Gao Fei put the complete set of eavesdropping equipment into a wooden box and carried it to Jiang Tingren's office.
Just after nine o'clock, Jiang Tingren saw Lin Ming coming out of the Secret Service Department, taking his secretary and the guard into the car and leaving. He quickly said to Gao Fei: "Okay, let's go. I'll convene a meeting right away. It's up to you what happens next."
Yes. This is the key to 316. Remember, it only lasts ten minutes."
"Isn't Captain Zhang here?" Gao Fei asked as he took the key.
"I left early in the morning, and Ning Xiaobo followed him. Don't worry, I'm the boss now." Jiang Tingren said, patting his chest.
"Okay." Gao Fei nodded.
Jiang Tingren picked up the record book from the table, left the office, and summoned all staff to the conference room for a meeting, including of course the two guards on the fourth floor.
Seeing that the lobby was soon empty, Gao Fei picked up the wooden box, took three steps and two steps at a time, and soon reached the third floor, opened room 316, took out a pair of gloves from the wooden box and put them on, and took out another
Holding the button-sized bug in his hand, he ducked out of the room.
Gao Fei looked around and saw that all the guests stayed in the room and did not come out. There was no movement on the entire third floor, so he hurried up to the fourth floor.
Arriving at the door of Room 416, Gao Fei took out a lockpicking tool made of iron wire from his trouser pocket, inserted and twisted it into the keyhole, and the door lock opened. Gao Fei ducked in and closed the door.
Gao Fei first took a look at the layout of the room and quickly found his target - the telephone.
I saw a telephone placed on a small table by the window, with the phone cord extending out from the side of the window.
Gao Fei was very happy when he saw this: "It's just right, it saves me a lot of trouble."
Gao Fei took out the bug, walked to the phone, unscrewed the microphone, installed the bug under the pickup, and attached the tail wire of the bug tightly to the bottom of the phone line, and extended it out of the window along the line hole.
Gao Fei stood up and took a look, and saw that the hair-thin thread of the bug was hidden under the thick telephone wire. If you didn't check it carefully, you wouldn't be able to see it at all.
Gao Fei put the phone back in its place, fearing to leave footprints, and lay on the ground, wiping the place he had walked with his gloves while walking backwards out of the room.
There was still no one on the fourth and third floors. Gao Fei entered 316, opened the window, pulled in the thread thrown outside, and connected it to the equipment.
Then I opened the window and took a look, and saw that the thread was close to the wall. You couldn't see it unless you looked carefully.
Gao Fei then felt relieved, wiped his sweat, and put the gloves into the wooden box.
I looked at my watch again and saw that the whole process took less than nine minutes.
Perfect!
…
But Tang Huiming, after returning to the office, immediately called in deputy section chief Song Wenlin.
Needless to say, Song Wenlin was the one he trusted the most.
After hearing Tang Huiming say that he wanted to investigate Lin Ming, and seeing Tang Huiming's solemn face, as if facing a formidable enemy, Song Wenlin thought carefully and understood the officer's thoughts.
"Section Chief, it's hard to deal with this matter. If you don't do it, it won't work. If you do, you'd be afraid of offending the other party." Song Wenlin said.
"Yes, so I think you will be responsible for this matter personally and set up a group. You decide on the members of the group. In principle, first, they must be trustworthy, and second, they must be strangers," Tang Huiming said.
"Understood, you can attack when you advance, and you can defend when you retreat. Section Chief, currently, among our personnel in Shanghai, there are only two people who comply with these two principles. One is Du Chunwu and the other is Xia Chan. Needless to say, Xia Chan, the department
Not many people here know about him, let alone know him. Du Chunwu has been working in Wuxi for a long time and rarely shows up in Shanghai. He also has two capable subordinates who live in a guest house, so he is the most suitable for this job. He just doesn't know that he is coming back to Shanghai.
, are there any other tasks?" Song Wenlin suggested.
"Du Chunwu came to Shanghai just to ask for money. He wants to expand his team. Yes, this is a suitable candidate. You go and talk to him. After the matter is completed, I will be responsible for helping him find Director Ding." Tang Huiming immediately screamed after hearing Song Wenlin's suggestion.
The leader agreed: "Besides, Xia Chan doesn't have much to do recently, so we can't let him be too idle."
"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away." Song Wenlin stood up to say goodbye.
"Wait a minute, Wen Lin, this matter is not simple. It involves a fight from above. We don't want to get all the food and get all embarrassed. You are a smart man and know what to do." Tang Huiming stopped Song Wenlin and cautiously said
A word of advice.
"Don't worry, Section Chief, the initiative is in our hands and we will never make it difficult for you." Song Wenlin said.
"Okay, let's go." Tang Huiming nodded with satisfaction.
...
Du Chunwu is the Wuxi guest mentioned by Jiang Tingren.
He is the Wuxi station chief of the Secret Service.
Du Chunwu was very ambitious. He wanted to build his own small kingdom in Wuxi. However, Wuxi Station had just been built and there were only twenty people. With such a small number of people, he was almost like a gangster leader and could not accomplish big things.
I sent telegrams to Ding Mo Village several times, asking for more funds to develop the team. However, Ding Mo Village believed that Wuxi itself was small and not suitable for building a large station, so it never complained.
He came back to Shanghai this time because he wanted to present his plan in person and strive to expand the team to more than a hundred people.
But after a few days here, let alone meeting him, Ding Mo Village didn't even see him. And he had just been driven from Room 316 on the sunny side to Room 305 on the negative side. Du Chunwu was constantly calling him unlucky.
While he was anxious, he suddenly heard a report from his subordinate Hu Guiping: "Report to the station chief, Deputy Chief Song of the Intelligence Section has sent someone to ask you to go to his office."
"Song Wenlin? What does he want from me?" Du Chunwu asked with a frown.
"I don't know about this humble position. Webmaster, you have so many things to do. Deputy Section Chief Song is a person with real power. We can only make friends and not neglect him," Hu Guiping said.
"You're talking too much! You tell me, I don't know yet? Come on, Nuo, Ge Niang!" Du Chunwu glared at Hu Guiping and said.
Hu Guiping was his confidant, but because he talked too much, he was not appointed as the intelligence section chief, but was made the leader of the action team.
"Yes, yes, the webmaster knows everything. He is too talkative for his humble position." Hu Guiping quickly admitted his mistake.
Du Chunwu glanced at him, put on his clothes, and went to see Song Wenlin.
"Stationmaster Du, I have a confidential mission and I want you to take action. What do you think?" Song Wenlin invited Du Chunwu in without any politeness or making tea to give up his seat. It was just like a superior meeting a subordinate, with a straight face.
Face, the first sentence goes straight to the point.
Du Chunwu felt unhappy when he saw him like this, and cursed in his heart: "Come on, Nuo, Ge Niang! You go to the place where I greet you. After all, I am the leader of a station. When I come to you, I can't even drink a glass of water."
If not, what is it?”
"It is a humble honor to serve the superior." The scolding could only be kept in his heart. Du Chunwu neither dared to say it out loud nor show a hint of sullenness. On the contrary, he had to smile all over his face.
The deputy chief of the Intelligence Section is a real powerful figure, and cannot be offended by the webmaster of a small station.
"Okay, Stationmaster Du, you're welcome. That's it..."