strictlysupreme Chapter 33 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 6
Chapter 33 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 6
New to Shanghai?
It's your first time leaving home.
Wen Zhao chuckled inwardly; this young lady's pretense was far too half-hearted.
That excessively beautiful face is unforgettable.
If she continues to act so recklessly, her identity may be exposed at any time.
But he couldn't say these words at that moment.
Moreover, what is she trying to do by having someone she's only met once find her a place?
Is there something dirty to deal with, or is the house being used as a guise to mislead others?
Wen Zhao's mind raced with conflicting thoughts, but he didn't hesitate to give an address.
This place was rented by a comrade through Zhang Er a few days ago. This time, he was going to arrange for this comrade to deliver that half-dollar bill out of Shanghai, so he could leave this room empty and sublet it to Ling Yi without arousing suspicion.
Thus, her presence here has an explanation.
Regardless of what she does next, she will be under their surveillance.
"Thank you." Ling Yi smiled and pushed out a small yellow croaker: "Consider this my rent."
Nowadays, a villa in Shanghai costs only a few dozen silver dollars a month, and this little yellow croaker can rent that house for a whole year and still have some money left over.
Wen Zhao squinted at Ling Yi and accepted the small yellow fish that was pushed in front of him.
The moment he moved, a small inch of skin was faintly revealed from inside his sleeve, still showing the features of a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties.
It must be said that Wen Zhao's disguise was impeccable.
His disguise was impeccable, whether in terms of gait, shoulder width, build, age, accent, or appearance. Even if someone were to examine him in person, they would not be able to find anything unusual unless he was completely naked.
But who could blame him when the person sitting in front of him was someone who could recognize even his soul?
Thus, his disguise became a source of amusement for Lingyi as she observed the peep show.
Poor humans, their disguise is flawless, yet they are still manipulated by artificial intelligence.
"And one more thing." After scrutinizing Wen Zhao, Ling Yi made her second request: "Find an opportunity to kill Zhang Er."
Since Zhang Er's matter concerns Wen Zhao's secret, it would be inappropriate for her to take action now.
So, do your own thing.
"No matter which side you're on, this guy meets the standard for eliminating traitors. Let him die."
Wen Zhao nodded: "Okay."
He waited a few more moments, and seeing that Ling Yi had no further requests, he stood up, adjusted his hat to indicate his farewell, and walked out of the room step by step, facing Ling Yi.
Throughout the entire ordeal, his gun was always warily aimed at Ling Yi.
Only after the door closed did Ling Yi's face reveal a slightly amused smile.
Wen Jingshan is loyal to the new government, but the son he found is of unknown identity.
That was absolutely hilarious.
Which side is he on?
Ling Yi leisurely swept the money into her bundle, then pushed open Zhang Er's door and left.
She wasn't in a hurry to find out. Secrets are more interesting when they're revealed little by little, aren't they?
When Ling Yi arrived at the new residence that Wen Zhao had told her about, and Zhang Er woke up from his coma, Wen Zhao also arrived at a safe house that only he knew about.
He checked the few marks he had left behind when he left, and after finding nothing amiss, he looked around and pushed the door open.
Inside the room, he pressed a hidden compartment behind the wardrobe and took out the radio.
Wen Zhao placed a grenade next to the radio, then switched off the safety on his gun. He put on his headset and began sending a message to headquarters.
“The ‘goods’ have been obtained. We will escort the abacus home.”
A message was sent to the Northwest, thousands of miles away, and Wen Zhao's expression showed more joy.
A few days ago, when he arrived in Shanghai, he arrested a Japanese spy who had appeared in the Northwest. After a thorough interrogation, he learned that the man was the leader of the mountain intelligence group.
While uncovering the entire network of spies on the mountain, Wen Zhao also learned that the mountain had bribed a mole within the new government.
The mole was hired by the English, but was lured by money from the mountain to carry out covert surveillance as a supplement to overt surveillance.
This hidden thread may not be that important to the Japanese, but it is extremely important to the Northwest or the mountain city.
With this mole around, they can get information about the new government's next steps in betraying the country, and even the whereabouts of some high-ranking officials, so they can carry out anti-traitor actions.
For safety reasons, this important mole must not make lateral contact with Wen Zhao, so as not to expose itself and implicate Wen Zhao.
Wen Zhao's identity is too special; he is an insider with the potential to infiltrate the core of the new government. Such an important identity must not be exposed because of a mole.
Therefore, headquarters decided to first send the activation mole token back to headquarters, and then have headquarters resend it to other comrades in Shanghai.
Although this method is cumbersome, it ensures Wen Zhao's identity security to the greatest extent.
Even if news leaks out in the future, the enemy will only know that headquarters took action personally, and will never know the role played by Wen Zhao, the eldest son of a high-ranking official in the new government.
"The message has been received. Comrade Bianzhou, please be careful."
Before long, the telegram came back from the other side.
Wen Zhaomo memorized the codebook and translated the message onto paper.
He stared at the paper for a long time, then lit it with a match in the ashtray, poured water in, and stirred the ashes to finish.
After putting the radio back in the hidden compartment along with the grenade and pistol, Wen Zhao got up and left.
After changing rickshaws several times and walking through a few alleys, Wen Zhao returned to his temporary lodgings, wearing the same suit he wore last night.
The suit had been tainted by his drunken stench last night, carrying the smell of a hangover.
Wen Zhao put the clothes on expressionlessly, then drank all the wine in the room, lay down on the bed fully clothed, and fell into a deep sleep.
When Wen Jingshan sent people to find this place, they found the young master still hungover.
They exchanged a few awkward glances, then, remembering the master's instructions, gritted their teeth and stomped their feet to lift Wen Zhao up and put him in the carriage.
Wen Zhao had woken up the moment they entered the door, but he only opened his eyes half-asleep when he was being helped into the car.
Upon seeing those people, a flash of panic crossed his eyes before he said resentfully, "Did he send you?"
"Get out of the way, let me off the bus!"
The person sitting next to him saw that he was about to jump out of the car and quickly held him down, coaxing him until he stopped making a scene.
Wen Jingshan was so worried that he almost got blisters on his lips after his son left home last night and never came back.
He only has one son. If something really happens to him, there won't even be anyone to break the pot when he passes away!
He let his concubine's soft hand caress his chest, but the moment his unsteady footsteps sounded, he suddenly pushed her away.
"What happened to you?" He frowned, looking at Wen Zhao, who was dazed at his feet. "You didn't come home last night. Where have you been gallivanting off to again!"