Crossing the spy war, my code name is God of Wealth

Chapter 300 Red Peony Exposed

International Settlement, Caihe Middle Road, Laundry Bureau,

The laundry bureau was similar to a modern dry cleaning shop, and the owner was a middle-aged woman named Zhao Huaiying.

The laundry bureau's main service objects are still some guesthouses and hotels.

I wash bed sheets, quilt covers, and some uniforms, and rarely take private work.

Very few, but not absent. Some ladies or socialites have expensive clothes and are afraid that they will be damaged after washing, so they will send them here and ask someone to take care of them.

Zhao Huaiying would arrange for skillful servants to iron the clothes after washing, and some furs would also need care.

The profit from these clothes is higher than that from bed sheets and quilt covers. Often, a few sets of clothes can earn two or three dollars in maintenance fees.

This laundry shop is very famous on Caihe Middle Road. The people there work efficiently and wash things cleanly.

As usual, Zhao Huaiying sat behind the counter, counting the clothes that had been collected today and the clothes that were to be given away.

"Xiao Cao, these pieces belong to Mrs. Wang on the street. Tell her that the furs have been taken care of so she can wear them with confidence." Zhao Huaiying gave an order inside.

A little girl about fifteen or sixteen with a rosy face nodded, packed her clothes quickly, slung the basket over her shoulder, and went out.

Zhao Huaiying put down the pen in his hand and looked outside, feeling inexplicably worried.

Song Yizhen has been missing for five days. His superiors speculate that he was most likely secretly captured by the Japanese.

Song Yizhen's position is very special. In addition to his usual intelligence gathering work, he also has a list of all personnel in the underground communication station.

just in case.....

Zhao Huaiying didn't dare to think further. If that situation really happened, the intelligence network that the organization had spent so much time building would be completely destroyed.

"Miss." A young figure holding a candied haws walked in two steps at a time.

"Hey, girl, why are you here?" The little girl in front of him was the daughter of Wang the blacksmith on the street. She would come here whenever she had nothing to do.

"Auntie, an uncle just bought me a string of candied haws and asked me to give it to you." The little girl took out a piece of iron-like but not iron-like sign from her pocket.

Zhao Huaiying took the sign and was shocked.

This sign looks extremely old, with some rain falling carved on the front.

Rainwater is spiritual water.

Lingze, the supreme commander of Shanghai's underground transportation station.

No one knows Lingze's identity except Song Yizhen...

Zhao Huaiying vaguely felt that something seemed to be wrong. The day before yesterday, Lingze’s intelligence liaison officer had just issued an emergency order, and this time, Lingze actually came to convey the order himself.

Could it be that something happened to the intelligence liaison officer as well?

"Nannan, go home early and don't play on the street." Zhao Huaiying said to the little girl while holding the iron plate tightly.

The little girl nodded obediently and skipped away.

Zhao Huaiying walked to the backyard, took out the iron plate and looked at it carefully. There seemed to be a thin crack in the middle of the iron plate. Zhao Huaiying broke it with both hands and a rolled-up piece of paper appeared inside.

There was a series of numbers on the note.

Zhao Huaiying quickly took out the code book and drew the corresponding words according to the numbers.

"There is a traitor, it's dangerous, leave quickly." The series of numbers finally turned into seven words, and Zhao Huaiying's face turned pale in an instant.

Sure enough, there really was a traitor in the organization...

"Aunt Ying, I've sent the clothes to Mrs. Wang," Xiao Cao walked into the store breathlessly, wiping the sweat from her forehead while muttering, "It's so strange, there seem to be so many more stalls on the street recently."

"Even across from us, there are two or three new stalls. How much business can this place have? They are all crowded together, and they are not afraid of starving to death."

Zhao Huaiying's heart trembled unconsciously. Several stalls appeared inexplicably, there was an internal traitor, and Lingze sent a message.

All of this showed that she had been exposed.

"Xiao Cao," Zhao Huai took out a few dozen dollars from the cabinet and stuffed them into her pocket, saying, "Salaries will be paid in a few days. Here's some money for you to take. I'll distribute it to everyone in a few days."

Xiao Cao was stunned for a moment and asked curiously: "Aunt Ying, why do you still need me to pay the salary?"

"Don't ask so many questions. Remember, hide the money." Zhao Huaiying instructed Xiaocao and waved his hand to let her leave.

Taking a deep breath and trying to calm himself down, Zhao Huaiying began to sort out various information related to himself.

The first thing to do is to burn the code book. If this thing falls into the hands of the Japanese, it will be a big disaster.

Next, she carefully recalled all the details that might lead to the exposure of other comrades.

After identifying all the omissions one by one, Zhao Huaiying looked at the account book.

It records the information of all the clients, including Lingze’s intelligence liaison officer, Gu Qinghuan.

Zhao Huaiying originally wanted to burn the account books together, but then he thought that this would instead alert the enemy and make them think that there were Red Party members in the laundry bureau's account books.

There are so many employees in the laundry department, and Gu Qinghuan's identity is so conspicuous that it would be easy to find out.

Lingze didn't let Gu Qinghuan come over to deliver the message, obviously he had noticed something.

It is much better to do nothing at this time than to move around randomly....

.....

“Baked steamed buns, baked corn, baked sweet potatoes…”

The hawkers' shouts continued to ring out. In front of a snack stand on Caihe Middle Road, two agents from No. 76 were selling their wares while keeping a close eye on the laundry bureau.

"Team leader," Special Agent Sun Baogen muttered softly, "Do you think we might be hiding in the wrong place?"

"This laundry department is full of gossipy women and wives, but there are basically no men."

"Could this be the Red Party's stronghold?"

Another agent was named Li Zuping. These people were all newly trained spies by Chen Gongshu.

After team leader Lin Hengyou was defeated by Chen Yang, Li Zuping replaced Lin Hengyou and became the new team leader of the Thunder Team.

This group of people are much more professional than those young hooligans before.

At least he seemed much more natural than those people when performing surveillance and lurking missions.

"Don't talk too much nonsense. Our mission is to keep an eye on her. The investigation will be done by the people from the Mei Agency. We just need to keep an eye on the boss and don't let her get away."

Sun Baogen curled his lips and got angry when he talked about this.

The people from No. 76 were out in the street every day, exposed to the wind and rain, but the agents from the Mei Agency were arranged in the room to watch the movements of the store with binoculars.

They are both stalking, so why is there such a big difference between the two?

I was thinking about all sorts of things when suddenly, Li Zuping's voice rang out.

"Hey, why did she come out?"

Sun Baogen was slightly stunned. He looked up and saw Zhao Huaiying walking out of the shop, as if he was going somewhere.

"Team leader? She seems to be going somewhere?"

Li Zuping nodded slightly, and was about to say something when he suddenly thought, "No, her expression is not right, this is not good, she is going to run away..."