Hong Kong Film Intelligence King

Chapter 339 Commissioner Smith

"Sir, the Governor's mansion has been dark for three nights in a row," the beautiful adjutant reported to James.

James mocked:

"Lights out for three consecutive nights? Could it be that the water and electricity have been cut off for three days straight?"

"The Governor has been in Hong Kong for too long and has long forgotten how to treat the rich."

"He actually wants to exert his authority over Wang Sheng?"

"The king was already merciful enough not to take his life."

The beautiful adjutant reminded him:
"Sir, the Governor is still our Governor, after all."

James mocked:

"The big capitalists of the foreign firms haven't said anything about this either. What do you think about that?"

"The governor is delusional in trying to use his power to force the king to submit; this is a grave taboo."

"If he can subdue Wang Dao today, won't he be able to subdue others tomorrow?"

"We can't set a precedent like this."

"Once it's opened, the consequences will be endless."

The beautiful adjutant nodded in agreement.

Just as she was about to speak, a lazy voice said:
"James, you Fog City folks are really ruthless when it comes to your own people."

The beautiful woman suddenly turned around and was shocked to find a handsome, roguish white man standing in the doorway.

Her expression changed.

"Don't worry, this is Commissioner Smith, a friend from the Ugly Country."

James immediately spoke up to comfort the beautiful female adjutant.

"That's just how this guy is, he appears and disappears like a ghost."

The beautiful adjutant composed herself.

"Could you please bring me two cups of coffee? I need to speak with Smith."

The beautiful adjutant took her leave.

James stared intently at Smith:
"What brings you to Hong Kong?"

"Are things alright with South Korea and Okamoto?"

Smith shrugged:

"What could possibly be going on over there?"

"Everything is under control."

"It's Hong Kong that's more interesting."

James paused, then suddenly asked:

"Did the people of Chongqing exchange intelligence with the United States?"

Smith shrugged:

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have come looking for you."

James' pupils constricted slightly.
Which intelligence report?

Smith said with a half-smile:

"You submitted it to Mr. M."

James launched into a tirade:
"Shit."

How did that intelligence end up in your hands?

"This is top secret!"

Top Secret!

Smith comforted him:

"Calm down, James. The Five Eyes alliance has an obligation to share intelligence."

James shook his head:

"That's true, but this kind of information is already classified as top secret."

"It shouldn't have been shown to you in the first place."

Smith sighed:
"Indeed."

James asked:
"What did you pay?"

Smith said in astonishment:

"what?!"

James pressed on, asking:

"I mean, what price did you pay for this intelligence?"

Smith shook his head:

"no!"

James's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his eyes were filled with despair.

"The Fog City is doomed!"

"This intelligence cost me half a million pounds!"

"You're just giving away the Fog City for free like this?"

Smith was taken aback:
"Five hundred thousand pounds?"

"That makes sense."

“A capable guy could easily make five million pounds or even more with this intelligence.”

Smith glanced at James, whose expression was unusually complicated.

"Do you think it's possible that Mr. M doesn't want us to take this intelligence seriously?"

James snorted coldly:

“If he really didn’t want you to see this kind of information, he wouldn’t have passed it on to you in the first place.”

"This is top-secret intelligence that cost half a million pounds to obtain."

Smith composed himself.

"James, could you introduce me to that strategic analysis expert?"

James raised an eyebrow:
What do you want to do?

Smith sighed:
"I must say, you have done a very good job."

"The intelligence analysis we've received is already starting to show results."

"Our economy has shown significant improvement, and experts predict that we will be able to emerge from recession by the end of the year."

"We would like further guidance."

James looked at Smith incredulously:
"What are you talking about?"

"Is national policy something that you and I can interfere with?"

Aren't you afraid of being run over?

Smith shrugged:

"I came here under orders."

James instinctively clutched his chest:
"You're on orders?"

Smith nodded:

"I followed instructions from the government."

"The President has seen that report."

"Congratulations, James, you have successfully made your mark on the President's mind."

James's expression darkened further:

"so what?"

"I'm from Chongqing, not from the Ugly Country."

Whether the President remembers me or not is not important.

Smith suddenly said:

"James, I understand how you feel."

James curled his lip and said, "You don't understand anything."

"I truly understand you."

"In the eyes of an expert, your report perfectly captures our development needs."

"Any visionary leader should take this as a guiding principle."

"They should even hire you to give a lecture."

"Unfortunately, even though Mr. M from your company highly praised your report, in Chongqing..."

Smith shrugged.

“Those in power rejected it for a variety of reasons.”

"This is an unforgivable crime."

"The Ugly Country is different."

"His Excellency the President soon saw the report and greatly appreciated it."

"He even wanted me to make a statement."

James looked at Smith speechlessly:
"Tell me, what medal do you want me to receive?"

Smith shook his head dramatically:

"medal?"

"No no no!"

"What's so good about that thing?"

"What the President brings you is something more substantial."

James looked at him suspiciously:
"Something more tangible?"

Smith nodded.

"That's right!"

He pulled out a document, opened it, and inside was a banknote!
Smith handed the banknotes to James:
"This is a reward that the Grand Commander ordered me to bring you..."

Smith was extremely envious.
"Dude, you've struck it rich! A whole million dollars!"

James stared at the other person in disbelief, then suddenly blurted out:

"Could this be... money to buy one's life?"

Smith was choked half to death:

"Dude, you're pretty careful."

James sneered:

"In our line of work, skepticism is fundamental."

"I don't believe in free lunches."

"I wouldn't dare accept this if you didn't state your requirements."

"He's hotter than burning coals."

Smith murmured:

"If only I had been as cautious as you back then."

"Alright, Your Excellency has a few questions you'd like to ask that strategist."

Does the Ugly Kingdom want to see Wang Sheng?
James bluntly stated:

"I think you've already investigated this."

"I wrote this."

Smith nodded:

"That's right."

"This was indeed written by you."

“We even found that one night you kept calling relevant experts to verify certain situations.”

"Buddy, it's true that you wrote the investigation report, but you didn't write the ideas."

"You don't have such profound thoughts."

James was utterly speechless.

That's right, just as Smith said, he doesn't have such profound thoughts.

If Wang Dao hadn't explained it to him, he wouldn't even have known what would happen after the two policies were implemented in Wudu and Huafu.

However, now, after Wang Dao's guidance, he can be considered an expert in a certain field.

"That gentleman doesn't want to be disturbed."

James had no idea of ​​Wang Dao's attitude toward Washington and dared not make a decision for him.

Smith expressed his understanding, and then pulled out another check:
"This is $100,000, the fee for asking you to make an introduction."

James said in astonishment:

"what?"

Smith shrugged:

"If you help with the introduction, this $100,000 is yours."

James asked:
"Didn't that report make it very clear?"

"Why do we need to find the original author?"

Smith sighed:
"I won't lie to you, the president is excited about our ability to revive the economy."

"However, he is very worried about our soaring inflation." "He wants to be re-elected and must achieve a good result in his first term."

"If we could bring inflation down ahead of time..."

"This is the best."

"Now that we have foreseen the occurrence of the problem, we must find a solution to it."

"This is how we do things."

James nodded slowly:
"Makes sense."

Then he pushed the $100,000 check forward, and Smith exclaimed in surprise:
"James, you refused?"

James smiled and shook his head:

"That's 100,000 dollars, how many people could refuse?"

"However, I wouldn't dare to make decisions for others so casually."

"Please allow me to ask that person."

Smith raised an eyebrow:
Who is that strategic mastermind?

James replied politely:
“Smith, I cannot take you there without that gentleman’s permission.”

Smith was very surprised:
"You can't make the decision?"

James looked at Smith like he was looking at an idiot.
"Do you think such a strategist is someone I can control?"

Smith frowned and said:

"Even 100,000 US dollars can't get me a single meeting with that person?"

James was utterly speechless:
"Brother, calm down."

"Do you think that person, who accurately predicted the economic and political situation in the U.S. and Chongqing, wouldn't have some ability to amass wealth?"

"One hundred thousand dollars is indeed a lot of money for ordinary people."

"But to that person, who are you trying to humiliate with this little bit of money?"

Smith remained silent, speechless.

That's right.

This sum of money is a huge amount for ordinary people, but in the eyes of truly capable people, it's just average.

Trying to make the other party bow down with just a sum of money is absurd!

Smith quickly expressed his opinion.

"James, you know the orders I received from above."

"If you can arrange for that gentleman to meet me, I will certainly reward you handsomely."

James thought for a moment and said:
"Brother, I can't guarantee anything."

"You go back first, I'll contact that gentleman right away."

"If he agrees, he'll tell you immediately."

Smith placed the check in front of James:
"Buddy, this is what you deserve."

James accepted it with a smile.

After Smith left, he suddenly pushed everything on the table to the ground.

The beautiful adjutant entered:
"Sir..."

James waved his hand, looking dejected:

"The foggy city is still as sieve as ever. The report I submitted to the foggy city was passed on to the Ugly countrymen instead."

"This is really frustrating."

Rebecca quickly said:
"Sir, Chongqing has always been like this."

James smiled wryly:

"That's right, it's always been like this."

“Starting with the Cambridge Five, the foggy city has been like a sieve.”

Rebecca pledged her loyalty, saying:

"Sir, no matter which path you choose, I will follow you closely."

James paused for a moment, then smiled and said:

"That's right."

Rebecca pulled out a check and handed it to the beautiful adjutant. She was taken aback; the check was for $100,000.

"Sir, this...?"

James calmly said:

"Loyalty deserves reward."

"Don't worry, just accept it."

Rebecca happily accepted it.

James smiled and said:

"Thank you for comforting me. Now, I should get to work."

The beautiful adjutant quickly tidied up the office, turned around and left, considerately closing the office door behind her.

James picked up his phone and dialed Wang Dao's number:
"Brother Dao, an uninvited guest just arrived at my place."

Wang Dao laughed and said:

"Smith?"

James was taken aback:
"You already know?"

Wang Dao shrugged:

"This is Hong Kong, and foreigners are always foreigners."

"Some people think they're hiding it well, but in reality, they have no idea that they've already been exposed."

"You may not know, but Smith has been in Hong Kong for three days now."

James was both shocked and furious:
"Smith has been here for three days?"

"I thought he had just arrived."

Wang Dao laughed and said:

"You want to plead for Smith?"

James was startled:
"Brother Dao, what did Smith do to you?"

"I didn't mean to plead for him."

Wang Dao asked in surprise:
"Didn't Smith ask you to see me?"

James said in astonishment:

"Brother Dao, you know about this too?"

Wang Dao shrugged:

"I'm a local, after all."

The intelligence system had alerted him three days ago that Commissioner Smith had arrived and wanted to meet with him.

As soon as the call came in, Wang Dao understood what it meant.

James has great respect for him:
"As expected of Brother Dao."

"Here's what happened: Smith just gave me two checks..."

He recounted the events exactly as they happened, without embellishing or showing any emotion whatsoever.

As an intelligence specialist, James knew all too well the misunderstandings that emotionally charged descriptions could cause.

He wouldn't make that kind of mistake.

Wang Dao smiled:
"Ten thousand US dollars for a single meeting... Am I really that worthless?"

James laughed too:

"you do not say!"

"I gave that check to Rebecca."

Wang Dao laughed heartily:

"Not bad."

"I'm free now, you can call Smith, Huang and I are waiting for you."

James readily agreed:
“I’ll call him right away.”

After hanging up the phone, James felt emboldened and immediately pulled out his landline to call Smith.

"No matter where you are, come back right away."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Ten minutes later, Smith came running back, panting.

That's right, it's done by running.

James said speechlessly:

"Dude, watch your appearance."

Smith laughed loudly:

"I'm willing to give up any image just to see that great person."

"Brother, you really know how to get things done."

James reminded him:

"That gentleman is a very important person. You should be mindful of your image and not offend him."

"If you really anger him, I won't make up for it for you."

Smith was full of confidence:
"In Hong Kong, we Americans still have a pretty high status."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Let's go!"

Ten minutes later, Smith looked up at the building in astonishment and asked James incredulously,
"Brother, have we come to the wrong place?"

"This is the territory of Wang Dao, the newly emerging tycoon of Hong Kong."

James looked at him with a mocking expression:
"Who do you think I brought you to see?"

Smith stared at James, speechless.
"Wait, that strategist is Wang Dao?"

James corrected:

"You have to call him Wang Sheng."

Smith was startled:
"Is it really him?"

James countered:

Do you know Wang Sheng?

Smith smiled wryly:

"Wang has no choice but to know, right?"

"It took him less than half a year to go from entering society to becoming the richest Chinese person."

"What an insane thing to do!"

"He also brazenly attacked your governor."

"The governor has been forced to stay at the Cultural Hotel for three days now."

"Who in Hong Kong doesn't know him now?"

"No one is more popular than him!"

Are we really going to visit him?

James said irritably:
"You've asked that three times now."

"Think about it, without a sufficient strategy, who could achieve such success in such a short period of time?"

Smith immediately realized that this made sense.

James reminded him again:

"Wang Sheng is a very kind person."

"But the premise is that you have to give him enough respect."

"If you don't respect him."

"Believe me, things won't end well."

Smith smiled wryly:

"You don't need to remind me of that. Although I am an American, the one who has the final say in Hong Kong is the Governor."

"Even the Governor was punished by Wang Sheng, let alone me?"

"I am self-aware."

The people of the Ugly Country today have thousands of mushroom bombs aimed at them by the Red Bear. Although they are arrogant, they are far from being as domineering as the future God who is second only to the United States.

At this point, they are still quite reasonable.

Smith, as the CIA's head of Asia, understood this principle even better.

James nodded slightly and led the way toward Wang Dao's office.

When I met Wang Jianjun, his face was full of smiles:

“Brother Jun, this American Smith and I have come to pay our respects to Brother Dao.”

Wang Jianjun carefully examined Smith, then suddenly said:
"Hand over your weapons."

James suddenly turned around, staring intently at the other person, his face as black as the bottom of a pot:
"You met Brother Dao with a weapon?"

Smith instantly struck a classic French pose and immediately said:
"James, could you please take my holster off?"

“I swear to God, I just carry this out of habit, and I didn’t mean to imply any disrespect to you, Wang Sheng.”

(End of this chapter)