Chapter 97: United as One

'Is she really a Japanese spy?'

'If she isn't, you can shoot me.'

'Forget about her for now. Let's get back to Nanjing as soon as possible.'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong, of course, had no objections.

This kind of Japanese spy, caught red-handed, is of little use.

There is not yet hard evidence.

The important thing is to dig out the person behind her.

If she is willing to take the bait, that would be best.

He had just been talking nonsense with her about everything under the sun, hoping that the other person would become interested in him and then jump on the bandwagon.

He was using himself as bait. He hoped that this mermaid would take the bait.

All the way.

Arrived safely at Nanjing Xiaguan Railway Station.

It was already 8 o'clock in the evening. But the railway station was still bustling with activity.

Got off the train.

Sure enough, I saw Secretary Mao.

At this time, Mao Renfeng was still just another person in the crowd.

Of course, Zhang Yong did not dare underestimate the other party.

Ten years later, Mao Renfeng was finally able to rise to power, and he must have been extraordinary.

The legendary smiling tiger was talking about him.

Sweet-talking but with a hidden agenda.

A smile concealing a knife.

I must learn from him if I get the chance...

'Are you Zhang Yong?'

'Hello, Secretary Mao. I am Zhang Yong.'

'Not bad. Young and promising.'

'Thank you, Secretary Mao, for your praise.'

'I hope I didn't inconvenience you by calling you here in such a hurry.'

'I'm always at your service, sir!'

'Very good,'

Mao Renfeng was satisfied.

He had studied Zhang Yong's information many times.

He was convinced that the guy in front of him really had special abilities. But he also had a lot of problems. Greedy for money, lustful, he couldn't get rid of any of them.

He had a lot of merits. But also a lot of mistakes.

He had even openly taken a woman back to the office. They even openly lived together.

In the entire Restoration Society, no one had dared to do such things before.

However, it is precisely this kind of person that can be trusted. The Director trusts him. The Director also acquiesced in Li Jingzhi's affair.

Talented people are hard to come by. What does a woman matter? It's harmless.

'Secretary Mao, Zhang Yong discovered a Japanese spy on the train,' Yang Shanfu whispered.

'Who?' Secretary Mao immediately became alert.

'It's that female teacher. Her name is Fang Muyu. She's from Jinling Girls' School.'

'I know,'

Mao Renfeng gave Fang Muyu a quick glance without saying a word.

With just one glance, he had already memorised the other person. He would be able to recognise him the next time they met.

As a secretary, he had this ability. He could remember faces.

Fang Muyu remained calm. He noticed someone looking at him from over here and politely bowed slightly as a sign of respect.

Zhang Yong waved at her with a smile. It meant they would meet again.

Well, they definitely would meet again.

It just depends on when and where.

I hope it's not in the torture chamber.

That would really be a waste of a talented young man...

'And...'

Yang Shanfang also mentioned the Japanese spy discovered at Zhabei Railway Station.

Mao Renfeng's eyes flickered coldly. It meant he knew. But he didn't make a statement. He just verbally praised Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong then understood that this matter was not that simple.

The focus of the Fuxing Society's operations was still not the Japanese spy.

The reason he was hastily summoned was that the Japanese spy had gone too far, stepping on Boss Dai's face. He was the one who needed to lash out in anger.

Once he had done so, and the Japanese spy who had attacked Jīgē Xiàng had been caught, it was expected that there would be no further developments for the time being.

In the final analysis, Boss Dai was circling around the Wei Zuo.

The Wei Zuo's current thoughts were not on the Japanese invaders. It was not cost-effective for the Fuxing Society to go to all-out war with the Japanese spies.

He was taciturn.

It is not his place to point out such major political policies.

Saying more will only make things worse.

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'You go to the Yaxin Hotel to rest first.'

'Yaxin Hotel?'

Zhang Yong felt that the name was very familiar.

It seemed that the story in a spy drama began at the Yaxin Hotel.

He should not have travelled back in time to a film or TV drama.

'The Yaxin Hotel is run by our Fuxing Society,' Yang Shanfang said briefly. "It's where we usually hold receptions. We can also hold impromptu meetings there to discuss work.'

'I see," Zhang Yong nodded.

So there is a hotel for business trips, how fortunate. I thought we had to stay in a chicken and goose alley.

If there is something to enjoy, we must enjoy it.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw Ding Muchuan and the others get off the car as well.

'I'll go say hello to them,' Secretary Mao said expressionlessly, 'you go to the Yaxin Hotel first.'

'Okay,' Yang Shanfu agreed, gesturing for Zhang Yong to follow him.

Zhang Yong was secretly puzzled.

Didn't they say that the Fuxing Society and the Party Affairs Investigation Office would never interact? Why did this Mao Renfeng go and greet Ding Muchuan? Wasn't he afraid of Dai Boss picking on him behind his back?

Mao Renfeng had the guts of a water jar, and he wouldn't dare disobey Dai Li's orders.

'It's all an act for other people to see,' Yang Shanfang smiled, "this is the capital. In front of the Committee, we must be united.'

'I understand," Zhang Yong said, feeling enlightened.

Sure enough, everyone was an actor. Baldy himself was one too. A bunch of actors were putting on a show.

As they went along, some of them were transferred to the island, while others were transferred to Gongde Lin. Perfect. Everyone had a bright future.

The car arrived at the Asia Hotel.

Everywhere they passed, it was a far cry from Shanghai.

Whether in terms of population or prosperity, Jinling could not compare with Songhu.

The only difference was that there were more troops stationed here.

And there were no concessions.

Songhu was full of rich people. Jinling was full of powerful people.

To quote a popular saying: 'You won't know how poor you are until you go to Songhu. You won't know how insignificant you are until you go to Jinling.'

'You'll be staying in room 312.'

'Great.'

Soon, Zhang Yong got the key.

There was no card or anything like that, just a normal key. There was a wooden tag hanging on it.

He opened the door.

He entered the room. He casually put down his things. Then he walked to the window.

First, he imitated the main character in a spy drama and carefully observed the surrounding terrain. In case things went wrong, he could escape in time.

However, jumping out of the window was out of the question. It was the third floor after all. Other people might be fine. He would definitely die if he jumped straight down like that.

Use the bed sheet as a rope?

Brilliant.

But he can't do it!

He's never learned how to do it before. And he's never trained for it either.

In a hurry, he probably won't be able to do it properly. So jumping out of the window is definitely not the best option.

So what should he do if he encounters danger?

It's hopeless...

He's just a new guy, what can he do?

Everyone else is a snake or a scorpion, if they really wanted to get him, there would be no chance for him to escape.

So...

The best way is to be a coward.

'Knock, knock!'

'Knock, knock!'

Someone knocks on the door.

He goes to open the door. It's a stranger.

'Captain Zhang, Section Chief Zhou invites you to the canteen,' says the stranger, 'to exchange information over a meal.'

'Thank you,' Zhang Yong said, and set off immediately. He followed the instructions and arrived at the small dining room.

He had been hungry for a long time. He had been waiting to eat for a long time.

Exchanging information and such was not important. Eating was the most important thing.

He would not pay for his own meal.

This was official business. He would have to be reimbursed by the government. He wouldn't spend a single penny.

He noticed that Yang Shanfu was already there.

There were five other important figures.

The man in the centre of the table was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man. He must be Zhou Weilong, the head of the intelligence department.

According to Li Boqi, Zhou Weilong was definitely a wolf dog that didn't bark. He was a vicious biter.

'Report!'

Zhang Yong stood in the doorway,

and everyone's attention turned to him.

Yang Shanfu stood up and introduced him:

'This is Zhang Yong.'