Just the next morning, when Ning Zhiheng arrived at Fujiwara Club, he had just sat down in the office. Yi Huaan knocked in and whispered to him: "President, during the contact time this morning, the headquarters sent an emergency telegram."

Ning Zhiheng heard this, just a change of thought, and could not help but smile bitterly and said, "It's not the matter of the drawings again, right?"

"You guessed it right!" Yi Huaan nodded and submitted a message to Ning Zhiheng. "The headquarters ordered the Intelligence Department to find these two drawings."

Ning Zhiheng took the message and checked it carefully. As he thought, the bureau chief explained clearly in the message and ordered the Shanghai Intelligence Department to keep a close eye on the Shanghai intelligence market. Once the drawings are found, they must be charged at any cost. At the same time, he also ordered the second intelligence team of the Shanghai Intelligence Department, that is, the Hong Kong Intelligence Team led by Chen Xiang, to do their best to search for the whereabouts of the drawings. It is of great importance and must not shirk responsibility!

Ning Zhiheng felt a headache after reading the telegram, and the situation became increasingly widening. Now these two drawings have stirred up the nerves in all aspects. It is conceivable that everyone's eyes are now focused on Hong Kong and Shanghai. It is estimated that the military power in these two places will be mobilized. It is a storm, and there will be a struggle openly and secretly.

Ning Zhiheng immediately drafted a telegram and asked Yi Huaan to notify the Hong Kong intelligence team to inquire about the drawings, especially paying attention to the actions of various forces.

Of course, he still hopes that the drawings will flow to the Shanghai intelligence market through various channels, so that even if the cost is huge, it can ensure that the drawings are obtained.

What he was most worried about now was that the drawings had fallen into the hands of a certain force at this time and disappeared from now on. Even if he tried his best, he would be powerless.

The next day, in the Shanghai Public Concession, a private club hall, which was a very secret place. Each table was filled with exquisite wine, and the air was filled with a faint smell of tobacco and alcohol. There were more than a dozen men and women in different dresses sitting everywhere. They were in groups of three or two, looking for their own partners and talking in a low voice.

These people are all top figures in the Shanghai intelligence market. They each have a large amount of intelligence resources and gather here for a routine gathering.

They have their own connections in the intelligence market, and only those whose strength and credibility are recognized by everyone are qualified to attend such gatherings.

At this time, opposite Huo Yueze, there was an old man in blue shirt sitting, with a short figure, a chubby face, and even his eyebrows were curved, slender eyes, and a friendly smile, and his face looked like a Maitreya Buddha. This person was Lao Kou, an intelligence dealer in South China.

Just as he looked helpless, he smiled apologized: "Old Chen, I'm really telling the truth. You've found the wrong person. Now the matter of this drawing has attracted attention from all parties, and my eyes are staring here. How dare I reach out to my old bone? I'm not swallowed by someone if I am accidentally."

Huo Yueze, who was named "Lao Chen", looked at Lao Kou with a smile on his face and said in a stressed tone: "Lao Kou, no matter what you say, I have to say hello in advance. If you can get the drawings later, you must first talk with us. You know our credibility and the price is easy to negotiate, and I will never bargain."

When Lao Kou heard this, he nodded repeatedly and said, "Don't worry, who doesn't know that you, Old Chen, is rich and powerful, and who can compare with you in this room? But I am in the coastal area and there is really no way. You should wait for Xiao Fengxian. Her methods are so clever. If there is a chance in this matter, she will be the only one."

Huo Yueze looked around and felt a little anxious. Yong Feng was often absent in previous gatherings, and this time he did not appear.

In fact, it was not only him, but also the others sitting there. Their eyes were swept towards the door intentionally or unintentionally, as if they were waiting for someone.

At this time, Ji Hongyi and a middle-aged man finished their conversation and walked towards this direction. Lao Kou quickly took the opportunity to say, "Okay, I'll write down your affairs. If there is any news, I will contact you."

After saying that, he stood up. At this time, Lucas, a German who had been waiting aside, saw that Lao Kou had finished talking, quickly waved his hand and invited Lao Kou to talk.

Old Kou couldn't help but shrugging. This time he became a hot commodity. He was pulled aside to talk whenever he met. It was probably a matter of drawings. Unfortunately, he really had no goods in his hands, otherwise it would have been a fortune!

Ji Hongyi came to Huo Yueze, sat in Lao Kou's seat just now, looked around and whispered: "I got a piece of news that the situation in North China is getting more and more tense, and the Red Party's army is frequently mobilized, and there is a very likely major action. The specific information is priced at 26,000 US dollars. Will we accept it?"

Huo Yueze looked up at a middle-aged man with beards not far away. When the middle-aged man saw Huo Yueze's gaze, he raised his glass to signal Huo Yueze. The two nodded.

Huo Yueze knew that this was Lao Hong, an intelligence dealer in North China. He was just talking to Ji Hongyi.

"Come! Everyone is willing to refuse. Now the situation in North China is about to break out. The Japanese have implemented cage tactics since the end of last year and attacked the Red Party's base. The Red Party will naturally not sit still and wait for death. It seems that there is a war to fight. We cannot miss such important information."

However, Huo Yueze was more concerned about the whereabouts of the drawings at this time, and then asked: "Does Lao Hong know anything about the drawings?"

Ji Hongyi shook his head, Huo Yueze was very disappointed, and he looked at Phillips and Anderson not far away, these two people were his focus.

At this time, the two people gathered together and whispered. At this moment, the door opened and a graceful young woman appeared at the door, and the room suddenly became quiet.

He had long black hair, tied a bun, and simply swayed with a white hairpin. He had a white and beautiful face, slender eyebrows as picturesque, and had outstanding appearance. This person was Yong Feng who everyone was anxiously waiting for.

As soon as she appeared, she attracted everyone's attention, especially Anderson and Huo Yueze stood up almost at the same time and went forward to greet him.

Huo Yueze took a few steps, and before Anderson, he came to Yong Feng, reached out to make a gesture of invitation, and smiled and said, "Miss Yong, I have been waiting for a long time, let's talk?"

Yong Feng smiled slightly and nodded. The "Old Chen" in front of him is a big financial supporter in the intelligence market. He has always been his old customer and dare not offend him easily. Now he takes the initiative to invite him, and of course he agrees happily.

Anderson, who was standing aside, looked at Huo Yueze's first, and his face couldn't help but look a little ugly, but the rules of the intelligence market have always been like this. Unless the deal between Huo Yueze and Yongfeng was completed, he could not forcefully intervene. He shook his head helplessly and had to retreat aside and wait for their conversation to end.

Yong Feng followed Huo Yueze to the seat, sat opposite each other, and asked straight to the point: "Miss Yong, I must have heard the news. I won't say anything else, it's about the drawings. If it's in your hands, I'll buy it at the highest price."

Upon hearing this, Yong Feng waved his hand and explained: "Old Chen, the drawings are definitely not in my hands, I can't take this hot potato."

Yong Feng had just arrived from Hong Kong, and now the British have detained all the Notting passenger ships, and they are almost blatantly searching them. Naturally, she knows the loss of the drawings.

Huo Yueze and Ji Hongyi immediately looked at each other, with disappointment in their eyes. Yong Feng was the person most likely to know the whereabouts of the drawings in this room. Now he denied it flatly, which made the two of them quite depressed.

At this moment, Yong Feng continued: "The whereabouts of the drawings are unknown, but I have already figured out some specific situations about this matter. Lao Chen, how about it? Are you still interested in talking about it?"

"Talk!" Huo Yueze nodded quickly.

The next day, Huo Yueze entered the city again and met Ning Zhiheng secretly to report the results of the gathering.

"I have figured it out. This time the British did it, but for some reason they didn't succeed!"

In Huo Yueze's narrative, the whole thing gradually became a clear context. It turned out that the technical exchanges between the Germans and the Japanese had long been seen by the British intelligence agencies. After investigations from multiple parties, their transportation channels were gradually mastered by the British. So when Naoto Yanagawa who was transporting the drawings boarded the ship at the French port, they were targeted by the British.

The Notting crossed the ocean thousands of miles and sailed on the sea for quite a while. During this period, Naoto Yanagawa soon met a white beauty. The two of them fought fiercely, which was of course intentional by the British intelligence department.

After contacting Naoto Yanagawa, although this beauty tried her best to search, she still couldn't find the information drawings they carried.

After all, Naoto Yanagawa is also an intelligence elite. He is still wary of such a dewy couple, and there is no omission in the areas that need to be guarded against.

Finally, the night before the Notting arrived in Hong Kong, the journey was about to end, and the British finally lost their patience. They directly attacked Naoto Yanagawa, but Naoto Yanagawa was also simply and died of poison when he was about to stop.

As a result, Naoto Yanagawa's three companions also noticed something was wrong. When they came to search, they found Naoto Yanagawa's body. All the property around him was lost, and nothing was left behind, so the drawings were naturally gone.

Of course, these three companions were so scared that they were scattered. Someone must have come to target the drawings. The operation to transport the information this time was top secret, so they naturally could not Zhang Yang. What's more, the situation on the Notting was unclear. They didn't know how many people were secretly spying on them, so they had to hold back for a while.

The captain of the Notting is worse than having more things. He said that Naoto Yanagawa committed suicide by taking poison himself, so he would not ask more questions.
Chapter completed!