Lost and Spy

Chapter 1333 Liaison Officer
The story of the villain's success has existed since ancient times.

But in 1940, this typical representative was none other than Meng Shaoyuan, director of the Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai Supervision Department of the Military Unification Bureau, concurrently the head of the Shanghai District, and the commander-in-chief of the Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai Loyalty and National Salvation Army.

The villain is smug, triumphant, arrogant, and bragging.

Wait, wait, people like Li Zhifeng have experienced it to the fullest.

Now he, Young Master Meng, opened his mouth and kept saying "this director, this chief commander", as if he was afraid that others would not know him.

People like Li Zhifeng also had a hard life, knowing that this young master loves vanity, likes to show off, and likes to brag, but he is afraid that he will put on his shoes, so he can only try his best to flatter him.

Hey, bad luck, who let me follow such an immediate boss?

Think about Director Dai, too, why do you trust Meng Shaoyuan so much, this guy keeps making troubles all day long, his personal morals are bad, he can be called a professional scum, but this official is getting bigger and bigger.

Fate, this is life.

Thinking that I will be District Chief Meng for a long time, no, Li Zhifeng and the guards under Director Meng Commander Meng shudder.

Yuan Jian, the person in charge of the military liaison office, met Meng Shaoyuan the next day after drinking at Xue Yue's house.

This man is 35 years old, with a dignified face, no smiles, a serious expression, and a very military demeanor.

Meng Shaoyuan exchanged few words with him, and found that this person treats him with respect and distance, neither cold nor warm.

No wonder, he is a professional soldier and he is a spy.

Most soldiers have opinions on spies.

To put it bluntly, it is contempt.

In their eyes, spies, who specialize in surveillance, stalking, sabotage and reporting, are not good things.

The efforts of secret agents on the intelligence front are often overlooked.

Believe it or not, every time you see a great victory on the battlefield, a certain unit, a certain officer, or even a certain soldier is commended.

When did you hear it said at the commendation meeting:

"The pre-war intelligence work in a certain area of ​​the Military Command Bureau was excellent. It was the first to detect the enemy's situation, which made our troops predict the enemy before it was a great victory. I hereby commend it"?
In fact, the government is not to blame.

No one in the military command wants to be able to publicly praise themselves, hide the front line, and try to be as low-key as possible.

Only the number one weirdo of the military command bureau like Meng Shaoyuan can't wait to make his commendation known to everyone.

It is best to frame the commendation and send it directly to the Japanese.

Then tell them:

Look, this is what you call the strongest agent on the surface!
Meng Shaoyuan was hated by everyone, including his enemies and his own people.

But you have nothing to do with him.

The more you hate him, the more proud he is.

His greatest wish is to one day be able to stand in front of Kagesa Haruaki and his ilk and show off in front of them.

At this moment, how could Yuan Jian's thoughts be hidden from Meng Shaoyuan?
underestimate me?When you get to Shanghai, you will have something to ask me for.

He flattered a few words in hypocrisy, and then said casually: "Director Yuan, this Changsha is the front line, and there are a large number of Japanese traitors lurking in the city, didn't you catch one two days ago, and let him run away? "

Yuan Jian showed resentment on his face: "You mean Dong Minjun, right? This person hides too deeply. Every time I meet him, he is always polite. Who would have thought that this person is actually a Japanese spy?"

On the intelligence front, there are many things you can't think of.

Meng Shaoyuan smiled lightly: "There are endless hidden spies. Director Yuan, you are going to Shanghai soon. The situation in Shanghai is complicated. You will know the details when you get there. I want to tell you about intelligence work. Our battle line is very special, and it is not the same as the death on the battlefield."

"What's the difference?"

Yuan Jian snorted coldly: "It's nothing more than a bayonet seeing red, fighting to the death."

When he said this, even people like Li Zhifeng and Lu Chengtian next to him disagreed.

They are also professional soldiers, especially Lu Chengtian, who was a subordinate of Yuan Jian for a while, if he was not tricked by Meng Shaoyuan to go to Shanghai, he is still a soldier now.

It was only after they came into contact with this industry that they realized that they were completely different from soldiers in every aspect.

Especially when the bayonet sees red and you fight to the death, this situation should be avoided as much as possible.

"District Chief Meng." Yuan Jian continued: "I was also in charge of military intelligence work before. To put it bluntly, it is nothing more than a careful analysis based on the enemy's dynamics, combined with the situation on the battlefield, and the intelligence personnel's investigation. It's no big deal. of."

Meng Shaoyuan didn't argue with him either: "Director Yuan, I've been to Changsha more than once, but I haven't made a good round of it yet. Why don't you go around with me?"

Yuan Jian was taken aback, why did he make such a request at this time?
He was not happy, but when Chief Xue Yue gave him a new task and a new position, he specifically explained that everything must be obeyed by Meng Shaoyuan.

So even if he didn't want to, he reluctantly nodded and agreed.

This Changsha is an ancient capital of 3000 years, with many historical sites, but Meng Shaoyuan didn't go to these places, so he let Yuan Jian accompany him in the streets and alleys.

Yuan Jian asked him what he wanted to see, Meng Shaoyuan didn't say anything, just told him that it was enough to see the customs and customs in Changsha.

At noon, Meng Shaoyuan found something to eat to fill his stomach, and Meng Shaoyuan couldn't wait to let Yuan Jian take him around.

Yuan Jian was full of doubts, what exactly does this guy want to see?
Around three o'clock in the afternoon, Meng Shaoyuan stopped at the entrance of a rice shop, and looked there for a while: "Director Yuan, there is a teahouse opposite, shall we go in and have some tea?"

Yuan Jian nodded.

Meng Shaoyuan went in, found a seat facing the street, drank tea, and bragged with Yuan Jian there, but kept looking at the rice shop across the street.

From time to time, people came in and out of the rice shop, but after a while, they came out empty-handed.

The four guys inside were chatting there, and there seemed to be nothing to do.

"Director Yuan, do we have military control over grain and rice in Changsha?" Meng Shaoyuan asked suddenly.

"Military control? It's not that easy." Yuan Jian shook his head: "Changsha Mixing is very united. Chief Xue wanted military control several times, but they were pushed away by their red faces and white faces. There is no way, these people can't move for the time being. , Changsha will be in chaos if it moves.”

"Oh."

Meng Shaoyuan pondered: "The price of rice has risen dramatically, right?"

"Excellent, these rice shops are abominable." When he said this, Yuan Jian became furious: "Everyone is hoarding goods there, and the price of rice is soaring. If I say it, they should be arrested and shot!"

Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "It's done, Director Yuan, we're too tired today, let's go back."

"That's it?" Yuan Jian couldn't figure out what he was going to do.

"I'm back, I'm back." Meng Shaoyuan said with a smile: "Tomorrow I will invite Director Yuan to drink tea and brag here!"

(End of this chapter)