Xu Siqi asked: "What is the content of the message?"
"Regarding intelligence agent Bing's voluntary withdrawal from service, please report to the headquarters for approval. In addition, the identity of this person is unknown. Whether he has committed any behavior that endangers the party requires further verification."
Zhang Yafan recounted the contents of the telegram.
"that's it?"
"yes."
"Who is Bing?"
"Not sure."
"Has the message been sent?"
"It's been sent out."
"Where's the telegraph manuscript?"
"Burned."
"Who is your superior?"
"Yao Huilan."
"Do you know Xu Hongda?"
"do not know."
Xu Siqi understood that Yao Huilan was Zhang Yafan's upline, and Xu Hongda, as the head of the Finance Department, did not need to meet the dispatcher in person.
"Which radio station are you using?" Jiang Bin asked from the side.
Zhang Yafan said: "x210."
"Why not another one?"
"The other one has malfunctioned and is waiting for the headquarters to send someone to repair it."
"Why does one finance department use two radio stations?"
"x210 is used domestically, and rca 212 is a super-power radio station, mainly used for international communications with public institutions..."
"Gongzhi International of Moss Shell?"
"certainly."
"How many of these ultra-high-power radio stations do you have?"
"As far as I know, this is the only one."
The rca 212 radio can carry out communications thousands of kilometers away. Even within the National Government, there are not many such high-end products, and the Secret Service headquarters is only equipped with one.
Jiang Bin breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, looked at Xu Siqi and Zheng Zheng, and said, "You two, we have accomplished a great feat this time!"
Xu Siqi nodded, pretending to be pleased and said: "Being able to destroy the Communist Party's international radio station, our operation was finally not in vain!"
Apart from knowing her upline Yao Huilan, Zhang Yafan knew nothing else.
There is no point in continuing the questioning.
The search was completed and it was already midnight.
On the way back, Jiang Bin got off the car halfway and took a nearby rickshaw to Nanshi.
When they arrived at the Hongkou patrol room, Xu Siqi got out of the car, waved to the patrol leader, and said, "Take the brothers out to have something to eat. After that, go back and rest early. You are not allowed to be late tomorrow."
As he spoke, he took out 10 yuan and patted it in the hand of the inspector.
The inspector hurriedly said: "It's just a midnight snack. It doesn't cost so much. Two yuan is enough..."
"Take them all, and the remaining money will be used to buy cigarettes for everyone."
"Then let me thank Detective Xu for everyone."
"go quickly."
"yes!"
When they heard that Detective Xu had given him 10 yuan for a midnight snack, the patrolmen burst into cheers.
The monthly salary of a Chinese fisherman is only 30 yuan.
For them, 10 yuan is not a small amount of money.
The salary of the two foreign detectives was higher than that of Xu Siqi. They went out to handle cases with them, but they had never received such treatment.
After comparing each other like this, the patrolmen will naturally have an idea of what to do in the future.
Xu Siqi's purpose is very simple. To put it bluntly, it is to win over people's hearts. As long as he establishes his prestige in the patrol room, he can get twice the result with half the effort.
Before being put into prison, Zhang Yafan hesitated and said: "Inspector Xu, didn't you say that in a situation like mine, I would be handed over to the National Government?"
"That's called extradition. The procedure is troublesome. It will be good if it can be completed in ten and a half days. Just wait patiently." Zheng Zheng said from the side.
Watching Zhang Yafan being taken into custody, he solemnly handed Xu Siqi a cigarette, lit one himself, and said, "It's too late, so I won't go back. I'll stay at your house for the night."
Xu Siqi nodded: "Let's go, find a place to eat first."
The two of them came out of the patrol room and walked along the road casually. Even though it was past midnight, there were still stalls selling midnight snacks on the street.
"What to eat?" Xu Siqi asked.
After thinking about it seriously: "Wonton. What about you?"
"Nonsense, you've already made wontons, do I have any other choice?"
"The wonton stall doesn't just sell wontons, pan-fried pancakes, tea eggs, crab shell yolks, steamed buns, Yangchun noodles..."
"Okay, okay, come and tell me the name of the dish."
Not far from the Hongkou patrol house, there is a wonton stall across the street.
The two of them crossed the road and entered the wonton stall one after the other.
The owner of the wonton stall, a man about thirty years old, took a rag and carefully wiped the tables and chairs.
He solemnly looked around and saw no other food, so he asked, "Boss, what else do you have besides wontons?"
"There's nothing left, just wontons."
When the boss opened his mouth, he actually had a Tianjin accent.
Zheng Zheng was somewhat surprised. He had been in Shanghai for many years and had almost no chance to meet people from Tianjin.
The reason is actually very simple. As one of the richest cities in the north, Tianjin’s local income is not low, and few people are willing to leave their hometown to make a living elsewhere.
Under normal circumstances, the more economically backward an area is, the more people go out to seek opportunities.
Of course, nothing is absolute.
Even among Shanghai locals, there are many who work in other provinces.
This is only relative.
"Two large bowls of wontons, one of which does not contain coriander but more chopped green onion."
When saying this, Zheng Zheng deliberately adopted a Tianjin accent.
The boss was also surprised and said happily: "Sir, are you from Tianjin?"
He smiled solemnly and nodded: "Where are you from in Tianjin?"
"I'm not from Tianjin."
"and you……"
"Oh, I'm from Baodi, and my family is from Tianjin."
"No wonder your Tianjin dialect is not very authentic... Baodi is not far from Tianjin. We are half fellow townsmen."
"Don't say it's Tianjin. A few days ago, I met a gentleman from Peking. He felt very friendly. You two, sit down quickly. The wontons are free of charge. I'll treat you!" the boss said generously.
After sitting down, he solemnly asked: "What's your last name, boss?"
He also thought about it, he couldn't let the boss treat him, and then he would find an opportunity to secretly put money into his pocket.
"Surname Wang. Wang Wu."
Wang Wu quickly started fire and boiled water.
"It's not easy to meet a fellow Tianjin fellow in Shanghai. It's a kind of fate for us."
"Who says otherwise? How many years have you been in Shanghai?"
"More than two years. How about you?"
"Almost four years..."
Xu Siqi sat aside and smoked, not participating in their conversation. His mind was filled with the scene that had just happened in Tonglefang.
For a person who is loyal to his faith, to be inexplicably "displaced" and be suspected of being a traitor is undoubtedly a huge psychological blow.
What to do next?
If things go on for a long time, the misunderstanding will probably get bigger and bigger.
Now it seems that we must get in touch with the organization as soon as possible to explain what happened on the day Fang Yongyan died.
It was now late October, and a gust of cold wind blew over. Xu Siqi couldn't help but shiver, and his mind became much clearer in an instant.
He suddenly thought of something completely unrelated.
After sitting there for such a long time, the boss Wang Wu didn’t even mention a word about himself...