An extraordinary life journey through old Beijing courtyard houses

The next day.

Tian Zhongsi and his superior, Ren Haojiu, the team leader, reported the results of their investigation to Wang Puchen.

The young man, with a look of elation, exclaimed excitedly, "Stationmaster, the car has been found!"

Wang Puchen took out a cigarette from the pack and gestured for him to continue.

"This car originally belonged to an American businessman named Smith, and has now been transferred to a female journalist named Roosevelt."

Wang Puchen frowned. This woman was too famous; he had heard of her before.

Tian Zhongsi had obviously seen it too, and quickly said, "Fortunately, the driver is a Chinese man named Jiang Baobin."

"I am sixteen years old this year. I was unemployed before. My ancestral home is Shandong Province. I fled from outside the Great Wall to Beiping in 33."

"He hasn't been a driver for long, station manager. I find this person very suspicious."

"It's like they just popped out of the ground. Suddenly they can speak a foreign language and drive a car. I suspect someone is impersonating them."

"Also, station chief, when we injured Wang Wenshan before, he also got into a black sedan when he fled."

"I strongly suspect it's the same car! Should we arrest the person and interrogate them?"

Wang Puchen asked, "You said it's identity theft, so doesn't this person have any family?"

Tian Zhongsi immediately replied, "It's possible they've conspired together."

Wang Puchen didn't say anything more, but looked at Ren Haojiu.

The latter understood and said to Tian Zhongsi, "You can go out now."

Tian Zhongsi obediently stood at attention and went.

Wang Puchen politely said, "Please sit down."

Ren Haojiu shook his head: "Stationmaster, this matter involves foreign journalists."

"And the person they met yesterday was... He Siyuan, so should we continue investigating?"

Wang Puchen stated unequivocally, "There is no one our Security Bureau cannot investigate."

Ren Haojiu showed a satisfied expression: "Understood, I'll go assign the task now."

Wang Puchen nodded.

Watching Ren Haojiu's confident back, Wang Puchen felt a surge of emotion.

Ren Haojiu is definitely a capable lieutenant, loyal and ruthless.

Unfortunately, such people are extremely rare within the Kuomintang.

Material desires corrupt people's minds and completely erode their ideals.

Immediately, Wang Puchen revealed a self-deprecating smile:

Isn't that the same way? Still in his position, yet thinking about how to gracefully withdraw?

If it were twenty years ago... no, even ten years ago, in this moment of crisis, I would have given my life for righteousness!

But now? Wang Puchen shook his head—it's not worth it.

If we compare the KMT to a big tree, now even its roots are rotten, and even the gods are helpless.

Wang Puchen concealed himself in the smoke and continued to ponder the crucial matter that would allow him to extricate himself...

The following day, at the First Precinct of the Beiping Police Department.

"We'll cooperate, we guarantee we'll cooperate," Zhao Zhibang said with a smile.

Tian Zhongsi was no longer the obsequious little spy in front of Wang Puchen; he was now arrogant and haughty.

The Bureau of Investigation and Statistics has this confidence – no matter how high-ranking an official is, they all have to be subservient to them.

Tian Zhongsi asked directly, "A few days ago, you arrested a man named Jiang Baobin."

"Why did you arrest him? Show me his case file."

Zhao Zhibang blinked his small eyes. He never expected that the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics was actually after Jiang Baobin.

New and old grudges surged into his heart, and he wanted to provoke someone ruthless.

But he was a seasoned veteran and quickly regained his composure.

Zhao Zhibang wanted to find out more about the visitor, but he held back because of the difficulty the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics could handle.

"No files found..."

Zhao Zhibang had barely finished speaking when Tian Zhongsi interrupted him:

"How come there are no case files? What are you doing at the police station? Is this how you handle cases?"

Despite his dissatisfaction, Zhao Zhibang patiently explained:

"Because he was speaking a foreign language at the time, we didn't have time to write it down."

"They forcibly took him away from the 'American Military Representative Office in Beiping'..."

"Who?" Zhao Zhibang's words were interrupted again.

However, he was prepared this time. He looked at Tian Zhongsi with a meaningful smile and then repeated it.

The latter immediately realized he was being laughed at—he was only brave at home, but became helpless when he encountered foreigners.

Tian Zhongsi, embarrassed and annoyed, said, "Explain yourself clearly. Why is the representative office meddling in his affairs?"

Zhao Zhibang then recounted the whole story.

Surprisingly, this guy didn't add anything extra to Jiang Baobin's food.

It only discussed Weinberg and his conflicts, without touching on anything else.

That's strange. Aren't they enemies? Zhao Zhibang should be stirring up trouble.

Has this guy suddenly changed his personality?

Of course not. As I said before, adults only care about their own interests.

Zhao Zhibang was thinking: Even if we get rid of Jiang Baobin through the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, what can happen?

Besides feeling a little better, what else do you gain?

The Bureau of Investigation and Statistics will definitely pocket all the profits; it's all my money!

Therefore, Zhao Zhibang was absolutely unwilling to hand over the benefits to others.

On the contrary, they even had to cover for Jiang Baobin in front of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

He wanted to personally crush Jiang Baobin's bones, drain his marrow, and condemn him to eternal damnation!

Otherwise, I won't be able to vent my anger...

After sending Tian Zhongsi away, Zhao Zhibang began to ponder: There's no smoke without fire!

Since the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics has taken notice of him, it means that Jiang Baobin must have something going on.

His eyes darted around, and he summoned his trusted patrol officer: "Do you know who just came?"

"They seem to be from the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics."

Zhao Zhibang then explained the situation.

The inspector gasped: "This Jiang Baobin has such a serious matter to deal with?"

"The Bureau of Investigation and Statistics is watching them! But we've been investigating them for so many days..."

"Besides being very close to foreign women, there's nothing else, right?"

Zhao Zhibang's lips twitched involuntarily. The thought of how formidable foreign women were made his heart bleed—my money!

Too lazy to beat around the bush, he asked directly, "What's that good-for-nothing Jiang Baowu doing?"

The inspector grinned wickedly: "He's in charge of the district's latrines, and he's constantly resolving disputes between latrine cleaners. He stinks to high heaven."

Zhao Zhibang remained unmoved; what was this punishment compared to that?

The thought of his own losses, all of which were caused by him, made Zhao Zhibang want to kick him into the latrine!

However, a small act of impatience can ruin a great plan, and now is the time to take advantage of him.

"Go and bring him back."

"Yes, Director, but what should we assign him to?"

"Of course, it's to monitor Jiang Baobin and make him report any suspicious activity immediately."

"Ah! Let the older brother denounce the younger brother? I'm afraid that won't work."

Zhao Zhibang sneered: "Of course it won't work on people, but it will work on dogs."

The inspector suddenly realized, "Alright, I understand. I'll make him realize the situation."

"Tell him to give him half a month, if he can find something wrong with Jiang Baobin."

"Promote him immediately; if he fails, he'll be relegated to shoveling latrines forever!"

"Alright..."