Hosokawa Ryousuke was shocked. This was the first time that Haru Seiichi, who was usually pleasant-looking, had refuted him so harshly in front of others.
He knew that this spring Shengyi was dissatisfied with him.
In Japan, the concept of hierarchy is a survival principle engraved in everyone's bones, and no one dares to cross it.
This spring Sheng Yi was always kind to him because of the reputation of Tu Fei Yuan behind him, and he knew this very well.
His exclusion and suppression of his peers and his rough beatings and scoldings of his subordinates did not go beyond the bottom line of grade differences. As long as it did not affect the overall situation, Jin Chun Shengyi would not be too harsh on him, but would instead regard it as a balancing method to control his subordinates.
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However, if he dares to be disrespectful to Jin Chun Shengyi, then he has touched the bottom line. Even if Jin Chun Shengyi takes advantage of the situation and dismisses him, it will be frivolous, and there is nothing to say about the rich man behind him.
Therefore, he had no choice but to lower his head unwillingly and show his obedience to Jin Chun Shengyi.
Otomo Ichiro saw all this and was extremely satisfied.
Hum hum, you are a reckless man who only knows how to use knives and guns. When it comes to strategies, you are no better than a pig.
However, he remained silent and said slowly: "Please think about it, what has the Secret Service Shanghai District done the most in the past year?"
"What else can there be? Isn't it just spying on our intelligence? Why don't you even think about it?" Now it was Hosokawa Ryosuke's turn to be disdainful.
Miyashita Yuta was thoughtful. Of course he knew that the secret service mainly focused on spying on Japan's military intelligence, but from a practical perspective, they had many actions that were not just for intelligence.
Thinking of this, he frowned and said: "Most of the operations of the Secret Service recently have been assassinations, and many of the assassination targets are pro-Japanese Chinese." But when he said this, he seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes gradually brightened.
stand up.
Otomo Ichiro glanced at Ikaharu Seiichi, who was still showing no emotion, clapped his hands and smiled: "This is the opportunity I mentioned. I found that in addition to spying on intelligence, the main function of the Secret Service is to severely punish pro-Japanese elements. Whether it is
In Shanghai or Hangzhou, in the past year, several informants installed by us, as well as celebrities who showed goodwill to the empire, have been assassinated."
"Since even some insignificant pro-Japanese elements have been assassinated, what will be their attitude towards the traitors within them?"
Having said this, even Hosokawa Ryosuke, who was regarded as stupid as a pig by Otomo Ichiro, also came to his senses.
Yes, judging from the methods of the Secret Service, what they hate most are the pro-Japanese Chinese and the internal personnel who surrendered and rebelled.
From this point of view, Gao Changfu, who seemed to have lost his use value, has become a delicious bait again.
Sooner or later, the Chinese will send assassins to assassinate Gao Changfu. As long as they are carefully arranged, it may be another very good trapping opportunity.
After thinking about this clearly, Hosokawa Ryosuke was a little annoyed. Why didn't he think of this?
Could it be that I am really as...a bit stupid as this hateful Otomo Ichiro said?
This spring, Moriichi ignored Hosokawa Ryosuke, who was already doubting his life, but said to Otomo Ichiro approvingly: "Otomo-kun is indeed the think tank of my special high school, and he immediately proposed this very feasible plan."
Having said this, he looked around at the crowd and said: "Otomo-kun will be solely responsible for this matter. Elite personnel from the action team and intelligence team will be mobilized to form a special team, with Otomo-kun as the team leader."
Having said this, he stared at Ryosuke Hosokawa and said: "Hosokawa-kun must cooperate fully and hand over Gao Changfu to Otomo-kun today without delay."
Hosokawa Ryosuke knew that there was no room for recovery, so he could only bow and nod: "Hey!"
Jin Chun Shengyi turned to look at Miyashita Yuta and said: "For information about the Nanjing Party Headquarters Training Corps and the commander named Zhou Wen, you must keep in touch with the North China side at all times and report to me immediately as soon as there is any new situation."
"Hey!"
"Then, gentlemen, for the great cause of the empire and for His Majesty the Emperor, let us all work together!"
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
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In the evening of the same day as the secret meeting of the Super High School, in a private room called Hongyun Tea House in the French Concession, a tall man in a long gown was sitting alone at the tea table with his legs crossed and drinking tea.
while reading a newspaper.
At several tables not far from this private room, guests dressed in different costumes were sitting. Everyone was just talking about which street was blocked by today's heavy rain and which store was flooded.
topics like that.
The bustling lobby shows that this teahouse is doing pretty good business today.
Only the shopkeeper of this teahouse was a little surprised.
Usually during this dinner time, the teahouse business is at its slowest. Although the teahouse also provides some snacks and pastries, they can't be eaten as meals, right?
But the surprise only flashed through his heart. It was of course a happy thing to still have business at this time. For this reason, he also specially asked Dr. Tea to ask the guests at each table if they needed to eat, even if the tea house
If you can't do it, you can also ask the salesperson to sell it nearby.
It's just that he didn't know that these guests really came at this time. Because there were few other guests, it was convenient for the guests sitting outside to clearly observe the surrounding environment and better protect the one sitting in the private room.
Men in long shirts.
From this point of view, the man sitting in the elegant room must have a somewhat noble status.
This person was Weng Minghui, the district chief of the Shanghai District of the Secret Service (the Shanghai District was changed to Shanghai Station only after the establishment of military unification in 1937), codenamed "Boss", that Japan's Shanghai Special High School never forgot and wanted to quickly eliminate.
The people sitting outside are naturally some agents from the Shanghai District, responsible for protecting the safety of the district chief.
While the guests at several tables were chatting in low voices, another middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit came up from the stairs. After he came up, he glanced at a man at one of the tables incomprehensibly, but he saw that the man had the same attitude.
Wei Kecha nodded, and the man in Chinese tunic suit turned around, opened the door, and entered the private room.
In the private room, Weng Minghui's eyes showed joy when he saw someone coming in. He stood up, stretched out his hand and said, "Chen Qiang, long time no see."
But the man in Chinese tunic suit stood at attention and saluted: "Report to the district chief, Chen Qiang, a humble official, has come to report."
After he finished speaking, he stepped forward and held Weng Minghui's hand.
It turned out that this person was Chen Qiang, the leader of the Shanghai District Operations Team of the Secret Service.
"You! There are no outsiders here. When we old classmates meet, we don't need to be too polite."
Chen Qiang chuckled and said, "Brother Minghui, etiquette cannot be discarded. Besides, you are my direct superior. I have to set an example for my brothers, right?"
It can be seen that these two people are really classmates, or they are classmates who have a relatively good relationship.
