The Life of a Son-in-Law in a Courtyard House

The envoy gave the order, and the burly man had no choice but to obey.

The dark figure remained hidden in the shadows outside the door, and the three people inside still couldn't see his face.

The shadowy figure thought for a moment and said, "You three, one of you stay behind to keep in touch, and the rest of you go and gather information for me."

"Don't just sit there waiting, or neither of us will get away with it."

After saying that, the shadowy figure disappeared into the main room.

The burly man among the three people inside kicked the chair behind him.

He muttered under his breath, "What the hell is this special envoy? All he knows how to do is assign people tasks."

Grass (a type of plant)...

One of the three men, a bearded man in his forties or fifties, whispered, "Alright, Golden Eagle, don't let him hear us. He's from the island, so we can only listen to him and try our best to complete the mission."

Another younger female voice added, "Yes, Golden Eagle, we are all abandoned people from the mainland, without any background. If we want to leave here and avoid suffering, we can only try our best to cooperate with others."

"No, Old Abacus and I will go and find out information. You keep it."

The man codenamed Golden Eagle slapped his forehead: "Forget it, Jin Yan, you're a woman, you're not strong enough, you should stay here, Old Calculator and I will go."

Ugh, what the hell is going on?

It's a thankless task.

After they finished speaking, the man codenamed Golden Eagle and the old man codenamed Old Abacus both left the courtyard.

Meanwhile, Yang Dalin and his group, having eaten and drunk their fill, happily drifted off to sleep.

It was already past midnight.

In the remote old house in the Qinzhou area, codenamed Golden Eagle and Old Abacus hurriedly rode back on a bicycle, covered in sweat.

The thin, dark figure from the next room appeared immediately: "What, you have news?"

"Yes, Special Envoy, a small-time hoodlum in the easternmost part of Qinzhou City sent a message saying that around lunchtime, more than a dozen out-of-town trucks ate at the state-run restaurant in the eastern part of the city and also bought some grain."

Upon hearing this news, the shadowy figure angrily shouted, "We only received the news in the middle of the night, even though it was sent at noon?"

Is this how you serve the Party and the state?

Old Abacus said, "Special Envoy, don't be in a hurry. You know that our Qinzhou City is particularly long from east to west and particularly narrow from north to south."

The east and west are far apart, and people from that side rarely come here.

Moreover, we are so short-handed right now that we've been focusing on the area around the train station in the west of the city, but we haven't sent many people to the east.

This news was leaked by a petty hoodlum who was just bragging in conversation.

He even considered stealing from their convoy.

Later, seeing that the other people all had guns and there were many of them, he didn't make a move.

I was playing cards with one of my men tonight, and that's when I was bragging about it.

My subordinate heard the news and told me immediately. We rode our bicycles all the way from the east of the city to get here, without even having a sip of water.

Upon hearing this, the special envoy felt an urge to shoot those few useless people who were ruining his mission.

Are these still the same subordinates of Boss Dai, who used to be known as an elite?

Now, even inquiring about a piece of news can be delayed by more than ten hours.

Damn it, I'm so angry.

If the agent codenamed Golden Eagle knew that the special envoy wanted to kill him, he would definitely dare to take his gun and shoot back at the special envoy, while also cursing a few words: "Damn it, you haven't paid me for years, and as soon as you come here you give me a little money to make the contact do your work."

Many people who could avoid it simply did so; there weren't many capable people left to begin with.

It's good enough that I was able to get any information for you; it's not like when we were dealing with Japanese spies.

Back then, many of our brothers would fight even knowing they would die. What about now?

Now that you've failed in your fight for the inheritance, you're trying to scheme and sabotage us, yet you're unwilling to keep paying us. If I weren't broke and had no other options, I would have run away long ago. Who would want to serve a big idiot like you?

The special envoy, standing in the shadows, noticed something amiss in the eyes of the man codenamed Golden Eagle.

She thought to herself, "Don't provoke these people's anger. If they try to cover up their crime, I won't be able to complete my mission, and my family might be implicated." So she suppressed her anger and said, "Alright, you've all worked hard. I will report your contributions to Director Ye (the intelligence bureau chief after Mao)."

I will also speak well of everyone.

Once we find them and complete the mission, I will apply for the big yellow croaker reward for you.

"Come over here and discuss this in detail. Let's see if they've hidden in Qinzhou City or moved to another place."

Golden Eagle and Old Abacus reluctantly entered the house after hearing the change in the special envoy's tone.

As for the promises he made, neither of them believed them.

This special envoy parachuted in and didn't carry much gold bars or cash with him.

They've already swindled quite a bit of money from those people.

Who the hell would believe in other rewards that can't be seen?

The previous payments were for back wages and subsidies owed to them.

If you do new work without paying, who the hell will do it for you?

Just do a perfunctory job if you can.

If this special envoy dares to cause trouble, the group has already decided to just kill him.

Anyway, these people didn't have any families, and they weren't afraid of being threatened by the island revealing their true identities. So they took the money they got and fled abroad.

Who the hell would continue doing such a thankless and morally bankrupt thing?

The two people went inside.

The shadowy figure remained standing outside the door, out of the light's reach.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Could you confirm whether these vehicles have left Qinzhou?"

Or have they already stopped in Qin Prefecture?

The golden eagle said in a muffled voice, "It's too late. We'll need to wait until daylight to gather information."

"If we try to find witnesses in the middle of the night, won't they just report us?"

The special envoy was speechless.

But he had a plan. He pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and threw it on the other person's table: "Can you get any information before dawn?"

As soon as the group saw the money, which was tied together with a lot of national grain coupons, the woman took it with a smile and said, "Special Envoy, no problem, we will definitely deliver reliable information to you before dawn."

Special envoy: "Okay, as soon as possible, I'll wait for your news."

After saying that, the pretentious special envoy went back to his room.

After returning to the house, he took a small box from the kang (a heated brick bed).

It's a radio station inside.

He thought for a moment and then quickly sent a telegram.

He realized that relying on these few good-for-nothings to gather information was only one aspect.

He suspected that those targets might have already left Qinzhou City, and their next destination might be Jincheng.

He needed to get the contact information of other people who were undercover in Jincheng from his superiors.

Two of these three good-for-nothings came from Jincheng.

I don't trust them and they need more support.

Otherwise, this mission might not have been completed.

Completing tasks now is so difficult, even more so than during the Anti-Japanese War.

Alas, the Party-state's counter-offensive is hopeless.

All I can do is accept my fate and do my best.

Otherwise, I'd be tortured to death if I went back.

If it weren't for his family being tied down on the island, he would have run away immediately.

Who the hell would still work for these two good-for-nothing father and son?

Two useless snacks.

Despite the favorable situation after the victory against Japan, and the acquisition of so much equipment, they were driven back to the island in just three years.

Even a pig would be better at giving orders than them.