The man carrying a canvas satchel and riding a bicycle was still not found.
In the office of the Deputy Director of the Intelligence Division, there are several documents on the desk. The document bags are all marked with the two characters "Top Secret". These are documents just sent by the lurking team.
Shen Zhifeng checked it and did not see Sun Feng's name in it, which meant that he had no secret missions recently.
He thought for a moment, got up and left the office, and went straight to the station manager's office to see Qiao Muchai.
Due to the nature of their work, the latent team is different from other departments. Anyone who wants to investigate them must obtain the consent of the webmaster.
After hearing Shen Zhifeng explain his purpose, Qiao Mu frowned and remained silent, looking quite embarrassed.
Shen Zhifeng said: "The webmaster is just Sun Feng. He is not the leader of the lurking team. Are you still in such a difficult situation?"
Qiao Mucai said: "Of course Sun Feng is nothing, the main thing is his background."
"background?"
"He belongs to Wu Jingrong. If we move him at this time, there will inevitably be suspicions of internal strife. If Wu Jingrong files a complaint to Nanjing and accuses us of forming a gang and killing them all, who can bear the charge?"
Shen Zhifeng was very disapproving: "You are worrying too much, Director Mao..."
Qiao Mucai interrupted him: "Don't forget, the Secrecy Bureau is nominally under the jurisdiction of the Second Department of the National Fang Department. If Zheng Jiemin says something, it's hard to say what the consequences will be. Some time ago, Director Mao also called specifically to remind him
I must pay attention to unity and avoid intensifying conflicts."
"But, this Sun Feng is very suspicious..."
"Just send someone to keep an eye on him. If you investigate Sun Feng with great fanfare, what will the other people from other provinces in the station think? Especially those from the Lao Guang Gang."
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
"Oh, by the way, Wang Xinrui just came here and said that her mother is seriously ill and she wants to take leave to go back to Guangzhou. Please help her with the unfinished work at hand."
"Okay. Stationmaster, I'll go back first."
"Go ahead."
It was now lunch time, and Shen Zhifeng also felt a little hungry. He did not go back to the office and planned to go directly to the restaurant on the first floor for dinner.
When I walked to the stairs on the first floor, I happened to meet Wang Xinrui. She and a staff member from the reference room were planning to go to the restaurant.
Shen Zhifeng said: "Wang Xinrui, come here, I have something to tell you."
After saying this, he turned around and walked to the door of the building. Wang Xinrui didn't know what was going on, so she had to follow him.
Shen Zhifeng clasped his hands behind his back, looked in the direction of the gate, and said, "I heard from the stationmaster that you want to take leave and go back to Guangzhou?"
"Yes, I received a letter from home. My mother is very ill," Wang Xinrui said.
"Take the train back?"
"Ship."
"Wang Xinrui, it's the time when the station is hiring people. It seems a bit inappropriate for you to leave at this time."
"I know, but I can't help it..."
"If you go back, will your father's illness get better?"
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that since going back will not help, it is better to stay in Yanjin and work with peace of mind. Since ancient times, it is difficult to have both loyalty and filial piety. Your father must be a well-educated person and should be able to understand you."
Wang Xinrui bit her lip, not knowing how to answer for a moment.
Shen Zhifeng said: "Let's go have a meal and think about it when you go back. I'm not forcing things on others, I'm just giving you a suggestion, because I always think that you are a rare talent."
Wang Xinrui said nothing, turned and walked towards the restaurant.
Shen Zhifeng sighed softly. The reason why he tried his best to persuade Wang Xinrui was mainly because he had no one under his command.
Feng Qingshan had all the capable forces in the Intelligence Department under his control. Most of the people recruited by Shen Zhifeng were new people, and the only ones who could be used were Bai Jumin and Wang Xinrui.
If Bai Jumin hadn't been suspended at home for three months to reflect, he wouldn't have been assigned to Shen Zhifeng's staff.
Shen Zhifeng knew very well that this was called exclusion.
Aren’t you very capable at work? If I don’t assign people to you, even if you have extraordinary abilities, if the people below you are not able to carry out the tasks properly, the results will definitely not be satisfactory.
The two division chiefs are fighting openly and secretly, each with their own advantages. All their efforts are to successfully become the inspector general.
Although Shen Zhifeng was favored, Feng Qingshan did not want to give up easily until the last moment.
In particular, Guo Changqing's unexpected death has made the battle for the selection of the inspectorate more confusing, and many factors have made the matter even more uncertain.
Shen Zhifeng thought for a while and was about to go to the restaurant to have a meal. When he glanced at it, he saw a postman on a bicycle coming outside the gate.
On both sides of the rear seat of the bicycle, two green canvas bags were hung, containing various newspapers and letters, and several packages were tied to the seat.
Shen Zhifeng thought for a while, his brows gradually relaxed, and he strode out quickly.
The postman picked out a few letters, checked that the addresses were correct, handed the letters to the gate guard, and said, "No more, that's all."
The guard glanced at the bicycle, clicked his tongue and said, "With so much stuff on it, aren't you afraid of losing it along the way?"
The postman made a sound and expressed his dissatisfaction with the guard's ignorance: "It's strange that it's rare. Let me tell you, if you lose me, the package will be lost."
"You can brag. It's not windy today. If it's a windy day, these packages won't fall all over the floor."
"Am I bragging?"
The postman was in his early twenties, a competitive age. He pushed the packages that were piled up to one meter high a few times and said, "See? It doesn't matter if you push it, it will fall if the wind blows."
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Shen Zhifeng walked over, squatted down and looked at the back seat of the bicycle for a while, then reached under the package and touched a few iron hooks as expected.
The iron hooks all point upward, forming a lifting "iron hand" that firmly holds the bottom package, and then fixes it with a rope, so that no matter how strong the wind is, it cannot fall off.
Seeing Shen Zhifeng approaching, the guard quickly bowed and said, "Deputy Director Shen."
According to the internal regulations of the Secrecy Bureau, military salutes are not allowed in front of outsiders to avoid leaking identities.
Under normal circumstances, Secret Service personnel do not wear military uniforms unless they are on formal occasions, such as promotion awards or inspections by superiors, etc.
The purpose of doing this is mainly based on the word "confidentiality". Nowadays, every provincial station of the Secrecy Bureau has the name of an organization that conceals its identity to the outside world.
For example, the Yanjin Station has a sign saying "Logistics Office of Yanjin Relief Administration", and Qiao Muchai does also serve as the deputy director of the Yanjin Relief Administration.
Shen Zhifeng looked at the postman and said pleasantly: "Little brother, do all the bicycles in your post office have iron hooks like this?" "Of course, otherwise why would you carry so many packages? Use the car for large items and package small items."
Inside." The postman pointed to the canvas bag he was carrying.
His bag was at least 80% new, with the words Yanjin Post and Telecommunications Bureau printed on it.