novel-bin Chapter 48 Intelligence Team
Chapter 48 Intelligence Team
That night, in Wuyi Lane, at the safe house.
For the past two days, Yu Dong and Zhou Yihui have been staying in the safe house, and Xia Lan will come over at specific times to change their dressings.
Yu Dong was only shot in the shoulder and recovered quickly. With him taking care of Zhou Yihui, Song Yu wouldn't have to find someone else to take care of them.
Song Yu came to tell the two of them not to go out for the next few days. Although the Special Service Department's target was not Zhou Yihui, he was still worried that Zhou Yihui would be recognized.
Song Yu knocked on the door according to the agreed-upon code, and Yu Dong opened the door shortly afterward.
After Song Yu went inside, he quickly closed the door and said, "Go and rest first."
"Yes."
Then Song Yu went into Zhou Yihui's room and saw him pacing back and forth, so she quickly went over and helped him up.
"Yihui, you haven't fully recovered yet; you should rest in bed."
"Hey, Brother Song, I was in the hospital for so long before, and I've been lying in bed for several more days since I got back. If I don't get out of bed and move around, I'll almost forget how to walk," Zhou Yihui said with a laugh.
Seeing this, Song Yu had no choice but to say, "Alright, then I'll help you walk a bit."
The two then chatted as they walked, and Song Yu told Zhou Yihui about what had just happened at the dance hall.
"A person missing a finger?"
Zhou Yihui frowned and pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "I haven't met any members of the Nanjing underground party who are like this before, but they could be our comrades."
There were many comrades he had never met, so he didn't make any definitive statements.
Upon hearing this, Song Yu sighed, "Alright, let's hope the Special Service's target is the Japanese."
"If only we had someone in the Secret Service, we wouldn't be completely clueless and know nothing."
Zhou Yihui was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then laughed and said, "There really is such a thing."
Song Yu was somewhat surprised upon hearing this, "The Special Service has our people?"
Seeing this, Zhou Yihui explained, "He is a member of the intelligence group I mentioned earlier..."
His intelligence team was a top-secret group. He maintained a single-line contact with each member, and the members did not know each other. Their information was also kept strictly confidential.
"I personally recruited him into the Party, and later he was directly under my leadership," Zhou Yihui continued.
"He had just joined the Secret Service in 34. After he went into hiding, I never contacted him again, and I don't know how he is now."
His intelligence team will be handed over to Song Yu in the future, so he has nothing to hide now.
Upon hearing this, Song Yu became somewhat excited. He hadn't expected that there were actually comrades of theirs in the Special Service Department. This was crucial!
How can we get in touch with him?
"Before we went into hiding, we agreed on a way to wake him up: to publish a missing person notice in the Xinmin Daily, which would include the time and place of our meeting, as well as his clothing characteristics. We also agreed on a code word," Zhou Yihui said.
"Should we wake him up now?"
Song Yu nodded. The intelligence network in Jinling urgently needed to be restored, and having such an undercover agent would be of great use to them.
"Yihui, could you please write down that missing person notice? I'll publish it tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll tell you the information and activation methods for the other members of the intelligence team. From now on, they'll all be under your care," Zhou Yihui said.
Thinking of the members of that intelligence team, he felt a pang of sadness, wondering if he would ever have the chance to see them again.
. . . . . .
The next day, in the afternoon.
Shen Yi spent almost the entire day in the office reviewing files. At five o'clock, Xia Guang returned and reported on Wang Qiang's situation.
Today, three well-dressed people bought things at the general store. After tracking and investigating, it was found that they were just passing by and were ordinary people with nothing unusual about them.
Wang Qiang also did not do anything unusual. He sat at the counter of the grocery store the whole time, and the telecommunications department did not detect any radio signals.
No one from the rickshaw company contacted Shen Yi. There may be many people with severed fingers, but not many people are missing a section of their little finger.
Shen Yi had expected this to happen, but it had only been a day, and he could wait.
When leaving the archives, Liang Yu invited him to dinner again, but Shen Yi refused once more.
Actually, Shen Yi didn't intentionally reject her. He still wanted to get closer to Liang Yu, since she was the administrator of the archives and might be useful to him in the future.
However, today is not an option, because it is the day Song Meiyu is hosting a party at the Jinling Central Hotel.
Shen Yi had already driven here.
He got out of the car and walked into the Central Hotel, arriving at the "Peacock Hall" on the first floor. It is said that this hall was personally named by Song Meiyu.
Shen Yi took out the invitation and walked into the Peacock Hall, where he found that there were already quite a few people inside, including some foreigners.
He saw that Song Meiyu was surrounded by a group of noblewomen, so he quickly went over to her.
Song Meiyu was chatting with someone when she saw Shen Yi walking over, so she waved to him.
"teacher."
"Wen Yuan, you've come at the right time. I was just telling them about one of my good students."
Shen Yi quickly replied, "It's because I have a good teacher."
"Greetings, ladies."
Shen Yi's words immediately made the ladies laugh, and they all praised Shen Yi for being sensible.
Afterwards, Song Meiyu introduced Shen Yi to several noblewomen, whose husbands were either wealthy merchants or government officials, all of whom were of noble status.
Shen Yi showered them with sweet words, making them laugh heartily.
One of the women laughed and asked, "Wen Yuan, how old are you this year? Do you have a boyfriend?"
The speaker was Chen Lifu's wife, Sun Luqing. Shen Yi felt that if she knew he was from the Special Service Department, she would definitely regret talking to him.
After all, Chen Lifu looked down on Dai Chunfeng, let alone his subordinates.
"I'm only twenty-three this year and I don't have a boyfriend yet," Shen Yi said.
"Oh my, it's such a waste that such a promising young man isn't dating. I know quite a few nice girls here, how about I introduce you to a few?"
"Madam Sun must know only ladies from prominent families, so I'm afraid she might look down on a junior like me," Shen Yi said modestly.
Upon hearing this, Sun Luqing waved his hand and said, "You shouldn't underestimate yourself. A talented young man like you is in high demand. It's settled then. Leave me your contact information later."
"Then this junior will respectfully accept your offer," Shen Yi said with a smile.
Song Meiyu, who was standing to the side, naturally saw this scene. She also knew about Chen Lifu's relationship with the Special Service Department, but now that Shen Yi was her student, she didn't care about anything else.
Afterwards, many foreigners came over to chat with Song Meiyu, and Shen Yi stood obediently beside her.
Around 6:30, Song Meiyu saw that almost everyone had arrived, so she went up to the stage, stood in front of the microphone, and began to speak.