When Zhang Jianghe got the appointment at home, Tang Cheng, who was waiting alone in the rented room, was struggling for time by relying on a small stove, two packets of lo-mei and a few steamed buns. Tang Cheng planned to visit the young lady Zhizi after dark, and talk to the other party about their smuggling of antiques, calligraphy and paintings from China, and this courtyard with a basement was specially prepared by Tang Cheng for the young lady.

The lo-mei and steamed buns were roasted by the stove fire and were soft and delicious, and time passed slowly in Tang Cheng's bite to eliminate these foods, the sky had just darkened, and Tang Cheng, who had been spending a few hours here, was already a little impatient. However, Tang Cheng did not leave the small courtyard immediately, according to the steps he had planned in advance, the real time to start would be at least after the early hours of the morning.

Looking down at his watch, Tang Cheng found that it was still early, except for some old house furniture in the empty room, only the small stove in front of him was left, how could he spend a few hours in the early morning! Tang Cheng, who seemed to have grass growing under his buttocks, suddenly sat up a little uneasy, and he immediately lit a cigarette in his impatientness, and in the smoke, a question suddenly flashed in Tang Cheng's mind, is his action tonight worth it?

Tang Cheng planned to visit the young lady in the middle of the night, the main purpose was to search for the Japanese woman possible antiques and paintings, but now that he thought about it carefully, Tang Cheng suddenly found that he did not seem to have the ability to transport a large number of antiques and paintings out of Nanjing. Even if you can find out where the antiques are hidden from the mouth of the Japanese woman, and then you can successfully bring them out of Nanjing City, where can you hide them?

Tang Cheng's mind flashed a series of questions, these questions were all the places he had neglected before, and now that he thought about it, it was because he had not thought it through in advance. To be honest, Tang Cheng didn't feel that antique calligraphy and painting were more important than human life, for Tang Cheng, these antique calligraphy and paintings were available or without, and the reason why he hadn't made a decision now was just because Tang Cheng had never taken the initiative to retreat.

A cigarette was half smoked, Tang Cheng, who had no clue in his heart, suddenly stopped the movement in his hand, Tang Cheng's action tonight just didn't want those antique calligraphy and paintings to be taken away by the Japanese, if the antique calligraphy and paintings that the Japanese woman might have in her hands finally returned to the Chinese, Tang Cheng's purpose tonight would be achieved. From the antique calligraphy and painting to the director who has always loved collecting antiques, Tang Cheng's eyes lit up, and he seemed to have found a way to break the situation.

When the phone rang, Secretary Yao, who had returned to the intelligence department from Zhang's house, happened to walk into the secretary's room, and Secretary Yao was not the only one working overtime in the secretary's room, but the person who answered the phone immediately turned his head to look at Secretary Yao, who was taking off his coat. The commissioner will never use the outside line to find himself, but at this time, who will call him? Secretary Yao, who took off his coat, subconsciously glanced out the window, and when he took the phone, he was still wondering who would call him.

"Uncle Yao, don't talk yet, listen to me." Finally heard Secretary Yao's voice on the phone, Tang Cheng in the phone booth on the street roared and told Secretary Yao what he had planned on the phone. "Uncle Yao, I can tell you, if this Japanese woman is let go, I don't know how many of our Chinese babies have been taken to Japan by this damn Japanese woman. Uncle Yao, the Intelligence Department is a military agency dedicated to the Japanese intelligence personnel of the other side, but I feel that the Intelligence Department also has the obligation to ensure that our Chinese treasures are not stolen by the Japanese. ”

When Tang Cheng said the last sentence, he actually got goosebumps from this sentence, and Secretary Yao on the other end of the phone couldn't help coughing when he heard it. "That's okay, you wait where you are, the director hasn't gotten off work yet, I'll ask the director what he means, and I'll call you back later." The Commissioner likes to collect antiques, and not too many people know about it, but among these too many people, it does not include Secretary Yao, the director's confidant.

"Seat, Tang Cheng just called me!" Secretary Yao knocked on the door and entered the director's office, and the director who was reading the documents looked up and saw Secretary Yao cautiously looking left and right at the door. "Tang Cheng said that Sun Cheng's wife is a Japanese woman, and from the information he has now, this Japanese woman is not a Japanese intelligence agent, but a member of a Japanese non-governmental organization." Secretary Yao's words really aroused the interest of the director, and at the director's motion, Secretary Yao continued.

"Tang Cheng said that the real purpose of this Japanese non-governmental organization is to collect antique calligraphy and paintings from China in various names and smuggle them back to Japan, and he called to prevent the Japanese woman from leaving Nanjing with Chinese antique calligraphy and paintings, and the kid said that he could do this himself, but he wanted us to help deal with the follow-up matters." While paying attention to the director's reaction, Secretary Yao said what Tang Cheng had just meant, and at the same time, he also added some content to it.

"That kid is a monkey, and he can't be idle every day!" After listening to Secretary Yao's words, the director threw the pen in his hand on the table, got up and stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back for a while, and then turned to look at Secretary Yao. "In this matter, you personally bring someone over, and tell that kid after you are done, stop a little for a while, and don't look for trouble for me before leaving Nanjing, otherwise I will take back Zhang Jianghe's order."

The director's words were full of helplessness, but Secretary Yao didn't dare to think so, but not everyone could be called that kid by the director. Secretary Yao left the director's office, and when he returned to the secretary's office, he immediately called a few cronies, but he only remembered it at this time, and said that he would call Tang Cheng back later, but when he hung up the phone, he didn't know Tang Cheng's phone number, what should I do?

Secretary Yao will be like an ant on a hot pot, who expected Tang Cheng to call again, pick up the phone and confirm that it was Tang Cheng on the other end of the phone, Secretary Yao can be regarded as relieved. Knowing that his plan had been acquiesced in by the director, Tang Cheng in the phone booth was secretly happy, even if after this matter was over, all the antique calligraphy and paintings that had been seized belonged to the director, then Tang Cheng was also happy in his heart, at least not cheaper to the Japanese.

What's more, Tang Cheng gave the director a big gift for nothing, and when he or Zhang Jianghe made mistakes and offended people in the future, the director at least had to say a fair word for himself. As a result, Tang Cheng didn't feel that if he handed over this matter, there would be any loss on his side. After waiting in place for a while, Secretary Yao finally rushed over with someone, and after a few words of greeting, Tang Cheng took them to the courtyard he had rented in advance.

"I was going to ask the Japanese woman here, this yard was originally a place for grocers to store their goods, and there was a basement in the yard. Since you are here, and the director has agreed to my plan, after I get the people out, you can simply take them back to the headquarters for interrogation. That Japanese woman is not an intelligence agent, and it is absolutely impossible for her to be trained in interrogation, so you only need to scare her, and you may be able to get the information you need. ”

Tang Cheng said it easily, but Secretary Yao, who had never done extortion, was still a little worried, and Tang Cheng saw this, so he had to retract his previous words. There are many people, and time seems to pass quickly, and before you know it, the time is approaching midnight. "Okay, I'll go by myself, if you're in a hurry, why don't you tidy up the basement in the yard first, and we'll ask the Japanese woman in this basement later."

Seeing that the time was almost up, Tang Cheng, who had changed into a black suit, left the small courtyard alone, followed the route he had planned a long time ago, and moved quickly towards Sun Cheng's residence. In total, it was only ten minutes away, and Tang Cheng was running at full speed, but it was only a cigarette, and Tang Cheng had already appeared under the wall of Sun Cheng's residence. Tang Cheng, who had already been here once, climbed over the fence with a familiar car, avoided the two sets of nursing homes, and quietly climbed up to the window sill on the second floor with flying claws.

Sun Cheng, who died of illness, has been buried, and Hirota Zhizi, who pretended to be husband and wife with Sun Cheng, is already Sun Cheng's surviving person at this moment. Sun Cheng had no children and no other relatives in Nanjing, so Guangtian Zhizi naturally became the legal heir to all of Sun Cheng's estates. When Tang Cheng climbed up to the second floor along the rope, Hirota Zhizi, who was separated by a wall, did not sleep, and Hirota Zhizi, who always felt that something was wrong but did not find the slightest clue, would be taking stock of the property left by Sun Cheng.

Sun Cheng needed a lot of money to make friends with many high-ranking officials and nobles in the military and government, and if it weren't for the smuggling business, Sun Cheng might have been unable to make ends meet. Hirota Zhizi knew that the smuggling business was very profitable, so she naturally would not choose to give up the smuggling business that she had already done, but Sun Cheng's account book records were too chaotic, and Hirota Zhizi had not completely sorted out the clue after two days of tidying up. Hirota Zhizi, who was busy, suddenly smelled a strange fragrance, and after a few breaths, he suddenly felt that his limbs were weak and his eyes were clouded, and the whole person collapsed in front of the table.

Tang Cheng, who succeeded in releasing the incense, immediately pushed open the window and jumped into the room, first confirming that Hirota Zhizi had been put down by the incense, and then Tang Cheng began to rummage through the secret compartment and safe in the room. "Uncle Yao, the person has been handed over to you, whether you kill or release, it's all up to you by the way." Hirota Zhizi, who was tied with a blanket and rope like a pork roll, was handed over by Tang Cheng to Secretary Yao and others, Yan Ming Hirota Zhizi was just stunned by the smoke, and Tang Cheng said that he would not participate in the next thing.

Secretary Yao saw that Tang Cheng came back empty-handed, and he would never have thought that Tang Cheng had found not only a dozen gold bars and a few high-quality jadeites from Sun Cheng's residence, but also more than 5,000 US dollars in cash. Tang Cheng, who has already benefited from it, will naturally not participate in the next thing, and the antique calligraphy and painting that cannot be sold are naturally not as good as cash.