(Orange has applied to go to JL City for support and will do some work within its capacity.)

(I don’t know now whether Liaoyuan is still doing the fifth nucleic acid test.)

(Some shopping malls will be open tomorrow.)

"Immediately report to Director Chen and Director Han and ask them to send someone to investigate Liu Nianxin."

"No matter where the person is, we must catch him."

Zhou Yi thought for a moment and finally gave his professional advice.

Whether Gu Ningning has a problem or not doesn't matter what she says. There is not much difference between actively leaking secrets and passively leaking secrets.

Officials in such key positions have to keep their mouths shut even when they sleep at night. If they leak even a few words, it would be a serious dereliction of duty.

There are really too many secrets to pass by.

Whether it is Ruijin or Nanjing, they will send out field experts to design, set traps, and hunt.

As long as they are greedy for this kind of tenderness, they will fall into a trap and be doomed.

"Don't think about it, Gu Ningning, a drama star, must have problems. I dare to bet my head on it."

Lu Ming also agreed with Zhou Yi's idea and joked.

Gao Bin smiled coldly, looked at the speaker at the door of the interrogation room, waited for a few seconds, and when there was no movement, he said: "Put your head away and start the next one!".

Facing the old officer, Lu Ming had no choice but to obey his orders and quickly asked the soldiers to bring in the next interrogator.

...

An Hai was sitting in the Malin Cafe with only one thousand Manchurian sheep coins left in his pocket, feeling like a beggar.

Even one thousand yuan is a huge amount of money in daily life.

Since he came to this cafe three years ago according to Pei Xin's guidance, colleagues from various countries and organizations have been treating and discussing him with a polite attitude that is almost contemptuous.

Unless he formally requests it, no one will take the initiative to trade with him.

At first, he didn't understand what was going on.

Later, after getting acquainted with each other, I heard from my friends that the broker here had been comparing his predecessor to An Hai.

Disliking the poor and loving the rich has become a social phenomenon in the cold-blooded intelligence community.

An Hai's predecessor was the son of the general manager of a Shanghai tram company, a suave and charming darling of the times.

Except for his enemies, no one will dislike the young master's behavior.

In this remote cafe in Harbin, he squandered all his wealth and achieved extraordinary success.

An Hai knew that he could never compare with his predecessor in this regard. As for Lao Yu, who had not eaten meat for half a year, he was not on the same level.

Because although he was born into a wealthy family, he is now too poor.

His father invested all the money in the family in his army, thinking of building an iron army, but unfortunately, the money piled up with the appearance of goods could not defeat the hot-blooded warriors armed with ideas.

At the same time, it also proves that a trivial matter, the family spent all their investment, failed!

Turgenev, the manager of the Marlin Café and the secretary of the Far Eastern Bank, personally delivered Anhai’s coffee.

Facing the guests, he was very polite, half-bending his giant body, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were frighteningly cold, and whispered: "You are a representative of a respected group.

.”

"At the same time, we also want to believe that you are a trustworthy gentleman. There are less than ten days before the New Year. Your membership dues for next year must have been prepared, right?"

Hearing this, An Hai looked expressionless and looked at Turgenev coldly without replying until the giant with a furry face said goodbye and left.

He was not prepared for the dues.

Money is a good thing, but it's a pity that he doesn't have it.

The situation in the Northeast Bureau is very bad, both in terms of soldiers and funds.

The comrades in charge of preparing funds have tried their best to settle the business in various places before the year, but there is still a large sum of money left.

The reason is that because of damn Xie Zirong, because of his rebellion, a large amount of money fell into the hands of the Muto Agency.

That's fifteen large yellow croakers, enough to fund the organization for two years.

Under normal circumstances, the career of a spy in the intelligence community should be a very profitable business.

This is the main reason why hundreds of self-employed "professional spies" from all over the world gather in this slightly shabby cafe all year round.

Many of these people are free men, what people call intelligence dealers. They have no government salary to receive and rely solely on reselling intelligence to make a living. Most of them live a good life.

Even if they don't make a fortune, at least they can afford to pay the expensive membership fees here and live decently in the concession.

However, An Hai did too few transactions, and most of them were buying rather than selling. He may be the top buyer in the Marlin Cafe.

Therefore, not only can he not make profits, he can even find it difficult to maintain his living expenses.

Before Turgenev left, he left a lot of sad and sad words, which probably meant that without paying dues, the authenticity and reliability of the intelligence could not be guaranteed.

Of course, even after paying the membership fee, Turgenev cannot guarantee the accuracy of the information. Once he makes a deal, it depends on whether you admit it or not.

An Hai sighed, then picked up a silver tea spoon and slowly stirred the Moroccan coffee with a thick layer of coffee oil floating on it, feeling very painful in his heart.

Who would have thought that the eldest son of a warlord family would be so depressed that he could not even pay the three hundred yuan membership fee.

You know, if he had been in his fifteenth or sixteenth year, this amount of money would not be enough for him to win or lose in a night mahjong game.

Since taking charge of the field team, even drinking a cup of coffee like this has become a heavy financial burden for him, not to mention that he has to face everyone's snobbery.

He had personally experienced Su Qin's situation when he was in despair.

How about talking back to Miss Zhang?

But this idea quickly extinguished him, and he relied on selling his body to earn money. If he spread it back to the organization, it would definitely shock them for the rest of their lives.

However, he had no intention of being idle with Turgenev now. This damn guy was a good friend of his predecessor and had shown obvious hostility towards him from the moment they met.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But for the sake of my ex, I will not kick him out of the cafe.

What An Hai needs to do now is how to buy information about Eryu's assassination without letting the spies guess his intentions, and without spending a lot of money.

Information from the intelligence community is two-way. Although everyone knows who each other is working for, no one is sure.

After all, they are all treacherous and cunning old men. They will not believe even half of what they say.

If An Hai's true intention is seen through by the other party, then not only will these guys who have breasts be their mothers ask for an exorbitant price from him, but what's even more despicable is that they will sell his true intention to the Kwantung Army at a higher price.

At this time, a small man with picturesque features and skin so delicate that a girl would be jealous sat down at his table and looked at him with a smile.

An Hai recognized this man and had done several transactions with him.

Hua Dan's birth, demeanor, and appearance are all top choices.

This guy is a representative of Nanjing, but he is not a subordinate of Baldhead. He belongs to Guixi and Li Bai's faction.

This senior spy with the rank of major general is named Li Jumei.

Li Jumei took a puff of cigarette with a long ivory cigarette holder, and then knocked it on the table.

Then a White Russian waitress rushed over and enthusiastically brought him coffee, a small glass of whiskey and pastries.

If Turgenev had not been pressing for payment, he would never have taken care of him diligently, and the quality of the coffee would not have been too high, let alone the brandy and pastries.

After the waitress finished serving, she was unwilling to leave. Instead, she stood beside the table and looked at Li Jumei with fascination.

“Beautiful lady, here’s your tip!”

Li Jumei put the money into the hands of the Belarusian waitress and kissed her frivolously.

The White Russian waitress did not give Li Jumei a loud slap in the face, but left with a blushing face, turning back every step of the way, trying to melt Li Jumei's face into her own eyes.

Watching the graceful figure of the waitress disappear, Li Jumei poured the whiskey into the coffee, stirred it, poured it into his stomach, and then pushed the delicate pastry in front of An Hai.

Although An Hai's stomach was growling, he still didn't touch the snacks on the table in order to maintain his dignity.

Li Jumei stuffed the mixture of coffee and wine into her stomach, and then slowly said: "What happened to your brother is very sympathetic. Please accept my condolences."

An Hai shook his head and said calmly: "My brother has been admitted to Fudan University and left Harbin yesterday to study in Shanghai. What is there to sympathize with?".

The man in front of me who looks like a doll is one of the most powerful spies in the cafe.

Showing courtesy for nothing, either committing adultery or stealing

Li Jumei would not sit at his table for no reason.

His ulterior motives are like searchlights in an open field, unable to hide them at all.

Therefore, Anhai had to find an appropriate word of mouth and a doubtful attitude for himself, so as not to fall behind in the subsequent confrontation.

An Hai knew that the life of a professional spy in the field was like appearing in endless movies, and he was a poor actor.

As an important character in this play, he must constantly modify his identity, expression, and living habits to adapt to various new roles.

But he doesn't like this kind of drama with swords and fire, because he only likes to play himself.

Literature, freedom, and classic literature are what he loves most.

"Ha ha ha ha!"
To be continued...