You were allowed to marry into No. 76 family, and you were promoted to director?

Chapter 330 Investigation
Without making a sound, Chen Yuliang folded the newspaper and walked out with his things.

Fan Dingfang from the Action Section had just finished breakfast and came out of the cafeteria when he saw Chen Yuliang and greeted him:
"Hey, Old Chen, where are you headed so early?"

Chen Yuliang replied with a refined smile:

"Mr. Yi has been transferred to the Military Police Hospital. They are still lacking some things there. It will be more convenient for Mr. Yi to use if we buy them there as soon as possible."

Fan Dingfang smiled and nodded. Chen Yuliang took a few steps forward, then his smile vanished completely, and he quickly walked out of the gate of No. 76.

Standing outside the door, Chen Yuliang glanced left and right, and after confirming that there was only one rickshaw, he waved to the driver. Once the driver came over, Chen Yuliang got in and said:

"Go to Baoshan Street."

After the rickshaw driver had set off and gone quite a distance, Chen Yuliang withdrew his gaze from observing the rickshaw driver's clothing and softly recited:
"Last night, I listened to the wind and rain in my small building."

The rickshaw driver paused noticeably for a moment, then resumed his pace, and replied with a smile:
"The wind intensifies longing, the rain adds to sorrow."

"Sir, are you looking for someone?"

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be able to tell. Good, go find your lover."

"That's quite a coincidence. Where I live, I often hear a pretty girl reciting these two lines of poetry, but I think she recited 'Listening to the wind and rain all night in a small building,' right?"

"No, it was last night."

"Hehe, sir, you're clearly a cultured man. I must have misheard you. But I still think that young lady's recitation was more pleasant. Last night was nothing like the last one. All that wind and rain was pointless. We should see what tomorrow brings. Look, there's someone selling apricot blossoms!"

Chen Yuliang finally breathed a sigh of relief, and soon the rickshaw driver stopped at the entrance of an alley.

"The person waiting for you is inside."

"Thank you!"

Chen Yuliang straightened his clothes before quickly walking into the alley.

As Chen Yuliang walked further in, he realized that it was a dead end.

A man wearing a round-brimmed hat and a gray long shirt was standing under the wall waiting for him.

"Comrade Migratory Bird?"

Chen Yuliang's heart trembled with excitement, his hands shook, and even his steps became increasingly hurried.

"I am a migratory bird, a migratory bird waiting to return home. Comrades, I have finally made contact with you."

"We've been looking for you for a long time!"

After chatting for a while, Chen Yuliang handed the list of eighteen people to the comrade who came to make contact.

"I never expected that Secretary Sun would actually come to see me in person!"

Upon learning the identity of the contact person, Chen Yuliang was quite surprised.

Sun Jianzhong took off his hat, looked at Chen Yuliang, and smiled:
"It should."

"Moreover, only I can bring back such important intelligence."

At this point, Sun Jianzhong looked at Chen Yuliang with curiosity:
"So you mean you're staying in Shanghai?"

Chen Yuliang nodded firmly and said:

"Yes, we finally managed to infiltrate 76, we can't give up so easily, and I must avenge my teacher."

After pondering for a moment, Sun Jianzhong agreed:

"You can stay, but you must guarantee with your Party spirit that you will not act alone or act impulsively. All action plans must be reported in advance and approved by the organization before you can carry them out."

As Fang Lie's student, Chen Yuliang had the Party spirit ingrained in his very bones.

"Please rest assured, Secretary Sun!"

Sun Jianzhong raised his hand and patted Chen Yuliang on the shoulder:

"Welcome to Shanghai, my fellow migratory birds! Let's fight side by side from now on!"

"Yes!"

Nanjing Road, formerly the site of government offices.

Tu Feiyuan never expected that Ding Moqun would come looking for him one day.

Inside the attic, Tu Feiyuan poured a cup of tea and pushed it towards Ding Moqun. The two knelt before the low table, and Tu Feiyuan asked curiously:
"Director Ding, is there anything I can do for you today?"

Tu Feiyuan is living a very comfortable life now, just waiting for the Sheshan Research Institute to be completed, and then taking credit for it.

Therefore, during this period, Doiyu was focused on training his subordinates and didn't care about external affairs at all.

Even when the Special Higher Police arrested the deputy head of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Shanghai station, Doiyuu simply smiled when he heard about it.

The deputy station chief was a nobody, and not much of a help at all. He couldn't compare to the Sheshan Research Institute's contributions.

However, upon hearing that the Special Higher Police had exchanged Mao Sanlin for one million silver dollars, Tu Feiyuan was still somewhat envious.

The original organization is now increasing its spending in every area and is very short of money.

Ding Moqun smiled and said in a calm voice:
"I wouldn't have come here without a reason. The reason I've come to see you today, Mr. Doiyuu, is to ask if you are interested in revitalizing the Banner Society?"

Nan Ting, who was under the command of Tu Feiyuan, was a member of the Zhenxingqi Society. However, Nan Ting betrayed the Zhenxingqi Society and raised another group of people, using the title of the Weixin Society.

The Zhenxingqi Society members now hate Nan Ting to the core, but there's nothing they can do, since Nan Ting has boarded the big ship of the Japanese.

"Revitalize the Flag Society?"

Doi-Yuan picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea, and began to ponder with his eyes slightly narrowed.

Ding Moqun could not have become interested in revitalizing the flag society without a reason. So, what was Ding Moqun's purpose?
After thinking for a moment, Tu Feiyuan stopped caring. What was the point of revitalizing the flag society? It was more worthwhile to arrest two Kuomintang secret agents or underground party members than to arrest those people.

Moreover, the people from the Zhenxingqi Society were considered their enemies, so Doiyuu really had no interest in the Zhenxingqi Society.

Of course, Doi-man would welcome any other members of the Shinsengumi to join his cause.

After all, the core members of the Zhenxingqi Society are all experts.

Unfortunately, during the Nanjing incident, many members of the Reform Society died or were injured, leaving only Nan Ting as the sole survivor who escaped to Shanghai.

Although Nan Ting has recruited a group of people to supplement the Reform Society, their abilities vary greatly. Nan Ting has been training them recently, and the expenses are enormous.

"I'm sorry, Director Ding, I'm not interested in Zhenxingqi Society. However, if you are interested, you can ask Nan Ting. I believe she will be happy to tell you."

Ding Moqun's purpose in coming here was Nan Ting, and Tu Feiyuan naturally realized this as well.

Anyway, Nan Ting is training that group of people every day, which is too expensive. If Ding Moqun can persuade Nan Ting, Tu Feiyuan would be willing to let her go out and relax for a few days, and see if he can get any benefits from it.
"In that case, thank you very much, Mr. Doi-Yuan."

A dozen minutes later, at the Dexing Pavilion on Nanjing Road.

Ding Moqun smiled as she looked at Nan Ting sitting opposite her:
"Miss Nan Ting, I've come to you today to ask how much you know about the Zhenxingqi Society?"

"You should know that many people in the Zhenxing Flag Society hiding in Shanghai hate you to the core. If you can tell me their details, I don't mind helping you solve these problems."

Nan Ting ate her food with chopsticks, showing no intention of answering Ding Moqun's question.

Ding Moqun smiled and continued:

"It seems Miss Nan Ting isn't interested in this. However, if I corner the Zhenxingqi Society, would Miss Nan Ting be interested in recruiting them?"

Nan Ting paused in her movements, finally looking up at Ding Moqun, then gave a cold smile:
"you?"

After saying only one word, Nan Ting lowered her head and continued eating.

Even with his excellent composure, Ding Moqun couldn't help but feel somewhat angry at this moment.

Having lowered himself to meet her, it was clear that Nan Ting was also interested in recruiting the Zhenxingqi Society members from Shanghai. However, she did not believe that she could drive the Zhenxingqi Society members to a dead end.

After taking a deep breath, Ding Moqun asked again:

"It seems Miss Nan Ting knows the whereabouts of those people, and there are many experts among them. But how can you be so sure that I can't drive them into a corner?"

Nan Ting put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth with a napkin:
“Ding Moqun, you are Zhao Xuan’s uncle, so I agreed to see you. At the same time, I advise you that if you want to live a good life, don’t provoke those people.”

Ding Moqun narrowed his eyes slightly:
"What if Zhao Xuan also joins in?"

Nan Ting fell silent. After a few seconds, she looked at Ding Moqun with a cold gaze:
"Ding Moqun, if you want to die, don't drag Zhao Xuan down with you."

Ding Moqun laughed:
"Okay, tell me their whereabouts, and I promise Zhao Xuan won't get involved."

Nan Ting sighed, thinking that her life was really valuable. She helped Zhao Xuan time and time again, but every time she helped him, she would think about the life-saving grace. Zhao Xuan felt that it was enough after helping him a few times, but Nan Ting did not think so, unless one day she also saved Zhao Xuan's life.

After thinking it over carefully for a few minutes, Nan Ting finally relented:
"Okay, remember what you said."

After speaking, Nan Ting took out banknotes from the right pocket of her Zhongshan suit, wrote down the whereabouts of Zhenxingqi Society, handed them to Ding Moqun, and then got up and left Dexing Hall.

Ding Moqun smiled as he looked at the note in his hand, burned it to ashes, and then got up to pay the bill.

On the way back, Ding Moqun felt even more regretful. His nephew-in-law was a real treasure; people everywhere were willing to give him face.

If only Zhao Xuan were still in number 76!

Ding Moqun grew angrier the more he thought about it, and in his heart he had cursed the fat, ugly ancestors for eighteen generations.

Back at No. 76, Ding Moqun immediately summoned Zhang Sanjin and told him the whereabouts of the Zhenxingqi Society, instructing him to take men to monitor the group's movements over the next few days and report back immediately if anything seemed amiss.

The backyard of a tailor shop on Avenue Joffre in the French Concession of Shanghai.

The Shanghai Metro Station has been moved here.

Fu Zhengguo looked at Mao Sanlin, who had been brought back, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Both of Mao Sanlin's thumbs were gone. To be honest, there's not much point in saving him now.

Fu Zhengguo felt heartbroken that he had spent a million silver dollars to get a cripple in return.

Mao Sanlin also suffered a severe blow; he could no longer hold a gun, and he couldn't even hold a pen.

Mao Sanlin now doesn't know what he can do after coming back.
Commanding from behind the scenes? Mao Shu must have a lot of complaints about him now that the mission has failed.

Even though there was a ghost in the house, failure is failure.

At the same time, Mao Sanlin also hated Zhao Xuan extremely. If it weren't for Zhao Xuan leading his men to arrest him, he wouldn't be in this situation now.
If possible, Mao Sanlin would like to take the Hurricane Team out again, and do everything he can to wring Zhao Xuan's head off.

Unfortunately, this is just wishful thinking.

Fu Zhengguo will not hand over the Hurricane team to him again.

The Hurricane Team was able to escape unscathed at Cunji Hospital thanks to a group of people who suddenly appeared.

That group had overwhelming firepower; they cleared out the people at the back gate of Cunji Hospital in just one minute, covering the Hurricane Team's retreat.

The Hurricane team still doesn't know who's helping them.

"Mao Sanlin, you have been completely exposed. The higher-ups want you to return to Shancheng as soon as possible. As for your position, Boss Dai will make arrangements for you after you return to Shancheng."

Mao Sanlin chuckled and walked dejectedly toward the small house that Fu Zhengguo had arranged for him.

Seeing this, Fu Zhengguo shook his head. A generation of elites of the Party and the State had been ruined by the Japanese.

Next, the task of assassinating Chen Yibo fell to him. Fu Zhengguo was in a real bind because he couldn't think of anyone to lead the assassination attempt on Chen Yibo.

Phoenix Tail Orchid helped find out Chen Yibo's whereabouts, but if the person leading the team is incompetent, let alone assassinating Chen Yibo, they might lose the last bit of their resources at Shanghai Station.

After thinking it over, Fu Zhengguo looked at Zheng Yi, who was pruning potted plants in the courtyard.

"Zheng Yi, who do you think should be assigned to assassinate Chen Yibo?"

Zheng Yi stopped what she was doing, put down the large scissors, and turned to look at Fu Zhengguo:
"The best choice is of course the young tiger, provided you can persuade him to join."

Fu Zhengguo's cheeks twitched involuntarily. Young Tiger, Boss Dai's precious darling. Who else but Boss Dai is qualified to assign him tasks?
Moreover, Fu Zhengguo was extremely curious about the tiger cub, but also very puzzled.

Fu Zhengguo was somewhat aware of the situation in the mountain city.

Tiger Girl was the biggest telegraph sender to the mountain city.

Tiger Girl was the protector of the cub, and the telegrams Tiger Girl sent to the mountain city could also be considered as being sent back by the cub.

However, despite sending so many telegrams back, the Japanese radio trucks and direction finders never detected it.

Sometimes Fu Zhengguo even suspected that Tiger Girl and Young Tiger were not actually hiding in Shanghai at all.

Ironically, the young tiger has been involved in almost every major event in Shanghai.

"Forget about that. We can't hire Young Tiger. Do you have any other options?"

Zheng Yi nodded:

"Master Niu, Lao Dan's subordinate, is a master of assassination. If he leads the team, the success rate will definitely increase significantly."

Fu Zhengguo was starting to lose interest in talking to Zheng Yi. Was this how people chatted? One sentence was all it took to kill the conversation.

Whether it's Young Tiger or Old Dan, these two guys are more mysterious than the other; how can you ask them for favors if you can't even find them?

He knew where Master Niu was, but without Lao Dan's approval, Master Niu wouldn't agree to help him.

"Zheng Yi, I'm serious."

Zheng Yi laughed heartily:
"Stationmaster, I'm serious. If you want me to go, just say so. There's no need to beat around the bush."

Fu Zhengguo smiled awkwardly and walked forward with his hands behind his back:

“Zheng Yi, as you know, our Shanghai station is currently facing a severe shortage of talent. After much thought, I believe you are the only one suitable to lead the team.”

Zheng Yi nodded:

"Okay, I'll lead the team then."

Mountain City, the headquarters of the Military Intelligence Bureau.

Chen Chuyin and Zhou Xiaoman were looking at documents in the archives. It was almost time for the archives staff to close, and Zhou Xiaoman tugged at Chen Chuyin's sleeve:

"Uncle Chen, that's enough for today. Let's call it a day."

After leaving the archives, Director Chen took Zhou Xiaoman to a restaurant outside for dinner.

Inside the private room, Director Chen looked intently at Zhou Xiaoman and said:
"The situation is a bit complicated. I'm starting to suspect that pangolins might be lurking among us."

After spending a day reviewing the archives, Zhou Xiaoman observed almost everyone working in the archives and even spoke with several of them.

None of these people resembled pangolins.

Take Li Miaotong, the director of the archives, for example; she is a sophisticated egoist.

If they didn't have Boss Dai's written order, Li Miaotong wouldn't allow anyone to enter the archives and access the files at will.

In particular, when someone delivers files for filing, Li Miaotong checks them very carefully and asks the person who delivered the files various questions to determine whether anyone other than the person who retrieved and organized the files had looked at them during the delivery process.
Logically, after going through all that procedures, the pangolin should not have had the opportunity to view the archived files.

Unfortunately, every time the pangolin obtains intelligence, it's usually the information that's already been archived.

This was also the conclusion Chen Chuyin reached after analyzing the contents of the telegram that the pangolin had sent to Ding Moqun last time.

Even a pangolin could see an archived document, and Li Miaotong hadn't found any flaws yet.

Either the pangolin is too well hidden and overly cautious.

Either Li Miaotong has a problem.

Zhou Xiaoman stood up and walked to the window. After glancing at the time on her watch, her gaze fell on the main entrance of the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters.

Li Miaotong stepped out the door almost at the exact moment.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaoman turned around and asked:
“Uncle Chen, Li Miaotong leaves work right on time every day. After she leaves, the archives are locked. Even if there are important documents to file, we either have to wait until Li Miaotong comes to work the next day, or we have to make her go back to work overtime.”

"If it's the former, the pangolin will have plenty of time to review the archives and reconstruct the data."

"However, if the compiled files cannot be filed on the same day, the person who compiled them will lock them in their office or even carry them with them."

"Therefore, in the former case, the pangolin may have obtained the intelligence, but the possibility is too low."

"As for the latter, unless Li Miaotong herself has a problem, it's impossible for the pangolin to obtain the intelligence."

Chen Chuyin nodded. Zhou Xiaoman's analysis was very comprehensive, so now the main focus was on Li Miaotong.

However, Chen Chuyin added one more point:
“Xiaoman, there is another possibility: the intelligence was leaked at the source and has nothing to do with the archives.”

Zhou Xiaotong nodded and smiled:
“Uncle Chen, I’ve also investigated this matter. Today in the archives, I went through the files of the secretaries of each department head.”

"It can be said that, apart from my teacher, there was also Teacher Ye Biean from the Telecommunications Department, and all the other department heads had secretaries."

Boss Dai's secretary is Mao Shu, and Mao Shu cannot be a pangolin; Zhou Xiaoman is certain of this.

The reason Shen Xing doesn't have a secretary is because he's been sent out to work elsewhere and hasn't been replaced yet. Also, Shen Xing was thinking that once Zhou Xiaoman joins the Military Intelligence Bureau, he'd keep Xiaoman by his side to help her get familiar with the work.

Ye Biean doesn't have a secretary because he's been sent abroad. Ye Biean's former secretary was Zheng Yi.

Upon hearing this, Chen Chuyin looked at Zhou Xiaoman with some surprise. He had never suspected the secretaries of those department heads, so Zhou Xiaoman was really bold.

Those secretaries represent the face of their respective department heads. If a problem is really discovered, no one else could handle the situation.

Zhou Xiaoman, however, was not afraid. After all, almost every section chief in the Military Intelligence Bureau had been Zhou Xiaoman's teacher.

It's normal for students to help teachers solve problems!

"Unfortunately, Professor Ye Biean does not have a secretary, and the intelligence that Pangolin obtained was very likely compiled and filed by Professor Ye Biean."

"Teacher Ye is certainly not the pangolin, but the pangolin can obtain the information that has been organized and filed. Therefore, the focus should still be on the archives."

Zhou Xiaoman was afraid that Chen Chuyin would overthink things and go astray, and then there would be no time to turn back and sort things out. That's why Zhou Xiaoman wanted to explain things properly after hearing what Chen Chuyin said.

Chen Chuyin understood Zhou Xiaoman's meaning and smiled with satisfaction.

If the younger generation of the Military Intelligence Bureau had more talents like Zhou Xiaoman, sending them out would be like sending a series of trump cards!
"Uncle Chen, you saw the intelligence we filed yesterday, right? I think Pangolin will definitely be very interested in the matter of revitalizing the Flag Society. Right now, I'm just wondering if Ding Moqun has obtained this intelligence?"

Chen Chuyin smiled:

“That intelligence is top secret. If it weren’t for Boss Dai’s full support, we wouldn’t have had the right to access it. You saw it when it was being filed last night. Do you think there’s something wrong with the person who sent the file?”

Zhou Xiaoman smiled brightly, her two small dimples looking incredibly cute:

"I do hope he has a problem, but there's no way to prove it right now. It seems I'll have to ask my colleagues in Shanghai if they can help investigate whether No. 76 has been keeping an eye on Zhenxingqi Society recently. If they have, then it's highly likely that the intelligence that was filed last night was leaked and obtained by Pangolin."

"It's okay if there isn't one. In any case, having more options means having more opportunities."

Chen Chuyin thought this matter was worth handling, and he was able to contact Fu Zhengguo to have him send someone to investigate it thoroughly.

Zhou Xiaoman also thought about asking her teacher for help when she got back, to see if her senior could help her investigate.

As for now, we still need to keep an eye on Li Miaotong.

"Uncle Chen, Li Miaotong goes to Xianlesi to dance every day after get off work and dinner. Speaking of which, Li Miaotong is very famous at Xianlesi, the dance queen, tsk!"

Director Chen put down his teacup, stood up, and walked to the window, where he stood side by side with Zhou Xiaoman.

"Then let's go and meet her. I've been in the mountain city for so long, and I haven't been to Xianlesi yet."

"Hehe, that's perfect, Uncle Chen, let's go together. I've never been before. My teacher never allowed me to go to places like that. Let's take this opportunity to have some fun on the company's dime!"

Chen Chu glanced at Zhou Xiaoman, wondering if he should take her with him. If Shen Xing found out, he would probably nag him endlessly.

But seeing how adorable the little girl was, Chen Chuyin couldn't bear to refuse. With a sigh, he tacitly agreed.

Zhou Xiaoman glanced at Chen Chuyin discreetly and saw that his expression changed subtly before finally relaxing. Zhou Xiaoman also breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Xiaoman was still very curious about Cinque Terre. Many of her classmates had been there, and every time she heard them talk about it, Zhou Xiaoman became curious and wanted to go and see for herself.

(End of this chapter)