However, all the bad news came from the Technical Department and the Telecommunications Department. No matter whether they were working hard on steganography or deciphering codes, they made no progress at all and felt that they had reached a dead end.
The lack of results was completely expected. Originally, everyone just gave it a try. Since it was a secret order from the Chinese Communist Party, it could not be easily deciphered.
"Sir Lu, what do you think we should do next?" Weng Bailing wanted to seize this opportunity and catch a big fish.
Lu Ming was in a dilemma. He didn't want to come up with ideas, but he couldn't express any opinions. If he expressed his own opinions, he couldn't be too naive.
Lu Ming thought about it and decided to take the initiative to provide a method, so that he could at least take the initiative.
"Although we can't decipher the code now, we can confirm that this person is a traffic officer of the underground party. We actually have a head start." Lu Ming said.
"But we are at a standstill now. How can we dig out his contacts?" Weng Bailing looked at a stack of photos in his hand with a serious look on his face.
"Assuming that the traffic officer just arrived in Shanghai that day, our next step is to restore his trajectory. What did he do during this period from when he got off the bus in Shanghai to when he was hit by a car? Maybe the clues are hidden in his itinerary
Inside." Lu Ming continued to state.
"Restore his itinerary? Is this possible?" Weng Bailing thought this was simply a fantasy.
"The only stupid way is to push forward bit by bit. Maybe the ticket inspector can remember which train he left the station from. Based on his departure time, he can find taxi drivers and rickshaw pullers in the city to find out where he left the station.
After the station, where you got on the bus and where you got off, you can basically restore the itinerary he had during his lifetime," Lu Ming said.
"Okay, Commander Lu, this idea is fantastic. It's a great way to make something out of nothing." Director Four was the first to praise.
Zhao Yuanliang, director of the Fifth Division, also clapped his hands and praised it. This seemed to make things clearer.
Several section chiefs also applauded, and everyone wiped away their frowns and smiled on their faces.
"Vice President Huang, do you have any other opinions?" Weng Bailing narrowed his eyes and looked at Huang Yanning.
Huang Yanning omitted the process and said directly: "Leave this task to the Second Special Operations Brigade. I will be responsible for supervision and report the progress to the company at any time."
The main body of the Second Special Operations Brigade is the group of students who have just entered Fuxing Society. They are divided into three groups, and a deputy section chief is assigned from each place to serve as the group leader.
Lu Ming once hinted to Huang Yanning that he would strive to firmly control the Second Special Operations Brigade in his hands and report any expenses to him directly.
Huang Yanning bravely shouldered the heavy burden at this time, and Weng Bailing had nothing to say. He could not think of anyone else willing to take on this heavy work.
At this point, a consensus has been formed, and it seems that Weng Bailing no longer needs to make a decision, and he feels jealousy burning in his heart.
"Well, everyone agrees with Chief Lu's opinion, so let's do it. Vice President Huang, please start taking action." Weng Bailing said suppressing his emotions.
Weng Bailing knew that the more outstanding Lu Ming was, the higher his prestige would be, and it would be more difficult for him to deal with Lu Ming in the future.
But opportunities often come to those who are prepared. Lu Ming was fully mentally prepared for this matter, but Weng Bailing only thought about how to gain power, and his mind went astray.
After accepting the order, Huang Yanning went directly to the Special Operations Brigade, and the meeting was dissolved.
Lu Ming thought for a while and realized that the matter had reached this point and could not be delayed any longer. He immediately got up and returned to Wanguo Apartment and knocked on Mr. Dong's door.
"Is the name Li Fusheng familiar to you two?" Lu Ming said straight to the point.
"I'm not familiar with him. I've never heard of this person." Mr. Dong and An Yi both shook their heads. They had indeed never heard of this name.
"He was one of your people, but he was in a car accident and is now dead. However, his belongings fell into our hands. Now a fruit vendor recognized him and confirmed his identity. He is the person sent by your organization.
A traffic officer who comes to Shanghai to deliver orders."
Lu Ming explained the matter in detail. After listening to it, An Yi's face suddenly turned white.
This comrade must be the traffic officer sent by the superior, and he arrived in Shanghai on the same train as her, and they walked out of the platform together.
Mr. Dong naturally realized this.
"Can you get that letter for us?" Mr. Dong asked.
"I can give you the photo of the letter." After saying that, Lu Ming took out a stack of photos.
Among them are photos of the face of the deceased Li Fusheng, photos of his belongings, and of course the letter.
In fact, these are the same as those published in newspaper advertisements. What Mr. Dong and the others see now are just photos with higher definition.
Neither Mr. Dong nor An Yi said anything, and An Yi was even more suspicious, wondering if Lu Ming came to test them, or if he wanted to deceive them into getting the developer formula, but she really didn't know that yet.
"Then can you destroy this letter?" An Yi asked hurriedly, no longer caring about her identity as a fake wife.
"I'm afraid this can't be done. This letter is in the technical department. I have no reason to destroy it. However, it is basically impossible to decipher this letter, so you don't have to worry about leaking secrets." Lu Ming said.
"Without this letter, we won't be able to get in touch with the organization in Shanghai, which will delay things." Mr. Dong glanced at An Yi, which meant, you see, I have tried my best to help you.
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"I'm here to give you a warning. You should contact your comrades as soon as possible and ask them to be extra careful these days, stop all actions, and be in a state of silence. It would be best if they can temporarily withdraw from Shanghai." Lu Ming
said.
"What's the next step for the Fuxing Society? Is there going to be a big raid?" An asked uneasily.
"The Fuxing Society will start from the station, then the taxi drivers and rickshaw pullers, to find out the movement of this traffic man after entering Shanghai, and then conduct a dragnet search. They would rather catch a thousand by mistake than let one go. If
If there are your people in that area, it will be very dangerous."
Lu Ming told the place where Li Fusheng was finally hit by a car. Mr. Dong immediately understood that that was the main base of the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee, and the traffic officer went there to connect. Unfortunately, it was only ten meters away from the building.
He was knocked down a few steps away.
"I've said everything I need to say. You don't need to tell me what to do. I don't want to attack your people, but after all, I am in this position, and there are some things I can't help myself with." After Lu Ming finished speaking, he left.
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"What should we do? What can we do? Something big is going to happen." After Lu Ming left, Anyi suddenly panicked.
On the battlefield, she would not panic even if bullets flew past her, but today she panicked, with a layer of fine beads of sweat oozing out from her forehead.
For An Yi, personal safety is nothing, but now it is related to the safety of all comrades of the entire Shanghai Municipal Working Committee.
"Don't panic, I'll send out an emergency alarm right away. There's still time. Lu Ming came here today to get vaccinated. He will try his best to delay us." Mr. Dong said calmly.
"You still believe in him so much? Didn't you listen to what he said? These ideas came from him. He is dealing with us and wants to kill our comrades!" An Yi said excitedly.
"What kind of brain do you have? No matter how much he sympathizes with us, he still has to do what he has to do. After all, he is in that position, and people have made it clear. He can warn us first, and tell us what they are doing.
He said it without reservation because he wanted us to take the initiative." Mr. Dong was really angry.
"But...he just shouldn't give advice to the enemy." An Yi said stubbornly.
"If he doesn't come up with ideas, won't others be able to figure out how to deal with us? Are the Kuomintangs stupid pigs? If that's the case, why do we have to work so hard, and how can underground work be so cruel? Let me tell you, the Kuomintang people are working with us -
Just like Communists, some are capable people and some are smart and intelligent people." Mr. Dong's tone was somewhat reproachful.
"You are trying to embolden other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige. I reserve my own opinion on Lu Ming." An Yi defended.
"Lu Ming's brilliance lies precisely in this point. He first stated his own method, so that the Fuxing Society could only use his method, and then he told us this. If we still can't do our job well, then
You are a stupid pig and should go to hell!" Mr. Dong wished he could open Anyi's brain and see if there was paste inside.