If you had to choose an identity to go undercover, you'd choose a gynecologist.

Wang Jiazhi is tall and slender, just over 1.7 meters tall. Her cheongsam accentuates her curves, and her face has a touch of baby fat and the pure innocence of a student.

"This is Wang Jiazhi, a top student from Lingnan University. She will be your assistant from now on," Wang Tianfeng said.

Wang Jiazhi looked at Chen Qing with admiration: "Team Leader Chen, I heard about the hero Parrot behind enemy lines when I was in the training class in Chongqing. He truly lives up to his reputation. Please take good care of me in the future."

Chen Qing was still wondering if this Wang Jiazhi was the same Wang Jiazhi from Lust, Caution. They looked very similar, so it should be the same person. Such a pure and innocent girl, it's a pity that she got lucky with Tony Leung. Wang Tianfeng is giving him a treat.

He quickly replied, "Miss Wang, you're too kind. Let's guide each other in the future."

Wang Tianfeng cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "Commendation Order: Chen Qing of Shanghai Station has made meritorious contributions in opening up the supply line from Central China to Shanghai. He is hereby awarded the Second Class Yunhui Medal, promoted to the rank of Major, and awarded a bonus of 100,000 yuan. Guo Qiyun has made meritorious contributions in transmitting intelligence. He is promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Colonel and awarded a bonus of 100,000 yuan."

Guo Qiyun took out a thick wad of brand-new Chinese currency from his bag and handed it to him.

Chen Qing took the money, still wondering why the headquarters was being so generous this time. Wang Tianfeng's face showed a hint of awkwardness. He turned his face away, coughed twice, and lowered his voice: "In Chongqing... prices have increased more than tenfold."

As soon as he heard this, Chen Qing immediately understood. It wasn't generosity at all; it was clearly because the legal tender had depreciated drastically, the printing presses were practically smoking, and supplies were scarce. Ten thousand yuan was only worth a thousand or so yuan in the past. Anyway, it was printed money, not real gold or silver, so even a million yuan wouldn't be too much.

Fortunately, Shanghai has not been affected by this wave of inflation yet. The most urgent task is to quickly convert this money into silver dollars.

For such a great contribution, this is the only reward. It's so stingy. They use people when they need them and discard them when they don't. They won't even share a piece of the pie with me for such a big business of transporting supplies.

They're all cut from the same cloth; they'd better find a way out sooner or later, or they'll be sold out by Wang Tianfeng one day.

Wang Tianfeng patted him on the shoulder and said, "Congratulations, Major Chen!"

"Thank you so much, Director, Bureau Chief, President, for your guidance. I will dedicate myself to the Party and the country until my dying breath." Chen Qing cursed inwardly, but his face was filled with excitement.

Wang Tianfeng patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, then left with Guo Qiyun, leaving Wang Jiazhi behind.

Chen Qing felt a chill run down his spine. What kind of intelligence was this? They were just making the horse run without feeding it. They were just like those leaders in his previous life. They should just honestly make their own money.

He arranged for Wang Jiazhi to be the clinic's assistant, and she was responsible for all the mundane tasks, such as giving injections and taking temperatures. She also stayed in Yu Manli's original room.

The landlady is pregnant with her second child, and Mr. Hu stays at home every day to take care of his wife and doesn't go out.

Chen Qing felt a little guilty. If Mr. Hu found out about his affair with the landlady, he would definitely fight him to the death.

Thinking that I should just move out quickly, since I have money now and have hundreds of large yellow croakers stored in the HSBC bank safe deposit box.

Buying a house or shop isn't too difficult. Just as I was thinking about this, someone pushed open the door and walked in.

Chen Qing's heart skipped a beat. Speak of the devil, and he appears—it was Mr. Hu, the landlord.

"Mr. Hu, it's been a long time! We heard you had an accident in Fujian before the New Year, and the neighbors were all very worried. It's so good that you're back safe and sound. Mrs. Hu finally has someone to rely on."

Mr. Hu nodded, a look of gratitude on his face. He stepped forward, took out a neatly folded stack of Chinese currency from his pocket, and handed it to Chen Qing: "Little Chen, thank you so much for what happened that time. While I was away, you took care of everything, and even paid for my funeral. Here's a few hundred yuan for you, consider it a way of repaying you."

"Oh dear, Mr. Hu, this is too much!" Chen Qing quickly waved his hand to decline. "We're all neighbors, it's only right that we help each other. We can't just watch Mrs. Hu, a woman all alone, helpless. What's a little thing like this?"

Without saying a word, Mr. Hu forced the money into his hand. After doing so, he didn't leave. He looked around before lowering his voice and asking hesitantly, "Xiao Chen, I have a question for you."

Chen Qing's fingers tightened around the Chinese currency, his heart skipped a beat, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. He suppressed his panic, his smile remaining unchanged: "Mr. Hu, please feel free to speak."

"My wife is pregnant." Mr. Hu lowered his voice even further, his eyes fixed on Chen Qing, as if trying to read something from his face.

Chen Qing felt a sudden "boom" in his heart, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

Did Mr. Hu find out about his affair with Mrs. Hu? Did he come here specifically to settle accounts with him?

But now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to bite the bullet and keep pretending.

He quickly clasped his hands in greeting, a more genuine smile spreading across his face: "Oh my, this is wonderful news! Mr. Hu, congratulations! You've just returned and already have this joyous occasion—truly double happiness!"

"What's there to be happy about?" Mr. Hu sighed heavily, his tone full of frustration. "I suspect the child in her belly isn't mine."

"How could this be!" Chen Qing feigned surprise. "Mrs. Hu has always been honest and dutiful. Everyone in the neighborhood knows she's a virtuous wife and loving mother. How could she do such a thing? You must be overthinking it."

"Don't you believe me?" Mr. Hu said anxiously, taking half a step forward. "The night I came back, as soon as I got into bed, I felt that my wife was different from before, really different."

"Oh? What's different?" Chen Qing swallowed nervously, but his face still showed a curious expression.

"It's just different!" Mr. Hu scratched his head, his tone somewhat ambiguous. "I'm her husband, we've been married for ages, how could I not know what's different about her? I felt something was wrong the moment I touched her. That's why I suspect she's having an affair."

"Mr. Hu, you're not doing this right." Chen Qing's smile faded, and his tone became serious as he advised, "Do you have any real evidence? How can you accuse Mrs. Hu of cheating based on your feelings alone? If you keep asking around like this, what if rumors spread? How will Mrs. Hu, a woman, be able to hold her head high among the neighbors? I think you've just returned and haven't quite settled down yet, so you're overthinking things. I've lived on this street for so long, and I've never heard a single rumor about Mrs. Hu."

Mr. Hu was taken aback by what he said, a hint of hesitation on his face. He sighed, "Sigh, I've asked several people, but no one will tell me the truth. I've calculated the due date for the child, and logically it should be mine, but I just feel something's not right. Xiao Chen, just tell me the truth, does she have someone else on the side?"

"Mr. Hu, I don't like what you're saying. I already told you, how can I say something that didn't happen? You're wronging an innocent person! Mrs. Hu is pregnant, and your suspicions aren't good for her health. You can't make wild guesses without evidence."

Seeing Chen Qing's resolute expression, Mr. Hu could only sigh heavily: "Sigh, if you don't want to talk about it, then forget it. If I've really wronged her, I'll apologize to her properly later."

After saying that, he finally turned around and walked out of the clinic.

Chen Qing stood there, clutching the Chinese currency in his hand, his back soaked with cold sweat, his heart filled with panic.

Can you blame him for this? At that time, we thought Mr. Hu was dead. Mrs. Hu was just a widow with no one to rely on. Neither of them were married. He was kind enough to help his landlady. What was wrong with that?

Who would have thought Mr. Hu would suddenly return? Naturally, things got complicated again. It's fucking ridiculous.

The truth will out eventually, we need to find a new place to move right away!

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