"Mr. Zhou." In the study, Minglou bowed and saluted Zhou Fohai, who was sitting behind his desk, and said respectfully.
Opposite me, Zhou Fohai just glanced at him, then returned his gaze to the newspaper in his hand, and said slowly: "I knew you would come to me, sit down!"
"yes!"
However, as soon as he sat down, the sharp-eyed Minglou discovered that the newspaper in Zhou Fohai's hand turned out to be "Xinhua Daily"!
You must know that it was the organ of the Red Party. It was first published in Hankou and was later forced to move to Chongqing to continue publishing. It was a prohibited publication that was absolutely not allowed to appear in the concessions, let alone in the occupied areas.
But now that newspaper has appeared openly in the hands of Zhou Fohai. Is it possible...that some comrades have unfortunately fallen into the hands of the enemy?
Perhaps sensing the strange look in Minglou's eyes, Zhou Fohai said with a smile: "I almost forgot, you came from Chongqing with us, so you naturally know the origin of this newspaper. In that case, you might as well take a guess,
Where did this newspaper come from?”
"My subordinates believe that this newspaper was either searched from the possession of an anti-Japanese element; or...or someone was ordered to bring it back from there."
As soon as these words came out, Zhou Fohai immediately gave him an appreciative look, "Do you know why I pushed you to the position of deputy director against all the opinions? It's because of your excellent analysis and accurate judgment.
And judging from your behavior after returning to Shanghai, I didn't misjudge the person, which makes me very happy."
"Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for your cultivation! Minglou should do his best to repay Mr. Zhou's kindness in knowing, finding, and promoting."
"Okay, there is no need for you and me to be so polite." Having said this, Zhou Fohai paused for a moment, and then brought the topic back to the newspaper, "You are right, this newspaper is indeed
I specially sent people to get it back from Chongqing. As the saying goes, 'Know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger'! It says that with the expansion of the war situation, the extension of the front line and the long-term war consumption, the Japanese army's financial, material and military resources have been exhausted.
It has been consumed so much that it is no longer able to launch a large-scale strategic attack. I deeply believe this, so I will firmly hold the financial power in my hands, because for a long time to come, the economy will...
This is where the fate of the new government and even the Japanese people lies! Do you understand what I mean?"
"My subordinates understand! Only by controlling the economy can we have enough bargaining chips and have more say in front of the Japanese."
"Not bad! So, now you should understand why I secretly ordered the assassin to be shot, right?"
"It's... in order to intensify the conflict between Chongqing, No. 76 and the Japanese, cause chaos, and then disturb Shanghai's financial market, and then strike hard to completely break the solidified pattern formed over many years, and then reshuffle the cards
?”
"Hehehe..." Hearing this, Zhou Fohai smiled happily, "You are just like a roundworm in my stomach!"
"My subordinates are scared! It's just..."
Zhou Fohai naturally knew what Minglou was worried about, so he put on a show of wisdom and comforted him: "Don't worry, I have already decided who will be responsible for this matter. Remember, everything belongs to him."
He made his own decision, and we were kept in the dark by him from beginning to end, so we had no idea, do you understand?"
"Understood! I just dare to ask, sir, if that person is..."
"That's right! It's the current director of the Secret Service Headquarters Committee, Ding Mocun!" Zhou Fohai said with a sneer.
Although expelling one of Ding and Li from the secret service headquarters was a plan he had made with Zhou Fohai before returning to Shanghai, he did not expect that Zhou Fohai would take action so quickly, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
Zhou Fohai put on a preaching look and said earnestly: "Remember, there is no seamless plan in this world, and there is no immutable plan. No matter how perfect the plan seems, as long as it cannot be flexibly changed and adjusted, That's a crappy plan, you know?"
"What you taught me, sir, is that Minglou understands."
Only then did Zhou Fohai nodded, "Well, that's good if you understand! Then I'll give you a hard trip. When you get there..."
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"A-Cheng, find a way to sell all the stocks at home immediately!" Minglou immediately ordered A-Cheng as soon as he returned to the car.
"all?"
"Yes, all of them! Leave no one behind!"
"What happened?"
“Shanghai’s financial market is going to be in an earthquake!”
"I got it, brother! I'll go find Lawyer Tian in a moment." Acheng said as he started the car, "Brother, where are we going now?"
"Go to No. 76!"
As soon as these words came out, Cheng couldn't help but be stunned, and then took a peek through the rearview mirror at Ming Lou sitting in the back seat.
"What are you looking at me for? Let's go!"
Ah Cheng then said "Oh" and drove the car out of Zhou's mansion...
It has to be said that Dingmo Village is worthy of being an old-school spy with high qualifications. Even though he has taken the top position in the secret service headquarters, he still has never relaxed his vigilance. Even eating and sleeping must be handled within No. 76 as much as possible. Li Shiqun, who also defected from the Central Unification Committee and was a high-profile public figure, were two extremes.
By the way, although Li Shiqun also has a bedroom in No. 76 like Ding Mo Village, he basically doesn't live there. Instead, he occupies a garden villa next to Zhou's mansion as his home base.
Therefore, even if it is a public holiday, he will definitely stay in No. 76.
Sure enough, Minglou found Ding Mocun in a lounge almost effortlessly.
"I knew that what was supposed to come would eventually come. Sit down, Sir Ming!" As soon as Ming Lou came in, Ding Mocun seemed to have guessed his purpose and greeted him politely to sit down.
"Director Ding, I won't say any more. What he said is: Director Ding is a decent person. If he is decent, you should make him decent. If he is not, you should help him be decent."
As Minglou spoke, he took out a confession and a pen from his bag. Finally, he took out a loaded pistol from his waist and silently placed it in front of Ding Mocun.
"Can I ask a question?" Ding Mocun held the pen in his hand and asked calmly.
"Of course, please ask Director Ding!"
"Whose idea was it? Mr. Zhou? The Japanese? Or Li Shiqun?"
"Is this important?"
"It's very important to me. I don't want to be a fool."
"Then I can only say sorry to you!"
"Understood!" Seeing that Minglou refused so simply, Ding Mocun no longer pressed. After signing his name on the confession, he grabbed the pistol, put it against his temple, and pulled it hard. The trigger...
