Monday's regular meeting was in progress. Secretary Wang hurriedly walked in, handed a piece of letterhead to Qiao Muchai, and said, "Webmaster, the message I just received."
Qiao Mu just finished reading the letter, and his face gradually showed a happy look. He looked around at everyone and said, "This is the end of today's meeting. If anyone has anything to report, come to the stationmaster's office this afternoon to see me and let the meeting end!"
After saying this, he stood up and left the conference room.
Jiang Xinyu glanced at his watch. The meeting ended in less than twenty minutes. This has never happened before, which illustrates the importance of that telegram!
If the content of the message is related to Yanjin, even if it involves confidentiality, leaders like Feng Qingshan, Jiang Xinyu, and Zhou Junchen have the right to know.
What makes Jiang Xinyu most uneasy is whether it is a message sent from Yan'an by the "Iron Faced Buddha"? If the answer is yes, this situation must be sent out in time!
Although Feng Qingshan was conclusive, claiming that he had found an underground party traffic station and that he had arranged for people to monitor him secretly, Jiang Xinyu only half-believed these words.
Who would tell such an important secret to someone they doubt? This is obviously not very logical.
The question is, recently, intelligence agents have been seen from time to time near Yunhe North Street. Could it be that Zhuo Yuge Antique Shop has really been exposed?
Returning to the operations captain's room, Jiang Xinyu pondered for a long time and decided to inquire about Qiao Muchai's tone. Based on his level of trust in him, it should not arouse suspicion.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xinyu picked up the phone and dialed the number of the station manager's office. A busy beep came from the receiver. The other party should be on the phone.
A few minutes later, he dialed the number again, but the line was still busy!
Only then did Jiang Xinyu become alert. According to the time calculation, Qiao Mucai started making phone calls almost immediately after returning to the stationmaster's office.
If the message is important, this phone call must be related to it!
An hour later.
Monitoring group.
The two agents wore headphones on their heads and were monitoring the phone attentively. Jiang Xinyu opened the door and walked in, signaling them to continue working.
Not only Jiang Xinyu, Feng Qingshan, and Zhou Junchen also often come to the monitoring team, in the name of checking the work, to look through the monitoring records to see what new content there is.
Among the many ugly habits, no matter what the purpose is, prying into other people's secrets has always been a very attractive thing.
There was a monitoring record on the table. Jiang Xinyu picked it up and flipped through a few pages. On the latest page, there was a sentence: At 9:37, the station commander's office had a 17-minute call with the security headquarters. The content was unknown.
The webmaster room is an encrypted phone and cannot be monitored. It can only record the call time.
Security Command...
Jiang Xinyu felt strange in his heart. Could the message be related to combat? Otherwise, why did Qiao Mucai call the security headquarters in the first place?
"Try to write as neatly as possible, without consecutive strokes." Jiang Xinyu put the notebook on the table.
"yes!"
"yes!"
The two agents replied respectfully.
When Jiang Xinyu left the monitoring team, one of the agents complained and said: "I told you before, don't show off your bullshit literary talent, now you will be punished!"
"My writing is running script..." another agent defended in a low voice.
"It's okay, but stop it. If it's because of this, I'll transfer you to the field and let's see if you're okay!"
"..."
The working environment in the back office is comfortable, and you basically stay at the station. Unlike the field office where you are exposed to wind and rain every day, your life may be in danger if you are not careful.
…………
evening.
In front of the Zhuoyu Pavilion antique shop, there is a sign that accepts ancient coins. This is Wei Zhongwen's code for requesting a connection.
Jiang Xinyu parked the car across the street, got out of the car and walked into the bookstore on the roadside.
The bookstore was very quiet. Two female students wearing the uniforms of Yanjin Girls' High School were wandering among the bookshelves, whispering softly.
A young man said to his boss: "Excuse me, do you have any books by Nikolai Ostrovsky?"
The boss frowned and said, "No."
The young man said unwillingly: "He is from the Soviet Union and has written a book on how steel is made."
The boss said: "As I said, there are no books on steelmaking. You can look elsewhere."
"It's not a book on steelmaking, it's...forget it, I'll just look for it myself!" The young man walked to the middle of the bookshelf, sorted it into categories, and found the book he wanted.
Jiang Xinyu slowly came closer and said casually: "Little brother, the book you are talking about is a banned book. It is not available in the entire Yanjin City. I advise you not to read it. It will not do you any good."
The young man looked Jiang Xinyu up and down, his eyes wary, and said, "Who are you?"
"What do you think?" Jiang Xinyu said lightly.
The young man took two steps back and said, "You...are you a spy?"
Jiang Xinyu said coldly: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, just come with me!"
The young man's expression immediately changed, he turned around and hurried out of the bookstore.
The reason why Jiang Xinyu said this was because he was not sure about the origin of this young man. It was always good to test it out.
Jiang Xinyu has been to this bookstore several times and is considered a regular customer. The boss was not wary of him and sighed: "Young people today are too reckless. They go around asking for such banned books. If they are targeted by the spies,
How about him?"
Jiang Xinyu picked up a book, flipped through it, and said, "Boss, you are more reckless than that guy when you say such things!"
The boss smiled and said: "Everyone is promoting freedom of speech now. It's not illegal to talk about it, so just don't actually do it."
The two were chatting, and a customer came in from outside. He was in his thirties, wearing a double-breasted silk shirt, and his face was as pale as a piece of paper.
"Sir, I can recommend you what kind of books you need." The boss said diligently.
Silk shirt said in a muffled voice: "No, I just want to take a look."
"Okay, okay." The boss said politely.
Silk cloth shirt picked up a book and seemed to be reading it carefully. In fact, the corner of his eyes glanced at Jiang Xinyu intentionally or unintentionally.
Two girls passed behind him, murmured something under their breath, sat down on the bench with their books, and kept laughing while covering their mouths.
Jiang Xinyu glanced at it. No wonder the female students laughed. The book this guy was reading was actually a book on women's menstrual care and precautions.
Judging from his demeanor and demeanor, he doesn't look like someone who can read well. He might be the kind of semi-literate person who knows a lot of Chinese characters.
Jiang Xinyu said casually: "Sir, I suggest you read The Legend of Shushan Swordsman, Sir, the book written by Huanzhu Louzhu, which is much better than this book, The Legend of Yun Hai Zhan Qi Ji!"
"Oh, I was just blindly reading, blindly reading..." Silk cloth stuffed the books into the bookshelf, wandered around the bookstore for a while, and hurried out.