I make a living solving crimes.

This sound from the deep sea has not been heard for ten years.

Yu Zecheng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized and smiled awkwardly, "You got the wrong person, right? My last name is not Shen."

Chang Wei smiled and took out two photos from his pocket.

The picture above is a little yellowed. It is an old photo of Yu Zecheng taken more than ten years ago. He is wearing a navy blue Mao suit, black-framed glasses, and smiling naively.

This photo should have been kept at home in Tianjin.

Below is a new photo. The big-mouthed country woman is smiling in a rustic way. Next to her is a boy about ten years old, who is skinny and also has a silly smile on his face, exactly the same as the man in the old photo.

"Sister Wang misses you very much." Chang Wei said softly.

Yu Zecheng no longer had any doubts, and immediately burst into tears, choking with sobs, "She, is she okay?"

"Not bad. Now she's the director of the Women's Department, the captain of the militia, and she lives with her son." Chang Wei pointed at the new photo.

"Son? My son?"

"Yes, your son, his name is Yu Sheng."

Yu Zecheng murmured "the rest of my life, the rest of my life". He took a deep breath and burst into tears, "I, I, I am so sorry for them, for both of them!"

When we said goodbye at the airport that year, my voice, face and smile are still in my mind, but we are separated by thousands of miles and cannot see each other again.

When I heard the news again, I realized that I actually had a ten-year-old son.

How did an orphan and a widow survive all these years?

Chang Wei supported his arm, pulled him to sit on the sofa, and consoled him: "It's a big situation, this is not your fault."

After years of lurking, Yu Zecheng's mind had become as hard as steel, but when facing his comrades at this moment, he finally let down his guard, and when he heard about Shenhai, Cuiping, and his son, how could he still control himself?

After a long while, he finally wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, restrained his emotions, stood up and said solemnly: "Comrade Navigator, Shenhai requests to return to the team."

Chang Wei's face became serious. He stretched out his right hand, shook hands with Yu Zecheng vigorously, and said seriously: "On behalf of the organization, I agree to Shen Hai's return to the team."

Yu Zecheng shook his hands excitedly and said loudly: "Please organize the task!"

Chang Wei patted the back of his hand and said with a smile, "No hurry, wait until everyone arrives."

Yu Zecheng had been waiting for too long. He was very excited and pursed his lips. "Is the organization going to retake Hong Kong Island? I have a lot of useful intelligence here. I also have the defense map of Stanley Barracks. I also have several British intelligence agencies."

Chang Wei was extremely impressed by the word "recover".

He shook his head. "The time is not right yet."

Yu Zecheng was depressed for a moment.

He had collected and organized all this information slowly over the past ten years, just to reduce casualties among soldiers when the organization needed it.

But he also understood that given the current international situation, it was not a good time to recover lost ground.

The two chatted for a few more sentences, and then they heard a knock on the door of the box. Li Laifu came in from outside, followed by Mu Wanqiu, who looked nervous.

She was actually exposed the moment she stepped into the restaurant. Under Chang Wei's omniscient eyes, anyone with a dual identity had nowhere to hide.

That is to say, if he was born twenty years earlier, it would be the time when Chang Wei could truly show his talents.

He stood up, walked over, and saluted, "Comrade Mu Wanqiu, hello!"

Mu Wanqiu looked at Yu Zecheng at a loss.

Yu Zecheng nodded gently at her, "He is the superior sent by the organization, Comrade Navigator."

Mu Wanqiu marveled at Chang Wei's age in his heart, and hurriedly said, "Hello, comrade navigator!"

She hadn't called him "comrade" for a long time.

Everyone is present and sits at the table to eat.

Upon hearing that this table of delicacies was actually treated to by Inspector Lei, Yu Zecheng was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

It was probably the first time that Wanqiu saw him laugh so happily, unrestrainedly and without restraint. She felt relieved but also sad.

Lurking... is really torture!

Chang Wei put down his chopsticks only after he was half full. "Your initial mission ends here. Now the enemy and our situation has changed, and the focus of the later work needs to be adjusted."

When talking about work, Chang Wei changed his address to "you" instead of "you". Yu Zecheng immediately put down his chopsticks and said seriously: "I will resolutely obey the organization's arrangements."

"What is the current situation of the secret service agencies in Hong Kong Island?"

"Since the year before last, the spy agencies in Hong Kong have been basically shut down. Now we are in a laissez-faire stage and many people have left."

Chang Wei knew the time point that Yu Zecheng was talking about.

Heavy Ten Incident!

This was the riot that took place on October 10, 1956.

They hung the old flag, held demonstrations, joined forces with the Digital Gang to confront the police, and even engaged in looting, smashing, and burning, resulting in 59 deaths and more than 400 injuries.

Since then, the KMT has become infamous in Hong Kong Island and was banned from entering by the Hong Kong government. Its members were either deported or went into hiding, and many of them left the secret service and joined gangs.

There are several gang leaders in Hong Kong who are from the Kuomintang, such as the Cyber ​​Gang, Ngee On and Sun On.

"What's your current job?"

"I work in a foreign trade company. Every month, the company gives us some funding, but it's not enough for food. We have become abandoned."

"It's good to abandon a child!" Chang Wei was very satisfied, "Since many people have left, you should leave too!"

"Then can I go back home?" Yu Zecheng's eyes were full of anticipation. He looked at Wanqiu awkwardly and hesitated a little.

Chang Wei shook his head, "You still need to stay in Hong Kong Island, can you do business?"

Yu Zecheng was a little confused and looked at Chang Wei in doubt.

"Domestic development requires a lot of materials, some of which are controlled by Western countries. We need a channel." Chang Wei picked up a salt-baked mantis shrimp with chopsticks and peeled it slowly, saying calmly: "We borrowed some money from Inspector Lei and want to register a company and let you be the general manager."

Yu Zecheng remained silent, and Chang Wei did not urge him, and asked everyone to continue eating.

In Hong Kong Island, he ate all the delicious food that he couldn't afford to eat in his previous life.

After a long while, Yu Zecheng raised his head and said, "I don't know if it will work, but I can give it a try."

"Don't worry too much. We will send people to support you, and we will soon have other bases here, which will be able to help you open the passage."

What channel?

Of course it’s a smuggling channel.

In order to keep this channel open, military support is necessary.

If the organization steps in, it won't be a small fight like the Black Society.

Especially when the British army dared not act rashly, relying on the .38 rifles of the police force...

Yu Zecheng suddenly gained confidence.

All he had to do was buy the supplies and then find a warehouse in Hong Kong Island, and someone would naturally take care of the rest.

It was not until they were about to part that Chang Wei pulled him aside and whispered, "You can go back with me when the supplies are delivered. I will arrange for Sister Wang to be in charge of the handover in Bao County. You can meet each other every month, and later..."

Chang Wei looked at Mu Wanqiu who was standing not far away, sighed heavily and didn't continue speaking.

The mistakes made by the times will eventually be borne by individuals.

Let Yu Zecheng decide how to deal with it in the future!