Espionage: Mastering the Ten Cruelest Tortures of the Military Intelligence Bureau from the Start

"Yes."

Xu Feng responded crisply and decisively.

He bowed slightly, and then went to make arrangements.

Chang'an was a prosperous city with a large population.

There are quite a few young women who have purchased high-end cheongsams and had the opportunity to meet high-ranking officials.

If we act rashly, the chances of making a wrong arrest are too high.

If the wrong person is arrested, it will alert the real Japanese spies, alerting them and disrupting the entire operation.

Secondly, young women who can afford high-end cheongsams nowadays are either rich or noble, and each of them has a good father.

Arresting one or two people by mistake is one thing, but arresting hundreds at once is something even the station chief, let alone Su Mingzhe, couldn't handle.

Therefore, the safest approach at present is primarily surveillance.

Only after Yan Yun searches and finds the cheongsam purchase records of the fabric store, can the buyers be screened, and finally the remaining suspects be arrested.

Of course, if any suspicious person exhibits any unusual behavior during surveillance, such as suddenly changing residences, destroying items, or frequently contacting unidentified individuals, then the arrest plan will be initiated ahead of schedule.

After explaining everything in an orderly manner, Su Mingzhe picked up the old-fashioned black telephone on the table and dialed Qian Kun's number.

"Dudu..."

After a somewhat annoying busy tone, the person on the other end finally answered the phone.

A slightly hoarse voice, tinged with wariness, came from the other end:

"Which one?"

"Xiao Wu, go to Huimin Hotel in fifteen minutes. I'll be waiting for you there."

Su Mingzhe's voice was deep and carried an unquestionable tone.

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

He then turned and walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, and found the casual clothes neatly arranged inside.

Su Mingzhe changed into casual clothes and then headed to Huimin Hotel.

Qian Kun, on the other end of the phone, has been like an ant on a hot pan these past few days.

A week ago, Su Mingzhe made a promise to him that if he could take control of the entire underground world of Jinhua District within three days, he would be qualified to serve Su Mingzhe.

At that time, Qian Kun thought this was a great opportunity for him to rise to prominence. He used all his skills and finally completed the task.

Unexpectedly, three days passed, and the summons he had been eagerly awaiting did not arrive.

Every minute and every second of waiting felt like torture, making him restless and unable to eat or sleep, so he could only smoke one cigarette after another.

Now that he had finally received Su Mingzhe's summons, Qian Kun was so excited that his face turned red.

He jumped up from his chair, quickly straightening his somewhat disheveled clothes, and then hailed a rickshaw to head to Huimin Hotel immediately.

Being used is not terrible; what is terrible is not even having any value to be used.

Before long, Qian Kun arrived at Huimin Hotel in a flurry of activity.

Just as I arrived at the restaurant entrance, I bumped right into Su Mingzhe.

Qian Kun's eyes lit up instantly, his excitement almost overflowing, but he still managed to suppress the joy that was about to burst forth from his heart.

Su Mingzhe, however, remained calm and composed, walking into Huimin Hotel as if he were just an ordinary friend coming to an appointment.

The two tacitly entered a quiet private room, where Su Mingzhe casually ordered a few signature dishes.

After the waiter wrote down the order and left, Su Mingzhe waved to signal the waiter to leave.

Su Mingzhe already knew that Qian Kun had successfully unified the underworld of Jinhua District, and he was quite satisfied with the man's efficiency.

So, he didn't bother beating around the bush and went straight to the point:

"Xiao Wu, do you know anything about the black market?"

This question was actually a rhetorical one for Su Mingzhe, since Gong Shouguo had already thoroughly investigated Qian Kun's background and explained everything to Su Mingzhe in detail.

When Su Mingzhe asked about the black market, Qian Kun was immediately delighted, as he had made his fortune in the black market.

Qian Kun immediately replied with a beaming smile:

"Section Chief Su, I have many friends in the black market. Whatever you want to do, I have the connections."

Su Mingzhe frowned and corrected his form of address:

"When you're out and about, call me Manager Su."

Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the door.

The waiter came in and brought out the dishes Su Mingzhe had ordered, one by one, and said respectfully:

"Sir, please enjoy your meal."

He then left the private room, closing the door behind him.

Su Mingzhe picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of fish, and put it in his mouth.

This restaurant is fairly authentic, and the taste is quite good.

There were a few too few seasonings, and the fish soup wasn't a pure milky white.

It should be one spoonful of Carnation evaporated milk.

Qian Kun sat quietly to the side, not daring to touch his chopsticks without Su Mingzhe's order, and just watched silently.

After Su Mingzhe finished serving the food, he glanced at Qian Kun and then said slowly:

"I need a lot of sulfonamides, as well as weapons and ammunition. Can you get these?"

This is a gift question.

As he spoke, Su Mingzhe held chopsticks in his right hand, while his left hand was casually placed on his right chest.

If Qian Kun refuses, or even hesitates for the slightest, Su Mingzhe will act without hesitation.

In the Military Intelligence Investigation Department, killing doesn't need a reason; just accuse someone of espionage, since Su Mingzhe has a mouth to talk to.

When Qian Kun heard that Su Mingzhe wanted these two valuable items, he was taken aback at first, then lowered his voice and said:

"Manager Su, I have connections for both of these products, but as for the price... you know, sulfonamides are more valuable than gold these days."

As Qian Kun spoke, he secretly observed Su Mingzhe's expression. His voice grew softer and softer towards the end, as he was worried that Su Mingzhe might not be able to come up with that much money.

"money is not a problem."

Su Mingzhe spoke in a flat tone.

Upon hearing this reply, Qian Kun's tense expression immediately relaxed, and he said in a relaxed tone:

"Then none of this is a problem."

"By the way, Manager Su, how much do you want for your goods?"

"Fifty thousand yuan."

Upon hearing this number, Qian Kun was somewhat taken aback; Section Chief Su was indeed very generous.

"No problem, but it will take a week to process."

Seeing the somewhat doubtful look in Su Mingzhe's eyes, Qian Kun continued:

“I know the quartermaster of the Chang’an Garrison Command.”

Hearing this, Su Mingzhe nodded in satisfaction.

This kid is a real talent.

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I'd like to ask for your opinions, since the protagonist will be going to Shanghai to carry out an infiltration plan after the full-scale war starts. Do you prefer a no-female-lead or a single-female-lead?

If there's no female lead, the protagonist goes on a solo adventure. If there is a female lead, the Kuomintang gives him a fake wife to facilitate his infiltration, and then he goes on a solo adventure.

(Even if there is a female lead, there won't be much romance. It's mainly for the sake of facilitating infiltration. The female lead is more like a teammate of the protagonist than a decorative figure. Whether or not there is a female lead, it won't affect the outline.)