Dreaming back to 1949, the great powers were there to deceive us

No. 75 Sinan Lane, Zhao Zhi had had enough.

Transportation Bureau, Education Bureau, Police Bureau...

Almost every department that can be ranked has people coming, and it is not clear whether it is a private act or assigned by the department.

I originally thought of spending a small amount of money to get rid of them, but they turned out to be more greedy than the other.

100 oceans?

No, that's like sending a beggar away!

200 oceans?

No one even looks at you!

500 oceans?

Sorry, I just smiled.

Well, 800 dollars, not a penny more!

After a heated debate, the other departments finally left, but there was one exception: the Tax Bureau!

The person who came was Wan Ping, the head of the Inspection Department.

When unloading the truck, there were 2 yuan in the living room and yuan in the yard. At present, or yuan have been sent out, and about yuan has been extorted from various departments, leaving about yuan.

Wan Ping was obviously not satisfied with this small amount of money. He stared at Zhao Zhi and said, "Brother, when will Mr. Hu come back?"

Zhao Zhi replied weakly, "I've sent my brothers to look for him."

Wan Ping smiled and said, "It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. I am so lucky to have this glass of wedding wine from Mr. Hu."

Zhao Zhi didn't want to argue with him, so he slammed the box shut and shouted, "Two brothers, come here and take the money to Yuqing Tower to settle the bill first."

Wan Ping was anxious and quickly stopped him: "Brother Zhao, what are you doing? The government taxes haven't been paid yet!"

The secret agent next to him didn't care who Wan Ping was. He just moved the boxes quickly. If someone blocked his way, he would just bump into them.

Wan Ping was furious: "Who dares to do that? Do you really think the tax officers at the tax bureau are just for show?"

A dozen secret agents gathered outside the gate, none of whom had received their pay yet, and pushed their way in.

Taking someone’s money is like killing their parents.

They had been holding back their anger for a long time, and now it was on the verge of exploding.

The tax police behind Wan Ping were not to be outdone, and some even drew their pistols.

Seeing that a conflict was about to break out, Lynch stood between the two sides to separate them.

Lin Qi is the deputy captain of the sixth team, and his status is second only to Zhang Jiang.

The spies were a little frightened and stopped.

Lin Qi cupped his hands and said, "Director Wanke, today is Mr. Hu's wedding day. Can you please be flexible? As for the tax, we can collect it tomorrow. You see, it's almost dark."

Wan Ping didn't give Lin Qi any face at all, and looked embarrassed: "Brother, I want it too, but so many departments are waiting for this money. Now is the period of suppressing rebellion. If we are not careful, there will be a big chaos. When that happens, Wan can't bear the responsibility."

The threat is very obvious.

Lin Qi pondered for a moment and spoke again: "In that case, I will take you to see Mr. Hu."

Wan Ping stood still, his eyes fixed on the box.

To go, or not to go?

Wan Ping quickly came up with an answer: "First, load these dollars into the car. As for the rest, I'll go see Mr. Hu."

The spies at the door started to riot again, shouting for Wan Ping to get out!

Lin Qi stopped them: "Shut up, I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong!"

Then he turned to Wan Ping and said, "You can take Dayang with you."

Wan Ping showed a smug expression.

You have to know that behind the tax department is Mr. Song, one of the top wealthy families in the Republic of China.

After the two boxes were loaded onto the tax police's truck, Wan Ping set his sights on the wooden door of the living room.

Lynch felt a little angry inside.

Are you here to collect taxes or to confiscate property?

Yu Bing got angry and rushed over, almost knocking Wan Ping to the ground.

Fortunately, Zhao Zhi intervened in time and managed to support Wan Ping.

Wan Ping was furious and was about to explode when he heard a tax officer outside shouting, "Who is so wicked as to dare to puncture my tire?"

Wan Ping looked at the spies who were on the verge of exploding, his expression changing several times. Finally, reason overcame greed, and he bowed slightly to Lin Qi: "Captain Lao Lin will lead the way."

Lin Qi nodded, walked out of the courtyard without saying a word, and stopped a rickshaw without paying any attention to Wan Ping. He said lightly: "Go to Nanyang Road."

The driver drove the cart away without any hesitation.

Wan Ping was secretly resentful and had to stop a rickshaw and hurriedly catch up. As for the tax police, most of them stayed behind and four ran behind the rickshaw.

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As soon as Zhao Zhi saw that the plague god had left, he immediately arranged for several people to harass the tax police's truck, and another dozen people took the opportunity to move the silver box in the living room.

On Nanyang Road, Hu Zhenhua had a pleasant conversation with Deputy Station Manager Wang Zongqing.

Fifty thousand dollars can melt not only spies but also icebergs.

The meeting was held in a joyful and peaceful atmosphere. Deputy Station Chief Wang kindly inquired about Lao Hu's injuries and asked him to have more rest. He also offered his sincere blessings to Lao Hu on his wedding.

Hu Zhenhua walked out of the office, complaining in his heart: Fifty thousand dollars in exchange for less than ten sentences. The ancients said that a word was worth a thousand gold, but it was probably just like this.

"Where should we go next?"

Director Ye?

Forget it, the status is too high and I can’t reach it.

Ma Weiyuan?

It seems that he is not at the station.

While he was in a daze, a secretary came to Lao Hu.

"follow me!"

This guy was wearing a Zhongshan suit, had his hair combed neatly, and was thin. He gave Lao Hu a sinister feeling.

After many twists and turns, Lao Hu was taken to a not-so-big office.

The secretary closed the door and quietly left.

When Lao Hu saw the bald man behind the chair, he stood up straight and saluted.

"Meet the Director!"

Director Wang smiled warmly and said, "Sit down!"

And he personally served Lao Hu a cup of tea.

Old Hu was flattered and stood up quickly.

"Sit down and order whatever you want!"

Only now did Hu Zhenhua get a clearer idea of ​​the office's layout: "It faces south and is simply furnished with a desk, a few filing cabinets, and three sofas."

There is a desk lamp, telephone, pen holder and documents on the desk.

Hu Zhenhua respectfully took the teacup and held it in his hands.

"How are the wedding preparations going?"

"I plan to invite my brothers to have a simple meal."

"Oh, why didn't I get an invitation?"

Hu Zhenhua really didn't know how to answer. This was a life-threatening question.

He suddenly realized his mistake: People may not come, but you cannot not invite them!

Hu Zhenhua quickly stood up and said, "In fact, it would be a great honor for me if the Director could come and support me. You work day and night for the country, and you are busy with important matters. Even if I have selfish motives, I dare not disturb you!"

"Sit, sit"

Lao Hu sat down again.

Director Wang seemed very satisfied with Lao Hu's attitude. He took out a gift box from the drawer and handed it to Lao Hu personally: "This is your wedding gift. Let me see what you think."

"Thank you, Director!"

Lao Hu opened it and found a pair of couple watches inside. He didn’t know what brand they were, but the workmanship looked very fine.

Absolutely good stuff!

Hu Zhenhua thanked him again.

Director Wang sat down on the sofa next to Lao Hu and lowered his voice: "Your suggestion has been approved, codenamed 'Spark'!"

"No more than five people knew about this operation."

Hu Zhenhua stood up again: "Thank you for your trust, Director! However, I dare not take credit for it! This plan was only possible because of the courage of you and the Bureau Chief!"

Director Wang gestured for Lao Hu to sit down and spoke again: "What do you think about the US?"

Hu Zhenhua knew that his several contacts with James could not escape the eyes of Director Wang.

Director Wang must be given a reasonable explanation for this matter.

Hu Zhenhua leaned forward and lowered his voice. "I've had several encounters with the military attaché at the US Consulate. We first met by chance, and then, while drunk, I heard James mention the atomic bomb. I boasted that I knew about it, too, and that polar bears were also researching it and were almost there."

Hu Zhenhua looked at Director Wang eagerly, and seeing that he was still smiling, he continued, "Who knew that James believed it? Around 5: today, he came to my house to ask about it. I made up an excuse to put him off. Who knew that he would come back to me again at o'clock, at the Yipinxiang shop next door."

"After indirect questioning, I learned that if a war breaks out, the US will not intervene. So I boasted again."

Director Wang saw Lao Hu stop and asked, "What is it?"

"I said I knew the number of atomic bombs they had in stockpile, less than 300. And, the polar bears would detonate the bombs within a few months."

Director Wang was amused and thought to himself that Old Hu was confused.

It's just bragging, true and false. Now that he has been so specific about the time and quantity, he must have messed up.

"Will the United States believe it?"

"They're offering 10 million dollars for information about polar bears, 10 million dollars for me to know how many they have in stock."

"what!"

Director Wang accidentally knocked over the teacup, and the water spilled all over the floor.

He suddenly stood up and paced back and forth in the room, looking thoughtful, as if he was thinking about something.

About a quarter of an hour later, Director Wang suddenly sat down next to Lao Hu and asked anxiously, "What happened next?"

"How could I possibly know that information? I explained that I heard it from someone at a drinking party. I figured they would come looking for you or the Chief."

Director Wang fell into deep thought again, but this time for a short time.

"You've created a huge problem for the bureau!"

Hu Zhenhua quickly stood up, with a sincere attitude.

"I have been acting in an unclear manner, please punish me, Director!"

"Sit, sit. You're also considering the bureau, and your intentions are good. Let's forget about it this time!"

"Thank you, Director, for your generosity!"

Hu Zhenhua's brain was working at full speed, and he cursed the director inwardly for being shameless: I clearly gave you a chance to bargain with Jimla, and you took it!

what!

The heart is as black as charcoal.

Director Wang's thinking is much clearer than Hu Zhenhua's.

"Xiao Hu, you better be careful. Jimla might resort to despicable tactics in the future."

Hu Zhenhua was also worried about this.

"Director, what can I do? How about I go and hide in the south?"

"Don't be afraid. Even though you've been kicked out, the Bureau of Secrets is still your home. If anyone dares to cause trouble, just come to the Magic City Station for help!"

"Thank you, Director!"

Hu Zhenhua's heart was filled with disappointment. He wanted to take the opportunity to escape from the Magic City, but Director Wang would not allow it.

It seems that I have to maintain a good relationship with the bureau and take advantage of the power of others!

After a moment, Hu Zhenhua noticed and whispered, "Director, during my conversation with Jimla, I felt that they seemed to be planning to use nuclear bombs on polar bears. What do you think, is this a good or bad thing for us?"

Director Wang suddenly grabbed Lao Hu's arm and said, "Tell me in detail."

Hu Zhenhua frowned, trying to recall. "I can't remember the details clearly, but I still remember one thing: Jimla said that only they could build an atomic bomb, and no one else was allowed to. Whoever built one would be bombed!"

"Are you sure it was Jimla who said that?"

"it's him."

Hu Zhenhua was very curious about Jimla's identity and asked, "Director, what does Jimla do?"

"He's in charge of Far Eastern intelligence."

This was a completely subconscious answer.

Director Wang returned to his desk, picked up a pen and began to write.

Hu Zhenhua was at a loss as to what to do, not knowing whether to leave or stay. He felt like he was redundant.

Director Wang did this for half an hour.

The table was covered with straw paper.

Director Wang Da also uttered mumblings from time to time.

If someone else were here, they might not understand, but Lao Hu is an exception.

Director Wang was deducing the possibility of the outbreak of World War III.

He has access to a vast amount of information, including the situation of garrisons in various countries, geopolitics, local customs, characteristics of various ethnic groups, strength comparisons, and so on.

"Flashing point..."

Director Wang's voice was intermittent. A huge world map was laid out.

Hu Zhenhua took a quick look and found that the map was very detailed, with various transportation routes and major cities marked.

Old Hu noticed a detail: Director Wang's gaze stayed on the Bangzi Peninsula for a while, and finally moved away.

His gaze continued to move and stopped at the map of Europe, as if he had won a country.

As a soul born seventy or eighty years later, Lao Hu is very clear about the development trajectory of the world, while Director Wang, as a contemporary person, is also keenly aware of the two places that are capable of changing the world pattern.

Don't underestimate the people of the world!

Old Hu was in a daze when he suddenly noticed someone approaching. He looked up and exclaimed, "Director!"

"sit!"

"Please give me instructions!"

"I have nothing to instruct you. Go ahead."

Lao Hu stood up, saluted, and turned around. When he reached the door, he stopped and asked, "What if Jimla comes to me again?"

Director Wang was stunned. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "This is your personal behavior and has nothing to do with the Bureau of Secrets!"

With a wave of his hand, he drove Hu Zhenhua away.