfan secretly kept this uneasy feeling in his heart, reminding himself to look back and think carefully from time to time.
He never thinks that some of his thoughts or feelings are neurotic and only add to worries.
He trusted his intuition.
Taking a step back, for people like him, it is always right to think more and pay more attention when encountering things.
Don't be afraid of overthinking and trouble. I'm just afraid that you won't have the chance to think and do more in the future.
"The key question now is whether you really want to find this Ren Anning." Old Huang took another sip of rice wine, his tone was calm, his eyes were calm, "Then kill this person."
Cheng Qianfan was silent and did not answer the question immediately.
"In fact, this may be the most real test for you by the Japanese." Lao Huang said, then he frowned slightly, but then shook his head and said, "Maybe we have all thought too much. If, if the three books were not
Doubt you, everything is just our imagination."
He looked at Comrade Huo Miao, "In their eyes, you are one of their own, their kind. Finding Ren Anning may be a test of your ability, but killing Ren Anning, based on their understanding of you
, it’s not a problem at all to them.”
Cheng Qianfan thought carefully and nodded. Lao Huang's analysis also made sense. He also knew that the "knowing you" mentioned by Lao Huang just now refers to "Kentaro Miyazaki".
"Things are a bit complicated." Cheng Qianfan said, "I still need to think about it carefully, but one thing is certain..."
"You must contact Zheng Weilong as soon as possible." Lao Huang said.
Cheng Qianfan smiled, he enjoyed the tacit feeling of "connecting with each other" with a veteran like Lao Huang.
What Lao Huang said was right. Sanbenci Lang ordered him to contact Zheng Weilong and reveal the matter of Ren Anning. No matter what the true details of the matter were or what the conspiracy was, he had to complete this first step.
…
Qianbei Yuanji looked at the man in front of him who was trembling with fear, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"Don't panic." He said, "You are safe now, and everything can be business as usual."
Saying that, Qianbei Yuanji patted the man on the shoulder, "There is an old saying in China that a man who knows the current affairs is a hero. I am very happy that you can abandon the secret and confess to Cheng Qianfan, a person who has an affair with Chongqing."
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