Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

Chapter 167 Yu Aizhen, who came to my door

late at night.

When Wang Xuesen and Zhan Shen returned home, the aroma of stir-fried snails was already wafting through the yard.

On the table were warmed drinks, kebabs, peanuts, and a plate of finely sliced ​​braised beef.

Xiaomin peeked into the kitchen and said with a smile, "Big brother, you're finally back? Any later and the snails would have been overcooked."

Wanjia chuckled from the side, "Director Wang is so arrogant, making us wait for him to have a late-night snack."

Wang Xuesen draped his coat over the back of the chair and laughed, "How could I dare? I just brought guests back with me!"

Zhan Shen took off his hat and placed it on the table, saying, "I'm not a guest."

"Did you hear that?" Wang Xuesen shrugged at Su Wanjia. "He said he's not a guest, so we'll have to charge him for meals from now on."

Xiaomin brought out a large plate of stir-fried snails and said, "Brother, don't bully Mr. Zhan. He doesn't eat much."

Wang Xuesen clicked his tongue: "Not much, not much, just three bowls of rice per meal."

C

Zhan Shen picked up a snail and said casually, "I practice martial arts, which consumes a lot of energy."

"You're just talking, aren't you?" Wang Xuesen sat down and poured wine. "You were just saying you had no appetite in the car."

Zhan Shen didn't reply, but lowered his head and took a deep breath.

Xiao Min quickly asked, "Brother Shen, is the taste alright?"

Zhan Shen coughed lightly: "So-so."

He said it was nothing, but his hand still reached out.

Xiaomin didn't call him out on it. She poured him a glass of warm wine and said with a pout, "I usually eat less so I don't get too full."

Zhan Shen hesitated for a moment, then finally took the glass: "Thank you."

Wang Xuesen found it hilarious.

This stubbornness is something only Xiaomin can cure.

After a few drinks, the atmosphere became even more lively.

Xiaomin is naturally considerate; no matter how cold Zhan Shen is, she can handle it.

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Zhan Shen slowly opened up and started talking.

He gets especially excited when talking about Sichuan cuisine, his hometown.

"Ahem!"

Wang Xuesen secretly gave Wanjia a look.

Su Wanjia immediately understood, put down her wine glass and said, "Xuesen, I have some questions for you."

Wang Xuesen sighed dramatically, "Another audit? You've almost taken all my savings."

"Stop being so frivolous." Su Wanjia stood up. "Let's go upstairs."

Xiaomin seemed oblivious to everything and continued peeling snails for Zhan Shen.

Zhan Shen, however, remained unperturbed, continuing to eat and chat.

upstairs.

After taking a shower, Wang Xuesen lazily lay on the bed in a "big" shape.

A moment later, Su Wanjia came out wearing a nightgown, drying her hair, and said, "Haven't you noticed? Zhan Shen and Xiao Min are getting more and more in sync."

Wang Xuesen nodded with his eyes closed: "I've discovered it."

"He complains, but he's faster than anyone else at making food," Su Wanjia couldn't help but laugh. "He really loves what Xiaomin makes."

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"Zhan Shen is a prickly person, but he's actually quite empty inside," Wang Xuesen said.

Su Wanjia slowed her hair drying process slightly: "Feeling empty?"

"He lacks a home."

"He's not even afraid of death, Xiaomin is terrifying."

Why? Because he longs for that little bit of peace and security.

"Someone left him food and asked him if he was cold."

"Some people don't care about his killing skills or his father's power; they just want him to come back and have a hot meal."

"This kind of thing is commonplace for us, but it is a luxury for him."

"7

Wang Xuesen analyzed, resting his head on his arm.

Su Wanjia's heart softened upon hearing this, and she sighed softly, "With his father like that, he left in anger early on and sought refuge with Boss Dai. These years haven't been easy for him either."

Wang Xuesen nodded and said, "A traitor like Yin Dingyi, who could raise a son like Zhan Shen, must have a lot of good fortune coming from his ancestors' graves."

"However, Zhan Shen's willingness to work with me is not because I am particularly capable."

Su Wanjia raised an eyebrow: "Why is that?"

'

Wang Xuesen said in a serious tone: "Because I treated him like a brother, casually and sincerely, and often provided him with meals."

Su Wanjia was amused: "Come on, you have to say something every time someone eats an extra bowl of rice."

"Hmph, serves him right for liking to pretend." Wang Xuesen turned to his side, propped his head up, and looked at her. "These days, most beauties are just pretty faces, and very few are actually capable of a real life."

Su Wanjia flicked the towel and lightly hit him on the chest: "What do you mean? Am I a skeleton too?"

Wang Xuesen immediately grabbed her hand: "No, you are the Bodhisattva who has saved me."

"That's more like it."

She sat down on the edge of the bed and poked his chest with her finger: "Back when you first came to Shanghai, you had a terrible temper and hardly any money. Didn't I support you entirely with money from my family?"

Wang Xuesen nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, my Wan'er is the best. She's beautiful, kind-hearted, and brings good fortune to her husband."

Su Wanjia raised an eyebrow: "That's all?"

Wang Xuesen chuckled mischievously: "Good job too."

Su Wanjia's face flushed, and she raised her hand to pinch him: "Your mouth will be torn apart sooner or later."

"No one else can tear this apart," Wang Xuesen said, pulling her close. "You can."

Su Wanjia was so annoyed by his antics that she lost her temper and leaned softly against his chest.

After a brief period of intimacy, Wang Xuesen steered the conversation back to business: "How are things going with Ding Mocun and Ruan Xiaolian?"

Su Wanjia brushed her hair aside: "I recently asked Ruan Xiaolian to play tennis, and she mentioned it a few times."

"She said that Ding Mocun treated her very well and even gave her a silver ring that had been passed down from her grandmother."

Wang Xuesen was speechless.

Old Ding is good.

He personally gifted the women heart-shaped stones, spending considerable time selecting them from the river and incurring significant labor costs for polishing.

Dingmo Village is different; they went straight to their ancestral tradition.

This approach is both economical and shows deep affection.

As expected, experience matters.

"Did Ruan Xiaolian believe it?" Wang Xuesen asked.

"I believe it completely," Su Wanjia said. "She held that ring and talked to me for a long time, saying that Ding Mocun understands her, cares for her, and is a hundred times better than Yang Xinghua."

Wang Xuesen asked, "Hasn't Yang Xinghua smelled it yet?"

Su Wanjia shook her head: "No."

"Ruan Xiaolian said that Yang Xinghua was a blockhead who was completely fooled by her."

"and!"

She glanced at Wang Xuesen, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Wang Xuesen chuckled: "And what?"

"She said Yang Xinghua isn't very good in that area, not nearly as skilled as Lao Ding, and not as romantic," Wanjia said shyly.

Wang Xuesen couldn't help but curse, "Useless."

Yang Xinghua is really useless.

His mistress had become Old Ding's kept woman, and he was completely unaware of it.

"Didn't you want to use Yang Xinghua to cause trouble? Now it seems he won't be able to." Wanjia said with some worry.

"Then let's switch to the other side."

Wang Xuesen's eyes cleared: "I'm not here to create a twilight romance for Ding Mocun."

"Li Shiqun and Ye Jiqing will be back in a couple of days."

"A fire must be set on Dingmo Village."

Su Wanjia frowned slightly: "How should we proceed? Ding Mocun is a very cautious person."

Wang Xuesen chuckled: "He's cautious, but he's not as lucky as me."

Su Wanjia didn't understand: "What do you mean?"

"I married a female bodhisattva," Wang Xuesen pinched her cheek. "He married Zhao Huimin."

Su Wanjia immediately understood.

Zhao Huimin is a notoriously jealous woman.

If she finds out about Ruan Xiaolian's existence, Ding Mocun's dignity will be in jeopardy.

Su Wanjia thought for a moment: "But this is a crucial time for the election of Minister of Police. Zhao Huimin wouldn't be that stupid, would she?"

"Some women only care about the affairs of the inner quarters," Wang Xuesen sneered.

"They are not ignorant of men's future prospects, the situation, and the pros and cons; they just forget everything when they get anxious."

"Zhao Huimin is that kind of person."

Su Wanjia nodded: "Then what do you need me to do?"

Wang Xuesen began to carefully consider the matter.

Ding Mocun was suspicious, and Ruan Xiaolian had also dealt with Su Wanjia.

If things escalate, Lao Ding might start to suspect Wan Jia.

He can take risks, but he cannot push Su Wanjia into the limelight.

"Don't get too close to Ruan Xiaolian lately."

Wang Xuesen gently stroked Wanjia's small hand: "Play more with Mrs. Okamura, Mrs. Xu Pucheng, and the like."

"Ruan Xiaolian can't get into that circle, so naturally she can't contact you."

Su Wanjia blinked: "Are you afraid Ding Mocun will suspect me?"

"Um."

Wang Xuesen nodded: "If Ruan Xiaolian's matter comes to light, and you happen to have distanced yourself from her, Ding Mocun will have no reason to drag you into it."

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"He will only suspect Li Shiqun."

"After all, Lao Li most hoped that he would lose the election for Minister of Police."

Su Wanjia gently punched him: "Your heart is so sensitive, it's like it has seven or eight orifices."

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Wang Xuesen sighed, "I can't be Bi Gan."

Su Wanjia laughed: "Then what are you taking it for?"

Wang Xuesen rolled over and pinned her down, grinning wickedly, "Sun Wukong."

"Why are you acting like Sun Wukong again?"

"Because I have the Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel)."

Su Wanjia's face flushed red instantly, and she hugged his neck: "You're such a bad guy."

Wang Xuesen leaned down and kissed her: "Come on, let's make a ruckus in the Dragon Palace."

Su Wanjia's breathing became weak from his teasing, but she still whispered, "I have to get up early tomorrow morning."

Wang Xuesen chuckled: "Who cares? Let's make a huge fuss."

The next day, at eight o'clock!

Wang Xuesen arrived at number 76 with his legs feeling weak.

I had barely stepped into the office and hadn't even settled in when the door was pushed open.

Hu Junhe walked in looking dejected.

"Director Hu, what brings you here?" Wang Xuesen stood up to greet him.

Hu Junhe waved his hand and sighed deeply: "Forget it, don't use titles anymore, it's irritating to the ears."

He walked to the table, picked up Wang Xuesen's cigarette case, took out a cigarette, and lit it.

"Let's just call him Lao Hu."

Wang Xuesen was secretly overjoyed, but his face remained serious: "Something happened?"

Hu Junhe took a drag of his cigarette and said with a wry smile, "My plans for the bookstore in the French Concession have fallen through."

"I've been waiting all day, and I haven't even caught a decent fish."

"I wanted to show my face, but I ended up showing my butt."

C

"I don't know how many people in the whole building are laughing at me behind my back."

Wang Xuesen poured him a cup of tea and comforted him, "Old Hu, to be fair, after Si Bao made such a scene yesterday, the whole building knows you have a big plan."

"It wouldn't be surprising if word got out."

"It was unwise of him to argue with you about saving face back then."

Hu Junhe picked up his teacup, looked up at Wang Xuesen, and asked, "Do you really think he's just trying to save face?"

Wang Xuesen feigned surprise: "Is there something else?"

Hu Junhe sneered and slammed his teacup down: "He's deliberately leaking information."

Wang Xuesen frowned slightly: "What do you mean by that?"

Hu Junhe lowered his voice: "He went to the telecommunications office yesterday and sent a telegram to the Qingdao branch."

"He explicitly mentioned my plans for the bookstore."

"Who doesn't know that Yang Siyuan from the Telecommunications Department has problems?"

"Isn't he blatantly using Yang Siyuan as a mouthpiece to send out messages?"

Wang Xuesen pondered for a moment: "How did Sibao know about your plan?"

"That's the real problem," Hu Junhe said, even more annoyed.

"This means that someone around me can't keep a secret."

"Or rather, someone under my command is a traitor."

He clicked his tongue hard at this point, then, swaying his chin, continued, "I need to investigate this."

"But Wu Sibao went too far."

"Is he deliberately sabotaging me because he's afraid I'll do something good?"

"If I really catch a big fish in the Military Intelligence Bureau, wouldn't the 76th Division also get some exposure? Wouldn't the director also look good?"

"This kind of person is only thinking about their own petty schemes and has no sense of collective honor or the big picture."

"You've cost me a great opportunity!"

Wang Xuesen nodded: "It was a bit excessive."

"But don't be angry, Director Li will be back soon. You can just talk to him about it."

7

Hu Junhe scoffed: "Reaction?"

"They're sworn brothers from the Green Gang, what am I?"

"Some losses are just that—losses."

"I admit defeat!"

Wang Xuesen knew that this feud was now irreconcilable.

Hu Junhe is a greedy, vain, and petty person.

Wu Sibao beat his nephew in public and ruined his achievements, so it would be strange if he didn't retaliate.

Hu Junhe suddenly pointed to the Chinese calendar on the wall: "It's true that I'm a fool."

Yesterday was the day of Yang Gong's death, so it was inauspicious to do anything.

"I deliberately chose that particular day to carry out my plan; it's no wonder I'm being targeted by malicious people and things are going to fall apart."

"You know, with people like this, can you really deny fate?"

Wang Xuesen almost burst out laughing.

Blame the calendar for the failure of the operation.

You're really something.

He suppressed a laugh and said seriously, "Old Hu, don't think about it. Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war."

"I've put the goods in the usual place."

"Have someone go and get it."

Hu Junhe's expression immediately improved.

He flicked the ash into the ashtray and slowly exhaled, "You're the kindest guy, brother."

"In this building, I'm separated from everyone else by a floor, but I feel a connection with you the only one."

Wang Xuesen laughed and said, "We're brothers, it's only right."

Hu Junhe got up and walked out.

When he reached the door, he stopped and turned back, saying, "Brother, just wait here."

"I'll settle this score with Wu Sibao sooner or later."

"If I can't get this deputy director position, he can forget about it!"

Wang Xuesen smiled but didn't reply.

Go ahead and look for it.

It's best to be thorough in your search.

After Hu Junhe left, Wang Xuesen leaned back in his chair and opened the newspaper on the table.

The front-page headline was an article jointly signed by Tao and Gao, exposing the ugly dealings of the "Wang-Sun Secret Agreement".

It's estimated that Wang Jingwei and the Japanese in Nanjing are in an uproar right now.

Old Li will probably have to come back sooner than expected.

Action Team Office.

Wu Sibao carried two jars of pickled vegetables and hummed a little tune as he entered the house.

He was in excellent spirits today, walking with a brisk pace.

Yu Aizhen returned late last night.

She didn't cry or make a fuss; she just took a shower, crawled into bed, and obediently served him.

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Moreover, he found a box in the yard that morning.

It was a bloody mess inside.

Wu Sibao only glanced at it before grinning from ear to ear.

Song Zhiwei is finished.

So what if that pretty boy is good at charming women and talented?

From now on, he won't even be able to be a man anymore.

As for the seal on Yu Aizhen's body, Wu Sibao didn't pay much attention to it.

Anyway, only he can see it.

If others don't know, then it's not shameful.

He bought these two jars of pickled vegetables from the old shop early in the morning.

Whether Wang Xuesen liked the food or not is another matter, but proper etiquette must be observed.

I don't like apples or salted duck eggs, but I hope I'll be satisfied with the pickled vegetables this time.

This stuff is so delicious with porridge!

Don’t worry, I’ll send it to you later!

Wu Sibao was in a good mood, so he didn't even bother to curse. He walked downstairs with his hands behind his back, swaying leisurely.

He has this habit every day.

He would patrol the area, curse anyone he didn't like, and let everyone in the building know that he was still the one in charge of the security detail.

A moment later, a car stopped in front of Building 76.

The car door opened.

Yu Aizhen got out of the car wearing a dark cheongsam with a woolen overcoat over it. Her makeup was exquisite, and she had obviously dressed up carefully.

She had a morning newspaper rolled up in her hand.

She arrived right on time today.

Wu Sibao, that idiot, patrols the building every morning, and the office is usually empty.

She didn't want to see Wu Sibao first.

She wanted to see Wang Xuesen.

Song Zhiwei was dismissed last night.

This morning, the Ta Kung Pao newspaper in Hong Kong published the details of the "Wang-Japan Secret Agreement".

The timing was perfect.

Yu Aizhen asked Wu Sibao last night.

That idiot was incredibly smug, saying that the murderer who broke into the room was introduced by Wang Xuesen.

Wu Sibao spoke with great enthusiasm, as if he were some kind of strategist or mastermind.

Yu Aizhen didn't expose him at the time, but she did have her doubts.

Dismissing Song Zhiwei is just the surface; what's truly valuable is what's in Song Zhiwei's mind.

The contents of "Wang Ri's Secret Agreement" are not something everyone can come across.

If last night's group wasn't simply seeking revenge, but rather took something out of Song Zhiwei's mouth as a convenient excuse...

The killer was definitely not just a simple black market thug.

Similarly, Wang Xuesen, who was responsible for the introduction, was highly suspicious.

When she arrived at the office door, she raised her hand and knocked.

From inside came Wang Xuesen's lazy voice: "Come in."

Yu Aizhen pushed open the door and went in.

Wang Xuesen was overjoyed: "Oh, Sister Zhen!"

"I've been waiting for you like the stars and the moon, and now you're finally here."

"Hey sister, where have you been lately?"

"I asked Sibao, but he wouldn't tell me. I'm so worried about him."

Wang Xuesen stepped forward, took her hand, and played with it.

"Stop it." Yu Aizhen broke free from him and slammed the door shut behind her.

Then he slammed the newspaper on the table.

The newspaper was spread out.

The title is glaringly dark.

The full text of "Wang Ri's Secret Agreement" has been disclosed.

Wang Xuesen glanced at it only once and smiled faintly, "Sister Zhen, are you concerned about the current situation?"

Yu Aizhen stared at him coldly and asked, "Wang Xuesen, were the people from last night arranged by you?"

Wang Xuesen suddenly smiled: "Sister Zhen."

"The money for Si Baohua, and the people he hired."

"I just offered a suggestion, how did it become my doing?"

Yu Aizhen stared at him and said, "I started hanging around when I was thirteen and slept with men when I was fourteen. I've seen a lot of people and things, so you better not try to fool me."

"I asked Si Bao, and it was you who gave him the way."

Wang Xuesen nodded: "That's right."

"He's in so much pain, I can't just watch him suffocate, can I?"

"Besides, I miss you too, and I'm jealous too."

Is it wrong for someone to teach Song Zhiwei a lesson?

"Whether the old number I gave you will work or not, I don't even know."

Yu Aizhen sneered: "Keep pretending."

"Song Zhiwei had an accident last night."

"The secret agreement was published in the Hong Kong newspapers this morning."

"Wang Xuesen, tell me, is this also a coincidence?"

Wang Xuesen picked up his teacup and took two sips: "These days there are many factions involved in intelligence work. Not to mention, there are quite a few within the Japanese themselves. And Chen Gongbo's inner circle isn't just known to Song Zhiwei, is it?"

"Even Kageyama Yoshiaki might not be able to find out the truth about this."

Why are you worrying about this?

"and----"

He paused, his eyes turning sinister.

"And what?" Yu Aizhen asked.

Wang Xuesen put down his teacup and tapped the newspaper lightly: "The fact that you brought this to ask me means you also know that Song Zhiwei might have leaked information."

"Have you considered that Song Zhiwei would be in great danger if the higher-ups investigated?"

"He's probably trying every possible way to cover up his injuries and his affair with you."

Yu Aizhen's expression changed slightly.

Wang Xuesen continued, "If something happens to him, the first person he'll implicate, the one he'll be suspected of, will be you."

"Who can prove that he wasn't drunk in bed and said things he shouldn't have?"

"You are Wu Sibao's woman, and Wu Sibao is Director Li's man."

"If Chen Gongbo has any suspicions, won't he think Director Li is behind it all?"

Wang Xuesen looked at her and chuckled, "Sister Zhen, you're a smart woman."

"A smart person shouldn't run around the building with a newspaper."

"You shouldn't have asked such a life-threatening question."

Yu Aizhen gritted her teeth: "Are you threatening me?"

Wang Xuesen smiled and said, "I'm saving you."

"You can take the newspaper to Hu Junhe, or wait for Director Li to return and repeat what you just said."

"Do you think the military police and the secret agents of the Mei Agency will invite you over for tea?"

Yu Aizhen turned pale with anger.

She knew, of course, that Wang Xuesen was telling the truth.

What happened last night cannot be investigated.

Upon investigation, Song Zhiwei was finished, Wu Sibao was finished, and she might not be clean either.

She just wanted an answer from Wang Xuesen.

It's no longer important whether Wang Xuesen was behind it or not; whoever touches on this matter and investigates it thoroughly will face certain death!

Wang Xuesen slowly folded it and stuffed it back into Yu Aizhen's hand: "Sister Zhen."

Nothing happened last night.

"Song Zhiwei was unlucky because he messed with the wrong person."

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What's in the newspaper has nothing to do with you, nothing to do with Sibao, and nothing to do with me.

"You might get killed if you say something careless."

Yu Aizhen turned and left, saying, "I understand."

Wang Xuesen grabbed her and bit her ear, saying, "You're already here, are you just going to leave like this?"

"Song Zhiwei's crippled, but I'm not!"

"You came to me first thing in the morning to confront me, scare me, and threaten me. I have to collect some interest, right?"

"What...what do you want to do?" Yu Aizhen asked, trembling all over.

"I'm asking you for some compensation." Wang Xuesen sneered, pushed her against the wall, and lifted her cheongsam.

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