My Spy Years Chapter 660

  Chapter 660 found!

  Chunfeng proud building.

   "The mutton is good today." Cheng Qianfan picked up the handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth. The clean white handkerchief was stained with oil, and Xiao Cheng casually threw it on the table.

   "It's really delicious." Hao Zai put down the big bones he had gnawed clean, wiped his mouth, and said with a smile.

   Then he pushed open the door of the private room and walked out.

   After a while, Hao Zai's voice came from downstairs, "Where are you, go clean up and serve a pot of good tea."

   "Okay, let's go." The guy downstairs quickly agreed.

  Xiao Cheng always offends distinguished guests, so naturally he has to take good care of them. However, Xiao Cheng doesn't like people waiting outside the private room, so the owner arranges a clever young man to be on the first floor at any time.

   Soon, a pot of good West Lake Longjing Tea was brought up.

   "Go down." Hao Zai took the teapot and waved the boy away.

   After the footsteps had gone away, Haozai gently opened the door and took a look to make sure that no one was eavesdropping outside, and then closed the door.

   "Brother Fan, there's no one left." Hao Zai said, he went out just now, apparently calling for tea, but actually checked the surroundings carefully to confirm that there was no suspicious person.

   "What did you find?" Cheng Qianfan asked.

   "Zhao Changgeng is a native of Wenzhou, Zhejiang. He came to Shanghai three years ago. He is the deputy manager of Pearson Co., Ltd. He has two sons and a daughter at home." Haozai said.

   "What else?" Cheng Qianfan nodded, took a sip of tea, and asked.

  These what Haozi said are superficial facts that are easy to find out. If Haozi only finds out these things, it will disappoint him.

   "The subordinate also found out a particularly interesting thing." Hao Zai said.

   "Tell me." Cheng Qianfan glanced at the street downstairs, and saw Yuan Kaizhou's car honking its horn and passing by, with the window down, Yuan Kaizhou made an irregular salute gesture to him.

  Cheng Qianfan smiled and bowed his hands in return.

   "The subordinates found out that Zhao Changgeng had been to Xiapi Lane, Beidan District a few days ago." Haozai said.

   "Oh? Are you sure?" Cheng Qianfan, who was leaning on the chair, straightened his figure and asked with a serious expression.

  Because Xia Houyuan lives in Xiapi Lane, Beidan District.

"Confirmed." Haozai nodded, "Brothers secretly inquired about a detail, Zhao Changgeng bought cigarettes in Xiapi Lane that day, it seemed that he bought fake cigarettes, the peddler who sold cigarettes disappeared in a blink of an eye, Zhao Changgeng stomped angrily scold."

   "Zhao Changgeng appeared in Xiapi Lane." Cheng Qianfan said thoughtfully, holding a teacup in his hand, he suddenly asked, "Have you heard of any contact between Zhao Changgeng and Xia Houyuan?"

   "I didn't find out." Hao Zai shook his head, and then explained, "It's not that the two of them have no contact, it's that the brothers didn't inquire about this situation."

  Cheng Qianfan nodded. Haozai's explanation is very necessary. The same sentence may have two meanings. It must be explained clearly. This is especially important in secret service work.

  Zhao Changgeng, a Shanghai station agent suspected of being under house arrest.

  Xia Houyuan, an agent of the Nishimura Squad of the Japanese Secret Service Department.

  Cheng Qianfan was wondering, what kind of connection would there be between these two people, who could even be said to be completely hostile?

  Although Hao Zai reported that he did not know whether Zhao Changgeng and Xia Houyuan had contact, but when such two people with special identities appeared at the same place, this in itself was enough to cause vigilance and various speculations.

  Cheng Qianfan picked up the cigarette case on the table and took out a cigarette.

  Hao Zai lit a match for Cheng Qianfan.

  Cheng Qianfan took a puff of cigarette lightly, leaned back, raised one foot, looked at the bustling crowd downstairs, and fell into deep thought.

  He doesn't know much about Zhao Changgeng's situation.

   On the contrary, it is Xia Houyuan's situation, he has more knowledge on his side.

  Unable to make further breakthroughs from Zhao Changgeng under the assumption that there is some kind of connection between these two people, Cheng Qianfan chose to study Xia Houyuan who had more information.

  Xia Houyuan is an agent of Xicunban.

   Cheng Qianfan didn't know the rank and status of this person in the Nishimura class. However, judging from Nishimura Ozo's attitude after Xia Houyuan died, Xia Houyuan himself was not important, what was important was the jewelry box in Xia Houyuan's hand.

  What does this mean?

   It shows that Xia Houyuan was participating in a secret operation before being killed by the Shanghai Special Intelligence Team!

  No, judging from the importance Nishimura Ozo attached to this matter, Xia Houyuan should have a special or important role in this secret operation, rather than an insignificant participant.

  What kind of connection will there be between such an important participant in the "secret operation" of the Japanese secret service and a secret agent at the Shanghai Station?

   With too little information at hand, it was difficult for Cheng Qianfan to analyze further.

  However, the identities of these two people alone mean that this matter is definitely not simple.

   "Brother Fan, could it be that Zhao Changgeng secretly threw himself into the sun?" Haozai asked.

   "It's unlikely." Cheng Qianfan shook his head. Judging from his secret observations that day, it is unlikely that Zhao Changgeng has defected to the Japanese.

  Cheng Qianfan knew about the Japanese secret service. If Zhao Changgeng really took refuge in them, then they would not be indifferent to Lu Xingge, the fat fish that came to their door that day.

  Lu Xingge was not followed. This detail shows that Zhao Changgeng did not seek refuge with the Japanese.

  Of course, it is also possible that Zhao Changgeng did seek refuge with the Japanese. However, the Japanese side decided to take a long line to catch big fish. In order to avoid alarming the enemy, they did not send anyone to follow Lu Xingge.

   There was one more detail that caught his attention.

  According to his observations and the situation provided by Preserved Egg, Zhao Changgeng had indeed passed on the information.

  Lu Xingge also successfully obtained the information.

  This seems to prove that Zhao Changgeng did not treason.

  Cheng Qianfan flicked the cigarette ash, took another drag on the cigarette, and then pressed the cigarette **** out in the ashtray.

   "Brother Fan, little Taoist priest." Hao Zai reminded softly.

  Cheng Qianfan turned his head to look down, and saw a figure disappearing into the crowd, from the back it looked like a little Taoist priest.

   "Let's go." Mr. Cheng grabbed a handful of melon seeds and walked while eating them.

   "Yes!" Hao Zai took off his top hat, swept the melon seeds and peanuts into the hat with a skillful sweep of his hand.

  About twenty minutes later, President Xiao Cheng and Hao Zai wandered around to a storytelling place.

  The city god's temple is the most popular storyteller in Shanghai, because this is the birthplace of the storyteller in Shanghai. It can be said that most of the good storytellers in the early years were concentrated here.

   The storytelling place Xiao Cheng always comes to is called Qunyulou.

  In the lobby on the first floor, many listeners are listening mesmerizingly. Some of them seem to be dozing off. However, when someone applauds the wonderful part of listening, this person will be able to catch up in time.

   There are also some fine ghosts who listen attentively and don't hesitate to applaud when they hear something wonderful, but they rarely tip a few nickels.

  Xiao Cheng went up the stairs, and there was an endless stream of people standing up and bowing their hands along the way.

  Cheng Qianfan always responded with a smile, and when he met a familiar 'helping the elderly', he went up to say a few words of greeting and asked him about his consumption, which won a burst of admiration and neat thumbs up.

   Arriving at the second floor, the master prepared the private room early.

   President Xiao Cheng has just taken his seat here, and the good tea and exquisite snacks are ready.

  Licorice plums, golden camellia tea, twig mushroom slices, glutinous rice cakes, Jiaxing rice dumplings, smoked frogs, smoked eggs, lotus root starch, unique flavors, whatever you want.

  The clever little guy asked if he wanted a girl to accompany him to listen to the book.

  Seeing President Xiao Cheng subconsciously helped his waist and said that he would be free today, the boy nodded and stepped back, showing a weird smile.

  The private room in Qunyu Building is very private. Guests who want to watch the storyteller's cadenced performances can pull the curtains and naturally have a panoramic view.

  If you just want to listen to books and don't want to be peeped by idlers, you can draw the curtain and put down a row of wooden boards hanging from the beams, which can be completely covered, forming a private room with good privacy.

   Then he pressed the button, and the electric speaker on the wall could hear the voice of the storyteller downstairs.

  Although most of the time, the voice is a bit distorted, but the tone of this picture of listening to the book with the door closed is really good, so many wealthy people like it quite a lot.

   About half an hour later, Haozai went out for a walk, and when he came back, the door was ajar.

   After a while, a figure opened the door, stepped in, and closed the door behind him.

  The one who came in was a little Taoist priest.

  The little Taoist priest was dressed in a bunt, a top hat, and his clothes were open, with a toothpick in his mouth. He looked like a gang hacker.

   "Wipe it off." Cheng Qianfan raised his eyes and said, pointing at the little Taoist's neck.

   "Huh?" The little Taoist was in a daze.

   "Lipstick marks." Cheng Qianfan shook his head and said with a smile.

   Then he saw the little Taoist blushing, and said something like 'he didn't do anything', 'it was accidentally touched', 'it wasn't bitten by a woman' and so on.

   Haozai covered his mouth and held back his laughter, but at last he couldn't hold back and burst out laughing. After being glared at by Cheng Qianfan, he turned around and covered his mouth.

   "Tell me, what did you find out?" Cheng Qianfan threw a cigarette to the little Taoist priest and asked.

  He also found it quite interesting. The Shanghai Special Affairs Team arranged for the little Taoist priest to pretend to be a blind fortune-teller to go to Mrs. Hong, who lives next door to Xia Houyuan, to inquire about the situation.

  Lu Dazhang made a plan to obtain a jewelry box, and it was also implemented in the way of blind fortune-telling.

   But unexpectedly, the two of them thought of going together.

  Lu Dazhang's action was to take advantage of Tian Dai's mother-in-law's belief in numerology.

  The situation on the side of the little Taoist is slightly different. This Mrs. Hong, who had an affair with Xia Houyuan, also believes in fortune-telling, but she only believes in good-looking blind men.

   "That lady is indeed having an affair with A Yuan." The little Taoist said.

  A Yuan is Xia Houyuan, the little Taoist priest is very cautious.

  Cheng Qianfan nodded, he could see that the little Taoist priest had a flash of 'shame', he didn't ask the little Taoist priest how to find out the situation, what he wanted was the result.

   "The lady said that A Yuan once told her that he had a major event to do recently. After the matter was completed, he asked his wife and husband to divorce, and A Yuan wanted to marry her," said the little Taoist priest.

   "Big event?" Cheng Qianfan's heart skipped a beat.

   After thinking for a moment, he asked, "A Yuan said that he would marry her, how credible do you think this is?"

   "Fake." The little Taoist said, "This lady herself knows it's a lie, she said it too, and she knows it's a lie, but she just likes to hear it."

   "Do you know what a 'big event' is?" Cheng Qianfan asked.

   "I don't know the specifics. There are only sporadic information. I don't know if it is valuable." The little Taoist shook his head. "I judge that A Yuan is very cautious and did not disclose more information."

  Cheng Qianfan glanced at the little Taoist priest, it seems that this kid has eaten that Mrs. Hong to death, and there is another implication in this statement that Mrs. Hong will not hide anything.

   "What sporadic information?" Cheng Qianfan asked.

   "The subordinate listened in on the sidelines, secretly inquiring about the 'big event' Xia Houyuan said, and it seems to have something to do with a visitor." The little Taoist said.

   "Visitor?" Cheng Qianfan's eyes lit up and asked, "Be specific."

"According to what the lady said, a guest came to A Yuan's house one day. After the guest left, the two had a tryst that night. A Yuan said, 'A good thing will come to you', saying that he would do a big thing to become famous. gone."

'To succeed'?

  Cheng Qianfan tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

  Considering Xia Houyuan's identity as a traitor spy, he thought for a moment, and automatically translated the word "get ahead" into "received meritorious service".

   Visitors.

  Good things come to you.

  Rewarded for meritorious service.

  Cheng Qianfan lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then stopped smoking. He is now trying his best to control smoking. Ruolan is pregnant, and the smell of smoke makes him feel uncomfortable. He doesn't want to go home with smoke.

   "When is the visitor at A Yuan's house?" Cheng Qianfan thought of a key question and asked.

   "The first day of July." The little Taoist thought for a while, then counted with his fingers, and said.

   "Are you sure?" Cheng Qianfan asked with a serious expression.

   "That's right, it's the first day of the seventh month." The little Taoist said, "That lady remembers clearly what happened on the first day of the seventh month when the gate of **** opened."

  When the little Taoist priest spoke, he hummed in his heart: Rape and corruption.

  At that time, he falsely claimed that someone must have done the indiscriminate thing, which would result in the marriage being cut off.

  Mrs. Hong turned pale, and stammered that the two people's tryst that day coincided with the opening of the ghost gate.

  Cheng Qianfan turned to look at Haozai, "Do you remember when that gentleman bought fake cigarettes?"

   "Let me think about it." Hao Zai said quickly, he frowned and thought, "It should be the first day of July, but, just to be on the safe side, I have to check it out."

   "The sooner the better!" Cheng Qianfan said with a serious expression.

   "Yes!" Hao Zai nodded respectfully, "It's the subordinate's dereliction of duty."

  Strictly speaking, this incident is just one of many intelligence clues. It's not that he didn't remember the time, but that his subordinates weren't so precise when they scouted for information.

However, Haozi knows the temper and character of the team leader, and the team leader treats them very well, just like brothers. This is the best officer Haozi has ever seen and heard. However, the team leader is also extremely demanding of them. Strict, if you don't do it well, you just don't do it well, it's better not to quibble.

  Cheng Qianfan extinguished the cigarette **** that was still burning, with a confident smile on his face.

  Although there is still a specific time that needs to be further verified, he is almost sure in his heart:

  His previous speculation was confirmed—

  The link between Zhao Changgeng and Xia Houyuan has been found!

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  (end of this chapter)

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