In a teahouse near the city hall, in Box 3 on the second floor, Xu Siqi was drinking tea while looking out the window at the busy traffic.
A rickshaw parked on the side of the road. Zhou Weilong got out of the car, paid the fare, and stepped into the teahouse.
After a while, the box door rang, and Zhou Weilong pushed the door open and entered.
Xu Siqi stood up quickly: "Stationmaster, you are here."
"I seem to be late. You have to wait a while." Zhou Weilong pulled out his chair and sat down.
"fine."
"A group of exiled students from Northeast China made trouble and organized a protest in front of the city hall. I was worried that the Communist Party was inciting them, so I sent people to monitor the scene. Because of this, it was delayed for a while, otherwise they would have arrived long ago."
“What are the students protesting about again?”
"Asking the government to declare war on Japan, why should we return the Northeast to our country? Oh, what a bunch of idiots who don't know how high the sky is and how high it is..."
Zhou Weilong picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, praising: "Authentic Junshan Maojian, good tea."
Xu Siqi said: "Webmaster, have I solemnly told you about the Yihe Cotton Factory?"
"I told you. What are your plans?"
"I plan to check on the spot to see what is going on underground at Yihe Cotton Factory."
"But, I heard that there are more than 200 people in Yihe Cotton Factory. With so many people, how can we avoid their eyes and ears?"
"We will go in the same way Kobayashi Hikoro goes in."
"Climb in through the pipe?"
"right."
"If someone were guarding the place where you entered, wouldn't you be captured on the spot?"
"I have seen the duty schedule of Yihe Cotton Mill. There are five guards on duty at night. As long as there is some movement in other places, such as warehouses or production workshops, the guards will definitely be drawn out. Their number is not large.
If there are people guarding the entrance to the pipeline, they will probably help."
Zhou Weilong remained silent, always feeling that actions without purpose were not worth the risk.
Xu Siqi said: "Kobayashi Hikoro is a member of the Special High School. He has colluded with Yihe Cotton Factory. This is very revealing..."
"You are the captain of the special operations team. You can make your own decision on this matter. Why do you have to ask me for instructions?" Zhou Weilong asked.
"I don't have any suitable candidates, so I can only borrow someone from you."
"The eight people in the special operations team are all elites drawn from various places."
"They're good at operational missions, not this kind of thing."
"So, you already have a candidate in mind."
"yes."
"who?"
"Jiang Bin."
"You want to borrow him?"
"Webmaster, based on my understanding of Jiang Bin's abilities, he is the most suitable candidate."
"The problem is, as you know, Jiang Bin has just arrived in Shanghai. He should at least go through an adaptation process. If he arranges tasks so quickly, if something goes wrong..."
Zhou Weilong was very attracted to him. In any department of the Secret Service, all people from Jiangshan, Zhejiang, would most likely be Boss Dai's confidant.
Not to mention Jiang Bin, as a new recruit, he was able to serve as the deputy captain of the Shanghai Station Action Team, which shows how seriously he is valued.
Zhou Weilong is from Xiangxiang, Hunan. The reason why he was able to become the webmaster of Shanghai Station was partly due to his work ability, and partly because he was good at catering to Boss Dai's wishes.
Of course, pandering is a strategic operation. If it were simple flattery, he would have been kicked out long ago.
"Stationmaster, don't worry. Even if Jiang Bin misses, I will forcefully enter the cotton factory to search on the pretext of arresting the Communist Party. When the time comes, I can take the opportunity to rescue Jiang Bin and escape."
"But how can you be sure where they hid Jiang Bin? Last time, we solemnly searched the entire factory and couldn't find Hikobayashi Hikoro."
"There are police dogs in the patrol room. Jiang Bin carries a special spice with him. After the police dogs smell it, they are guaranteed to find it."
Zhou Weilong nodded: "This is a good idea. It seems that you have learned a lot from Yu Lexing."
Xu Siqi said: "Instructor Yu is worthy of being a training expert, especially in chemistry. His explanations are profound and easy to understand, which makes people sincerely admire him. I have really benefited a lot from this trip to Nanjing."
Zhou Weilong and Yu Lexing are from the same hometown, and they have a close personal relationship. Appropriate praise of Yu Lexing will only do Xu Siqi good and no harm.
What's more, Yu Lexing's training level is obvious to all, and Xu Siqi's words are not an exaggeration.
Seeing that Zhou Weilong was still hesitant, Xu Siqi further persuaded: "Stationmaster, don't you want to see what Vice Captain Jiang's abilities are? For him, this operational mission can be regarded as a practical test. I personally think that if
They only know how to talk on paper, but there is no shortage of such talents at Shanghai Station!"
Zhou Weilong pondered for a moment, stretched out his hand and patted the table lightly, and said: "You are right, there is no shortage of useless talkers at Shanghai Station!"
"Thank you, webmaster."
"No matter what I'm thankful for, it's all for serving the party and the country..."
Zhou Weilong made up his mind that if Jiang Bin successfully completed the task this time, he would ask the headquarters for credit for Jiang Bin.
In another year and a half, when the time is right, I will simply straighten Jiang Bin. Firstly, it will satisfy Boss Dai's wishes, and secondly, it will satisfy my own wishes.
Zhou Weilong had long wanted to replace the young Weng Guangming. Boss Dai arranged for a deputy captain at the right time, which was a rare opportunity.
…
After coming out of the teahouse, Xu Siqi drove back to the concession.
When passing the City Hall, the traffic slowed down due to the large number of students gathering to protest.
Students blocked in front of the city hall and chanted anti-Japanese slogans. They had only one demand, asking the National Government to declare war on Japan.
The police stood in two rows, holding shields and rubber batons, ready to fight.
Ten minutes later, the slow-moving traffic stopped completely. Two cars were involved in a collision, with both sides blaming each other.
Xu Siqi's car was caught in the middle and it was impossible to go back. He could only sit in the car and wait patiently for the road police to come and deal with the dispute.
"Down with Japanese imperialism!"
"Give me back the Northeast!"
"Give me back my hometown!"
"Ten thousand people wrote in blood, imploring the government to declare war on Japan!"
Impassioned slogans continued.
"The invaders are greedy. They will not be satisfied with the status quo. The sound of 128 gunfire is still in our ears. Compatriots, wake up and don't forget the lessons of blood..."
“Yesterday was the fall of Northeast China, where will it be tomorrow?”
"Peace talks will only bring shame to the Chinese people. Don't place your hopes on the League of Nations. In the final analysis, this is the Chinese people's own business!"
A familiar voice caught Xu Siqi's attention.
The student standing on the steps giving a speech was none other than Gui Yong, who came to Shanghai with Qiao Zhendong.
Xu Siqi already knew from the last encounter with the owner of the Dazhong Hotel that everyone else had returned to the Northeast and only Gui Yong stayed in Shanghai.