Chapters 63 to 64 Siberia's Ram

Two days later, a group of three appeared on the streets of Irkutsk, the capital of Irkutsk Province of the Russian Empire. Two of them were Zheng Yu and Qiu Haiyang, who had previously been in Kcheng City and entered Russia with agents who entered Russia by the General Intelligence Agency.

Zheng Yu is now fully armed.

In order to personally investigate the military reality of Russia in the East, and to further demonstrate his selflessness and fearlessness and devote himself to the country, Zheng Yu once again went deep into the tiger's den. Zheng Yu, who had long heard of the reputation of Siberia's severe cold, naturally made comprehensive preparations. He had a dog-skin hat, a wool scarf, a tweed coat, a sweater inside, a deer-skin glove, a thick cotton-line sock with felt boots outside, and a leather leggings inside his pants... But he still felt a little cold.

Irkutsk in January is the time of late spring cold. What should be the so-called birthplace of the Siberian cold wave? It is possible to be abstract when it comes to minus 30 to 40 degrees Celsius, and it is more vivid to say that people have to be amputated directly in ten minutes on the ground.

He glanced at Qiu Haiyang next to him and couldn't help but lie down.

I saw that this man dressed up almost the same thing, but he was just a full-blown spirit, looking around with great enthusiasm.

Looking to the other side, the Mongolian guide was talking in Chinese with Russian and introducing the allusions of the city. The man was dressed completely Russian and had the same Russian beard. If he was not short and fat, small eyes and low nose, it would be hard not to regard him as a Russian strong man. There is no doubt that this is a completely Russianized Buryat Mongolian. That name still has the Mongolian imprint: Jiya Saiyin, a common Mongolian name, which means good luck.

Zheng Yu thought it was quite appropriate.

For spies, luck is really important.

This person has been lurking in Siberia for a full twelve years and is good at dancing. Does this name have some effect?

"Young master, just look at it. Laoji is not unfamiliar with fur and mountain goods along the way." Jiya Saiyin looked at you with confidence when I was doing things. "The ground in Irkutsk has always been the center of Beihaizi fur, and black sable is famous. These fur merchants of hundreds of different sizes are not familiar with me. You always have ten thousand hearts. Laoji's font size is a golden signboard, and he has always relied on repeat customers and will not take advantage of you."

Zheng Yu looked at him with a smile: "Brother Ji, you have never said that my old name is. My second grandfather went to the Far East alone and built a huge foundation. What kind of friendship did you have with your ancestors? We are the friendship of our father for the rest of our lives. I will not visit your brother this time, because I don't pay attention to your life. If you always take care of this trip, I am still worried about it?"

He paused and said meaningfully: "Speaking of this, Jiayan has made many suggestions. This Russian Russian is concerned about being in a relationship in business. He doesn't like you and cheats you clean. That's not to mention it. With my brother here this time, I'm sure I'm at ease. I'm here for a while. I'm here for a while and I don't understand many rules yet. I'd like to ask me to give you more suggestions. If you have trouble, you'll be responsible for it."

Jiya Saiyin smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed into a slit: "Young master, look at what you said..."

Life is like a play, life is like a play.

What is a spy? A spy is not saying "I got the information..." on the street. You know the shooting methods of filming dramas.

Several people walked and chatted, walked through the streets and alleys, and took advantage of the relationship between Jiyasaiyin and first went to a larger Russian business in the local area and whistled. They got on a local Russian giant business named Yuri on the grounds of cooperating in purchasing fur. They pretended to buy Siberian tiger skins. The other party told him without surprise that because the horse thief was getting more and more quarrels, there was only one local shop opened by North Koreans or islanders. Zheng Yu was satisfied and knew that the General Intelligence Bureau was doing everything without any loss. After such a transfer, I believe that no one would suspect that he and the intelligence officer would be in contact.

Zheng Yu looked at the seemingly ordinary warehouse in front of him. There was a Russian brand outside and a Chinese brand with five big characters "Kin's Furry Store" on it. His calligraphy was pretty good.

Could it be... the little fat man?

Zheng Yu smiled secretly.

When he pushed the door open, he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

I don’t know how long the light bulb inside was used, and it glowed in a dim light. It took a long time before Zheng Yu could see clearly the situation inside.

A little old man was sitting on a lounge chair, dozing leisurely. Behind the counter next to him, a very Pan Changjiang-like guy was yawning and pounding something in a medicine bowl, as if he hadn't reacted yet. Until Zheng Yu's eyes were sore and narrowed, the guy woke up from his dream. He shouted in Russian with surprise: "Hala, how many masters are here?"

"Shopkeeper, the customer is here!"

The little old man shook his head, got up from the recliner, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Oh, isn't this Lao Ji? Why, I remembered that Brother is here?"

Jiya Saiyin smiled and went up to have a Mongolian hug with him.

"Brother, I didn't come alone... I brought you a friend."

Jiya Saiyin turned around and pointed, "These two are from Canada... Chinese."

When the old man heard the word "Chinese" and laughed so hard that he couldn't see his eyes: "No wonder the magpies screamed at the window this morning... The old man went to the country for six years and saw the visitor from the Celestial Empire today, and he couldn't say that he wanted to do his best to be the landlord."

He shouted something Korean to the guy, and the guy hurried into the back room, and several people sat around a small tea table. After a while, the guy brought the warm ginseng tea. Zheng Yu felt refreshed when he smelled the ginseng fragrance.

Zheng Yu looked at the old man and secretly admired him.

This secret spy of the General Intelligence Bureau does have a set of tricks. They are all good-looking, and they are all good-looking. They are all good-looking men and women. This old man knows in his heart that this person is only forty years old, but if you say that he is fifty, someone will believe him. This kind of spirit is like a shrewd and unambitious businessman, who can make three meals and marry one or two concubines. But who would have thought that this is an ace agent who was born in Hamkyung, North Korea, who has been lurking here for twenty years for the General Intelligence Bureau and has been lurking here for six years?

Jiya Saiyin suddenly smiled strangely: "Sorry, I'll go to the cottage. You guys will talk first."

The little old man turned around and said to the guy, "Yongzhe, you lead the way."

After the two left, Zheng Yu smiled as if nothing had happened: "Brother's store looks old-fashioned, but this guy outside..."

The little old man's turbid eyes rolled: "Oh? Are the guests experts?"

Zheng Yu smiled mysteriously: "Experts dare not say... You are so skinny, with spring hair, with holes in the knife, with improper crotch, with legs, with sore skin, with seizure needles, with many problems. Speaking of which, you are always a person in Yicheng, so just use these goods to deal with the man?"

“Where does the guests come from?”

"Canada."

"How many guests can go?"

"There are stern and kindness above and younger brothers and sisters below."

"What's the matter here?"

"Meet people, see things, collect goods, and lay out lines."

"What are the goods the customers want?"

Zheng Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the other party, meaningful, and said word by word: "The top-notch and top-notch products, all kinds of pretty guys with the number one in Tianzi are worth whatever they have. Man, you are not short of money."

The little old man smiled: "It seems that he has met the Fang family. The little old man's store can create a font size on this ground, so of course it is not the big street goods outside. Please come with me, the treasures of my store are not the little old man who boasts..."

The old man was nagging and introducing Zheng Yu into the inner room, while Qiu Haiyang was alone in the outer room, crossing his legs and drinking tea.

Zheng Yu and the old man got into a cellar.

Zheng Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and he felt that this scene was a little familiar. He couldn't help but wonder why these spy plots from the East and the West were always uncensored? Do you have an innovative consciousness?

The little old man locked the people, pulled the lights, and looked at Zheng Yu with bright eyes.

Zheng Yu felt a little embarrassed. He felt that there was a kind of fanaticism in his eyes that made him uneasy.

"Six years..." The old man's dry eyes showed signs of moistness, but he quickly held it back.

Zheng Yu recalled the old revolutionary film about the underground party, and felt that he should rush it up quickly, seized the other party's hands, and shouted affectionately: "Comrade Jin, thank you for your hard work..."

Before he could react, the little North Korean man opposite was already standing at attention.

"Kim Xiangguo, the leader of the 7th Division of the Second Division, Section 4, Division 7, will meet with the special envoy."

Zheng Yu's heart moved and his right hand stroked his chest.

"I'm now called Zhang De. You can call me Mr. Zhang or Mr. Andrew." Zheng Yu nodded slightly, smiling, "Brother Jin, thank you for your hard work."

"Don't be surprised. I haven't had a second or above level in the past six years. You guy, you are a first level at once." The old man smacked his lips, "Tell me, what does the bureau mean? How do I need to cooperate with me?"

He asked a little excitedly, "Are you ready to start?"

Zheng Yu narrowed his eyes and nodded in a mysterious way: "Yes, it's about to start. It's time for you secret chess to start moving."

He suddenly felt that this scene seemed a bit familiar.

He thought of going to the capital, the Neiku Street, and the intelligence network of Mr. Xiaoyan.

The old man sighed for a while and finally became serious: "Tell me, what do you need to do?"

Zheng Yu nodded: "This time I am publicly identifiable. The fur family in Canada came to inspect the market and even bought some skin. I used to make a fancy whistle at Yuri's house. With this person as a cover, it would be convenient to move. You recommended it here. It seems that you are the only one in Yicheng. What are the rare things you have? Take it out and take it out and have to do business."

"That's right, there was one in Yicheng that was taken away by our people. It was foolproof that he could introduce you to him." The old man smiled.

"It's really good." Zheng Yu nodded with a serious expression. "There are a few things I really want to do this time. Remember: First, I want to learn about the situation of the Russian army, spirit, morale, organization, and the relationship between various ethnic groups within it; Second, I'd better understand the situation of the Irkutsk Fortress; Third, I want to master the strength here and see what you can do, and if you want to do something else, what else do you need; Fourth, I want to listen to the opinions of you front-line personnel, see how to improve your work and how to cooperate in the rear."

As the old man listened, his eyes at Zheng Yu changed a little. After Zheng Yu finished speaking, he keenly discovered that the old man seemed to be forcibly suppressing some emotions, as if he was... excited?

The old man said with his fingers: "The first thing is that I am a repeat customer of the Russian lower-level officers. They not only want to please women, but also make some small business deals. It is also common to use the public to send some private goods. I always have some rare items here, and in the past few years, I have many good friends in the garrison. I can arrange this."

"The second thing is that this is too dangerous. The situation of the fortress has been sent away a lot of information over the years. However, recently, the defense adjustment has been made. According to our rules, several lines are all taken at the same time. I am still working here, so I can't guarantee it in the short term. If you want to ask you to visit the fortress... don't think about it at this time."

"The third thing, I must tell you what I know, but I just have a little power. I can also arrange for you other reliable intelligence officers I know, most of the things they know there, I don't know."

"The fourth thing, I will tell you some of my thoughts, but... I can see that you are a man of work. Just listen to these things, don't force them, let alone what I said."

Zheng Yu glanced at him in a little astonishment, and the old man smiled bitterly: "These things before... Forget it, it was not a big deal..."

In Zheng Yu's opinion, the little old man at this moment, who was a little angry and a little reluctant to speak, was simply a local grassroots cadres who suffered from bureaucracy, wanted to petition but were afraid of being stopped. He finally saw the working group coming from above, and wanted to speak but was afraid of being retaliated.

Zheng Yu thought about it for a moment and understood it. He patted the old man on the shoulder with considerable understanding: "Lao Jin, I know that you frontline cadres have hard work and high pressure. They are misunderstood and will be in danger at any time. Don't worry, if you have anything to say, just say it. This time I come here, in addition to understanding the situation of the enemy, you also need to understand your situation. The leaders below the bureau, from the director, have never forgotten you soldiers who work on the front line. This time, Director Qin explained to me that the work here has always been a model, and we must understand what specific needs are there? When the young student in the bureau talks about the second department, four departments, and seven groups, who doesn't give a thumbs up?"

When the old man heard this, his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Director...Director, he is in good health?"

Zheng Yu immediately lay down: "The director is in good health... Lao Jin, is your guy reliable?"

"Yongchol is a child from my hometown. He brought him from North Hamgyong Province three years ago. This child is honest. I didn't tell him about our affairs."

Zheng Yu nodded: "This is the best. It's okay for us to stay longer, right?"

"Don't worry, it's common to do a fur business and to authenticate a piece of food, it's common to spend an hour or two."

Zheng Yu nodded: "That's good. Let's solve the third and fourth things first, and then discuss the first two things. I'm not familiar with the place, so I have to rely on you."

The little old man was already sacred at this moment: "Everything is for the empire!"
Chapter completed!