The Kaiyue Billiards Club near the Yamato Cigarette Shop on Furong Road is a two-story palace-style building.
Billiards in the Northern Territory is not an entertainment game that can be enjoyed by street gangsters in bad streets like Donghai in roadside shops.
In the Northern Territory, billiards clubs are only open to the middle class and above. Unlike in the East China Sea, rich people have billiards clubs, and street gangsters also have billiards stalls like food stalls where they can play.
Membership of Kaiyue Billiards Club costs 100 yuan a year, which is equivalent to the annual income of an ordinary citizen's family.
If you are not a member, you can also rent a private room temporarily. The fee is 10 yuan and there is no time limit. Of course, you can only stay there for one day at most.
Lu Ming is now in a private room on the second floor. From the window, you can see the main entrance of the Yamato Smokehouse.
Big and small fruit were playing billiards there, and they were very happy.
Next to the phone, stood a beautiful girl, No. 2, the confidential secretary who followed Director Zhang today. She was now wearing casual clothes, a dark purple skirt, black stockings and high heels.
Beside the box door, stood four capable young men in black uniforms and caps.
In the Yamato opium den, the operation has begun and an internal search has begun.
In front of the gate of the opium den, there was a row of more than a dozen soldiers in green uniforms with loaded guns and ammunition, and they all wore steel helmets.
Under the steps, there were several military trucks parked under green sheds.
The Secret Bureau is originally a military unit, and it is normal for the action team to wear military uniforms when conducting large-scale operations.
From a distance, there were many people watching the fun.
There was a gentle knock on the door of the private room. The young man wearing a peaked cap looked out through the peephole and turned around and said: "Seater, this is Manager Ding."
Ding No. 2's face immediately showed helplessness. He glanced at Lu Ming uneasily and whispered: "I'm sorry, sir. I'll send him away. My father..."
Lu Ming waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, just invite him over. I just want someone to chat with."
"Yes..." When Ding No. 2 turned around, there was a trace of anger on his beautiful face. He hated his father for not knowing the depth and the general outline, and that he might get into big trouble.
But there is even more uneasiness between the brows, which is extremely worrying for the father. This is probably the contradiction of being a child.
When guard captain Chang Lei selected this place as a temporary resting place and observation point for the bureau, No. 2 Ding reported that the Kaiyue Billiards Club was opened by her cousin's family, and her father worked here as the deputy lobby manager.
It was just a job to make a living. Many relatives of my cousin's family worked here. Her family was far away from each other, and her father's status was very low.
These information should have been filled in carefully when she was examined, but now she hastily and proactively reported them.
If she didn't tell him, Lu Ming really didn't know, and he hadn't seen the files of several confidential secretaries.
Over there, No. 2 Ding opened the door, and a middle-aged man with a smile on his face appeared at the door, holding a plate of snacks.
"Wanjun, your officer is here, right? I'm here to give you some snacks, specially chosen for free..." The middle-aged man is Ding No. 2's father, Manager Ding. He smiles and shows his yellow teeth, obviously...
Old smoker.
Lu Ming heard the name "Wanjun" came up. Yes, the number 2 was Ding Wanjun, the same name as a concubine of Chen Rongfu. And that "Wanjun" did a good job in the Chengjiaji Town Hall. After the Sujiaji Office completed its historical mission, she stayed
She went to the town office and was appointed as the deputy mayor. Although it must be related to her family background. Her family background, having lived at No. 7 Hongta Road, means that she is directly related to her. But other than that, I think she does have some real stuff. After all,
She has been working hard to change her destiny since she was a child bride. Being a child bride made her mother-in-law coax her into sending her to school. No one else is too thoughtful.
Now, here comes Ding Wanjun. Also, in families with little culture in this world, when they have to give their girls cultural names, there are usually only a few, and "Wanjun" is one of them.
Ding Wanjun has already led his father over.
"Ah, sir, I don't know what to call you..." Ding Wanjun's father handed the snack tray to Ding Wanjun, took two quick steps, and stretched out his hands.
Ding Wanjun subconsciously took the snack tray, but she didn't expect her father to do this at all. She was startled, "Dad..." She wanted to tell her father to stop talking, but how could she yell in front of the boss?
After Lu Ming was slightly startled, he stood up with a smile and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Ding Wanjun's father, "My surname is Zhang, and my name is Commissioner Zhang."
Ding Wanjun's father was visibly trembling. He might have almost sat down in fear, completely frozen there. The smile on his face froze, the corners of his mouth were twitching, and the pupils in his eyes were full of fear.
Lu Ming was helpless, am I so scary?
He glanced at Ding Wanjun and said with a smile: "Xiao Ding, it seems that you are very disciplined, not bad." This was really unexpected.
One of the confidentiality regulations of the Security Bureau is that no bureau affairs can be disclosed to family members, including the work content of the bureau, who are the bosses and subordinates, etc.
Of course, I also know that there should be very few people who can truly strictly abide by this discipline.
However, Ding Wanjun and others have just been recruited after a lot of reviews, so they are definitely cautious and can't compare with the old fritters.
"Come, sit down." Lu Ming let go of Ding Wanjun's father's hand and pointed to the sofa.
Ding Wanjun's father's legs were trembling, "I, I,..."
Lu Ming was helpless, maybe because of Chen Rongfu's relationship. Originally, the director of the Secrecy Bureau had always been the devil that the children of Nanping did not dare to cry at night. He was of the same line, and with his remaining power, the outside world did quickly learn a lot about him.
Rumor has it that Chen Rongfu was killed and his whole family was taken over, and all his wives and concubines were buried alive. Thousands of his subordinates built mass graves and so on. Those who killed big demons like Chen Rongfu were of course even bigger demons.
Moreover, like Chen Rongfu, he does not allow his photos to be released to the outside world. He has never met reporters, and the images have never appeared in newspapers.
Chen Rongfu has been in Nanping for decades, and some photos have been circulated, making him even more mysterious.
"I'm not that scary, am I?" Lu Ming smiled, "It seems that I have to reflect on myself."
"Boss, my father has never seen the world..." Ding Wanjun's face was also a little panicked. She was afraid that her father's gaffe would offend her boss, who had always been unsmiling but made people fearful. When he saw a smile on his face,
He was even more frightened.
Ding Wanjun's father over there finally recovered and sat down tremblingly. His legs were so weak that he couldn't stand anymore.
"You, I didn't know it was you..." His voice was also trembling.
Lu Ming waved his hand, "Manager Ding, do you hang the Japanese flag in your store?"
"Oh, no." Ding Wanjun's father shook his head.
"Why? Are we not afraid of the Yamato gang here?" Lu Ming asked with a smile.
"Yes! My cousin knows Director Liu's cousin, Mr. Liu, who is also a member of the club."
Lu Ming nodded. From a businessman's perspective, being able to have a close relationship with the police chief is an incredible relationship.
"But many times it is better to do less than to do more. Hanging a flag is not a big deal," Lu Ming smiled.
"Originally, yes, it seems that my cousin is also planning to hang up in a few days." Ding Wanjun's father answered honestly.
During the questions and answers, he gradually calmed down and became less frightened.
Lu Ming asked him about the situation in the club again, and they started chatting all over the place.
During this period, Lu Ming asked his name, but it was called Ding Mocun, and he couldn't help but shake his head.
"You, you are so young?" Ding Mocun was really brave and suddenly said this.
Lu Ming smiled and said nothing.
"Wanjun, she has been strong since she was a child and is very smart. Unfortunately, I can't give her anything. Bureau, I feel relieved that you have nurtured her. We are really smoking from our ancestral graves." Ding Mocun laughed along with her.
Lu Ming also smiled: "Yes, for such a beautiful girl, and there is no soldier in her family, it is very interesting to go to a military academy, and her grades are not bad."
When Ding Mocun heard this super big shot praising his daughter, the flattering smile on his face grew wider, "Yes, I..."
Then, his foot was lightly kicked by Ding Wanjun, "Dad..." the voice was very soft.
"Look at how confused I am! You are so busy, then, then I'll leave..." Ding Mocun glanced at his daughter, woke up, and got up in a hurry.
Lu Ming smiled and said: "It's okay, I like chatting with people about everyday things and gaining knowledge."
"No, no! I'm resigning!" Ding Mocun bowed deeply and respectfully.
Lu Ming nodded, "Okay, then you go and do your work. If you have time, you are welcome to visit my bureau."
Ding Mocun trembled and hurriedly smiled and said: "Yes, yes."
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Lu Ming said, "Oh, I see you smoke, take this pack of cigarettes." He picked up the Camel cigarettes on the coffee table and threw them away.
It was given as a gift in a 10-yuan wallet. Camel cigarettes are considered one of the most high-end cigarette brands. They cost two or three cents in the East China Sea, but in the Northern Territory the price is several times higher. If sold in a high-end club, they can be sold for 1 yuan.
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The world is so strange. The income in the northern region is very low. Except for local products from farmers, the prices of ordinary daily necessities are not very low. And the price of industrial consumer goods transported from the south is much higher than in the south.
For example, TV sets can be sold for 1,000 yuan to 2,000 yuan, and non-rich people cannot afford them.
Of course, there are only four TV stations in provincial cities.
Over there, Ding Mocun subconsciously took the cigarette thrown in front of him, and immediately smiled so hard that he couldn't close his mouth. He nodded and bowed, "Thank you, Mr. Bureau, thank you, Mr. Bureau!" He turned around, bowed, and walked out.
Lu Ming glanced at Ding Wanjun next to him, and suddenly asked: "There was a report letter on my desk this morning, reporting that Yao Keli brought a small camera on duty and secretly photographed documents. Was it written by you? Oh, to be precise, it was
You typed it on a typewriter, right?"
Ding Wanjun's face turned pale and she was in a panic and didn't know how to answer. Lu Ming smiled and said, "You're right. You guys, please keep an eye on them for me."
"I, I don't want to either, but if I don't report it, I feel uneasy." Ding Wanjun lowered her head and whispered.
Lu Ming nodded: "You did the right thing."
I sighed inwardly, working in a confidential system in such troubled times, maybe human nature will gradually become distorted. No one can trust it, and very covert means will be used to exclude each other. The boss will also encourage colleagues to monitor each other and expose each other.
It was a great experience to be there myself. I had a personal experience of the work of the Military Intelligence Section, and I also had many ideas for improving system loopholes.
In troubled times, one's own goals and intelligence work are often the key factors that determine success or failure.
