Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

Chapter 172 Four Women Make a Show

January 27th, sunny.

Wang Xuesen opened his eyes promptly at six o'clock.

Su Wanjia buried half her face in his chest, her eyelashes drooping, her breathing soft.

Wang Xuesen lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead before getting up.

Su Wanjia, still half asleep, grabbed his hand and snorted, "So early again?"

There's a lot going on in the building.

Wang Xuesen tucked the blanket around her and said, "Sleep a little longer."

After washing up, he changed into a clean suit, put on his overcoat, and went out.

The Shanghai Bund was freezing cold in the early morning.

Wang Xuesen drove to the Fujita family's house alone.

As a master of time management, he had to allocate his evenings to Li Lu and Wan Jia, leaving only the mornings for Miyako.

Of course, the specifics depend on your physical condition on that day.

Miyako wore a soft white scarf around her neck, and her hair was held back with a crescent-shaped clipper, making her look extremely innocent.

"My lord, you've arrived so early." She greeted her lover sweetly.

"If I want to see Miss Miyako, I can get up even before the sun rises," Wang Xuesen said with a smile.

Miyako smiled and said, "Thank you. I couldn't sleep well at all last night after receiving your call."

"You're just addicted, you're always craving it—" Wang Xuesen chuckled in a low voice.

"Oh, I really miss you." Miyako's pretty face flushed red.

"What are you thinking about?" Wang Xuesen glanced at her. Thanks to him, Miyako's figure was noticeably fuller, and her eyes and brows were more charming.

"I want to go anywhere!" Miyako said angrily, punching him repeatedly.

Wang Xuesen accompanied her as they strolled slowly in the park.

Miyako talked about some things happening in Japan, and then mentioned her father's recent situation.

Wang Xuesen occasionally chimed in, emphasizing his heartfelt companionship.

He's attracted to girls physically, but more often than not, he's attracted emotionally as well.

Later in the conversation, Miyako became a little cold, so Wang Xuesen invited her to get in the car.

Listener, you've provided enough emotional support; it's time to get down to business.

Once the car door is closed, the cold air outside is shut out.

Wang Xuesen pulled up the carriage curtain and began to undo his belt.

This wasn't the first time Miyako had been in the car with him; her pretty face flushed, and she obediently lowered her head.

An hour later.

Miyako got out of the car feeling a tingling sensation all over her body, and bowed deeply to say goodbye.

Wang Xuesen blew a kiss.

He was in a hurry to get back to work and didn't even bother to see her off; he just stepped on the gas and headed straight for his office.

8:30.

Wang Xuesen stepped into No. 76 right on time.

The return of Li Shiqun is a blessing for the vast majority of people in the building.

At least we don't have to hold meetings and give speeches every day.

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Wang Xuesen entered the interrogation room office, where Ma Gan'er was squatting at the door polishing his shoes.

Upon seeing him enter, the skinny guy immediately stood up: "Good morning, Director."

"morning.

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Wang Xuesen tossed the newspaper onto the table, sat down, and first took a sip of hot tea.

Ma Laosan peeked in: "Director, Jiang Jun howled all night last night, should we continue?"

Wang Xuesen waved his hand: "Just a token gesture is enough. He didn't say anything out of line, did he?"

Ma Laosan said, "No, this guy is very stubborn."

"Let him go, and make him write a self-criticism report when he gets back." Wang Xuesen waved his hand.

Jiang Jun was Wu Sibao's loyal dog. Li Shiqun didn't say it explicitly, but once the procedures were completed, the meaning was clear: he should be released.

"By the way, there are still two die-hards in the Military Intelligence Bureau who refuse to surrender. Should we continue to increase their torture? Let's do something drastic," Ma Laosan asked again.

"Kill fewer people; it violates the principles of Heaven and Earth."

"Let's send him to prison first," Wang Xuesen said, waving his hand dismissively.

In fact, apart from some people involved in major cases and important cases.

Many of those arrested, including those holding red tickets and Kuomintang agents, were executed, but a significant number were also imprisoned.

Even Li Shiqun wouldn't execute people so easily.

Unless it's during a critical period or when Wang Jingwei or the Japanese issue instructions.

For example, Mao Sen.

Wang Xuesen leaned back in his chair, pondering what he needed to do next.

He wasn't worried about leaving Ruan Xiaolian to Li Lu.

Li Lu is a woman with a very strong sense of propriety.

Knowing when to speak and when to play dumb.

The real problem is Huang Yiguang.

Wang Xuesen and Chen Yaozu did indeed have a past relationship.

To be precise, the original owner, Wang Ershao, had a past relationship with Chen Yaozu.

Chen Yaozu is older than Ding Mocun, with more seniority and deeper connections. His main business is located in South China and eastern Guangdong.

This person has a certain characteristic.

fear death.

How afraid of death are they?

You should try the dishes before eating.

When traveling, you need two escort cars, one in front and one behind.

He also enjoys gathering all sorts of extraordinary people and eccentric individuals.

Boxers, swordsmen, fortune tellers, talisman drawers, and even charlatans who claim to be invulnerable to swords and spears.

He's willing to spend money to support anyone who can provide him with an extra layer of protection.

Huang Yiguang's reputation as a tiger-fighting hero was very attractive to people like Chen Yaozu.

Attraction is one thing, but how to bridge the gap is another.

Wang Xuesen couldn't hand the person over himself.

With every step he took, Liu Zhongwen was watching him from the shadows, and Li Shiqun watched with a mixture of belief and doubt.

If he gets too involved with Huang Yiguang at this point, and the assassination attempt on Wang fails, he won't even have a chance to explain himself.

Zhan Sen is no good.

Zhan Sen's technique is a military intelligence killing method, and it doesn't have any traditional martial arts reputation to recommend him.

Lin Huaibu is said to be a disciple of Ma Yongzhen, which makes his identity suitable, but he is his own brother.

Once Huang Yiguang gets into trouble, the clues will lead to Lin Huaibu's demise.

Wang Xuesen rubbed his temples.

Damn it.

He couldn't even find a suitable bridge builder.

Just as I was worrying, the phone rang.

Wang Xuesen reached out and took it: "It's me, say it."

"understood."

The call was made by Qingfu.

I've received the guest list for Mrs. Fu You'an's birthday banquet tonight.

Chen Wangzu represented Wang Zhaoming at the event.

Yang Xinghua and Ding Mocun will also go.

A representative who is nominally the director of No. 76.

One of the representatives is Zhou Fohai.

With Chen Yaozu's presence confirmed, half of his mission was complete.

As for who would act as a bridge, he couldn't be bothered to think about it anymore, leaving it to Chen Gongshu and the others to worry about.

Wang Xuesen glanced at the alarm clock.

At this hour, Li Lu should already be all dressed up and off to Mrs. Liu's house to play mahjong.

Yuyuan Road, Liu Residence.

Laughter and cheerful conversation filled the air, mingled with the crisp sound of mahjong tiles.

Li Lu, Li Moli, Mrs. Liu, and Mrs. Fang were having a great time.

I played for a while.

Brigade Commander Liu's wife, after drawing a card, couldn't help but gossip: "Lulu, everyone outside says you have a close relationship with Director Wang of the 76th Division, is that true?"

Li Lu smiled faintly: "When Ziming was still alive, he had a good relationship with Director Wang, and they had some interactions on a regular basis."

"Just visiting each other?"

Li Moli slammed the cards down on the table and said sourly, "Everyone outside is saying that you and Director Wang are having an affair and are getting together."

Li Lu smiled, neither admitting nor denying.

Mrs. Liu and Li Moli exchanged a glance, already knowing the answer.

As a widow, Li Lu's complexion was a hundred times better than before, and her eyes were full of spring. Her figure and temperament became more and more noble and plump.

They've all been through it; they can tell at a glance that she's been pampered by a good man.

The more Li Moli looked at it, the more heartbroken she felt.

She had dealings with Wang Xuesen.

He's handsome, capable, and a man certified by the White Rose.

How many women in Shanghai never thought about this in private?

It's infuriating that this young widow, Li Lu, got the better deal.

Li Moli leaned closer and lowered her voice: "Lulu, Bai Meigui said that Director Wang is even more powerful than foreigners, is that true?"

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Mrs. Liu chuckled.

Mrs. Fang also covered her mouth with a handkerchief.

Li Lu blushed slightly and playfully scolded her, "If Sister Jasmine is curious, why don't you try it yourself and find out?"

"Ouch."

Li Moli laughed heartily: "You really have the heart to do that?"

"What do I have to be reluctant to part with?"

Li Lu smiled gently: "He's not mine."

The card table was suddenly filled with lewd talk.

After chatting and laughing for a while, just as they were about to drive around again, the phone in the living room rang.

The maid answered the phone and turned around, saying, "Madam, it's for Mrs. Fang."

Mrs. Fang quickly got up.

As she answered the phone, the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

"What?"

"Did you crash?"

Which hospital?

"I'm coming right away."

Mrs. Fang hung up the phone, her hands trembling slightly: "I'm sorry, something came up at home, I have to go now."

Mrs. Liu frowned: "Is it serious?"

"My husband was hit by a car in Xinjiekou and is currently in the hospital."

Mrs. Fang didn't have time to say more and hurriedly grabbed her handbag and went out.

As soon as she left, the mahjong table was immediately short one player.

Mrs. Liu, who was on a winning streak today, immediately became unhappy: "What are we going to do? I was just getting into it!"

Li Lu didn't rush to speak.

She glanced at Li Moli first: "Sister Moli, why don't you call someone over?"

Li Moli immediately started making plans in her mind.

In such situations, calling someone in at the last minute to fill in is usually a way of giving the host some face.

But if the person you call can't get along with Mrs. Liu, then you're just asking her to spend money for nothing, and she might not even get any good results.

She wouldn't do something so thankless and exhausting.

"Let Lulu call her that."

Li Moli laughed and said, "You know a lot of people; who doesn't know you have wide connections now?"

Mrs. Liu chimed in, "Yes, yes, Lulu, call someone closer by, don't keep us waiting too long."

Li Lu thought for a moment, as if she had just remembered: "I do have a friend who also lives on Yuyuan Road, not far from here."

Mrs. Liu immediately perked up: "Then call them quickly!"

Li Lu got up and walked to the telephone, took out a small notebook from her handbag, flipped through a couple of pages, and then dialed.

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

"Xiao Lian, it's me, Li Lu."

"Any free? We're one short for mahjong, wanna play a couple of rounds?"

"It's not far, it's at number 87, just a few steps from your house."

"Don't worry, they're all acquaintances. Just come and have some fun."

After hanging up the phone, Li Lu returned to the card table, looking completely at ease.

Mrs. Liu asked, "Who is it?"

"Ruan Xiaolian".

Mrs. Liu stopped pointing.

Li Moli also raised an eyebrow.

They had certainly heard of the name Ruan Xiaolian.

Yang Xinghua's mistress.

Among the wives' circles in Shanghai, this type of woman is the most sensitive.

They look down on them on one hand, and use them as a source of amusement on the other.

Not long after, Ruan Xiaolian arrived.

She wore a fox fur shawl, a purple cheongsam, and her high heels clicked loudly.

Upon entering, she glanced around the room, showing no signs of shyness or restraint: "Oh, everyone's here."

Li Lu stood up and introduced them to her: "Mrs. Liu, Mrs. Li, you know them, right?"

Ruan Xiaolian nodded in greeting.

After she sat down, without asking if the host minded, she took out a cigarette case from her handbag, took out a cigarette and lit it.

Mrs. Liu was displeased, but she still smiled and ordered, "Serve Miss Ruan tea."

Ruan Xiaolian exhaled a puff of smoke and said lazily, "Forget about the tea, I don't like it."

Do you have coffee?

"Mawell is best, without sugar."

Mrs. Liu cursed inwardly.

Why pretend to be so Westernized?

Back when you were drinking diluted whiskey with people at the dance hall, you weren't this particular.

She had to smile and say, "No one in my family drinks Western stuff, we don't have coffee."

Ruan Xiaolian wasn't embarrassed: "Then let's have a glass of warm water."

The game resumed.

As soon as Ruan Xiaolian sat down at the table, her luck was strangely good.

In the first round, he won against Mrs. Liu.

In the second round, he won against Mrs. Liu's hand again.

On the third round, as she drew her cards, she laughed and said, "Mrs. Liu is a lucky person today, she's bringing me good fortune."

Mrs. Liu's face turned completely ugly.

There are rules at the card tables in Shanghai.

The person who comes to fill in for the family should give the host face.

Even if you have a winning hand, you still need to check if it's the home team's winning hand.

As a socialite, how could Ruan Xiaolian not understand?

She deliberately prevented it.

This isn't playing cards, it's slapping someone in the face.

Mrs. Liu was furious, but dared not lash out.

Ruan Xiaolian dares to be so arrogant, she probably has someone even more powerful behind her.

Yang Xinghua?

wrong.

Yang Xinghua was from Zhou Fohai's side and held a high position, but he wasn't so low as to look down on his own family.

Besides, even Yang Xinghua himself might not be able to afford a villa on Yuyuan Road.

Don't panic, hold back for now.

Li Moli was also holding back her anger.

She glanced at the diamond ring on Ruan Xiaolian's hand and smiled, "Miss Ruan, you seem to be having a good time lately. You arrived so quickly; are you staying nearby?"

Ruan Xiaolian gracefully flicked her cigarette ash and said in a drawn-out tone, "Yes."

"Houses on Yuyuan Road are not cheap."

Li Moli continued to probe: "Mr. Yang is really generous."

"How could he afford it?" Ruan Xiaolian said with a pursed red lip.

"Then, whose is that?" Mrs. Liu asked impatiently.

Ruan Xiaolian raised an eyebrow and smiled condescendingly: "Guess."

One sentence left the two of them feeling suffocated.

Li Lu sat quietly to the side, drawing cards.

She only smiled when appropriate, occasionally commenting to Ruan Xiaolian, "Xiaolian, that shawl is really pretty, did you just buy it?"

Ruan Xiaolian immediately replied happily, "My friend brought it back from Hong Kong."

"Even if you have money, you might not be able to buy it here in Shanghai."

"And this bag, it's French-made."

She got more and more excited as she talked.

Luxury villas, imported coffee, fur coats, handbags—every word felt like a slap in the face to Mrs. Liu and Li Moli.

Mrs. Liu played for half the morning, not only losing money but also getting very angry.

As noon approached, Li Lu, seeing that the time was right, put away the cards: "I have to go to the hospital this afternoon, so I won't be able to keep you company today."

Mrs. Liu immediately stood up and said, "Perfect timing, I also need to visit a relative. Let's call it a day."

Ruan Xiaolian, feeling quite pleased with her victory, said somewhat unhappily, "It's over already?"

Li Moli smiled and said, "Xiao Lian, let's meet up again next time. Where do you live? It's hard to get a rickshaw around here, I can give you a ride."

Ruan Xiaolian initially wanted to refuse.

But she was wearing high heels today, which made walking quite inconvenient.

Furthermore, she was happy to let these women see where she now lived.

"Alright then."

Li Lu said goodbye to the group at the door and left on her own.

Li Moli then drove Ruan Xiaolian to her destination.

The car slowly moved forward along Yuyuan Road.

Ruan Xiaolian continued to boast, "It's just ahead."

The car was parked in front of number 73.

It was a two-story villa with gardens in the front and back, and two bodyguards in short jackets at the entrance.

Li Moli stared wide-eyed.

This house is definitely not something that can be bought with a small amount of money.

As Ruan Xiaolian got out of the car, she deliberately adjusted her expensive shawl and said, "Thank you, Sister Jasmine."

Li Moli smiled warmly: "Don't mention it, I'll come visit you another day."

Ruan Xiaolian didn't reply, waved her hand, and swayed her hips as she entered through the iron gate.

The bodyguard at the door immediately opened the door for her, showing the utmost respect.

Li Moli's smile faded.

She stepped on the gas and turned back to the Liu residence.

Mrs. Liu was sitting in the living room, sulking.

Upon seeing Li Moli return, she immediately asked, "How did it go?"

Li Moli said in a low voice, "I've figured it out."

"That little bitch lives at number seventy-three."

Mrs. Liu was taken aback: "Number Thirteen?"

Are you sure?

"My eyes aren't blind."

Ru Moli sat down, picked up her teacup, and took a big gulp: "A two-story villa with a garden, and bodyguards at the door, quite impressive."

Mrs. Liu frowned even more deeply.

No. 13, Yuyuan Road.

Why did this house number sound so familiar to her?

Suddenly, her expression changed drastically: "Number 13—it seems to be Director Ding's house."

Ru Moli was stunned for a moment: "Which Director Ding?"

Mrs. Liu lowered her voice: "Which Ding could it be?"

"Dingmo Village".

Jasmine was also greatly surprised: "What did you say?"

"Is that house in Dingmo Village?"

Mrs. Liu said, "Of course."

"Director Ding has a bodyguard who used to be my husband's handcuff. He often stays with Director Ding overnight."

"According to him, the house was forced to be bought by Ding Mocun from a wealthy businessman. It used to be inhabited by a woman from the tax bureau, but she moved out later."

"I never thought it would end up in the hands of that little slut Ruan Xiaolian."

As she spoke, she sneered, "No wonder that little bitch was so arrogant today."

"So it turns out she climbed into Ding Mocun's bed."

Ru Moli immediately perked up: "Does Zhao Huimin know?"

Mrs. Liu scoffed, "If Zhao Huimin knew, would she still let her move in?"

Upon hearing this, the two stared at each other and froze.

"Jasmine, Huimin and I are best friends. Shouldn't we talk to each other about this?" Mrs. Liu asked, her hand already on the phone again.

"Of course! If you don't say anything, Huimin might just empty her family's coffers one day without you even knowing it."

"Made in hemp."

Ru Jasmine quickly fanned the flames.

Mrs. Liu was also unwilling to swallow this insult.

Doesn't Ruan Xiaolian like to show off?

She wanted to see if that imported fur coat could withstand Zhao Huimin's slap.

The phone rang a few times.

Mrs. Liu smiled gently and said, "Sister Huimin, it's me."

"It's been a long time since we've gotten together for a chat. Let's go horseback riding together at noon."

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"Okay, three o'clock, I'll be waiting for you."