Chapter 223: Picking people

In the morning, Zhang Yong returned to the headquarters of the Goose and Chicken Lane with a feeling of disappointment.

Last night, he did not accept any of the people recommended to him by Gu Yuting.

There may have been some misunderstanding in communication.

What he needs is a strong helper. But not a real scoundrel.

It is enough for him to be bad. There is no need for more people to be bad. Zhang Yong stays away from people who might betray him for the sake of profit.

During the night, he dealt with all kinds of people. In the end, Zhang Yong understood one thing.

A good helper cannot be bought easily with money.

Even for someone like Wu Jiu Tian, it is hard to say whether you can trust him deeply.

Although he is from the Northeast Army and hates the Japanese invaders, he and Zhang Yong do not have a deep understanding of each other. Trust has not been established yet.

In spy dramas, the protagonists' helpers are all extremely loyal and steadfast.

They would never betray. Even if they fell into the hands of the enemy, they would never betray the protagonist.

Obviously, none of the people from last night could meet this requirement.

They were competent. But Zhang Yong never felt very trusting.

The higher the price, the greater the likelihood of betrayal. The greater the chance of snitching behind your back.

'Captain!'

'Captain!'

Zhang Yong returned to his office.

Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi were already there.

These bachelors usually have no entertainment. They eat and sleep at the headquarters. They are on call 24 hours a day.

'How was your holiday yesterday?'

'Boring.'

'Boring?'

'Boring. I didn't have anything to do.'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong was speechless.

This bunch of slackers.

Sooner or later they will surpass Mao Renfeng!

They are not even used to taking holidays? Fine, don't let them go on holiday in the future. On call 24 hours a day...

Sit down.

I see there's a notice on the desk.

There's an important meeting today. It's to announce the establishment of the Fifth Section.

The relevant notice has already been issued. Everyone knows about it.

In fact, the so-called Fifth Section is basically one set of people, two teams. The people are still the same.

It's mainly because Boss Dai needs to expand the Special Services Office.

Adding a section will increase the number of people by 300. Yes. The establishment is 300 people.

These 300 people can ask their superiors for funding.

Who is the superior? Of course it is the Chairman. He personally promised to add a fifth section.

However, why would Boss Dai be satisfied with just 300 people?

Officially, there was an increase of 300 people. But in reality, there was an increase of at least 500 people.

Where did the funding for the extra staff come from? Of course they had to solve it themselves.

With the current wealth of the Restoration Society, there was no problem at all. The profits from arresting Japanese spies were quite substantial.

'Ring ring ring!'

'Ring ring ring!'

Suddenly, the phone rang.

He picked up the receiver. It was Mao Renfeng calling.

'Shaolong, come and see the Director.'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong hurriedly trotted over.

Outside the Director's office, he saw Mao Renfeng and gave him a questioning glance.

Mao Renfeng's expression did not change. He nodded. It was fine.

Zhang Yong then stood to attention.

'Report!'

'Come in!'

Zhang Yong pushed the door open.

He noticed that the director was once again examining an antique vase.

He walked up to it steadily.

'Can you tell what it is?'

'Cloisonné?'

'You know only cloisonné! This is genuine Yuan blue and white porcelain!'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong blinked.

No need to pretend. He really didn't know.

The director immediately saw through him. This guy knew absolutely nothing about antiques.

Well, it was too much to ask him to understand antiques.

'I've got a book for you.'

'What?'

'The Romance of the Three Kingdoms.'

'What for?'

'Read it! What for? Read a little every day!'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong showed a look of pain.

It wasn't an act. It was real. In his previous life, he had been so disgusted by reading that he had stopped doing it.

Even if he had been given a copy of Jin Ping Mei, he wouldn't have been able to read it.

The director immediately saw through this.

He immediately put on a stern face.

'Read every day! At least read one page!'

'Er...'

'Don't use it as a pillow! I paid for it myself!'

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'Yes...'

Zhang Yong replied listlessly.

My god, the supervisor is really overprotective. The way to open it is not right.

If she really cares about me, she should hurry up and find the lady manager to make that reward of ten thousand dollars a reality. The Romance of the Three Kingdoms is only worth a few cents? You can buy several copies with one dollar.

Of course, he didn't dare say these complaints to her face. Otherwise, he would definitely get a beating.

He could only come up resentfully. He took away the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

Wow, it looks like a genuine copy. It feels expensive. Is it really worth a dollar?

"There's something else.'

'Yes, sir.'

'Your squad is too small. Go to the training base and pick some capable people to strengthen your team.'

'Training base?'

'They're all veterans from various units. They have at least two years of military service. They're fine for field work.'

'Yes. How many should I pick?'

'Your squad should have at least 50 people. At least you can work in three shifts. When you need reinforcements, you can coordinate it within your own squad.'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong stood at attention and agreed.

He didn't recruit anyone last night. But the director gave him dozens of people at the drop of a hat.

It really is important to have a platform!

There are many advantages to working alone. But there are also many restrictions.

If someone betrays you, you'll be in trouble in the future.

It's better to pick people the proper way. We should all take a look at the people we're considering.

They're all veterans of the army, which means they should be good at marksmanship and hand-to-hand combat. They're suitable for physical work.

'Go!'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong stood at attention and saluted.

He turned and left. He passed Mao Renfeng's office.

'The Director wants me to pick people,'

'Go!'

Mao Renfeng said with a smile.

Zhang Yong knew that there was definitely something to do with him.

The Director wants to expand the strength of the Secret Service, and Mao Renfeng is no different in wanting to expand his own power.

Who doesn't want more and more people under their command?

If you have 100 people, you want 10,000. If you have 10,000 people, you want 100,000.

So later, the Director created tens of thousands of loyalists to save the country.

But Mao Renfeng, the head of Section 5, has not yet settled into his position. He can only implement the people first on himself. Fifty people. It's almost like a team.

Although he was not the team leader, he was treated like one with 50 people under his command.

Everyone understood this tacitly.

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong said goodbye and went to pick people.

The training base was of course not in Ji'e Lane. Nor was it in Honggong Temple.

As the Fuxing Society rose in power, the training base was moved to Shuanghe Village in the west. This side could accommodate more people.

'Zhongyang!'

'Liuqi!'

Zhang Yong brought all his own people with him.

Soon afterwards, the group arrived at Shuanghe Village. To their surprise, Yang Shanfang was here.

During this period, Zhang Yong rarely returned to the headquarters in Jige Lane. He was not well informed about the situation there. He had no idea that Yang Shanfang had been transferred here.

'Section Chief Yang...'

'I am now the director of the training base.'

'Congratulations.'

'What's to congratulate?'

Yang Shanfang said this, but he was actually very happy.

After all, who doesn't want to get promoted and become rich?

He was originally only a deputy section chief. Now he is the director of the training base, and his rank has been promoted to section chief. Of course he is happy.

With such a large training base, there will naturally be plenty of opportunities.

'Secretary Mao has already called me. Don't worry. I will give you the best people. You can choose for yourself. Whichever one you pick will be the one you get.'

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong said gratefully.

Yang Shanfu took out a thick roster and handed it to him.

All the candidates have also gathered. There are a total of 150 people. Zhang Yong can choose 35 people.

'Come on!'

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong followed Yang Shanfang behind him to the training ground.

All the veterans stood at attention. They formed neat ranks. But none of them were carrying weapons.

Walking up to the high platform,

Zhang Yong suddenly felt a little excited.

Damn, according to the normal development of the plot, he should be standing below.

It should be the people selected. He might not even be qualified to be selected. But now, he is actually qualified to select people.

Just look at the way the veterans are looking at him. They're surprised too.

What a young officer. How old could he be?

Could it be that he's actually here to pick people?

Unbelievable.

Unthinkable.

'Attention!'

'At ease!'

'Attention!'

'At ease!'

Yang Shanfang shouted the commands.

Everyone below immediately focused their attention.