Hanging on the wall is Tang Yin's "Returning to Thoughts on a Donkey", which depicts scenes of steep cliffs, winding roads, dangerous bridges, and lush trees.
Qian Ziming carefully admired this painting. He was skilled in painting techniques. He used a wet pen on the stone cracks and tree trunks, turning the big ax skin cracks into long water-filled cracks. They were delicate, smooth and free, showing Tang Yin's unique skills.
Pen style.
No matter which way you look at it, this should be Tang Yin's authentic work...
The boss Su Wen stood up from the recliner and said slowly: "I think about my home, where is my home?"
"There is a way home, but it is a long and winding road."
The two looked at each other and were shocked, confirming that the other person was the person they were looking for.
"I am Feng Yuan." Su Wen stretched out his hand and motioned Qian Ziming to sit down at the table and made a pot of tea.
Feng Yuan, the head of the Feng Group, the latent team of the Xinjing Intelligence Department, has been lurking in Xinjing for three years and has never made any mistakes. Under his leadership, the Feng Group continues to grow.
No one would have imagined that such a person could actually be the owner of an antique shop.
Usually he takes the initiative to contact others. If other people want to contact him, they have only one way, and that is to go to his shop to look at the paintings.
First look at the paintings on the counter. If they are usually copies, look at the first and fifth paintings, and then look at the original paintings hanging on the wall.
As long as there is a wrong step in the process, he will not contact the visitor. Even if the visitor gives a secret code, he will not pay attention.
The signal is accurate, and the code is used to confirm the identity. Once the identity of the person is confirmed, all members of the wind team must follow the instructions of the person coming.
"Dark Wolf."
Qian Ziming gave his code name, took a sip of tea and said: "I came to you this time for two purposes. First, can you send someone out? Second, has the Military Police Department changed its personnel?"
Su Wen took down the painting "Returning to Home on a Donkey" from the wall, put it on the table, handed Qian Ziming a magnifying glass and said: "It used to be okay, but it's impossible recently. The Japanese are too strict in checking."
"As for the Military Police Department, the former Minister Ishikutaro was deprived of his position due to intelligence leaks and sent back to Japan for trial. The new Minister is named Okubo Jiro, and it is said that he has an intelligence background."
"Okay, I'll come to you anytime if you need me."
When leaving, Qian Ziming said with some reluctance: "Boss, what you said is that some of the paintings are really good. If I hadn't brought enough money today, I would have bought them."
"see you next time."
After Qian Ziming left, Su Wen opened the note. There was only one sentence on it, which was that the Mid-Autumn Festival post, one of the three blessings, had appeared in the antique street.
Seeing this, Su Wen showed a wry smile. This task is not that simple.
The Mid-Autumn Festival Poster is said to be one of the inscriptions written by Wang Xianzhi. It has been kept in the palace and cannot be seen by outsiders.
It was not until after the fall of the Qing Dynasty that the Mid-Autumn Festival Tie appeared briefly, but was never heard from again. Many collectors of calligraphy and paintings want to see such a treasure passed down from generation to generation.
As soon as this news comes out, the antique street may be completely thrown into chaos. By then, the peaceful life that I have maintained for so long may also be broken.
When the Japanese imposed martial law, Su Wen knew that there must be a big trouble, so he stopped all actions according to his cautious temperament.
He also ordered the Feng Group to stop all operations, do their current job well, and wait until the news of the incident has passed before taking action again.
Especially a week ago, he went to the street to help the owner of Wansheng Store to get an antique. When he came back, he saw a group of Japanese military police escorting several people past him.
Fortunately, the clothes he wore were thick and his whole face was covered, so no one who was arrested found him.
The man's name was Cao Zhongyou, and he attended the special training class of Honggong Temple with him. After graduation, he was sent to Manchukuo to lurk, forming a lurking group called the Feng Group, which was directly led by Tang Zhengqi, the chief of the Intelligence Section.
Cao Zhongyou was assigned to the Tianjin Station of the Intelligence Department and served as the captain of the Tianjin Station Action Team. He was thoughtful and ruthless in his actions. It is said that the targets he targeted have never escaped.
But just such a person suddenly appeared on the streets of Xinjing and was arrested by the Japanese military police.
All this made Su Wen realize that something very important might have happened, and the arrest of his old classmate made him even more heartbroken.
However, he was not impulsive. Having been active in the enemy's base camp for so many years, he understood deeply that being impulsive at this time would have no effect except to get himself involved.
He believed that if someone in Cao Zhong was arrested, his superiors would not ignore it and would definitely send someone over, but he really didn't expect that the people sent over would do something like this.
Recalling the first question Dark Wolf asked, he suddenly understood. Whether it was Cao Zhongyou, the current people, or the Japanese, they were all looking for someone.
As for Dark Wolf and the others, they may have the whereabouts of this person...
After thinking about this, he understood that he had to act immediately, as the later the delay was, the more dangerous the person would be.
Leaving aside the news about the walk, on the other side, Qian Ziming returned to the hotel. The smell of alcohol on Luo Qiwei's body had completely dissipated. He was washing up and brushing his teeth while asking.
"How's it going? Did you find out more about it?"
"Captain, you guessed it right. The Military Police Department has changed its personnel. The new one is called Okubo Jiro. He is an intelligence officer. It is said that he is also a colonel."
"What did Feng Yuan say about sending people out?"
"There is no way. The investigation is too tight and it cannot be sent out at all. But captain, I have asked Feng Yuan to start doing what you asked me to say."
"That's good. By the way, how about Feng Yuan's copying skills?"
"It's very good, it can almost be fake."
"Let's do this. Send this thing to him and ask him to copy it within three days."
Qianzi opened the small box and was full of doubts. Why did this box suddenly appear when it arrived in Xinjing?
As if he could see Qian Ziming's little thoughts, Luo Qiwei said with a smile: "This is lent to me by a person named Guo. I have to return it after using it."
Qian Ziming nodded. He knew that the things inside were very valuable, so he put them away carefully...
After listening to the report from his subordinates, Fujino pondered for a moment and said to himself: "It seems that he really went here for the antiques."
"Okay." Fujinozheng waved his hand and said, "You don't need to follow me anymore. Call Xie Sang over and ask him to accompany Pan Jun and the others around tomorrow."
"Hiyi."
Just at this moment, the phone rang. He looked at it and hurriedly bowed his head and exited.
Fujino was picking up the phone. When he heard what the other person said, he immediately exclaimed: "What, is there any news about the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
He hurriedly hung up the phone and went to find President Kukuno. The appearance of the Mid-Autumn Festival post made his eyes a little red...
But this copybook cannot be eaten by him alone. In other words, in the entire Kukuno Club, only President Kukuno has the strength to eat this copybook...
