Chapter 162 Lao Song’s Secret At Ningbo Pier, Zuo Zhong watched a group of reflective spots disappear slowly, turned around and said to Gu Qi: "Putuo's manpower has done a good job of dividing the work. You have to adjust your duty hours. Seeing that the Spring Festival is approaching, I can understand everyone's mood, but just Let the brothers work hard." Gu Qi nodded silently, Chinese people took the Spring Festival very seriously. Even if the Republic of China promoted the Gregorian New Year, it would not affect the millennium tradition. We must pay attention to this issue, otherwise it will easily affect morale. He thought about several ways in his mind and applied to Zuo Zhong: "Section Chief, I wonder if we can prepare some bonuses or subsidies for everyone. There are many people who have families to support, so if you have money, you will feel less resentful. And on the Spring Festival, can you please ask the master chef of your restaurant to go home late and prepare some meals, dumplings, and Yuanxiao for the local brothers. Eating well is the first priority, and of course the wine is forgettable. " Zuo Dian nodded and smiled: "What's the trouble? The master chefs are all locals. Let's hire them with three salaries and let them prepare the best meals for everyone. I can't do anything about the bonuses. Let's do it this way. When the time comes for the New Year's Eve dinner, I'll Once it’s done, it’s considered a benefit to the brothers. Okay, Lao Gu, your suggestion is very good. The most important thing is to let everyone earn money and eat and drink well. I also have an idea to ask the office to send representatives to visit the homes of these brothers who are away from home. The money is more and the money is less. unimportant. " Gu Qi felt like Ming Jing. As soon as Zuo Zhong's suggestion came out, Dai Chunfeng would definitely agree. This was a good opportunity to win people's hearts. No wonder the section chief was so trusted by everyone. A good subordinate should not only seize the opportunity, but also create opportunities for the leader. . An idea flashed through his mind, and he immediately added: "My dear, section chief, I will accompany you to visit a few places during the Spring Festival to boost everyone's morale." Zuo Zhong touched his chin and nodded: "Okay, let's take a look. Don't affect your normal work."
Gu Qi puffed up his chest: "Yes, section chief." The two of them were at the surveillance point near the dock, watching the masters from Mount Putuo board the boat and leave. Zuo Zhong looked at the people coming and going to the pier. After yesterday's Dharma meeting, Ningbo was much livelier than usual. Some people left and some arrived. I wonder how things went at Song Minghao, who is in charge of the urban intelligence network. I haven't seen this old boy for several days. Is something wrong? Thinking of this, Zuo Zhong asked: "Lao Gu, why has Lao Song been so invisible these past two days? How come he is busier than me? What are they busy with recently? There is no report in the intelligence briefing." Gu Qi was stunned for a moment, but it was okay if Zuo Zhong didn’t say anything. When he said it, he came to his senses. In the past two days, he was so busy with the Dharma conference that he hit the back of his head with his foot. He really didn’t pay attention to what Song Minghao was doing. Seeing his reaction, Zuo Zhong naturally knew that Song Minghao hadn't contacted him either. After thinking about it, he took the coat off the hanger and said, "Let's go and see what our Chief Song is doing." The contact point of the urban intelligence network is located in a hotel, which is also owned by Zuo's family. It is now full of people from the intelligence department. As soon as Zuo Zhong's car drove into the yard, the agent on duty stood up from the counter and walked to Greeted at the door. The special agent watched the car stop and said respectfully outside the car window: "Hello, section chief, hello deputy section chief." Gu Qi rolled down the window and asked seriously: "Why are you alone? According to discipline, how many people should there be?" The agent turned pale with fright and quickly explained: "Report, two of them have been sent to the field by Chief Song, and I am the only one left." The situation became even more strange. Zuo Zhong and Gu Qi looked at each other. Zuo Zhong smiled and said, "It's okay. Since it's the commander's order, there's no need to be afraid. Where are Chief Song and the others? Can you contact Chief Song if they can be contacted?" , let him come back.” The agent immediately replied: "Report, I don't know where Chief Song has gone, but he can be contacted. If there is me there, I will contact him now." Seeing that Gu Qi's face was getting more and more ugly, the agent quickly ran away and called to inform him. Looking at Gu Qi, Zuo Zhong laughed: "Lao Gu, don't be so serious. There are many surprises in this industry. Lao Song must have discovered something and hopes to give us an unexpected surprise. I think he has done a good job in keeping secrets. No. He kept it secret from us, even his subordinates didn’t know.” Gu Qi scolded Song Minghao in his heart. When Zuo Zhong was not in Jinling, the two of them got along well. He originally thought he was a reliable old intelligence officer, but now he is too ignorant to do such a thing. The two of them walked to a room in the hotel, which was Song Minghao's temporary office. Zuo Zhong entered and walked around. The table was very clean, and there was nothing in the drawers and wastebaskets. It was a bit interesting. Sitting on Song Minghao's chair, Zuo Zhong closed his eyes and thought about what situation he discovered in the urban area that made an old man take it so seriously and keep confidentiality measures in place so carefully. I don’t know how long it took, but there was a sudden brake sound outside. Gu Qi stood up and took a look at the window and shouted: "Section Chief, Lao Song is back." Before he finished speaking, the sound of running could be heard in the corridor, getting closer and closer.
“Creak.” Song Minghao rushed into the room, sweating profusely, and shouted: "Report to the Section Chief, Song Minghao, Chief of the Military Section, is here to report to you." Zuo Zhong stood up from the chair with a smile, walked to him, sniffed and smelled, and said meaningfully: "Okay, Minghao, it seems that you are going to become an immortal. You have perfected your flawless body. I can only see the sweat, but there is no smell of sweat." Song Minghao laughed dryly: "I came back as soon as I heard your call, section chief." "Hmph." Zuo Zhong stopped his smile and pointed outside: "What is going on? You are still not the military chief of my intelligence department. Why do I know nothing about your actions? Honestly." Gu Qi also reminded him: "Old Song, our Intelligence Department has always emphasized unity. If you do this, everyone will follow your example. What should the section chief do?" Song Minghao panicked and reported on the work of the urban intelligence team. The results surprised Zuo Zhong and Gu Qi. Gu Qi jumped directly in front of him and said in surprise: "What! You said there is a Japanese intelligence team hidden in Ningbo City?" Zuo Zhong's reaction was not that big, and he was still a little suspicious. There was a spy in Mount Putuo, and there was a Japanese lurking group in Ningbo City. What on earth was there that the Japanese paid so much attention to, even if they had to deal with bald heads? It’s not that Zuo Zhong looked down on bald heads, but that the Japanese wanted to kill bald heads, so sending more action personnel was enough, and there was no need to send so many intelligence agents. Zuo Zhong looked at Song Minghao, who was standing straight, and asked curiously: "How did you find out?" “It’s a coincidence that according to your instructions, we took root in the urban area and quickly set up surveillance points in bookstores, hotels, electrical equipment stores and other places to follow up and investigate suspicious persons. A few days ago, a boy came to the electrical supplies store. He had a certificate from the police station and wanted to buy electronic tubes. Our people thought the man was a little sneaky and followed him, and discovered this group. This group of people live in Xiangling Lane and don’t usually communicate with others. We separated their domestic garbage from the garbage, including Japanese sake bottles. "Song Minghao's face glowed with a hint of pride. Zuo Zhong frowned: "So you think it's a Japanese intelligence team? An intelligence team that lives in a centralized place and doesn't know how to deal with traces of life? Minghao, in our business we really need to make bold assumptions, and we also need to verify carefully. These people should not be intelligence officers, at least not professional. We have fought against the Japanese so many times. These Japanese spies are all cunning and cautious. It seems that you are going to be happy in vain this time. " Gu Qi also felt that there were some problems here, and affirmed: "Just talking about drinking while performing a mission is not something that a professional spy can do." After hearing what they said, Song Minghao still refused to give up: "Section Chief, we have been monitoring for a few days. These people disguised themselves as various professions and appeared in the suburbs of Ningbo. They asked the nearby people where there were mountains, where there was water, and whether Doing surveying?" Surveying and mapping? Zuo Zhong thought of the sulfuric acid team in Jinling. Their job was to do map surveying near Jinling. He remembered the interrogation records at that time very clearly. In terms of behavior, they were indeed similar. He asked: "In addition to inquiring about this information, do these people carry any equipment? Such as compasses, levels, and rulers. These are necessary for surveying and mapping. Just one pair of legs cannot do it." Song Minghao was so focused on observing the actions of the Japanese intelligence team that he obviously didn't notice this. He quickly took out the surveillance records from his arms and flipped through them for a long time, and finally shook his head in disappointment. No matter how stupid he is, he knows that surveying and mapping must rely on data, such as contours, slopes, heights, distances, directions, etc. Without these, it is impossible to complete a usable map. Song Minghao was dejected. Zuo Zhong did not hit him again. He took the surveillance record from his hand and looked at it word by word. Data show that there are thirteen people in the party, and they are active in the nearby mountains every day. Some carry burdens and pretend to be traders, some carry flags and pretend to be fortune tellers, and some simply pretend to be pedestrians. Other than asking people about the geographical conditions nearby, I didn’t see any special behavior, nor did I carry or use other equipment. Occasionally I climbed a mountain and came down quickly. Could it be that this is a Japanese tour group? The more Zuo Zhong looked at it, the more strange he became. Buying a tube meant that the other party at least had a radio to receive intelligence. There were a lot of people and they lived together. They didn't look like intelligence personnel or operational personnel. What on earth were they going to do? Zuo Zhong decided to go and see for himself: "Let's go, find a suspicious target and follow him."
Ningbo City is becoming more and more lively. The Japanese chamber of commerce, a group of mysterious people suspected of being Japanese spies, and a well-hidden monk spy. Is there any relationship between this? Zuo Zhong was sitting in the car and thinking. The car drove towards Xiaoguan Mountain in the southern suburbs. Song Minghao reported that there were the most suspicious people here. He just rushed back from here, and now there are several teams of special agents conducting long-distance surveillance. There are dirt roads near Xiaoguan Mountain. Once the car drives, the dust will fly up and you can see it from a distance. To be on the safe side, the three of them got out of the car and started walking when they were still a few miles away from the target. ..
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