Anti-Japanese War Espionage: I Have an Omniscient Perspective

The stationmaster paused for a moment, then suddenly brought up a sensitive matter: "Now, with the second Kuomintang-Communist cooperation, the whole country is united in the war of resistance. Orders have been given to point our guns outwards and prioritize the fight against Japan. There are many underground Communist Party members active on Beile Street. Remember, don't deliberately target them, and certainly don't create friction. If possible in the future, limited cooperation is also possible."

"Your subordinate will keep the stationmaster's instructions in mind."

"Alright, you can go now."

That concludes the conversation.

Lin Rui got up to say goodbye, and as soon as he stepped out of the basement, he ran into Team Leader Li, who was waiting outside the door.

After putting a hood on Lin Rui, Team Leader Li led Lin Rui out of the secret hideout.

He went around to a dark alley and took off his hood.

"Did the station chief ask you to maintain relations with the Communist Party?"

"Yes," Lin Rui replied.

Team Leader Li's face was grim as he issued a warning, his voice filled with undisguised hostility: "Communists are extremely dangerous. If you discover anyone who is a Communist, be careful not to be turned to communism."

It seems that Team Leader Li was a very stubborn anti-communist, and such a person was later given important positions by the Military Intelligence Bureau.

Lin Rui had already planned ahead and knew he would not follow the Kuomintang to the end, but on the surface he still pretended very well.

"Understood, team leader. I'll be careful. I'll be going now."

Team Leader Li patted him on the shoulder, said nothing more, turned around and quickly disappeared at the end of the alley.

Watching Team Leader Li's figure disappear, Lin Rui walked out of the alley and strolled along Xiafei Road.

Thinking to myself.

Lu Dahong's situation is just the beginning; he will face an even more complex and dangerous situation in the future.

He vividly remembered that the Kuomintang's and the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics' intelligence agencies in Shanghai had been sabotaged by the Japanese several times.

During this period, the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics also launched several assassination attempts.

To be honest, Lin Rui felt that if it was just about assassination, it was still too low-level.

Since he was part of the Military Intelligence Bureau faction, he had to do better in the War of Resistance against Japan, rather than simply killing a few traitors.

My thoughts then turned to future espionage thinking.

In future espionage, identity, equipment, intelligence systems, and safe houses will all be part of a very complex system. I don't currently have the ability to do everything perfectly, but I can do some of the parts well.

For example, they could assemble a force under their own private control, establish multiple safe houses within the concession, and create various disguised identities that could be switched at any time.

With this in mind, his thoughts gradually became clear, and he knew what he should do next.

In that case, Huang Dazhu would be a useful person. Immediately, Lin Rui walked towards Beile Street.

..........

More than half an hour later, Lin Rui returned to Beile Street.

The plane tree leaves along the road were swept away by the cold wind, and the weather turned cold again.

He arrived at the accommodation arranged for Huang Dazhu, only to find the door locked.

If the person isn't inside, then they've gone out to work.

He remembered that Huang Dazhu was now working as a laborer at a wharf warehouse on the east side of the concession, where shipping on the Huangpu River had resumed and a lot of hard laborers were needed to move goods.

Immediately, Lin Rui waved and got into a rickshaw, heading to the easternmost dock in the concession.

Upon arriving at the dock, Lin Rui paid the fare and got out of the car to look around.

Huang Dazhu was bending over, carrying a heavy burlap sack. His coarse cloth jacket was already soaked with sweat and clung to his broad back. The veins on his forehead bulged slightly as he exerted force.

The people carrying the loads nearby were all very friendly to him and would chat with him from time to time.

The thugs at the warehouse, watching from a distance, looked at him with flickering eyes, pretending not to see him even though they clearly disliked him.

What has Huang Dazhu been through during this period?

Lin Rui was somewhat curious.

After Huang Dazhu put down the sack and took the slip, he called out, "Dazhu."

Hearing someone call his name, he turned around and saw that it was Lin Rui. His face immediately lit up with joy: "Boss, wait for me a moment, I'll go settle the bill for these tagged items."

After saying that, Huang Dazhu ran over to the warehouse manager and exchanged the token stuck in his belt for money.

Then, he jogged over, beaming, and said, "Boss, how did you know I was here?"

"Just a guess." Lin Rui looked at the copper coin in Huang Dazhu's hand and asked, "How much can you earn by moving goods?"

Huang Dazhu laughed and said, "A 100-jin bag costs 2 cents, or 6 copper coins. I can only make about 10 trips a day and earn 2 mao."

"Only two cents?" Lin Rui was very surprised. He had spent eight cents to get here by rickshaw, and couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you take a rickshaw?"

"I can't make that kind of money. Renting a car costs money, and the rental companies only hire locals. There's no way an out-of-towner like me could earn that kind of money. Actually, two cents is enough for me."

Huang Dazhu used simple words to show the hardships of life for people at the bottom of society in this era.

Then, Lin Rui led them to a noodle stall by the dock and ordered two bowls of noodles with pickled mustard greens and shredded pork.

There was plenty of pickled mustard greens, two strands of shredded pork, a large bowl of noodles, and plenty of soup.

This was delicious for Huang Dazhu. He shoved the noodles into his mouth with big bites, and after finishing the bowl of noodles and soup, he had another half bowl of soup to fill his stomach before he was full.

After finishing their noodles, Lin Rui and he walked back together.

While walking, we talked about our work at the warehouse.

Even in the cargo handling business, competition is essential. Huang Dazhu carried a knife, and it was with this knife and his daring and fighting spirit that he was able to establish himself at the dock.

Lin Rui stopped and looked at Huang Dazhu: "Dazhu, I'm sorry you've had to go through all this time."

Huang Dazhu scratched his head, a simple and honest smile on his face: "I'm not wronged. Boss, if it weren't for you, I would have lost my life long ago. I'm content to have a job and be able to live a stable life."

The gratitude and sincerity in his eyes were impossible to hide when he spoke.

Lin Rui looked at him, pondering in his heart.

He planned to start by talking about national righteousness, about the Japanese occupation of Shanghai, about the traitors in power in the foreign concessions, about the countless people who were displaced, and persuade Huang Dazhu to join him in the great cause of resisting the Japanese and eliminating traitors, even if the road ahead was dangerous, he could still do his part for the country.

Before he could finish speaking, Huang Dazhu spoke up, "Boss, you've called me here because you need me to do something. No matter what it is, even if it's a mountain of knives or a sea of ​​fire, I, Huang Dazhu, will follow you and do it without batting an eye."

Lin Rui was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting Huang Dazhu to be so decisive. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes before he asked, "Do you know what I want you to do? It might be life-threatening. Have you thought it through?"

Huang Dazhu nodded vigorously, his eyes slightly reddening: "I've thought it through, boss. In this world, the Japanese run rampant, traitors are their accomplices, and thugs oppress the people. Nobody cares about the life or death of someone like me, Huang Dazhu. When I first came to the concession, I was beaten and left lying on the street. Nobody was willing to help me up, nobody was willing to give me a bite to eat. It was you, it was you who saved me, gave me hope to live, and gave me the strength to get through this winter."

He raised his hand and wiped the corner of his eye. "To others, I, Huang Dazhu, am worthless. If I die, I'll just be another forgotten corpse on the street. But you saved my worthless life. I can never repay this debt of gratitude in my lifetime. This life was given to me by you. I will use it however you want, even if it means death, I will have no complaints. As for anything else, you don't need to tell me, boss. I will obey your orders, no matter what I do."