Zuo Shaoqing laughed happily, "Don't you care what I think? However," she thought seriously, "I feel that you can indeed be considered a good person. Really, at least for now."
Yu Zhidao laughed heartily. He was obviously very satisfied with this evaluation. He said: "It's okay, it's okay. I won't mention the past. Let's just talk about the present."
They sat at the table, drinking wine slowly and chatting slowly. Zuo Shaoqing felt that this Yu Zhidao had an evil side, but he also had a good side, and he was a very complicated person.
Late at night, Yu Zhidao stood up and said: "It's very late, you should go to bed early." He walked to the door, opened the door, and inadvertently turned back and said: "Remember, at noon the day after tomorrow, you will be the last person to go to bed."
Come back early."
Zuo Shaoqing looked at him with some confusion and said nothing.
Yu Zhidao said casually: "Chen Yintang told me yesterday that his family would take this boat to bring him some clothes. As soon as his family arrives, I will prepare to sail."
Yu Zhidao looked at Zuo Shaoqing calmly, nodded to her, then left, closing the door behind him.
Zuo Shaoqing sat alone at the table. She took out the cigarette in her pocket, lit one, and took a deep breath.
These few words Yu Zhidao said before leaving were like lightning, illuminating the undercurrent that had been surging in her heart. These days, these invisible undercurrents had been disturbing her, making her deeply uneasy.
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The CCP delegation was going to attend the Asian-African Conference in Jakarta, this was what Zeng Shaowu told her. However, Taiwan’s Secretariat attached great importance to this conference and even asked her to conduct in-depth research on the conference. So, what did they want to do?
?She knew very clearly that there was absolutely nothing good behind this! This was a.
Secondly, Chen Yintang is a senior official of Taiwan's National Security Bureau. Asking his family to bring him clothes? What a joke! Does he still need his family to bring him clothes? She understood that Yu Zhidao was implicitly reminding her that he hoped that she
clear.
Zuo Shaoqing understood that Yu Zhidao had interests related to Chen Yintang, and it was really inconvenient for him to remind her clearly. But he knew that she would definitely understand. But what did Chen Yintang mean? Is the person who brought him clothes important? Or should he bring him the clothes?
Is his stuff important?
Zuo Shaoqing was smoking a cigarette at this time and still couldn't figure out what was going on behind this. On the other hand, if Taiwan wanted to take any action against the CCP delegation, how could she remind herself? She couldn't find a way!
It seems that the last time she warned Feng Dun, she had no effect. The people who ran from the mainland still ended up in Taiwan. Feng Dun's "Chinese Communist Party background", in her eyes, was still a mess at this time.
Misty. Or could she get some clues from Ye Gongjin? She was completely unsure about this. Can a person who was relegated to the cold palace get any information from him?
Zuo Shaoqing tossed and turned all night, not sleeping well and still not thinking through the doubts in her heart. She got up early and washed her face with cold water to make herself more awake.
At around nine o'clock in the morning, the "Sichuan" blew its whistle and slowly sailed into the busy Keelung Port. As soon as the ship docked, Yu Zhidao and Yang Zhi began to get busy, handling various procedures and handovers with the port administration and cargo owners.
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Zuo Shaoqing did not disturb them anymore, just waved to them and walked down the gangway.
She hailed a taxi outside the port, negotiated the price with the driver, and then got in the car and drove to Taipei.
It's not that far from Keelung to Taipei. But the road condition is not good and the taxi bumps along the dilapidated asphalt road.
Zuo Shaoqing was sitting in a bumpy taxi, with anxiety still surging in her heart like a tide. She thought about it again and again, but she could not think of what action the Taipei Secrecy Bureau would take against the CCP delegation.
An hour and a half later, Zuo Shaoqing arrived in Taipei. She did not go home, but first went to the Ministry of National Defense Secret Service on the north bank of Tamsui River estuary. She entered the gate and walked back. In the northwest corner, a red tree was hidden in a forest.
The building is the Intelligence Research Institute. This is where she used to work.
She first went to the office of the director of the Second Intelligence Office. She explained to the bald director wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that she came back by boat and just wanted to check some reference materials in the office.
The director of the second office with the rank of major general was about to retire, and he no longer cared about the general work in the office. But at this time, he walked out from behind the desk with a smile and walked up to Zuo Shaoqing.
He said: "Shaoqing, I have read the research report you wrote on the Asian-African Conference. I tell you that this report has received attention from above. I hope you will continue to work hard and write such a weighty report again."
Zuo Shaoqing saluted him and said, "Thank you for your encouragement, sir. Then, I will go to the reference room."
Zuo Shaoqing did not see any special expression on the face of the office director. She could tell that he did not seem to have any important information and did not fully understand her work situation. But he said that her research report
She had received attention from above, which surprised her. She tried hard to recall the contents of the report. She could not think of any content in it that would attract the attention from above. She was vaguely aware that her report had unexpectedly touched the "higher-ups".
A certain nerve. But what is it? She still doesn't know.
After that, she went to the data room to look through recent briefings, hoping to find some clues.
The reference room is a very huge room, surrounded by tall file shelves, filled with files and folders that can be consulted at will. But the important information is not here, but in the room behind a long counter. The reference room
There are more than a dozen reading tables in the middle. Three or four intelligence officers sit behind the tables to check information.
As soon as the young lieutenant female document clerk at the counter saw Zuo Shaoqing, she immediately said: "Sir Zuo, I have some circulating documents here. The other officers have read them, but you haven't read them yet. Do you want to read them now?"
Zuo Shaoqing said: "Bring it here and let me take a look."
The female document clerk placed a thick folder and a "circulation signature sheet" in front of her. Zuo Shaoqing glanced at the signature sheet, signed his name on the back, and returned it to the document clerk.
Zuo Shaoqing sat at the table and opened the folder, flipping through it quickly. There was actually nothing to read in it. She saw that several research reports on the mainland's economic situation that she had written in Hong Kong had been printed and distributed. She paid attention.
Take a look at the excerpts in front of each research report. These excerpts often indicate the key points that the reviewers pay attention to. This is what Zuo Shaoqing especially wants to see. But these research reports are not what she wants to see.
She now wants to find the research report on the Asia-Africa Conference that she wrote a week ago. It seems that this research report has attracted the attention of "above". Then, the previous "excerpt" may give her some clues. However,
She looked through the folder, but did not find the research report on the Asian-African Conference.
She took the folder, walked to the counter, and asked the female information clerk. She said: "Second Lieutenant, a week ago, I wrote a research report on the Asian-African Conference and reported it to the bureau. Have you seen it?"
The female data clerk immediately straightened her body and said, "Yes, sir, I saw it. There is this report."
Zuo Shaoqing said: "Why is it not in this folder?"
The data clerk looked at her and immediately said: "Sir, it's like this. The research report on the Asian-African Conference has been classified and is classified as 'confidential'. Your reading permission is 'secret', so you can't read it."
Zuo Shaoqing laughed "ha" and said, "That's a report I wrote. Why can't I read it?"
The female information clerk blinked her eyes and laughed herself, "I can't explain this...this...anyway. Anyway, this...this is a rule. I can only do it according to the rules. I'm sorry, sir.
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Zuo Shaoqing and the information clerk both had awkward smiles on their faces and looked at each other.
Zuo Shaoqing waved his hand, "Forget it, I won't watch it then. If there is anything else I can watch, give it to me."
The second lieutenant document clerk immediately took out three thicker folders from under the counter and placed them on the counter. "Sir, you can see these. If you still want to see them, I can find more for you."
On this day, Zuo Shaoqing was sitting in the data room, looking through countless folders. But she could not find any content that could solve her doubts. She still had the simplest judgment in her mind. She wrote about the Asian-African Conference.
The research report may have inadvertently touched the prohibition of the top management of the Secrecy Bureau. But what this prohibition was, she could not figure out.
While she was looking through the information, she was also trying to recall the main contents of the research report, especially the last three conclusions. But she could not think of any point that was prohibited by the top brass of the Bureau of Secrecy.
When it was almost time to get off work, Zuo Shaoqing left the reference room. She had no choice but to leave, as there were no other readers in the reference room. She took a taxi back to the Military Village and went directly to Ye Gongjin's residence.
In the evening, the military dependents' village has a unique scene. I am used to seeing the high-rise buildings in Hong Kong, but it is even more shabby and dirty. The yellow mud smeared on the bamboo fence wall has cracked and peeled off piece by piece. It was once golden.
The thatch roof has turned gray and black. The dirt road in the middle of the village has been crushed by wheels, and sewage accumulates in the ruts. A smelly ditch flows by the roadside, and there are putrid garbage scattered in and outside the ditch.
As soon as the officers in uniforms returned home, they changed into old clothes and were busy cooking or washing clothes with their wives and children in front of their homes. The children were running in the muddy water, screaming.
Zuo Shaoqing walked up the steps outside Ye Gongjin's door, opened the door silently, and looked into the room.
Ye Gongjin was wearing an old man's shirt and a pair of baggy pajamas and was cooking in the kitchen. He turned his head and looked at Zuo Shaoqing standing at the door with some surprise and some confusion.
He slowly put down the aluminum basin in his hand and asked, "Have you eaten?"
