Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

Chapter 166 The Secret Agreement Obtained

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Room 302, third floor, Astor House Hotel.

Yu Aizhen leaned against the pillow, her face still flushed.

Song Zhiwei sat smugly on the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette afterward.

He's young, healthy, and good at sweet-talking people.

In bed, he's way better than Wu Sibao, who's a quick shooter.

Yu Aizhen had been around men for many years and had seen all sorts of people.

She knew perfectly well who was sincere and who was fake, who she could rely on and who was just for fun.

It's the most foolish thing a woman can do to rely on a man for her entire life.

Especially in places like Shanghai.

Today you may be the boss, but tomorrow you could be stuffed into a sack and thrown into the Huangpu River.

Wu Sibao was good to her; he was willing to spend money on her and even risk his life for her.

But this person is too crude and too stupid.

To put it bluntly, Li Shiqun has a knife in his hand. No matter how sharp the knife is, it will break sooner or later.

Song Zhiwei is different.

He was a favorite of Chen Gongbo.

Everyone in Shanghai knows that Mr. Wang's health is deteriorating day by day.

As the second-in-command of the Wang faction, it was only a matter of time before Chen Gongbo succeeded Wang as a key figure in the new government.

Song Zhiwei, as a personal secretary, naturally saw his status rise accordingly.

Becoming acquainted with this kind of person is what it means to pave your way for the future.

"Zhenzhen".

Song Zhiwei exhaled a puff of smoke, reached out and pinched her cheek, his tone full of smugness that came from a man who had taken advantage of her.

"If Wu Sibao knew his wife was in my arms, would he be so angry he'd search for me all over the streets with a gun?"

Yu Aizhen smiled and snuggled closer, her voice soft and obedient: "So what if he's angry?"

"You're the only one in my heart."

Even if you put a gun to my head, I'll stay with you.

Song Zhiwei kissed her cheek, clearly pleased: "I've already found a house. It's right on Lafayette Road, quiet, a villa with a small yard."

"I'll have someone go and pay the money in the next couple of days."

"Once the new government is officially established, I'll find a way to get you a temporary position at the bank."

"You'll be able to wear a cheongsam and sit in the office every day, and you won't have to worry about anything else but counting money."

Yu Aizhen's eyes lit up.

These words are sweeter than any love confession.

She immediately hugged Song Zhiwei's neck and kissed him hard: "Awei, you're so good to me."

Song Zhiwei was so charmed by her that his bones felt weak, and he patted her waist: "Go take a shower."

"Have a drink with me later."

"Um.

""

Yu Aizhen got up and went to the bathroom.

As the hot water poured down, the smile on her face turned cold.

Song Zhiwei is good.

Unfortunately, it's not bad either.

It lasted for about ten minutes, slightly better than Wu Sibao's, but still not very exciting.

But when it comes to true masculinity, it has to be that beastly Wang.

Putting aside everything else, even among foreigners in Shanghai, it would be difficult to find such an extraordinary person.

Yu Aizhen closed her eyes briefly, murmuring, "Xuesen—"

After a while, she opened her eyes and exhaled a breath, her face flushed.

It's clear now.

She picked up a towel to dry herself, and as she turned around, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and her face instantly darkened.

There was a square red mark on her buttocks.

The seal was carved very clearly.

"For Song Zhiwei's exclusive use."

Yu Aizhen was so angry that she almost tore the towel to shreds.

She rubbed it vigorously a few times, then washed it twice with soap, but the mark didn't fade at all.

That bastard!

Do you really think of me as an object?

She stood in front of the mirror, silently cursing Song Zhiwei's ancestors for eighteen generations before she managed to suppress her anger.

We can't turn against each other.

Song Zhiwei is still useful.

He hadn't gotten the house, he hadn't gotten the job at the bank, and he hadn't secured his connection with Chen Gongbo either.

It's not worth turning against each other over a seal.

Yu Aizhen put on a smiling face, put on a bathrobe, and went out: "Darling."

"When did you stamp it for them?"

Song Zhiwei leaned against the headboard and laughed shamelessly: "Last time you were asleep..."

"I can't help it, I like you so much, I feel like I'd be missing out if I didn't leave a memento."

Yu Aizhen sat down next to him and gently punched him: "You're so annoying."

"Aren't you afraid Sibao will see?"

Song Zhiwei scoffed, his face full of disdain: "You think I'm afraid of a quick-draw guy like him?"

"Old bastard."

As he spoke, his eyes welled up with tears again.

"Come on, say a few words to me."

Yu Aizhen cursed him inwardly as a pervert, but said aloud, "What are you saying?"

Song Zhiwei pinched her chin: "You said Wu Sibao is a bastard."

"Quickly."

Yu Aizhen lowered her eyes and said in a coquettish voice, "Wu Sibao is a bastard, a grandson of a turtle."

"His wife is going to run off with you."

"Are you happy now?"

Song Zhiwei burst into laughter.

"Happy."

"I'm so happy."

Yu Aizhen leaned against him, a smile on her face, but a chill ran through her heart.

Wu Sibao is indeed a good-for-nothing.

She hadn't been home for many days, and even when she did go back occasionally, she couldn't be bothered to share a bed with him.

That idiot didn't even dare to ask.

She'll just sulk and keep a dark expression on her face.

Yu Aizhen sometimes felt sorry for him, but most of the time she felt he was useless.

Once a woman looks down on a man, no matter how good he is to her, it doesn't matter.

Outside the Astor House Hotel.

A black car was parked in the shadows of the trees on the side of the street.

Wang Xuesen sat in the back seat, a cigarette between his fingers, his eyes fixed on the hotel entrance.

Zhan Shen sat in the driver's seat, wiping his pistol, his stomach rumbling.

"If everything goes well tonight, I'll treat you to a late-night snack. Xiaomin's stir-fried snails are absolutely amazing," Wang Xuesen said with a smile.

Upon hearing Xiaomin's name, Zhan Shen quickly waved his hand, "Let's forget it, I have no appetite."

Wang Xuesen glanced at him: "You can still put on airs. Before you came to my house, you could finish a whole bowl of food in the cafeteria."

"Now I can drink three bowls of rice in one sitting, and I've even developed a double chin."

"You actually said that Xiaomin's cooking is unappetizing."

"Have some conscience, okay?"

"Ahem!" Zhan Shen couldn't keep up the act any longer. Just as he was feeling embarrassed, the car window rang.

Wang Xuesen reached out and unlocked the back door.

Chen Gongshu bent down and got into the car. As soon as he was settled, he took out a wad of US dollars from his pocket and handed it over: "Thanks to you and Wanjia today."

"Otherwise, I would have really been ruined by that bookstore."

Wang Xuesen took the money, counted it, frowned, and said unhappily, "Only three thousand?"

"Old Chen, you, the district head of Shanghai, are you only worth three thousand US dollars?"

"That's all I have," Chen Gongshu said helplessly.

"The brothers down there need to eat, rent houses, arrange transportation, and buy guns and medicine."

"You think I'm like you, running a three-way business—the black market, the corporation, and 76th Division?"

"Besides, given our relationship, can't you lend me a hand for free?" Chen Gongshu chuckled a few times.

Wang Xuesen stuffed the money into his pocket and said irritably, "Don't even try."

"With you guys, we can only talk about money. As soon as we talk about feelings, you start pretending to be poor."

"Back in the French Concession, if I hadn't fired my gun, you and Wu Kaixian's gang would have been wiped out by Wu Sibao long ago."

"Last time I helped you, Boss Dai deducted my bonus."

"My chest hurts just thinking about it now."

Chen Gongshu chuckled twice: "Alright, alright."

"Once we get our hands on 'The Secret Agreement with Wang Ri' this time, and the boss's bonus comes through, I'll give you all of mine."

Fearing Wang Xuesen would ask for money, he turned to the driver's seat and changed the subject: "Hey, Zhan Shen."

"I used to be your boss, and you don't even greet me when we meet?"

Zhan Shen, with a cigarette between his fingers, didn't even turn his head: "Let's all do our own thing."

"Who knows if you might be bribed or betray us one day."

"It's better not to get too familiar."

"It will be easier to strike when the time comes to actually fire."

Chen Gongshu's face darkened: "You haven't changed your bad temper at all."

He looked at Wang Xuesen and sneered, "Only you can put up with this guy."

Wang Xuesen chuckled: "I can't stand it."

"I just can't beat him."

"Otherwise I would have knocked his teeth out long ago."

Zhan Shen snorted coldly, quite satisfied.

Chen Gongshu was too lazy to argue with them, and his expression quickly turned serious.

"I withdrew from the bookstore in time."

"Hu Junhe's men have already rushed over and captured a few peripherals, but haven't hit the core."

"But Wanlilang, that dog, is indeed troublesome."

"He's too familiar with the Kuomintang's methods. Once he gets on your nerves, it's hard to shake him off."

"We have to find a way to get rid of him!"

Wang Xuesen flicked the cigarette ash out the window: "No chance. Wanli Lang is hiding too well. Apart from Li Shiqun, it's hard for outsiders to know his exact whereabouts."

"Is the hotel arranged?" he asked.

"It's all arranged," Chen Gongshu said in a low voice.

"My men bribed the hotel's kitchen staff and went in disguised as waiters."

"It can be confirmed that Song Zhiwei and Yu Aizhen are in 302."

"Once you enter, you can control it secretly."

Wang Xuesen's eyes narrowed: "Is the person you found reliable?"

"reliable."

"Jiang Anhua, captain of the Third Action Team."

"One of Boss Dai's most trusted henchmen."

"This man doesn't talk much, his hands are steady, and he's stubborn."

Chen Gongshu said with certainty.

Wang Xuesen nodded.

There are plenty of useless people and even more incompetent fools in the Military Intelligence Bureau.

But there's never a shortage of tough nuts to crack.

Chen Sancai and Jiang Anhua are.

Zhan Shen is also included.

These people can be so awful you just want to kick them, but when it really comes down to it, they're often the ones who step up.

With Captain Jiang taking action, the situation is pretty much settled.

inside the room.

Song Zhiwei was whispering sweet nothings to Yu Aizhen.

Ding dong.

Doorbell rang.

Song Zhiwei shouted, "Who is it?"

A very respectful voice came from outside. "Mr. Liu, your late-night snack has arrived."

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Song Zhiwei subconsciously looked at Yu Aizhen.

To avoid being recognized, he registered under a false name.

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Mr. Liu.

That's right.

He got out of bed, put on his bathrobe, walked to the door, and instead of opening it immediately, he peeked through the peephole.

Two waiters were standing outside the door.

One person was holding a glass of red wine, and the other was pushing a food cart.

They all kept their heads down, looking very proper.

Song Zhiwei opened the door halfway, somewhat impatiently saying, "I didn't order any late-night snacks. Have you made a mistake?"

The first waiter was Jiang Anhua, the captain of the Third Action Brigade of the Military Intelligence Bureau.

He concealed the murderous intent in his eyes and bowed slightly, saying, "Mr. Liu, tonight is Mr. Mitsui's birthday, and the hotel is giving each guest room a complimentary late-night snack."

"They have French foie gras, red wine, pasta, desserts, etc."

"You can take a look."

As he spoke, he lifted the silver lid from the food cart.

Steam rose from the air.

The aroma of foie gras mixed with the creamy flavor of the cake really did resemble the real thing.

Song Zhiwei was already quite hungry after the battle, so his guard immediately relaxed a bit.

The Astor House Hotel is Japanese territory, and ordinary people don't dare to cause trouble here.

Do not eat white do not eat!

He waved his hand: "Bring it in."

Two waiters pushed a cart in.

The young man behind him closed the door and locked it from the inside.

Click.

The sound was very soft.

Song Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat.

"wrong."

He had just turned around when Jiang Anhua had already lifted the lid of another tray.

There's no food on the tray.

It is a pistol.

Jiang Anhua raised his head, pointing his gun at Song Zhiwei: "Mr. Song, calm down."

"Don't shout."

"Screaming means certain death."

Song Zhiwei was immediately terrified and said tremblingly, "Brother, let's talk this over."

Yu Aizhen huddled under the sheets, barely daring to breathe.

"Who are you people?"

"You want money?"

"How much do you want? I'll give it to you."

Song Zhiwei said in a trembling voice.

"money?"

"Someone has already given it to you. You know who you've slept with, right? You really think we can't deal with you?" Jiang Anhua sneered at the doctor, deliberately bringing up Wu Sibao.

"You, you were sent by Sibao." Yu Aizhen was shocked.

Jiang Anhua tilted her head slightly at her companion.

The man quickly stepped forward and beckoned to Yu Aizhen with his finger.

Yu Aizhen covered her chest with her bathrobe.

"Go in."

He roughly pushed Yu Aizhen into the bathroom and locked the door.

"You, come in." Jiang Anhua turned the muzzle of his gun and gestured for Song Zhiwei to enter the inner room.

"Brother, I'll give you double what Wu Sibao gave you, please let me go," Song Zhiwei pleaded, trembling.

"Where's the money?" Jiang Anhua asked.

Since they're playing the role of robbers, there's no reason they shouldn't ask for money.

Song Zhiwei grabbed his wallet and pulled out all his money at once. Jiang Anhua put it in his pocket and sneered, "That's all?"

"I can have someone go to my house or the bank to collect it," Song Zhiwei said quickly.

Jiang Anhua raised his hand and slapped him hard across the face: "You son of a bitch, do you think I'm stupid?"

"I know you are Chen Gongbo's secretary."

"You can live if you want."

"Some intelligence is very valuable on the black market right now, and you're carrying intelligence worth a fortune," he said with a sinister smile.

As he spoke, he made a gesture as if to pull the trigger.

Song Zhiwei immediately covered his head and cried out, "Don't shoot! I'll tell you anything you want to know!"

"Very well, I want to know the specific terms of the 'Wang Ri Secret Agreement.' I know you were involved, and not a single word can be omitted."

"If you miss a single word or make a single mistake, we will hunt down your entire family."

Jiang Anhua pointed the gun at him and said.

Song Zhiwei's expression changed drastically: "You, you guys—okay, I can tell you, but please don't reveal that I'm the one who leaked the secret."

"Hehe, don't worry, we're professionals."

"Besides, there are many factions within Wang Jingwei's inner circle, and many people leak information. As long as you don't make a fuss, everyone can make money peacefully." Jiang Anhua said, taking a miniature recorder from the dining car.

pat!

He pressed the record button.

"Speak!"

Inside the car.

Chen Gongshu looked at the third floor of the hotel, where the lights flickered on and off three times.

"Old Chiang has succeeded," he said happily. "What about Yu Aizhen?"

"Kill him?"

Wang Xuesen shook his head: "No."

"Kill her, and Wu Sibao will go crazy."

"A mad dog bites without looking where it's going; when that happens, nobody will have a peaceful time."

Chen Gongshu frowned: "Then release them?"

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"Won't this lead to a leak?"

Wang Xuesen said, "No, this woman is very smart."

"It was Wu Sibao who made the call tonight. She'll go back and ask him. Knowing Wu Sibao's personality, he'll definitely tell the truth."

"If she dares to cause trouble, Song Zhiwei and Wu Sibao will be in trouble."

"Moreover, I believe Chiang Kai-shek wouldn't be foolish enough to ask about the secret agreement in front of this woman."

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"Without evidence, even if it were disclosed, she would be suspicious and wouldn't dare to reveal it."

"After all, Song Zhiwei has fallen, so he might bite her back."

Therefore, Yu Aizhen poses no threat.

"Fine, you're smarter than me, I'll listen to you and let her go." Chen Gongshu got out of the car, walked to the roadside, took out his lighter, and lit it twice.

The lights on the third floor of the hotel across the street flickered again.

"Done!"

"I immediately sent intelligence to the Hong Kong branch."

"If we're lucky, the stench of 'Wang Ri's Secret Pact' will be wafting across the entire country by tomorrow morning."

"Wang Zhaoming's reputation as a traitor can never be washed away."

"Hey bro, be careful!"

Chen Gongshu waved goodbye.

Wang Xuesen said calmly, "Don't forget to leave something for Wu Sibao to report."

Chen Gongshu sneered, "Wu Sibao will get what he wants; he will be satisfied."

As Zhan Shen watched Old Chen disappear into the night, a hint of disappointment appeared in his eyes.

"What's wrong? Want to go work on the front lines? Envious of Jiang Anhua?" Wang Xuesen asked with a smile.

Zhan Shen nodded: "Yes, Old Chen is a good guy, more professional than Wang Tianmu. It's much more fun to hang out with him than with you."

"Just wait, you'll have your fun days ahead. This is nothing." Wang Xuesen patted him on the shoulder. "Come on, let's go home and have Xiaomin stir-fry some snails, then we'll have a drink to celebrate!"

"Aren't you afraid that Yu Aizhen will suspect you for the advice you gave Wu Sibao?" Zhan Sen was a sensitive and simple person, but he was actually very thoughtful.

"Won't."

"This is a huge matter; any single word could cost you your head."

"Yu Aizhen knew better than anyone the true colors of Li Shiqun and Ye Jiqing, who turned their backs on each other. Besides, Chiang Kai-shek didn't interrogate him in front of him."

"Besides, it wasn't me who sent them; Wu Sibao contacted them himself."

"It's unrealistic to report me based on guesswork."

"Of course, she might ask me privately."

"Hehe, I'll—win her over!"

Every move Wang Xuesen made was the result of careful consideration; what he could think of was only at the very bottom of his thinking.

He was considering what Li Shiqun and Liu Zhongwen would think.

That is the invisible life-or-death struggle.

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