The stall owner took the banknotes and counted them. It's a small business, so you can be polite, but you still have to collect money.
Zhang Yong brought two of his subordinates, one of whom was Liu Hao, one of his subordinates, who had been with Zhang Yong for some time.
The other person is named Sun Xiang. This person had no previous encounters with Zhang Yong and is not a Chinese policeman in Cape Town.
Until now, Zhang Yong still doesn't know where the Yu people found that person. The person is very strict and never discloses his own information.
Now even though he has landed on his native soil, Zhang Yong still dare not take it lightly.
Everything proceeds step by step.
The stall owner I talked to just now was also for Sun Xiang to see.
"Team leader, I really admire you. You can get so much information just by chatting with people." The three of them left the booth and walked towards the customs in the free trade zone.
This is the real customs.
All people entering the mainland through the free trade zone must pass this customs inspection.
Within the free trade zone, both locals and foreigners are relatively free.
But most people cannot leave the free trade zone.
In addition to mainlanders, only people from the attached vassal states can leave the free trade zone.
The pass in Zhang Yong's hand is of this type.
The entire free trade zone is surrounded by the river, and the customs gate was built on the site of the original Shanghai Customs.
The entire Guancheng is five stories high. The first floor is a huge hall, which is where customs clearance is. It is divided into two parts for people and goods.
There is also a Jiangguan on the river next to it, which is mainly used to handle customs clearance for cargo ships coming out of the free trade zone.
There are no tariffs on goods in the free trade zone. Therefore, there are a large number of factories run by foreigners and Chinese factories.
Foreign factories opening in free trade zones can save on tariffs on imported raw materials.
Their products are generally imported and sold in the mainland.
Similarly, if a Chinese factory is located in a free trade zone, it will mainly make export products, and its raw materials will mainly be imported from outside.
This forged the prosperity of the free trade zone.
Due to limited space, every inch of land in this part of the free trade zone along the Huangpu River is at a premium.
Walking into the customs hall, the place was crowded, mostly travelers carrying suitcases, mostly Chinese, but also some natives of vassal countries.
"Ouch..."
Suddenly a little man in a gray kimono bumped into Zhang Yong.
The man's height was less than Zhang Yong's shoulders.
Zhang Yong was fine. The man fell to the ground and stumbled.
However, the guy was very flexible and got up in one turn. Before Zhang Yong could react, the guy was already bowing and apologizing.
"I'm sorry, sir. I'm really sorry. I just don't have eyes when I'm walking."
Zhang Yong was a little confused, but he knew that this person should be a Fusang person.
However, this man spoke fluent Mainland Mandarin.
"It's okay, let's go. We have to go through the formalities in a hurry." Zhang Yong waved his hand and said.
"Sir, are you from Nanyang?" asked the Fusang man.
"Exactly, where did you come from? How come you Fusang people can enter the country?" Zhang Yong was a little puzzled. Aren't only people from the vassal states within the country allowed to enter the country?
"Sir, you must have not been back for a long time. I am a serious Chinese under the jurisdiction of the Fuso Protectorate. This time I came to the mainland for a study tour." The Fuso man said.
Only then did Zhang Yong suddenly realize that after not coming back for many years, it turned out that Fusang already belonged to the Fuxing Army.
"I did come back from Nanyang. I haven't been home for many years, and now I'm back to visit relatives. I wonder where the verification is?"
Zhang Yong didn't want to talk to this Fusang man. The Fusang man was very polite to him at first, but after hearing that he was a Nanyang Chinese, his expression changed obviously.
There is a chain of contempt in the hearts of these Fuso people.
This is related to their traditional culture and cannot be corrected in a short time.
Fusang people worship the strong and always unconsciously divide people into three, six or nine levels.
In their hearts, the Han people living in the mainland are considered the first-class people. Those who belong to the Protectorate are naturalized Chinese, and they belong to the second-class people like the Chinese in overseas vassal countries.
Those natives of the vassal country whose skin color, appearance and language are obviously different from the Chinese belong to the third class.
At first, this Fusang man looked at Zhang Yong's words and demeanor and thought he was a local Chinese, so he was very respectful to him.
Later I heard that Zhang Yong was a Chinese from a vassal state, so he was equal to him.
Zhang Yong didn't know that the other party had so many little thoughts.
He just wanted to ask for directions.
Everything here is so strange to him.
Following this Fusang man, Zhang Yong came to a passage.
At the passage, there are staff wearing navy blue uniforms checking identities and belongings. There are male staff and female staff.
The clothes these people wore looked like military uniforms, but the colors and styles were somewhat different.
But it does look very decent when worn.
Especially those female staff. They are different from the traditional women's clothing that is generous and dignified.
This kind of uniform can outline a woman's figure when worn on a woman's body.
It's not an exaggeration, but it is still very attractive to a country bumpkin like Zhang Yong.
It seems that they are used to it, and the customs staff did not pay special attention to the somewhat rude attention given by Zhang Yong and others.
On the other hand, the Fuso guy went up and bowed to almost every staff member.
The angle of his bow was probably the maximum he could bend.
Soon all the Fuso man's people and belongings passed the customs.
It seems that the Fuso people are very well-behaved and do not carry anything illegal.
Finally it was Zhang Yong's turn.
Under the command of the staff, Zhang Yong placed the suitcase on a stand.
A female staff member carefully checked the items in the suitcase.
He himself was taken aside and staff searched him.
Zhang Yong was very cooperative.
"Are you a Turtle?"
The search took place in a small room, relatively isolated from the outside world.
The strange words that the man suddenly said made Zhang Yong suddenly stunned.
It took him a while to react.
"Who is your Excellency?"
"It was Minister Ji who asked me to contact you. Oh, Mr. Turtle, you may not know that the ministry has appointed you as the director of the South Africa station, and now your affairs are managed by the minister himself."
Zhang Yong knew that his organization was looking for him.
"Turtle" is his code name, and almost no one knows it except the webmaster of East Guangdong Station who originally developed him.
Even his business partners in Cape Town didn't know about it.
"What is your name?" Zhang Yong asked politely.
"Just call me 'Night Owl'. During the time you are in the country, I will cooperate with your work. You don't have to worry about others being suspicious. Your two colleagues have also been taken for questioning. We have enough
Time." said the man in customs uniform.
"How did you find me? I couldn't send any news for a long time?" Since he had time, Zhang Yong asked the doubts in his heart.
"Haha, it did take a lot of effort. After the news you sent back from Cape Town arrived, our department conducted a deduction and felt that the only way for the Japanese to insert you is from the Netherlands."
"For convenience, we have temporarily canceled all liner services from Nanyang to eastern Guangdong. Then we will wait and see here in Shanghai."
"Our people know what you look like. Someone has been watching you since you got off the ship."
Zhang Yong felt a chill on the back of his head. He had been stared at for so long, but he didn't even notice.
In the final analysis, Zhang Yong is just a wild guy. He has not received professional training.
At best, they are novices trained by the Chinese.
In the past, he was at most cautious and knew how to keep his identity a secret.
What the Chinese people gave him was limited.
In this era of espionage work, no one is as professional as the Renaissance Army.
After all, Dong Shuheng was also influenced by the endless spy films of later generations.
The intelligence agency he founded was, at least on the surface, the most professional.
"Did the Minister say what to do next? There are three people in my group now. The Chinese asked the three of us to act collectively with the intention of supervising each other. If I want to continue to work in Cape Town, I can't
Revealing flaws. I wonder if you have any targeted arrangements for this?" Zhang Yong asked.
Zhang Yong has never met this Minister Ji, but I heard he is a big boss in the intelligence department.
"Please introduce your two team members. I'll see how they are arranged."
"One of my two subordinates is named Sun Xiang and the other is named Liu Hao. You should be able to match their names and names. Liu Hao is my subordinate in Cape Town. His ancestral home is Zhangzhou, Fujian. You can go back and find him.
I promised him to implement the preferential treatment policy for his family. I have inspected this person for a long time and found him to be quite reliable. However, he is a bit too honest and his ability to perform tasks is not strong, but he is very reliable."
Before Zhang Yong came back, he promised Liu Hao that he would be treated like the family members of intelligence personnel.
This is also the only tie for these overseas wanderers.
"I'm not familiar with that Sun Xiang. No, I've never seen him before, and I don't know where the people from the country got him. I even doubt whether his name is a forgery. But I found out that this person likes
He eats spicy food, and his accent also has some Sichuan accent."
Zhang Yong tried hard to recall every detail of his time with Sun Xiang.
"I feel that this person has a very strict mouth. He is my subordinate. I have many opportunities to trick him, but I can't trick him with a word. I feel that this person is more mature than me in intelligence work."
"Is that so? I will send someone to check this person later, but the information is too little and it is difficult to find. What will happen if we kill him?" Ye Xiao asked.
Zhang Yong thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "I think the Japanese people have their own intentions in making this arrangement. If Sun Xiang disappears suddenly, I will definitely be scrutinized when I go back, and my job in Cape Town will not be available in the future."
The solution is unfolding.”
"Now that I have a family in Cape Town, the Chinese people still trust me. But if trust is flawed because of this incident, I will be doubted after I go back, and my downline may betray me."
"What should we do?" Ye Xiao asked.
"Just take him with you, just for a month. What does the minister mean? What the people of the country mean is that we can finally spy on some military news, and secondly, the economic situation of the Renaissance Army." Zhang Yong said.
He knew that there must be arrangements on the mainland. It had been a long time since he was taken to talk, and excluding the time when the information was spread on the road, it should have been a long time.
"The above meaning is to show our strength to the people of Yu, so I will cooperate with you and let you find some information. The above meaning is that the news you send back can be exaggerated as much as possible." Ye Xiao said.
Zhang Yong didn't know why Shangfeng arranged it like this.
According to traditional Chinese thinking, one should hide one's clumsiness and not show one's strength to others.
But now Shangfeng lets himself exaggerate as much as possible.
However, Zhang Yong didn't ask any more questions. He agreed: "I understand, so how should we take our route? Where should I get the information?"
Night Owl smiled strangely and said, "Mr. Turtle, someone has told you this before."
Zhang Yong thought of the small vendor who had just been chatting with him.
If I don't feel like I'm getting chills on my back again, that person must be from the intelligence department as well.
Zhang Yong chatted with the man for a long time, but found nothing.
It seems that what I did in Cape Town was still too rough.
If it weren't for the lack of people available on the summit, I would have given up long ago.
It seems that I need to study hard. Intelligence is also a science.
Zhang Yong suffered a cultural disadvantage.
However, intelligence relies on brains, and if the education is not high, the problem is not that big.
"I understand. Let's take a boat to Wuchang first, and then take a train south. How will we meet on the way?"
"I have arranged everything on the road. After you leave customs, buy tickets for the Yangtze River No. 7 ship that will arrive in Wuchang at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon. You can stay in Shanghai for one night and take your team members out at night.
Let’s take a walk, eat, drink and have fun.”
"I understand, you mean to let them experience the prosperity of Shanghai. This is indeed the largest and most prosperous city I have ever seen. Although those Chinese people say that London and Birmingham are both prosperous, but
Judging from the photos I have seen, they are not as prosperous and beautiful as our Shanghai."
Zhang Yong is not praising this city. He is not familiar with it and is just making an objective evaluation.
"Indeed, this is our homeland's window to the outside world. Although Xinjing is also beautiful, it has a mysterious beauty for most outsiders." Ye Xiao is obviously very proud of his motherland.
It has to be said that under the rule of the Fuxing Army, the arrogance in the hearts of the people has gradually been shaped.