Canteen System Assistance Notes

"Shen Hui, tell me, isn't this Shancheng government too bullying?"

"Ah? Yes, yes... This is really a complete distortion of right and wrong. It's full of nonsense."

Shen Hui sat at the corner of the table, a bit distracted. His mind was full of his "logarithm calculation homework," "Probability Theory and Mathematical Statistics," and tomorrow's "Mechanical Drawing" class, but his hands and eyes unconsciously darted to his trouser pocket—where he found a pack of cigarettes, a perfectly ordinary pack of "Workers, Peasants, and Soldiers."

There is nothing wrong with the cigarettes, the problem is that there is a string of coded words written on the inside of the cigarette box.

"If this nonsense can shoot down the Japanese planes, then if all of us in this room brag together, we can shoot down all the invading Japanese planes!" The atmosphere was lively, and the roasted buns, roasted leeks and roasted mutton fat provided by the cafeteria were fragrant and delicious. The classmates did not notice Shen Hui's slight abnormality, and began to mock the preserved fruits while eating their midnight snack.

For them, since they still had classes tomorrow morning, it would be better for them to finish their meal early and get back to bed before the dormitory door was closed, so that they could have a late-night chat. But Shen Hui was not so relaxed.

He chewed the mutton fat in his mouth, thinking about the contents on the cigarette box. It was a codeword written according to a special rule, representing instructions from the higher-ups. But it had been almost two years, and he had almost forgotten the rules he had been taught in the military-controlled police academy. Fortunately, the cigarette box was only a small area, and the information contained was not much, nothing more than the time and place, and the code to identify each other when they met.

However, Shen Hui "thought it over again and again", "considered it many times" and "weighed the pros and cons", and ultimately did not go to the contact.

What a joke! Do you think it was easy for me to become a student cadre in the Anti-Japanese University? I had to evade countless interrogations by the Eighth Route Army and fight countless thrilling battles with the Eighth Route Army secret police to survive until now without being exposed.

Whenever Shen Hui thinks of the "difficult hiding" during this period, he will be moved by his own greatness and sacrifice.

Ever since his direct superior, Youcha, disappeared, he had believed himself exposed and was in a state of panic. However, thanks to his flawless performance, the Eighth Route Army failed to pin the blame on Shen Hui and instead placed him in an advanced course for further training.

In order to "further paralyze the Communist bandits", and to perform his role and character well, Shen Hui has been at the forefront of various activities. He not only studied Marxist-Leninist books seriously, deeply criticized the reactionary nature of the Chiang Kai-shek group at study meetings, but also worked hard to study overtime and exceeded the requirements for advanced mathematics courses in the Advanced Research Class of the Anti-Japanese Military and Political University - this was a nightmare for a traditional intellectual who dropped out of Fudan University - but Shen Hui finally survived and achieved good results.

Then, after asking for his personal wishes and loudly promising "I am a brick in the organization, so I will move wherever there is a need", he was assigned to the relevant research group of industrial production.

Start studying engineering knowledge hard.

Mechanical drawing, engineering mechanics, machining technology... the rigors of engineering, new to him, left this former liberal arts student feeling dizzy and dazed. To maintain his image, Shen Hui was forced to work overtime, burning the midnight oil to study and ask questions, putting in many times more effort and sweat than the average person. In the end, his grades were surprisingly good, and his diligence, recognized by everyone, earned him election as a student leader.

Such a high status, in the current Fushi Military Control, I should be the only one, right? Such a noble latent resource, naturally, cannot be used by ordinary death squads.

-Usually, it is wasted on those boring little tasks!

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I think the higher-ups will understand all this!

This was what Shen Hui had thought when he first received the contact letter. He then tore up the cigarette box and threw it into the trash. But now, the cigarette box had reappeared. It appeared in a corner of the Anti-Japanese University campus, weighed down by three stones, just as before.

But unlike the last time, this time, there was a charred hole in the cigarette box, as if it had been pierced by a burning cigarette, and it had just burned the head of one of the "workers, peasants, and soldiers." This looked like the work of a bored smoker, but to Shen Hui, it was a direct death threat:

Have you betrayed the Party and the country? If you dare not come to the meeting again, I will kill you!

Chapter 358: Spy Shadow (10) Skin Skynet

"Oh, I'm a little full, so I'm going to take a walk around the playground. You guys go back to the dormitory first!"

Despite all his thoughts and curses, the final blow was a blank. Under such a threat to his life, Shen Hui finally decided to go and meet him, as he knew the methods of the Military Control Commission.

He said hello to his classmates and made up a random excuse to slip away. After that, he found a chance when no one was paying attention, climbed over the wall in a corner of the campus, and slipped into the night of Fushi.

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From a spy's perspective, Shen was clearly a capable individual. After defecting from a peripheral organization within the Communist Party, he was not only able to quickly and effortlessly switch roles, ruthlessly luring and killing former colleagues and sabotaging other peripheral organizations, but he also effectively played the role of a sleeper, earning the organization's trust by demonstrating his work prowess.

But this spy clearly lacked the stubbornness and tenacity of a true Military Control Commission agent. Afraid of pain, torture, and death, he was vulnerable to any harsh measures. "Sir, are you here to buy oil?"

The meeting place was not far from the school, next to a leafless, crooked jujube tree. As Shen Hui approached, he heard a sinister voice emerge from the darkness, accompanied by a crisp "click." "Yes, please cut me half a pot."

Damn it, is it really necessary to pull out a gun right away? Shen Hui broke out in a sweat, resisting the urge to turn around and run, and answered in code, "Cut one point more, one point less, I don't want it."

Silence, silence, only the whistling wind and the darkness under the blackout. The other party did not reply, nor did he make any movement, but it was obvious that there was a gun pointed at him.

Shen Hui didn't dare to breathe, but he pretended to be calm and composed.

A calm look.

It must not be the Border Security Department, it must not be the Border Security Department...Finally, a man's bald head emerged from the darkness.

It was a very ordinary, very common face, with deep wrinkles and slight weight loss common to ordinary people at that time. The man took out a flashlight covered with a black cloth.

He flashed across Shen Hui's face and said, "Little guy,

You actually still remember to come to the meeting. Last time, why did you receive the signal but not come to the meeting?" He pointed at himself, "Me, 'Water Monkey', you, 'Silent Bird'."

"Last time, we had a large class and everyone drew a part to draw. I drew a little yellow duck, but it was so hard to draw. I had to work on it after class."

What a cheesy code name… Shen Hui casually remarked, bringing up the story of a hapless classmate. Seeing that the contact wasn't holding a gun, but a large metal door bolt, he immediately gained courage. "I've never been late for homework before. If I'm late for class all of a sudden, I'll be suspected."

Oh my, our Mr. Silent Bird is going to be a model student on the Communist side!" The contact person said, "What a bullshit job map! I think you have been drugged by the Communists and lost your soul, and lost your loyalty to the party and the country! I will keep a close eye on you from now on, don't try to play tricks on you!"

"Where have you climbed to now? Who is the highest-ranking Communist Party member you have met?"

Perhaps after considering all the pieces he had at his disposal, Water Monkey finally calmed down and asked, "How are the assassination preparations going?"

"No, the Communist Party's top brass are hiding in caves on Phoenix Mountain. There are three layers of caves inside and outside. To get in, you have to pass three checkpoints and have a special ivory ID card.

"Shen Hui immediately replied that he must first free himself from this deadly situation.

"I'm just a student leader now, how can I go to Phoenix Mountain? It's impossible no matter how I think about it. I can't do it."

"Useless... Never mind. How many subordinates do you have?"

Offline? I'm lucky I can protect myself. Shen Hui cursed inwardly, but replied: "Not many, only two." "Is it reliable?"

"Of course," he said with confidence, "the 0 downline members are naturally extremely reliable. They are all people who are dissatisfied with the Communist bandits." "That's not bad. I haven't let the boss down."

"Water Monkey" finally smiled a little. He took out a small bag from his waist and threw it to Shen Hui. "Here is your funding. It has not been replenished for a long time. No wonder you can't carry out your work."

He issued new orders: "Our network in Fushe and the border areas has been severely damaged. Now, assassination work must be done, but it is not the top priority." The contact person pointed to a large suitcase placed next to the tree roots. "You will remain hidden for now, but you must set this up!"

"This is?"

"Of course it's the radio station. As a student leader, is it a problem for you to cover up a radio station?"

"No, no," "This is simply going to make me commit suicide!" Shen Hui wailed in his heart, how can I bring such a big guy back to the dormitory? "The Communist Party has a monitoring station here."

If I were to set up a radio station out of the blue, wouldn't it be like turning on a searchlight in the middle of the night?

How obvious?"

"What are you afraid of? Haojing Station and Hanzhong Station haven't intercepted many telegrams in recent years. The Communist Party may change their codes frequently, but when it comes to radio monitoring, they are no match for us!"

"This radio is an advanced German product, battery-powered, with a mini antenna, and can adjust three frequencies to send multiple messages. You're a college student, and you have two subordinates, so how can you not take care of this? Are you just doing nothing when you're down there?" Shui Houzi was obviously very confident, "If there's any information to send, just call the Fox Den between 11 and 12 every night.

"You must work hard. If you have achievements, your superiors will definitely take notice. Then women, money, and promotions will be just around the corner."

In the dark night, the mountain wind howled as the two Military Intelligence Bureau agents finally completed their rendezvous and finalized their hidden agenda. "Water Monkey" and "Silent Bird" each departed, preparing to return to their original lives, continuing to disguise and conceal themselves according to their respective identities.

Everything seemed oblivious, unnoticed. The surging black current seemed to be gathering energy in the shadows of Fushi, waiting for its moment to erupt, unleashing devastating destruction. Unbeknownst to these two, not far away, in Phoenix Mountain, inside a building clad in optical camouflage, four or five people were chatting in front of a television screen covering a wall.

"Isn't this person a newly hired worker at the Fushe Sanitation Station? It seems like..."

"From the excrement removal team, responsible for promoting public defecation and urination, and cleaning public toilets and septic tanks," one of them reminded. "Oh, so we'll do it tomorrow?" The border guard gestured as if he were picking up a cat. "Catch him?"

"Why bother? He's just a liaison officer at best, a small fish. Why don't we let them set up the radio? It's such a big box, so handle it with care. It must be a spy radio inside. We can play the long game and catch the big fish. Then we can have the Urban Construction Departments of Hanzhong District and Haojing District do some direction finding and find their main radio station."

"Okay. So, will Shen Hui continue to monitor us?"

"Well, this bait can be reused, which is quite useful. Isn't it because of this that we temporarily postponed the capture of Kou... Hey? Wait a minute, why didn't Shen Hui take the road back to Kangda?"

Someone in the monitoring room stared wide-eyed at a corner of the screen, then turned serious. "Quick, rotate camera Bingshen 16... Damn it, he's in a blind spot! Over there, 20 meters north of Kangda Alley, which camera can see it?" The room erupted in chaos, and soon someone gave the correct answer:

"Dingxi 07! It's a fog-penetrating spherical head, colorful, but the viewing range is only 100 meters! Forget it, adjust the 'Sky Eye 02'!" "Okay!"

Someone cranked a joystick, someone else quickly clicked on a computer keyboard, and soon, a hemispherical device suspended beneath the treetops, glowing faintly red, and a large device mounted on the observation platform, equipped with a night vision laser array, began to rotate.

As the motor rotated and the focus adjusted, two images were split from the center of the screen and projected onto the central projection. One image was a noisy color video, while the other was a grayscale view, as if filmed from a distance and superimposed through optical zoom and digital magnification. But both images were crystal clear, and one could even see Shen Hui's eyes glowing.

In the camera, this good student of Fushe Anti-Japanese University was carrying the boss's suitcase and walking quickly.

"Where is he going?"

Someone turned to look at the map on the wall, a look of disbelief on their face. "Oh, he's going to... the Political Security Department of the Anti-Japanese Military and Political University? Huh? What's he going to do there?"

Chapter 359: Spy Shadow (11) Overheard

When the power of Yan Laoxi, the local tyrant of Shanxi Province, dissipated, most of the death columns of the new Shanxi Army, under the leadership of Bo Shucun and others, joined the Anti-Japanese National United Front led by the Communist Party of China; most of the old Shanxi Army fled to Tang Keqin's troops and became part of the National Army.

In addition, some people went to the Japanese-controlled areas and became Japanese puppet troops such as the Xingya Huang Army. Among them, the Yan Army's intelligence system, the Yan faction spies who once operated in Jinyang City, were also incorporated into the Japanese army and became a puppet intelligence agency.

Three former Yan clique spies, now agents of the puppet intelligence bureau, were busy outside the city of Nanzheng. They wore coarse work clothes, two of them carrying a wooden box, while one walked ahead, walking along the dirt road in the cold wind. (As a reminder, the place name has been changed: Nanzheng is now Shaanxi.)

"Boss, can't we call a rickshaw? This box is so heavy, damn, my shoulders are about to break under it."

"Nonsense!" the leader cursed, but he was afraid his voice would attract attention. "Nominally, we're farmhands now. I'm the electrician, and you two are porters, installing radios for customers. How can a laborer afford a rickshaw? It's good enough if you can just take us to town with a cart!"

That made sense; manual laborers wouldn't ride rickshaws to haul goods. However, for these Shanxi Province spies, accustomed to bullying and abusing their power, carrying goods in the November cold was a bit of a struggle. However, the leader was always a man of his word. As soon as he finished his lecture, he offered a word of encouragement: "Brothers, once we finish this order, I'll treat you to a meal at the Dongguan Street restaurant."

As a master of egg dancing and balancing, Yan Baichuan's rule in Shanxi Province was host to a myriad of bizarre organizations, including the "Mountain Iron Blood Corps," the "Enemy Work Commando," and the "Shanxi Spiritual Association." He even had three specialized espionage systems: the Special Police and Security Division of the Pacification Office, the Political and Security Division of the Military Construction Committee, and the Staff Training Corps. These myriad and overlapping organizations formed the foundation of Yan's reign of terror in Shanxi Province, bringing untold suffering to its people.

If we think in a normal way, the Japanese devils who took over all this would definitely follow this system, and even refer to the method of the puppet Manchukuo, at the lowest cost.

To maintain the most oppressive rule over the people of Jin Province and squeeze the most

War dividends. However, there's something a little "abnormal" about Yukiyuki Shirai, the current head of Japan's North China intelligence system.

"We must remember that the Lady is watching our performance."

"I know, I know." The two assistants kept nodding their heads, obviously they were afraid of the "Taijun" mentioned by the leader.

The lady was good at conducting "performance appraisals". She had a list from top to bottom, listing many key points for adding and subtracting points.

Those who only know how to squeeze oil to collect debts, oppress the people and impose levies on them will not score high points. Only those who can collect taxes in a steady and sustainable manner can be considered to have some points. Only those who can actually produce effective intelligence will have performance points. Those who make up some groundless news and cause the Imperial Army to be dispatched in vain will be deducted points... According to the Bazhao Taijuns, if you want to become a glorious part of the East Asian Co-Prosperity Sphere, it is far from enough to just do some insignificant debt collection, suppression and surveillance. Instead, you must demonstrate sufficient value or level and gain recognition to become an honorary Imperial citizen who can eat the food of the Imperial Army.

At first, there were some who tried to cheat and defraud, taking advantage of the emperor's remoteness. But Grand Lord Shirai quickly dispatched numerous envoys from the Propaganda and Appeasement Squad to conduct surprise inspections. For example, in Nanzheng and Guanzhong, there was a envoy named "L" who was specifically responsible for inspecting each working group. These three former Yan army spies had seen envoy Y's methods, and many who tried to cheat and escape were caught and taken back to Shanxi Province and forced to work in the coal mines: working in such a place was practically a death sentence. New Era, New Shareholders - Chapter 263 https://kdocs.cn/l/cncaGCrHYhAD

Thinking of this, the team leader and the two porters couldn't help but straighten their chests, quicken their pace, and walk towards their destination.

"You're so slow! Why are you just arriving now?"

The customer was a suburban mansion. The doorman, with a stern face and aloof airs, berated them, "My young master is waiting impatiently. If he's unhappy, with the power of our Chen family, you can forget about doing business in Nanzheng!"

Damn it, another guy who takes advantage of the power of others to bully others. If you were in the "Taijun"'s place, she would have dragged you to dig coal! Everyone in the special agent team cursed in their hearts, but they couldn't get angry, so they could only smile.

"I'm so sorry, sir. I ran into a long convoy of vehicles from the headquarters on the way. The soldiers blocked the road, so the three of us brothers had to take a long detour before we finally got here."

The leader, familiar with the situation, began to lie. He bowed, then shook the servant's hand and apologized. "Master, we three brothers have done this all for your best. This radio is so precious, it can't withstand any knocks or bruises. If those soldiers break it, how will I explain it to you?"

"Hmph... Never mind. Seeing that you guys have a good attitude... Come in."

The servant touched the extra small roll of banknotes in his hand and quickly changed his attitude. In the first half of this year, after the Second Army moved here from Sichuan Province, there were many arrogant and domineering military masters in Nanzheng City. If you encounter one, ordinary merchants really don't dare to offend them. He opened the side door and called a few more people over.

"Just go straight in here, go around the house over there, and there's the wing room at the back. You can install the radio that the young master ordered in the second study from the left." He put on his last bit of airs, "You have to be careful and install it properly - come, you guys lead the way and keep a close eye on them, don't let anything go wrong with the radio that the young master ordered!"

"Hmph, if the young master hadn't urged us, we have plenty of people who can use electricity, so why would we need you..."

"Hey, hey, master, don't worry. This Japanese stuff is still very strong." The team leader waved his hand and called the two laborers behind him to start working quickly. "Brothers! Quickly bring in the young master's Hua No. 3!"

Compared to the "No. 11" radios that the Japanese were dumping throughout North China, the "Huabei No. 3" had better internal components and a wooden casing, making it more suitable as a high-end appliance for offices or living rooms. Of course, it was also more expensive, costing a full 75 yen each.

Not every family could afford this. The wealthy families who could afford "North China No. 3" were often influential in Nanzheng. Such families either owned thousands of acres of fertile land and held extensive local influence, or held prominent positions in the imperial court, possessing a deep network of connections. The seemingly wealthy "Chen family" had clung to the Military Control Commission, donating their own estate to serve as a base for its "Han Training Class," a special technical training unit.

After the KMT's Gaojing Station was disabled, the "Han Training Class" briefly evacuated south, only to be relocated again with the arrival of Chiang Kai-shek's direct forces. This repeated back-and-forth was a series of events. Perhaps some information leaked during this time, and the powerful L "Taijun" managed to smuggle Japanese goods into the Guanzhong and Nanzheng regions through the North China Development Corporation, gaining access to the KMT's procurement channel for the reconstruction of the spy training center and inserting her own agents into the process.

The key is the "North China No. 3".

Three former Yan clique spies unloaded the radio they were carrying and carefully placed it on a high table. With a thousand servants watching, the team leader, dressed as an electrician, pulled out needle-nose pliers and cloth-wrapped wire, plugged in the radio, and attached the antenna. He meticulously secured the wires to the wall with cable ties, running them all the way to the power box outside the wall. He also helped adjust the antenna for optimal reception.

After all, as a station for gathering and forwarding intelligence, a radio capable of listening to radio stations was essential equipment. The military commanders, known for their knack for violence, probably never imagined that this seemingly normal electrician and laborer duo would actually install a radio, but in fact a bug, into their own training camp!

"Master, it's done! It's absolutely perfect. You can rest assured that my craftsmanship is still reliable in Nanzheng."

The team leader put away the electrical tape, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and turned on the radio. A melodious Japanese music came out, a Japanese-style ditty and the standard pronunciation of North China Mandarin filled the room - this was the Japanese radio station in Peking.

"This Japanese radio is good, but the frequency has been locked by those Japanese." He pretended to be very enthusiastic and instructed the servant, "If you want to listen to other broadcasts, why not find a radio modifier to unlock the FM radio for you?"

"Can't you just adjust it for me?"

"Hey, sir, we're doing business in two places after all!" The team leader scratched his head, looking helpless. "These Japanese dealers are relying on us to listen to their radio. If I unlock it for you, and my boss finds out, it will be really hard to explain - my family depends on this for a living!"

Hey, the bug in "Huabei No. 3" was installed and hidden personally by an electrical expert hired by Madam "L." There's no way a bunch of you idiot electricians could find it!

The leader thought confidently that by then all the movements here would be

It will be transmitted back to the monitoring station along the wiretap line, leaving you with nothing to hide!

As expected, the servants knocked and looked around, but found nothing unusual. The three men were then taken by the Chen family servant to the accounting office to withdraw money, and then left Chenjiazhuang, half-driven and half-escorted. After the leader repeatedly confirmed that the stalking tail had turned around and left, the three former Yan clan spies couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, revealing expressions of relief.

L Taijun, our mission has been successfully completed!

After a joyful journey back to their hiding place in Puzhen, outside Nanzheng, the three Yan clique agents sent a telegram to their superior, the "Taijun," reporting on the progress of their mission. A few days later, a team of Japanese spies, specialized in bugging devices, arrived in Nanzheng and took over the task. They attached an amplifier circuit to the bug hidden in "North China No. 3," connected it to monitoring headphones, and began preparing to eavesdrop on every move within the Military Control Commission's training class.

According to previous intelligence, the so-called "Young Master's Study" should be the office of a leader in the Chinese training class, and there must be a lot of important information inside. The Japanese monitor turned on the wiretap circuit, prepared a pen and manuscript paper, and began monitoring.