The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Chapter 59 Intelligence
Of course, in addition to the clothes, daily necessities, etc. that you need.

Jiang Cheng also took his butler Yang Xin to Xinmin's commercial street to buy some gifts.

There is a saying: The more courtesy you give, the less blame you will get.

After all, I was invited to live in the Governor's Mansion this time, so I had to take care of all the men and women in the mansion.

Especially for Mr. and Mrs. Zhang who are about to get married, we should show our best care.

However, after he robbed Wan Yuanchang last time, he was not short of money and did not care much about the price when buying things. Yang Xin could not help but wonder where this young master had made such a fortune.

After buying almost everything in the market, Jiang Cheng asked Yang Xin to find someone to write a gift list and set off first.

He went alone to Laishun Inn, the largest inn in the city.

The summers in Northeast China are short, and the winters are relatively long and much colder.

Merchants who "go to Guandong" all rush to do business in the hot summer, which is also the busiest time for inns and even coach houses.

There were water troughs lined up at the gate for horses to drink from. A few shirtless young men were taking care of the animals and chatting loudly with all sorts of accents from all over the country.

Jiang Cheng didn't care. He put his hands in his pockets, stroked the two silver dollars and walked straight into the door.

It was almost noon, and the entire front hall of the inn was packed with guests - but judging by their attire, they were mostly peddlers, and there wasn't even one person who looked a bit noble.

He was wearing casual clothes today, so people naturally wouldn't be impressed by him.

"Where did this person go?"

"Is there not even a decent person to support us?"

"Food, please serve the food here quickly..."

The men who came to eat were shouting and shouting, and they ordered the two waiters around so hard that they couldn't move their feet.

With so many people around, there was naturally a lot of noise and the whole store was bustling with noise; the smell of alcohol and food mixed with the stench of sweat from the men made Jiang Cheng a little intoxicated.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Jiang?"

The fat boss, who was helping to filter wine and pack peanuts behind the counter, immediately came forward to greet Jiang Cheng when he saw him.

"What a distinguished guest you are... How come you have time to come to my little shop today?"

Seeing his fearful look, Jiang Cheng still kept his face straight: "Boss Zhao, I think your business is good!"

After what happened last time, Zhao Laishun dared not speak nonsense, and nodded and bowed quickly, saying: "This is all thanks to you! Ah no no no... It is thanks to all the military officers that we can do business steadily!"

This wasn't exactly a compliment.

Recently, Mongolian bandits have been causing trouble everywhere around the provincial capital. There was also an incident on Daliushe Street. Under the command of Jiang Lanxuan, the 10th Regiment has been strictly defending, and the public security in Xinmin has indeed improved a lot.

"Haha, Boss Zhao is quite sensible!"

Looking around, he saw that some people were looking at him curiously. Jiang Cheng winked at him and turned to go upstairs, as if he was going back home.

Hurrying up to follow, Zhao Laishun couldn't help but groan as soon as he entered the door: "Oh my Lord Jiang, what are you planning to do to me again?"

"Our store was stolen by you and Staff Officer Gao a few days ago. We haven't had any customers for a while—"

"It took me a while to get the stall up and running. You..."

As he was talking too much, Jiang Cheng pulled out Browning from his waist and slammed it on the table, scaring the poor Boss Zhao so much that he almost knelt down on the spot.

"Boss Zhao, you are really amazing!"

Jiang Cheng's words were cold and stern. "I told you to report to me every three days about the big and small things in the city, but you haven't come for five or six days!"

"Why, are you waiting for me to come and ask you for advice?" Zhao Laishun waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, I don't dare! It's just... it's just that I really don't know what you want to know about the city!"

It is understandable that he said this.

It is possible that this group of ordinary people who have never worked in intelligence work will not be able to choose important tasks for a while.

But Jiang Cheng couldn't let him off this time, so he slammed the table, stood up, and grabbed his ear: "Bullshit!"

"I asked the senior staff officer to tell you to report everything, no matter how big or small it is... How dare you disobey my orders?"

The short and fat boss grimaced in pain but did not dare to move. Instead, he said in fear and trepidation: "Hey, this! I'm obedient, little one, little one..."

"Tie the pillar, tie the pillar!"

After begging for mercy several times, Zhao Laishun hurriedly shouted to the shop assistant to bring up the yellow account book.

Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows and let go of his ear. The old man's legs were so weak that he rolled over and crawled. He quickly turned around and brought back a stack of thick yellow paper booklets.

"Master, my Master Jiang, I'm really not doing anything, I'm just telling you, I really don't know what to report to you."

Jiang Cheng took the page with a bad temper and soon went a little crazy.

The old man's handwriting is pretty good, but as a modern man, even though he has adapted to traditional Chinese characters for some time, he still has some difficulty reading them.

That would be fine, but the key point is what the hell is recorded here?

Gossip about other people...

From the widow Wang in the north of the town who was having an affair with Zhang the woodcutter, to the shopkeeper Wang in Chaishi Lane who got married just three days after his wife died, to the gopher and the silly boy Erxiao who were missing in the vegetable garden, to even the lost cows and dogs, everything was recorded.

What is all this mess?

Jiang Cheng smacked his lips: "All trivial matters?"

"Nothing serious at all?"

Lifting my eyelids and looking back - the fat boss over fifty years old is what modern people say, with a look of clear stupidity in his eyes.

Of course, he knew that he was doing well in business and was definitely not as foolish as he appeared to be. However, Jiang Cheng also realized that it was a bit confusing to ask him to do "intelligence work".

But then again, he really does his best... Just for this reason, he is better than many of his subordinates.

Being aware of every detail has its advantages, as he recorded almost all the information he could find about the big and small events in the city.

Jiang Cheng quickly filtered out two important pieces of information:

First, after Cai Junheng left, the higher-ups would definitely send someone to investigate:

The four-man team that had stayed there earlier came with spears and horses. During the two days they stayed at the inn, they went out to wander around almost every day during daybreak and did not return until the inn closed at night.

Jiang Cheng cursed inwardly, sweat breaking out on his back: The person has not been caught, and he cannot be caught.

Xinmin is one of the transportation hubs connecting the southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest of Feng Province. In order to facilitate future development, no matter how much Jiang Lanxuan strengthened his vigilance, he did not excessively block the traffic.

The second one is good news.

He suspected that the Zongli Socialist Party members active in the city must have escaped.

On the night Wan Yuanchang was arrested, there was a thief in the store.

The man went straight to the room where Wan Yuanchang had lived, and stole nothing except two floor tiles.

(End of this chapter)