Spy game? Stop guessing, I really am an undercover agent!

Chapter 93 Director Zuo, you're so rude!
"Wow, the main character has arrived."

A smug smile appeared on Zuo Mingquan's greasy, fat face.

It was as if there was a fat sheep in front of him, just waiting for him to step forward and slaughter it.

"Xiao Bao, invite him up. Remember to be polite; after all, he's a tycoon in Shanghai."

When Zuo Mingquan said "tycoon," he emphasized it deliberately, with a hint of mockery in his tone.

"Yes." Zhang Zixian saluted with a grin and ran out in a flash.

The sound of leather shoes clicking on the floor grew louder as they approached.

"Mr. Zhang, this way please."

"You stay outside..." Zhang Zixian politely ushered a middle-aged man into the office.

The newcomer wore a purple brocade dragon robe on his upper body, but paired it with trousers and British calfskin shoes. His attire was neither Western nor traditional, but his face was extremely distinguished...

His eagle eyes gleamed with a sharp, weighty light as he turned, as if he could instantly weigh the person or thing before him.

Perhaps it was due to the good fortune of middle age, but his nose was broad and thick, with several deep, knife-like nasolabial folds etched on both sides of his nose, extending all the way to the corners of his mouth and drooping down, making him appear somewhat mean.

Her hair was also specially styled, combed until it was shiny and smooth, close to her scalp, and firmly fixed with hair wax, not a single strand out of place, clearly revealing her broad and full forehead.

His ears were large and thick, especially his earlobes, which were quite the "lucky face" according to fortune tellers.

But none of these things are enough to attract people. Almost everyone who sees him for the first time is drawn to the jade thumb ring on his left thumb.

This jade thumb ring has excellent translucency, a vibrant green color, and a warm, lustrous sheen.

This one thumb ring is enough to allow a middle-class family in Shanghai to live a carefree life.

Zuo Mingquan's gaze sharpened slightly. Although this was the first time he had met Zhang Xiaolin, he had long heard of this big tiger in Shanghai.

When Zhang Xiaolin was a tycoon in Shanghai, Zuo Mingquan was just a local hoodlum in Nanjing.

After his gaze lingered on the other person for a moment, Zuo Mingquan stood up and said, "Mr. Zhang, it's an honor to meet you."

"Director Zuo, you're too kind."

The two sides did not act tensely at the beginning; instead, they were as polite as old friends who had not seen each other for a long time.

"Xiao Bao, serve Mr. Zhang tea."

Zhang Zixian responded and quickly took out tea leaves from the cabinet, while also pouring in boiling water.

Zuo Mingquan slightly raised his hand and said, "Boss Zhang, I don't have anything good here, please make do with this."

Zhang Xiaolin frowned, but still picked up the teacup, skimmed off the foam, and took a symbolic sip.

"Director Zuo, let's not beat around the bush. I didn't come here today just to have tea."

"I just want to know what I have done to offend you that you would want to ruin my business."

“Mr. Zhang, you flatter me,” Zuo Mingquan said with a smile. “I’m just doing my job.”

"Someone reported that your subordinate, Tian Dairong, was harboring members of the Red Party. Lieutenant Asano of the Special Higher Police personally ordered that all personnel related to the Red Party must be severely punished."

“Enough,” Zhang Xiaolin’s face darkened. “If Tian Darong really has some shady dealings with the Red Party, you may summon him at will.”

"Why did you have to smash up my place and destroy my cigarette stand?"

Zuo Mingquan shrugged and said, "Then you'll have to ask your subordinate why he resisted when we arrested him."

"Mr. Zhang, it seems your purpose in coming here today is not as simple as a visit. You've come to interrogate me."

"I wouldn't dare to interrogate you," Zhang Xiaolin said calmly. "I have a letter here; Director Zuo might as well take a look." Zuo Mingquan was slightly taken aback, took the letter from Zhang Xiaolin, and his expression became somewhat strange after unfolding it.

The letter was written by Chen Jintao, the Minister of Finance of the Nanjing Reformed Government, to Zhang Xiaolin.

The gist of the statement is that Nanjing hoped he would take up a position as an official in Zhejiang Province to stabilize the situation in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

After reading the letter, Zuo Mingquan smiled and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Zhang. However, I don't quite understand why you showed me this letter."

"It's your business if you want to get promoted and make money. This is the Special Committee's office, and it has nothing to do with you."

"It's not too late to give me orders when you become the director of the Special Affairs Committee."

Zhang Xiaolin seemed surprised that Zuo Mingquan would show him no respect whatsoever.

He frowned and said in a sinister tone, "Director Zuo, don't go too far in your actions."

"In official circles, everyone gives each other face. What you're doing is not very ethical."

"Who's being dishonest?" Just then, a warm voice came from outside the door.

Zhang Xiaolin and Zuo Mingquan looked outside at the same time, only to see Chen Yang walking in leisurely.

"Oh, Director Chen, what brings you here?" Zuo Mingquan immediately stood up to greet Chen Yang, much more enthusiastically than he had been towards Zhang Xiaolin.

"Director Zuo, I was asked to come, so I had to." Chen Yang replied with a smile, his gaze lingering on Zhang Xiaolin: "This must be Boss Zhang."

"You've really gone all out; you actually managed to persuade Minister Chen."

Zhang Xiaolin seemed to know what had happened. He stood up, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Chen Yang, and said, "Commander Chen, I'm really sorry to trouble you."

"I spoke with Minister Chen before I came here, and he specifically told me that if there were any problems, I could ask you to step in and handle them."

"Therefore, I have no choice but to trouble you to come here."

Upon hearing this, Zuo Mingquan's expression became even more peculiar; this old fellow really didn't understand the situation.

Doesn't he know that Director Chen wants to make an example of you, and he even went to ask him for help?

In fact, Zhang Xiaolin really didn't know that Chen Yang was the one who wanted to take advantage of him.

Chen Jintao simply told him that if there were any issues, he could contact the Director of the Economic Department, but he couldn't say the specific reasons over the phone.

These important figures wouldn't easily give anyone a handle to use against them, especially since the phone lines were manually switched at this time. Zhang Xiaolin could only obey orders and had someone go find Chen Yang to come forward before coming here.

Who would have thought that he was inviting a wolf into his house?
Chen Yang said insincerely, "Director Zuo, we are all working for the Jinling government. Do you have any evidence? If not, let them off the hook."

Zuo Mingquan nodded quickly and said, "Since Director Chen has spoken, there is naturally no problem."

"Xiao Bao, go and bring Mr. Tian up here."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zixian immediately went down to bring people.

Less than three minutes later, two Nanjing special agents, one on each side, helped a severely deformed person into the office.

His body was covered in bloodstains, his clothes were torn to shreds from the whip, and there was a pungent smell coming from his lower body, which was clearly a sign of incontinence.

To torture someone to this state in just one day and one night, I must say, the Jinling Special Service Committee is truly professional.
"Arong, Arong!" Zhang Xiaolin hurriedly pushed through the crowd to check on Tian Darong's injuries.

Seeing this, Chen Yang couldn't help but shake his head and say, "Director Zuo, you're too impulsive. It's very impolite. Look at how badly they've been beaten."

"Mr. Zhang, I'm so sorry, it was all a misunderstanding. Hey buddy, are you in pain?"

(End of this chapter)