Quartermasters can also fight the devils

Liao Qian looked at the information he had collected and found that, apart from knowing two Japanese named Ono and Kojima, there was almost no other information. It was impossible to tell from the existing intelligence what the Japanese wanted to do and what their goal was.

"Deputy Director Zhang, it seems that you have to take action to contact the Japanese. There is too little information right now." Liao Qian said a little helplessly.

"No problem. According to our original plan, I will contact the Japanese to get useful information. By the way, has the film been developed? Did you find anything?" Zhang Wenwu had no reaction to the contact with the Japanese. This was the original plan.

He was more concerned about the film. If he could know the identity of the Ono in the photo, it might provide them with some clues.

Liao Qian said that the photos had been developed and Deputy Commander Qi had sent them to the Political Department, which was the only place where they could be compared with the archived photos of Japanese spies.

Liu Qiqian also asked for a set of photo files, saying that they could use the archives of the Investigation Department to investigate these Japanese. After all, there were still a considerable number of secret agents in the Investigation Department, and maybe someone knew these people.

After arranging the tasks, Zhang Wenwu prepared to go back to the division headquarters to see if there was anything he needed to deal with at the Quartermaster Department. As soon as he reached the door, Liu Qiqian called him: "Deputy Director Zhang, thank you for your understanding. I will treat you to a Western meal when I am free, as an apology to you."

Zhang Wenwu looked at Liu Qiqian with a smile: "No problem, since Team Leader Liu invited me, I have to give him face. As for an apology, it is totally unnecessary. I am not that stingy. After we catch all the Japanese this time, I will treat Team Leader Liu to a big meal."

Liu Qiqian agreed without pretense. She became very interested in this Deputy Director Zhang and wanted to know what kind of person he was.

Zhang Wenwu was still quite happy in his heart. Didn’t you see that the beautiful girl took the initiative to ask me out for dinner? What does this mean? It means that my charm is real. What a damn charm.

There was nothing special going on in the Quartermaster Department. It was all normal supplies requisitioning. Lei Dong could handle it alone. He was just "a little" busy.

Zhang Wenwu made himself a cup of tea and carefully looked at the accounts that Lei Dong had recently sorted out. This was something Zhang Wenwu attached great importance to. If the military supplies and logistics of the officers and soldiers of the entire division were improved, the combat effectiveness of the troops would be improved.

Although I am now busy dealing with Japanese spies, this matter is very important, but the military supply and logistics of the troops are also very important. Once you get the intelligence, there must be someone or a unit to complete the subsequent execution process.

Looking at the busy Lei Dong, Zhang Wenwu said a little embarrassedly: "Lei Dong, hold on for a while, someone will come to our quartermaster department to replenish it in a while."

I don’t know whether Feng Guangquan’s relative has arrived. The newly formed 211th Brigade is about to be formed. By then, there will be only Lei Dong in the Quartermaster Department, and he will definitely be too busy to handle it.

As for myself, I can only do "strategic" work, and I definitely don't have to do the specific work myself. I need to recruit more people, and then ask Chief of Staff Zhao Dong for them. Zhang Wenwu made up his mind that after he finished the Japanese spy business, he would ask Zhao Dong for people.

Lei Dong smiled bitterly and said that it was no problem and that he could still handle it, but he hinted to Zhang Wenwu that he should recruit more people as soon as possible.

After finishing dinner at the division headquarters, Zhang Wenwu continued to walk towards the Hongyun Casino. He had to maintain the "personality" he had just established so that the Japanese could trust him. Moreover, he had made an appointment with his "good brother" Chen Mingzhang to play together in the casino tonight.

In Shanghai, in the Japanese Navy Club, Ono Akira pondered after listening to the report from Kenzo Kojima who had returned from Zhenjiang. Rescuing the sentenced Jiro Miyamoto was a task assigned by the highest level of the Army Ministry Intelligence Bureau. This was the only goal for him to go to such great lengths to set up so many things in Zhenjiang. Now some hardware facilities have been basically arranged, and the commander of the Navy Special Marine Corps stationed in Shanghai, Denshichi Okawauchi, has also gathered the medical personnel he needs. According to the plan, Kenzo Kojima will lead them to Zhenjiang tomorrow.

But Kenzo Kojima gave himself a "surprise" of not so small a size. Through that good-for-nothing young master Chen Mingzhang, he actually met a captain officer who was most likely serving in the headquarters of the 102nd Division.

You know, the 102nd Division belongs to the Central Army of the Chinese government. According to the plan formulated by the Intelligence Bureau of the Imperial Army Ministry, all the information of officers above the division level and the division-level units of the Chinese troops must have intelligence records. This is to facilitate the Army Department to use troops reasonably when formulating combat plans, and to better help the commanders on the front line understand the combat characteristics of the Chinese troops on the opposite side. The collection of intelligence on the Central Army is at a higher level than other troops.

Moreover, the 102nd Division is a newly formed Central Army unit, and much of the information about this unit is incomplete. If I can "incidentally" get some specific internal intelligence about the 102nd Division this time, it will be of great help to the future operations of the Imperial Army, and I will also be commended by my superiors.

Ono Akira thought about it carefully, and then asked Kojima Kenzo, "Kojima-kun, you did a great job this time. In your opinion, can we win over that officer? Can he provide the intelligence we need?"

When Kojima Kenzo heard his superior's question, he quickly bent down and said respectfully, "Chief, based on my observation of that Chinese officer, he must have relied on nepotism, which is the most common type of relationship in the Chinese army, to be in the army. He must be a country bumpkin, uneducated and a gambler. He got along well with Chen Mingzhang and is his good friend."

Kojima Kenzo thought that his chief was a little too cautious. He felt that he didn't need to observe anything. Anyone who Chen Mingzhang called a "good brother" could basically be classified as the same type of person as Chen Mingzhang - trash. In his eyes, Chen Mingzhang was the best "touchstone".

Ono Akira also understood what Kojima Kenzo meant. His judgment of Chen Mingzhang was the same as Kojima Kenzo's. However, the empire needed Chinese people like Chen Mingzhang, and needed to use their identities to do many things for the Empire of Japan that were inconvenient for them to do. Such people did not need to be too smart, and being obedient was the most important thing.

Ono Akira nodded and said, "Very good, Kojima-kun, as an excellent agent trained by the Empire of Japan, you have not let the Empire down. I agree that you should contact this Chinese officer and try to obtain useful intelligence. However, don't forget that our most important mission is to rescue Colonel Jiro Miyamoto. This is the first priority and cannot be delayed because of the officer's matter."

Ono Akira believed that Kojima Kenzo's judgment was correct. He was a professionally trained agent. If he couldn't even judge a person, he might as well "commit suicide by disembowelment". Besides, there was still Chen Mingzhang, the "beacon". Ono Akira really couldn't imagine that there would be an outstanding person who could be so close to Chen Mingzhang.

If Zhang Wenwu knew what Ono Akira and Kojima Kenzo were thinking, he would probably be delighted to death. He never thought that Chen Mingzhang's "influence" could be so great. What is a surprise? This is a surprise.

Zhang Wenwu looked at the chips in front of him happily, which he had just won. However, Chen Mingzhang, who was sitting opposite the table, was not so lucky. He lost money again today. He looked at the happy Zhang Wenwu and felt a little disappointed. Why couldn't he win money like Zhang Wenwu?

"Mr. Chen, it's okay. I have good luck. I'll lend it to you." Zhang Wenwu walked to Chen Mingzhang's side and comforted him softly. Chen Mingzhang was so moved that he couldn't speak when he heard Zhang Wenwu actually said that he would lend him his good luck. Although "luck" is something illusory and can't really be taken, he was really grateful to be able to say such words at the gambling table. You know, "there is no father and son at the gambling table."

Chen Mingzhang expressed his gratitude and said that if he won money, he would definitely give Zhang Wenwu a share of the profits. Then he started to place bets with red eyes. Zhang Wenwu thought, by the time you get the dividends, the flowers will be cold. For someone like you, no matter how much money you have, it will not be enough to lose.

Sure enough, after Zhang Wenwu lent him his "luck", he started to make his money back. Although he had not yet won back all the money he lost, it was a good start. On the other hand, Zhang Wenwu threw back all the money he won and lost a lot of his capital, which made Chen Mingzhang exclaim in his heart: Good brother, so loyal. I will definitely be friends with this brother.

After quickly disposing of all the chips in his hand, Zhang Wenwu stood up and sat on a chair beside the private room to drink tea and rest. After resting on the chair for less than five minutes, he saw Chen Mingzhang also coming down from the gambling table and walking towards him.

Chen Mingzhang originally wanted to take advantage of the good omen of Zhang Wenwu's "fortune" to get back his money, but he didn't expect that as soon as Zhang Wenwu left the gambling table, he lost several hands in a row, and lost a lot of the capital he had finally recovered. At this time, he realized that Zhang Wenwu's "fortune" would disappear if he left the table, so he withdrew from the gambling table.

Zhang Wenwu had no idea that Chen Mingzhang was so "superstitious". This was all arranged long ago with the people in the casino and had nothing to do with fortune.

"Why did Hu San take so long in the toilet? What a joke." Chen Mingzhang sat on the chair next to Zhang Wenwu and said something to make conversation.

"Brother Hu probably doesn't have much financial resources, which is understandable," Zhang Wenwu helped out.

Seeing that Chen Mingzhang didn't say anything, Zhang Wenwu said tentatively: "How can everyone be like you, Master Chen, who has so much money to spend? I just rely on that little military pay to make a living. When the day comes when I have as much money as Master Chen, that would be great. I'll live in the casino every day and have a good time for a while, hahahaha"

Chen Mingzhang was furious in his heart, "Brother Zhang, are you talking like a human being? You say you are a righteous man, I believe that, but if you say you live on military pay, I won't believe a word of it even if I kill myself. What kind of military pay is so much money? You often come to the casino, and you don't seem to feel a little bit sad when you lose. Even if you pretend to feel sad, it will make me feel better."

"Brother Zhang is really good at joking. Hehe." Chen Mingzhang looked at Zhang Wenwu with an expression as if to say "Do you think I'm a fool?"

Zhang Wenwu coughed twice in embarrassment and said awkwardly: "Hey, brother, sometimes I do some small business to make some extra money, but compared with Mr. Chen's family business, it is just a drop in the bucket."

When Chen Mingzhang heard Zhang Wenwu talking about the money he made from his small business, he smiled without comment and said, "Anyone who believes that is a fool. Do you think I am a fool?"