My years of espionage

Chapter 2097 Beiping
Lafayette Road, Cheng Mansion.

A squad of heavily armed Nationalist soldiers surrounded the Cheng residence and were in a standoff with the Cheng family's guards at the main gate.

"Raise your guns!" The regimental commander in charge gave the order. He held a pistol in his hand and said coldly, "Upon investigation, Cheng Qianfan is a major traitor and spy of the Wang Jingwei regime. No. 11 Lafayette Road is the property of a traitor. It is hereby seized."

"Everyone lay down your weapons and surrender, or you will be considered traitors and executed on the spot!"

"Kill!" shouted a group of Nationalist officers and soldiers.

The only response they received was the sound of bolts being pulled back. The guards of the Cheng family raised their guns without flinching, and several Thompson submachine gun barrels were clearly visible in the windows on the second floor of the Cheng family mansion.

"Ready!" The National Army commander raised his right hand.

Just then, the sound of horns and engines could be heard, and three military trucks sped towards them.

The sound of screeching brakes rang out.

Soldiers dressed in American-made Nationalist Army uniforms, armed with machine guns and Type 38 rifles, jumped off the military trucks, raising their weapons and pointing them at them.

"Don't move!"

"Put the gun down!"

"Which unit are you from?" You Yong's face darkened as he questioned, "We are Commander Tang's subordinates, ordered by Division Commander Liu to seize the assets of traitors! What are you doing?"

Just then, a car stopped at the gate.

Li Hao, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, got out of the driver's seat, then walked around and opened the rear door.

He wore a crisp American Marconi general's uniform, and beneath his peaked cap was an arrogant face with a cigar in his mouth.

"Commander Tang's soldiers?" Cheng Qianfan raised his chin slightly, snorted coldly, and said.

"It's Cheng Qianfan!" You Yong pulled out the photo from his pocket, glanced at it, and shouted.

His eyes widened, somewhat bewildered as to why Cheng Qianfan, this notorious traitor, would behave and present himself in this manner.

Li Hao stepped forward, took out an identification document from his pocket, and said, "This is General Cheng's official residence. I order you to evacuate immediately."

"I've never heard of any General Cheng. I only know the notorious traitor Cheng Qianfan," You Yong shouted.

“If you’re smart, call your superior,” Li Hao said in a deep voice. “Otherwise, even if our section chief beats you to death, it will be for nothing.”

He patted the other person's shoulder.

“Tell Liu Yikui,” Cheng Qianfan said calmly, “that I have another name, Xiao Mian!”

You Yong's expression was complex and hesitant.

"Please!" Li Hao smiled slightly. "I'll take you to make a phone call."

"Commander!" You Yong reported to his superior in a low voice after the call was connected.

"He said he also has another name, Xiao Mian?" After a dozen seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, he said.

"Yes!" You Yong nodded. "Cheng Qianfan's soldiers are wearing American military uniforms, and their weapons are better than ours."

"understood."

"Commander, that..."

"Withdraw," Liu Yikui said.

"Yes!"

The standoff between Cheng Qianfan's troops and the Nationalist army on Lafayette Road quickly attracted widespread attention.

Soon, news spread that Cheng Qianfan, the notorious traitor, spy, and director of the Political Security Bureau, was actually Xiao Mian, the director of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Shanghai Special Affairs Division.

Most importantly, for those who don't know Cheng Qianfan's identity, the fact that "Little Boss Cheng" could cause the mayor under Tang Enbo, a direct subordinate of the Central Army, to flee speaks volumes.

……

"What a mess!" Cheng Qianfan snorted coldly.

"Alright, calm down." Song Fuguo handed a cigarette to Cheng Qianfan. He himself did not smoke; the brutal interrogation he had suffered at the Political Security Bureau had caused serious health problems.

"They're even more arrogant than Zhou Liang's people!" Cheng Qianfan cursed, still not satisfied.

If the actions of the Japanese puppet troops, secret agents, and thugs during Zhou Liang's temporary takeover of Shanghai can be described as "stealing," then the actions of the Nationalist generals and officials who took over Shanghai after the Nationalist army took over were nothing short of outright robbery.

When Commander Tang and Mayor Qian's men arrived in Shanghai, it was like rats entering a granary.

The Japanese surrendered. What happened to all those factories, banks, warehouses, villas, and cars in Shanghai?
what are these?
These are all enemy and puppet assets!

We must accept it!

In the struggle for the right to take over Shanghai, the various factions in Chongqing fought tooth and nail.

In no time, all sorts of powerful figures, under the banner of "taking over," flooded into Shanghai like a tidal wave.

According to the information Cheng Qianfan had gathered, there were at this time eighty or ninety "receiving agencies" of various names, such as "receiving committees," "receiving offices," and "receiving offices" that had been officially established!

In one city, eighty or ninety departments all claimed to be there to "take over" the government; it was like a chaotic mess.

Today, the Military Intelligence Bureau took a liking to a warehouse and sealed it off.

When the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) arrives tomorrow, they'll tear off the seal from the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (JBI) and replace it with the CBIS's.

The day after tomorrow, the Songhu Garrison Command came again and said that this place was under their jurisdiction, and they would send troops to stand guard directly.

Then, the generals of the National Revolutionary Army also fought each other for power, and even resorted to gunfire.

Shanghai residents were completely dumbfounded.

Is the Central Army here?
Isn't this just a bunch of bandits invading the city?

A particularly ironic phrase has also emerged: "Five sons passing the imperial examination."

What does "five sons passing the imperial examination" mean?

That is to say, the first thing these high-ranking officials did after getting off the plane was to grab the 'Five of a Kind':
The first is money, referring to gold bars, US dollars, and Central Reserve Bank notes;

The second is houses, referring to townhouses and villas;
The third is vehicles, referring to all kinds of cars;

Fourthly, there are positions, referring to various lucrative posts;
Fifthly, women are targeted; with a mere gesture, they are accused of being relatives of traitors and seizing beautiful women.

"Commander Song, do you know that the citizens of Shanghai have given our takeover officer a nickname? It's called the 'Robbery Takeover Officer'; the 'takeover' in 'takeover' has been replaced with the 'robbery' in 'robbery'," Cheng Qianfan said with a cold snort.

He lit a cigarette, flicked off the ash, and said, "These guys got to Shanghai and drove around the streets. Tsk, this little villa is nice. It's enemy and puppet property. Seal it up and confiscate it!"

"This factory is not bad; it's the property of the Japanese puppet regime and their collaborators. Confiscate it!"

"This woman is suspicious. Send her to my room; I want to interrogate her myself." Cheng Qianfan sneered, "She's more like a bandit than a bandit!"

"Alright, calm down." Song Fuguo gave a helpless wry smile. "It's just that we didn't manage to snatch that factory in Zhabei..."

He knew why Cheng Qianfan was so angry. When Director Cheng was confiscating Japanese and puppet assets, he had fought with the Songhu Garrison Command over a cotton mill in Zhabei. He lost the battle and the two sides even faced off with guns drawn. However, the other side was stronger and better equipped, and Cheng Qianfan lost this time.

The lawsuit had even reached Chongqing, and telegrams kept arriving. Helpless, Boss Dai sent him from Nanjing to Shanghai to appease Cheng Qianfan.

"What factory? Is this about the factory?" Cheng Qianfan blinked. "I'm speaking out for the citizens of Shanghai!"

"Qianfan, Brother Qianfan," Song Fuguo said with a smile, leaning forward and lowering his voice, "you've had quite a few gains these past few days, it's almost done..."

Cheng Qianfan frowned, glanced at Song Fuguo, snorted, and said nothing more.

Song Fuguo shook his head. Cheng Qianfan angrily cursed the receiving official. In fact, this old subordinate had also made a fortune this time. In fact, even within the Military Intelligence Bureau, Cheng Qianfan was so smug that some people were dissatisfied.

"Qianfan," Song Fuguo said, "you can't stay in Shanghai any longer."

"Why should I?" Cheng Qianfan suddenly stood up.

His face was extremely gloomy. "Surrounded by enemies, I, your brother, fought bloody battles for eight years. Now that the war has been won, what are they trying to do? Even discarding a used tool wouldn't be this quick!"

"Sit down," Song Fuguo said, his expression changing.

Cheng Qianfan did not sit down.

“Qianfan, we have a bond that transcends life and death, so there’s nothing we can’t talk about,” Song Fuguo said. “You have made a fortune in Shanghai. Now, Shanghai is a huge cake. Even if you’re full, there are still so many people who are starving. If you don’t give up your position, you’ll be cutting off their livelihood, which is like killing their parents.”

Cheng Qianfan's expression changed repeatedly.

He looked at Song Fuguo and suddenly shook his head. "I never expected that you, Commander Song, would be the lobbyist. I never expected you, Commander Song, to say these things."

"I don't want to be a lobbyist, and I don't want to say these things," Song Fuguo said with a wry smile. "There are many things I really disapprove of, but what can I do?"

“I know.” Cheng Qianfan nodded. “Boss Dai has already been very considerate of me to allow me to have such a leisurely six months.”

"It's good that you know." Song Fuguo nodded and said. He looked at Cheng Qianfan and said, "Qianfan, the victory in the War of Resistance is not the end of the war. For the Party and the country, a more important war, a war that is related to the life and death of the Party and the country, will inevitably break out sooner or later."

“I know,” Cheng Qianfan nodded. “They’re Red Bandits!”

"Good that you understand." Song Fuguo nodded. "North China is where the Red Party and the Eighth Route Army are most active. Boss Dai personally selected you to go to Beiping."

"Beiping?" Cheng Qianfan frowned.

“It’s not just you who’s been transferred; in fact, all the local warlords during the War of Resistance had to be reassigned,” Song Fuguo said in a low voice.

He said to Cheng Qianfan, "Beiping is a first-class major station, and the four northeastern provinces are also temporarily under Beiping's jurisdiction. Brother, Boss Dai is entrusting such a vast northern region to you. He must be the most trusted person in the world!"

“Okay, I’ll go to Beiping.” Cheng Qianfan pondered for a moment and nodded. “What about Shanghai…”

"Don't worry," Song Fuguo said, "With me here, there won't be any problems with your family's assets."

Cheng Qianfan was slightly taken aback at first, then looked at Song Fuguo and laughed heartily, "Commander Song, you've kept this from me for so long!"

He said happily, "With Commander Song here in Shanghai, what do I have to worry about?"

The two looked at each other and laughed.

……

March 18, 1946.

Beiping.

The official residence of Cheng Qianfan, the head of the Beiping District of the Military Intelligence Bureau.

Ying Huaizhen, dressed in a crisp military uniform that accentuated her beautiful figure, hurried and knocked on the door with a panicked expression.

"Come in."

“District Chief.” Ying Huaizhen’s voice trembled. “The secret telegram from Nanjing.”

Li Hao took the telegram from Ying Huaizhen and handed it to Cheng Qianfan with both hands, saying, "Brother Fan."

Cheng Qianfan unfolded the telegram and began to read it.

Then, his expression suddenly changed drastically.

All I could see was panic.

His body swayed.

Li Hao stepped forward and quickly helped Cheng Qianfan up.

"Haozi." Cheng Qianfan plopped down in a chair. "Call the Garrison Command and ask for a plane to take me to Nanjing."

"Brother Fan, what's the matter that's so urgent?" Li Hao asked instinctively.

“Boss Dai…” Cheng Qianfan’s face was filled with sorrow and panic. “Boss Dai’s plane crashed into a mountain.”

"What?" Li Hao was shocked.

"I need a plane to take me to Nanjing!" Cheng Qianfan said through gritted teeth.

"clear."

"This matter is currently under strict confidentiality, and no one is allowed to disclose it." Cheng Qianfan looked at Li Hao and Ying Huaizhen, his face extremely gloomy, and said.

"clear."

……

Nanjing.

The Nationalist government held a grand state funeral for Dai Chunfeng.

"Qianfan, please sit wherever you like. Once you're here, it's like you're at home. Don't be shy," Qi Wu said, sitting down and pressing his temples.

"Director," Cheng Qianfan said, glancing at Qi Wu, whose eyes were filled with weariness, "With Boss Dai gone, you must take good care of yourself, especially at this time."

His tone was sincere but tinged with anxiety: "The brothers are all counting on the director."

"Don't talk nonsense like that." Qi Wu shook his head. "What do you mean by pointing fingers at me? Although Boss Dai is gone, we still have the principal. With the principal's wise leadership, our Military Intelligence Bureau will only get better and better."

“The principal has a broad perspective, but there are always some corners that he can’t see,” Cheng Qianfan said in a low voice. “There are always some people who are afraid that the world is not chaotic enough and want to cause trouble.”

"What did you notice?" Qi Wu glanced at Cheng Qianfan and asked.

“Something just doesn’t feel right,” Cheng Qianfan said with a serious expression.

He leaned forward and said in a low voice, "Mr. Zheng and Mr. Tang seem to be a little too active, Director."

“If anyone else had said these things, I would have condemned them for spreading rumors and undermining unity,” Qi Wu said with a smile, glancing at Cheng Qianfan.

"Qianfan knows these words are unpleasant to hear," Cheng Qianfan said in a deep voice, "but I just have to get them off my chest."

"You," Qi Wu pointed at Cheng Qianfan, "still have the same temper, can't tolerate any nonsense."

"It's just that they can't stand seeing the great situation that Boss Dai and the director have built up for us ruined by villains," Cheng Qianfan said indignantly.

"These words must not be spoken outside this house," Qi Wu said solemnly.

“I only say this to the director,” Cheng Qianfan said.

“Didn’t I already tell you to call him Brother Qi?” Qi Wu glared at Cheng Qianfan.

"Yes, Director," Cheng Qianfan replied.

"You, you," Qi Wu shook his head with a wry smile.

"We're brothers, there's nothing we can't talk about," Qi Wu said. Then, he leaned forward and said to Cheng Qianfan, "Those two, Zheng and Tang, are bound to be restless. In the future, we might have to fight each other openly and secretly, and it will be a bloody battle."

"Please give me any instructions, Director," Cheng Qianfan said with a solemn expression.

"Beiping is the largest gateway to North China. Keep a close eye on Beiping Station and protect it," Qi Wu said in a deep voice. "The Red Party is rampant in North China. We must suppress their arrogance. As long as you do a good job, I can stand tall too."

"Understood." Cheng Qianfan nodded. "Don't worry, Director."

He told Qi Wu, "You can rest assured that Beiping is in my hands!"

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