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

Chapter 394 Ambush
Mao Shu cursed inwardly, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.

Seeing that Boss Dai no longer liked him, Mao Shu left awkwardly.

Shen Xing quickly locked the office door and moved closer to Boss Dai.

"Third brother, this time Young Tiger has really given me a big problem!"

"A major problem?"

Boss Dai smiled and handed the flipped-over telegram to Shen Xing.

Shen Xing quickly scanned it, and after reading it, he was completely stunned!
"Why did the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Zhongtong) take a liking to this kid?"

"Moreover, what are the Japanese up to? It was actually the Japanese who orchestrated this; are they trying to infiltrate the Young Tiger into the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics?"

With a complex expression, Boss Dai looked at the rather surprised Shen Xing, his voice carrying a seductive, devilish rhythm as he slowly spoke to Shen Xing:

"Third brother, this is a golden opportunity!"

"The relationship between the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) and us has always been strained, and now the rift is even greater. If this continues, the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (JBI) and the CBIS will inevitably have a life-or-death confrontation."

Shen Xing frowned as he looked at Boss Dai. This was indeed an opportunity for the Military Intelligence Bureau, and it was an opportunity that the Japanese had created.

By using the Japanese to eliminate the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) forces, not only could dissidents within the party be weakened, but the authority of the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (MBIS) could also be expanded.

However, if outsiders find out about this, the Military Intelligence Bureau will inevitably be criticized and bear the infamy of colluding with the enemy.

Seemingly sensing Shen Xing's hesitation, Boss Dai gently tapped the table and said in a low but firm voice:

"Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles. The current situation is turbulent and unpredictable, so why bother about the legitimacy of the methods used? The Japanese are doing the work for us; we only need to go with the flow, orchestrate behind the scenes, and let the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Zhongtong) be destroyed in the open, while the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Juntong) reaps the benefits in the shadows. Public opinion is like the wind; it dissipates quickly. As long as we hold power, who will remember the rights and wrongs of today?"

Shen Xing remained silent for a long time, his fingertips trembling slightly, before finally raising his head, his gaze as sharp as a knife.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his voice low but firm:
"Your subordinate understands and is willing to go through fire and water for the great cause of the Party and the country."

Boss Dai's lips curled slightly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes, and he said softly:
"It's good that you think that way. This matter is top secret. You should know that not many people know Young Tiger's identity. If Young Tiger can successfully infiltrate the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Zhongtong) and even rise to a higher position, our Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Juntong) will surely take control of the country after the victory of the War of Resistance."

"We must be prepared for danger even in times of peace. Since we have such a good opportunity, we shouldn't let it slip by. Third brother, go and contact Young Tiger. Be prepared to adapt to any situation. Also, make sure to warn everyone who knows about Young Tiger's identity that there is absolutely no chance of it being revealed!"

Shen Xing sighed slightly, nodded in agreement, and left Boss Dai's office.

The light at the end of the corridor was dim. Shen Xing stood by the window and lit a cigarette, the flame illuminating his cold profile.

Smoke curled around his fingertips as Shen Xing gazed at the deep night outside the window, the image of the young yet composed face of the young tiger appearing in his mind. He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, his gaze hardening, as if piercing through time and war to see that lone warrior lurking deep within the enemy camp, vulnerable to exposure at any moment.

Even though he could use his own people against his own, Shen Xing was still quite conflicted.

But things had come to this point, the arrow was on the bowstring, and there was no choice but to release it. Shen Xing stubbed out his cigarette on the windowsill, the cold wind brushing against his fingertips, chilling him to the bone. He tightened the collar of his coat, stepped into the depths of the corridor, each step feeling like walking on a knife's edge.

The night was as dark as ink, and Shen Xing's footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, each step feeling like a blow to his heart.

The young tiger was a pawn he had personally nurtured, but now it was being pushed into even deeper danger.

He knew full well that once this game began, there was no turning back. The struggle between the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics was no longer a simple contest of power and responsibility, but a matter of life and death.

Shen Xing looked up at the dark sky in the distance, as if he could see a young tiger walking alone in the firelight, its back view lonely yet determined.

A breeze begins with a ripple, a wave forms from a gentle ripple; the existence of the cub is that undercurrent that quietly alters the tides. Shen Xing closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, only resolute determination remained in his gaze.

He turned and stepped into the night, silently reciting in his heart: Even if the wind is fierce and the waves are high, I will stand firm in the middle of the stream.

If the young tiger can endure to the end, it will surely become the key to breaking the deadlock one day.

Shen Xing knew that in the treacherous world of espionage, loyalty was a double-edged sword. Only by using wisdom as a shield and loyalty as a spear could he guard the dawn in the darkness.

If this succeeds, the Military Intelligence Bureau will control the world; if it fails, they will be utterly disgraced and ruined forever.

However, for the sake of the great cause of the Party and the nation, even if a thousand people point fingers, I will still go.

Around 10 p.m., Shen Xing returned home after finishing the tasks assigned by Boss Dai.

Standing at the door, looking at the brightly lit house inside, Shen Xing smiled warmly and pushed the door open to enter.

"Teacher, you're back!"

Upon seeing Shen Xing, Zhou Xiaoman stood up with delight. At this moment, her teacher's wife had already gone to sleep, and Zhou Xiaoman's voice was also very low.

"You're back! Why aren't you resting yet, you silly girl?"

"Waiting for the teacher!"

Shen Xing nodded slightly, knowing that Zhou Xiaoman wouldn't wait for him so late for no reason.

Normally, whenever Zhou Xiaoman came to stay, she would spend most of her time with her teacher's wife. After her teacher's wife went to sleep, Zhou Xiaoman would also go back to her own room to rest.

Zhou Xiaoman is waiting for me today, so she must have something to say.

"Come with me to the study."

A few minutes later, in the study, Zhou Xiaoman brewed a cup of tea, served it to Shen Xing, and then sat down opposite him at the desk with a smile.
"Teacher, why are you so late today?"

Shen Xing didn't want to mention Zhou Xiaoman's senior brother, nor could he.

"I left work early that day, I just worked a little overtime today."

"But you, waiting for me so late, you didn't just come to make me a cup of tea, did you?"

Zhou Xiaoman giggled, resting her chin on her hands, and blinked at Shen Xing:

"Teacher, it's a pity I didn't see my senior brother on this trip to Shanghai, but the Ghost Team he formed is really strong!"

Ghost Squad?

Shen Xing thought about it carefully for a while before realizing that it must be the Eternal Night Group that Zhao Xuan had previously destroyed.

His eyes flickered slightly, and his fingertips gently caressed the rim of the teacup. Shen Xing really didn't know that "Eternal Night" had been reborn under the name "Ghost" after its destruction.

Leaving aside himself, even Boss Dai probably doesn't know that Yongye has become a ghost.

It doesn't matter, since it was Boss Dai who agreed to let Young Tiger develop his own power. As long as it doesn't go against the general direction, some secret arrangements are tacitly approved.

However, Zhou Xiaoman did not see Zhao Xuan when she arrived in Shanghai, which relieved Shen Xing.

"Is this all you're talking about?"

Zhou Xiaoman shook her head:
"Of course not, teacher. After I came back this time, Director Li from the archives invited me and Sister Rong to dinner. After that, I met Chen Meiling. I couldn't refuse Director Li at the dinner table, so I agreed to work with her to deal with Yu Dale."

Shen Xing had no objection to this. Yu Dale's identity was suspicious, but the clues had been cut off too quickly, so although he and Boss Dai suspected that Yu Dale was a spy for the Wang Jingwei regime, they did not have any conclusive evidence.

Furthermore, given the relationship between Yu Dale and Young Master Jiang, we cannot act rashly without evidence.

Upon hearing this, Shen Xing's expression hardened slightly, and he lightly tapped his teacup with his fingertips:
"There are many suspicious points about Yu Dale's identity, but judging from the current situation, even if Yu Dale is a spy for the Wang Jingwei regime, it would be difficult for him to get away unscathed after peeking at the telegram in the director's office."

"When Section Chief Zheng from the Action Department bumped into him, he was already in the corridor, so there was no evidence at all. Moreover, you lost contact when you were in Nanjing, and you couldn't corroborate each other's statements immediately. Now, with Young Master Jiang's connection, it's too difficult to take action against him."

"If Li Miaotong asked for your help, and if I'm not mistaken, this operation against Yu Dale is under Song Rong's command, right?"

Zhou Xiaoman nodded:

"Sister Rong is very capable. I really felt it during my trip to Nanjing. She is absolutely brilliant."

Upon confirming that Song Rong was in command, Shen Xing's heart skipped a beat.

There's no doubt that Song Rong is capable, but what worries Shen Xing the most is Song Rong's personality. When she goes crazy, she's fearless and will cause a huge mess.

However, Shen Xing had no doubt that with Song Rong involved, they would definitely be able to take down Yu Dale.

However, this girl is too ruthless in her actions. Once she takes action, it will be with overwhelming force, leaving no room for maneuver.

Shen Xing frowned slightly, his fingertips slowly sliding along the rim of the teacup:

"Since you have already agreed, proceed according to plan, but remember, all actions must be reported and no unauthorized attacks are allowed."

He looked up at Zhou Xiaoman, his gaze calm:
“Song Rong is reckless, you can’t go crazy with her. Yu Dale is backed by Young Master Jiang. One wrong step and all your efforts will be in vain. Not only will you fail to take down Yu Dale, you may also get caught in a whirlpool!”

Zhou Xiaoman lowered her eyes and agreed, her fingertips clenching the hem of her dress:
"Teacher, I'm here to report this. Anyway, teacher, just watch, I definitely won't let Yu Dale get away this time."

At this point, a shadow of gloom settled over Zhou Xiaoman's eyes:
"I'm sorry, teacher, I couldn't bring Shen Congwen back."

Shen Xing shook his head:

"Those of us in this line of work should have been mentally prepared long ago."

"Alright, go and rest. We can't rush things with Yu Dale's matter; a steady and methodical approach is the best strategy."

In Shanghai, the morning sun had just begun to shine on the earth. Dao Yan, who was still half asleep, stretched and yawned. She had been having a wild time after returning last night, so she was sleeping so soundly today.

Looking at the empty seat next to her, Dao Yan's lips curled up slightly, and she reached out to touch her still slightly flushed cheeks.

Knock knock. The bedroom door was pushed open as soon as the knocking sounded. Dao Yan glared at Dao Ya, who was standing in the doorway looking at her with disgust.

"Sister, breakfast is ready. You got up so late today. How can you eat the breakfast your brother-in-law made?"

"We're lucky to have anything to eat!"

In response to Dao Ya's words, Dao Yan, dressed in purple pajamas, lazily got out of bed and grabbed a coat to put on.
"Besides, when has your brother-in-law ever cooked badly? Hurry up and get out, I'm going to change my clothes."

Dao Ya pouted, turned and walked out of the room, muttering to herself:

"You two are really something else! You keep me up all night, and I have to wake you up the next day. I can't stay in this house anymore!" Dao Yan's smile froze, her mind filled with Dao Ya's last words as she left.

Is it so noisy in the middle of the night that it keeps me awake?

In an instant, Dao Yan's face turned as red and hot as Steam Girl's.

She only realized today that Dao Ya could hear everything that happened between her and Zhao Xuan in the room!
hiss--

In an instant, Dao Yan just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

After a while, Dao Yan, her face flushed, changed her clothes and walked out of the room, her steps still a little unsteady, her ear tips still slightly burning. Downstairs, Zhao Xuan was casually drinking porridge at the dining table, while Dao Ya suppressed a laugh and ate her rice with her head down. The eerie atmosphere between them almost suffocated her.

"the weather is nice today."

Dao Yan spoke stiffly, but her voice trembled so much that even she could hear the abnormality in it.

Zhao Xuan looked at Dao Yan with a puzzled expression. What's wrong with her today?
"Ayan, what's wrong?"

Dao Yan quickly shook her head, while Dao Ya glanced at her older sister. Sure enough, her sister and brother-in-law didn't know about this before!
Damn it, I should have said so sooner. It's really hard on me to have suffered so many sleepless nights.

"nothing."

Dao Yan blushed and replied, not daring to glance at Dao Ya. She slowly sat down next to Zhao Xuan and began to eat breakfast with her head down.

Zhao Xuan didn't ask any further questions upon hearing this, but just then, a car horn sounded outside the villa gate. Dao Ya quickly stuffed a meat bun into her mouth, muttered something, and then grabbed two more meat buns and ran towards the gate.

"Xiaoya, who's looking for you? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Dao Yan also looked over with curiosity.

At this moment, Dao Ya, who was already standing at the door changing her shoes, finally managed to swallow the bun in her mouth, turned her head to look at the restaurant, and said:
"I hired a bodyguard yesterday, hehe!"

After saying that, Dao Ya darted out the door and nimbly ran towards the black sedan. The car window slowly rolled down, revealing a cold, stern face. Dao Ya smiled, opened the car door, and waved back into the house, "Sister, I'll be back for dinner tonight!"

Dao Yan watched the departing car, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Xiaoya said she hired a bodyguard, did you know about that?"

Zhao Xuan shook his head. He hadn't heard Xiao Ya mention it either. Besides, he had been with Dao Yan since he got back last night, and Xiao Ya had gone to bed early.

"I don't know, but Xiaoya has indeed been in some danger recently. Mei Agency has been blocked by her using economic means. Yingzuo suffered such a big loss, so he certainly won't let it go. If I'm not mistaken, Mei Agency is probably planning to take action against Xiaoya."

"However, as long as Xiaoya can get through these few days, Mei Jiji will definitely be the one to admit defeat in the end."

Speaking of this, Dao Yan nodded thoughtfully, and then began to complain:
"I really don't know where Xiaoya got so much money. Also, now it's not just the Mei Agency, even the 76th Bureau has been caught in the crossfire."

"Now, the lunch at No. 76 is almost all that's left is thin rice porridge. If this continues, not only will the Mei Agency not be able to hold on, but even No. 76 won't be able to hold on."

"But is the bodyguard Xiaoya hired reliable?"

Zhao Xuan shook his head:

"It's alright. Miao Xue contacted me yesterday. She's also secretly protecting Xiao Ya. With Miao Xue's abilities, Xiao Ya should be fine. Besides, you know how naive Xiao Ya is. Ying Zuo has chosen the wrong opponent to play dirty tricks on her."

"Besides, Xia Ya seems to care a lot about this new bodyguard, so I think he's quite capable. I'll look into it later, so you don't need to worry."

On the way to the old factory area, Dao Ya, who was sitting in the passenger seat, handed the meat bun in her hand to Nan Ting's mouth.

Nan Ting glanced at Dao Ya speechlessly, unable to bear this troublesome little devil any longer. She could only open her mouth, take a bite of the bun, and shake her head helplessly.

The car drove past dappled shadows of sycamore trees, the morning light dancing on the windows. Dao Ya smiled and withdrew her hand, a few crumbs of steamed bun clinging to her fingertips, which she casually wiped on her trouser leg. She turned her head to look at Nan Ting, a mischievous glint in her eyes:

“I saw you keeping watch in the car all night last night.”

Nan Ting chewed on her steamed bun, completely ignoring Dao Ya.

After spending more than a day together, Dao Ya finally understood that Nan Ting was just a proud and aloof person, cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and though she didn't say it, she kept everything in her heart.

The more she acted this way, the more amused Dao Ya became, and she couldn't help but want to tease her:

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes!"

Soon they arrived at the old factory area, where Sato Ai had arrived and was directing the workers to move goods and load them onto trucks.

This batch of goods is being delivered to the French Concession; Smith has been urging them several times already. After getting out of the car, Dao Ya walked straight towards Sato Ai, with Nan Ting silently following half a step behind, her eyes scanning the surroundings, her hand already subtly slipping into her trench coat pocket.

The cargo boxes were stacked neatly. Looking at her capable assistant, Miss Ai, Dao Ya ran up and hugged her arm.

"Xiao Ai, you're here so early."

Sato Ai was slightly taken aback, then a gentle smile appeared on her lips. "You've only just arrived. I thought I'd have to wait a long time again."

Dao Ya blinked and leaned her head on her shoulder. "With Sister Nan escorting us, of course it'll be fast."

"Smith's shipment is ready. The Navy has inquired whether they need an escort this time."

Daoya tilted her head and thought for a few seconds, then shook her head and said:

"No need. The World Chamber of Commerce has its own channels. Besides, Uncle Toyota and his men won't make much money escorting this batch of goods."

After standing outside for a while and watching the military trucks carrying the goods leave, Dao Ya and the other two entered a warehouse.

This warehouse has been converted into a rest area, complete with sofas, radios, and an old-fashioned gramophone in the corner, with vinyl records slowly spinning and raspy jazz music flowing in the air.

Sato Ai glanced at Nan Ting, who was sitting expressionlessly to the side, opened her mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Seeing this, Dao Ya smiled and looked at Nan Ting. Nan Ting just snorted and stood up, walked to the warehouse door, and leaned against it, looking at the scenery outside.

At this moment, Sato Ayane leaned close to Toa's ear and said:

"Xiaoya, this morning, Wan Laosan from the black market contacted me, saying that someone needs a large quantity of weapons. The firearms are relatively few, but the bullets are in huge quantities. However, the price offered is not high. If I agree, I can make a profit by selling in large quantities at a low profit margin."

"Most importantly, if we can deliver to your door, the price will triple!"

Daoya raised her hand and pressed it on Sato Ai's shoulders with a solemn expression, then stared at Sato Ai with a serious look:
"three times!!"

"Yes, three times."

"Then what are you waiting for? We'll deliver to your door!"

Sato Ai gave a wry smile; she knew that Toa was definitely much bolder than herself.

"I'd like to too, but the delivery address is in Zhanggezhuang!"

Dao Ya was slightly taken aback. Zhang Gezhuang?
Daoya didn't know this place at first glance, and Sato Ai only found out by secretly looking through some information in her brother's study.

When she saw Sato Ai raise her hand and make an "eight" shape with her fingers, Dao Ya's pupils contracted slightly.

Eighth Route Army!
"Xiao Ai, you're not kidding me, are you?"

Sato Ai shook her head:

"How could that be? If this deal weren't big, I wouldn't even want to talk to you about it; I would have just refused. But they've prepared three whole boxes of gold and 180 large yellow croakers!"

Daoya took a deep breath and looked at Sato Ai with shining eyes:
"That works out to more than 5 silver dollars."

After speaking, Dao Ya raised her eyebrows slightly:
"But it's not cost-effective. Sending the weapons from Shanghai would be expensive, not to mention the transportation costs. We could use trains, which would be faster, but the risks would be too high, and we'd have to transport them from Laiyang County."

"It's not worth spending 50,000 yuan to deliver goods this far away."

Sato Ai grabbed Toa's wrist with her other hand and said with a speechless expression:

"Xiaoya, the three boxes of large yellow croakers are just the price for this batch of weapons. If you deliver them to our door, the price will triple, which is 160,000 silver dollars."

Daoya suddenly stood up, her eyes flashing with a burning light:
"Delivery is a must; we offer door-to-door delivery. Our main focus is on providing excellent service!"

In truth, Dao Ya really wanted to give this batch of weapons to the Red Party for free, but that was impossible. These things didn't belong to Dao Ya; the Military Police Headquarters paid the lion's share.

However, even if she couldn't deliver weapons, Daoya could still smuggle some personal goods. Compared to weapons, the Red Party was more in need of medicines and radio parts.

These supplies were extremely scarce in the base area, especially penicillin and hemostatic bandages, which often determined the life or death of the wounded.

Dao Ya thought to herself that if she could hide dozens of kilograms of sulfanilamide powder and some important parts of the telegraph machine in the ammunition box, it would be like sending charcoal in snowy weather to the Red Party.

She nodded to Sato Ai without making a sound:

"Notify Wan Laosan to accept this order, but we need to agree on a secret code. Two-thirds of the payment will be made in cash upon arrival at Zhanggezhuang, and the remaining balance will be paid by the contact person after inspecting the goods."

"If the contact asked about the goods, he would say, 'Same as usual, made in Germany, batch number Spring 26.'"

Dao Ya paused, then lowered her voice and added:
"If we were stopped at night, we would answer 'opium from Laiyang,' using a pass from the Japanese Army's transportation department in Shanghai."

She tapped her fingertips lightly on the table, her gaze calm and serene.

"In addition, let Wan Laosan choose the safest route, preferably after leaving Laiyang, avoiding Japanese outposts, and if necessary, detouring through Qixia Mountain."

This trip is not only about earning enough silver dollars, but also about delivering the goods to the base unscathed.

This can be considered Dao Ya's insignificant support for the Red Party.

Every inch of our land is bought with blood. As long as it's within Dao Ya's power and her safety can be guaranteed, she's willing to do it. Just as Fan Zhongyan used business to uphold righteousness, Dao Ya also understands the importance of expediency.

Sato Ai carefully memorized it, but still reminded Toa of something:
“Xiaoya, this trip is a bit dangerous, and the doubled final payment they gave us is settled in Beihai currency.”

(End of this chapter)