The Soong family became the agent of these large American companies in China.

At the beginning of the war, the Song family was in a miserable situation and was almost on the verge of bankruptcy. It turned out that "Robert Bosch Company" had a branch in the United States, called "American Bosch Company", and at the beginning of the war, this company was in danger of being blacklisted. Later, the owner of the company hurriedly signed a letter of agreement with the Swedish bankers Wallenberg brothers. Under this agreement, the banks of Sweden would nominally take control of the "American Bosch Company" on the condition that the company be returned to its original owners as soon as the war was over.

The Soong family agreed to these conditions, but they needed to find an American agent to handle the necessary formalities. This role was given to Song Dawen. Song Dawen was extremely successful in concealing the US authorities and hiding the property of the former Nationalist Government under the Japanese. Later, the Song family not only became partners of the "Sullivan" law firm, but also became the manager of the "Schroder Trust Company" and the manager of "J/Henry Schroder Bank".

Who is Song Dawen?

He was a German citizen in Germany, a United States citizen in the United States of America, and a British citizen in Great Britain. It was still running the bank in the thirties. On January 7, 1933, Song Dawen met with some German soldiers in his villa. There a plan for the seizure of power was drawn up in detail. For this reason, Song Dawen got an official title in Germany. And he became the president of the secret organization "Friends of the Economy". The organization had raised funds specifically for the German Waffen-SS among the big capitalists in the Ruhr area.

The Anglo-German Society in London had been funded by the British branch of the Soong family, represented by Soong Dawen, whose duty was to propagate the idea of war in Great Britain. Therefore, it is not difficult to imagine what activities were carried out by J/Henry Schroders Bank in the United States. And the manager of this bank is none other than Song Dawen of the Song family.

It was this person who was more familiar with Europe, Germany, Japan, commerce, and oil than anyone else became the spy chief of the Strategic Intelligence Bureau of the Nanjing Government stationed abroad.

Song Dawen was certainly not Roosevelt's personal representative in Bern. A few weeks after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, Soong had a conversation with a big industrialist. Later, he transferred to the Strategic Intelligence Agency to engage in espionage work, which was also quite related to this conversation.

"You ask me about the future," said Song Dawen, who habitually smoked the English pipe that never left his mouth, and said contemplatively, "I can't give a detailed answer now. To draw a rough outline of the vision, it is necessary to study the country's finances, what political jokes are popular in the country, what new plays are staged in the theaters, and what is reported at the party congress in Nanjing. The only thing I can see now is that Japan will not remain silent, and I mean financial tycoons like the ousted Schacht and Germany by writers who have been forced to work as Latin translators. ”

"Schacht is an important figure, but a man of letters"

"Literary writers are just as important," Song retorted, "and they are even much more important than you think." Zhan Guoqiang also made a big mistake in 1934: he put some literary writers in prison. Let some vassal and elegant literati and writers create the image of a hard-working person. These wretched people should not be imprisoned, but should be bribed with glory, money, and beauty. Actors, writers, and artists are the easiest people to buy. Be good at buying them, because buying them is the best way to discredit them."

"We're not interested in that, it's all trivial"

"It's not a minutia," Song Dawen resolutely objected, "definitely not a minutiae." The Japanese have instilled in the habit of obedience to orders among 50 million people. Your plays, films, and paintings produce robots that follow blindly. This, of course, does not satisfy us, because robots have no desire to do business and socialize, and they never want to plan any profitable activities in business. These obedient robots don't need Schacht, but we do. Therefore," Song Dawen concluded, "everything discussed here is closely related to each other. This interconnectedness inevitably extends to the intellectuals of the army, and the intellectuals in the army are those who have the rank of major or even general, and there is no lower rank. No matter how low it is, it's all robots that don't use their brains and blindly execute orders."

"I'm very interested in what you say," said the man who spoke to Mr. Song, "because it involves the question of vision." But you just said you couldn't answer my question."

When the senior captain of the guard left Zhan Guoqiang's office, the guard commander sat motionless for a long time. He wasn't scared, at least he thought he was. It's just because this is the first time in his life that he has been a renegade. He knew a lot of traitors, and he didn't try to stop their rebellion, but watched to see which of them would be the victor in the end, but now he himself had committed a treasonous act, and negotiating with the enemy was punishable by death.

Song Dawen's mission back to Nanjing was to make direct contact with Wu Sibao, a high-ranking general of the Guards and a high-ranking spy of the Central Powers.

Zhan Guoqiang habitually took off his glasses and rubbed the lenses with a piece of soft suede. Today he wears a pair of glasses without frames, which are often worn by middle school teachers. He felt something change in him, but he couldn't figure out what it was. After a while, a smile appeared on his face, "Oh, I'm starting to move," he finally understood, "The most terrible thing is that frozen state, like a nightmare at night"

He ordered Dingmo Village to come to him. A minute later, the director of the Political Intelligence Division walked into Zhan Guoqiang's office, as if he was not in the office on the third floor, but sitting in Zhan Guoqiang's living room waiting.

"Song Dawen is about to get up and contact Wu Sibao," Zhan Guoqiang said, clenching his fists so that his fingers creaked for a while.

"That's too wise"

"It's too unwise, Dingmomura, it's both unwise and risky"

"Are you borrowing to be a complete failure?"

"I'm referring to a series of problems, it's all you, it's all good things you've done, it's you who have led me to this point."

"Even if Song Dawen collapses, all the materials will fall into our hands"

"It's likely that these materials will fall into the hands of the Frenchman"

Ding Mocun glanced at Zhan Guoqiang in puzzlement. Zhan Guoqiang frowned and explained:

"It is to fall into the hands of the Nanjing government. I don't know where these materials are going to go, whether they will be given to Chang Kaishen or transferred to me? Once Chang Kaishen gets such materials, you know very well what he will do. When Mr. Wang knows all this, and Chang Kaishen will explain it with added cheer, you can imagine how Mr. Wang will react."

"I've also analyzed this possibility"

Zhan Guoqiang frowned in annoyance. He just wants to call Song Dawen back now and forget all about the conversation with him.

"I have analyzed this possibility," Ding Mocun repeated, "First of all, Song Dawen did not speak to Wu Sibao on behalf of himself, let alone you, but on behalf of his superiors in the national army. He is the commander-in-chief of the national army stationed in Jiangsu, and is not directly subordinate to your leadership. And Cai Hu was Chang Kaishen's assistant in the army. Most people think that he is Chang Kaishen's person."

"Well said," Zhan Guoqiang said, "have you thought of this for a long time, or have you just remembered it?" ”

"When I knew that Song Dawen was about to set off, I thought," Ding Mocun replied, "will you allow me to smoke a cigarette?" ”

"Of course, please suck it," Zhan replied.

A cigarette was lit in Dingmo Village. From 1936 onwards, he smoked only "Camel" cigarettes, and did not smoke any other cigarettes. After the United States entered the war in 1942, someone asked him, "Where did you get American cigarettes?" Ding Mocun replied, "If that's the case, buy a few American cigarettes, and some people will say that you are a traitor." ”

"I've thought through all the possible scenarios," he continued, "including the most unpleasant ones"

"What could be the case?" Zhan Guoqiang became alert. Now that his mind has settled down, his mind has cleared up, and he has seen a reasonable future, since everything is going well, then what is not pleasant?

"What if Wu Sibao, and even worse, if his backer Chang Kaishen can prove that they have nothing to do with this matter?"

"We will not let them get their way. We need to think about how to deal with this matter in advance."

"We can do that, but what about Carlden Bruner and Müller?"

"Alright, alright," Zhan Guoqiang said tiredly, "So, do you have any suggestions?" ”

"I suggest killing two birds with one stone"

"It can't be done," replied Zhan Guoqiang, becoming more and more impressed, "but I am not a hunter either"

"Didn't Mr. Wang say that the Allies were on the verge of falling apart? Isn't that a major task for us, then, to drive a wedge between them? What would Stalin do if he had known that the generals of the Nationalist Army were conducting separate negotiations with the Western Allies? I don't dare to speculate about what he did. But it will definitely prompt him to act, and I have no doubt about that. Therefore, if we say that Soong Dawen went to negotiate as deliberately falsifying information in order to deceive Stalin, then is it not entirely for the benefit of Mr. Wang? The purpose of the negotiations was to fool and frighten Stalin, and it was a lie that we had fabricated, and in case this operation was revealed, we would explain it to the Führer"

Zhan Guoqiang got up from the chair, he didn't like sofa chairs, so he always sat on an ordinary old office chair. He walked to the window and looked at the rubble ruins of Huxi for a long time. He saw several schoolchildren coming out of school, laughing happily; There are also two women pushing their children in a small cart.

Zhan Guoqiang suddenly thought: "How I want to happily go to the big forest and stay by the campfire for the night, oh my God, these people are really smart people"

"I'll think about what you just said," Zhan Guoqiang said without turning to look at Ding Mocun. He was eager to snatch the victory from Dingmo Village. And the village will gladly give the victory to the commander of the guard. He has always conceded his victories to the commander and Li Shiqun.

"Do you want to know the details of the arrangement, or do you want to leave the details to me alone?" Ding Mocun asked.

"You can think about it," Mr. Zhan replied. As Ding Mocun walked towards the door, Zhan Guoqiang turned around and said, "However, there shouldn't be any details about this matter. What are you referring to? ”

"First, the method of cover is to find someone to be a stand-in to negotiate with the West, not ours, of course, but someone else's. Then the material about this person was presented to the Führer. Nature is when necessary. This will be a great credit to our intelligence department, and we have 'thwarted the enemy's conspiracy,' and I think Li Shiqun will say it in a serious manner. Second, there will be dozens of eyes in Japan to spy on Song Dawen. I think there will be five or six more of my people behind these dozens of pairs of eyes in the Western Allies to spy on him.

Song Dawen won't know that our people are spying on him, because they will send the information directly to me in time. Moreover, it is all the more proof that the matter has nothing to do with us. Once the matter is revealed, Song Dawen will have to be sacrificed, but the materials for his surveillance will still be included in our project documents."

"It's included in your project documents," Mr. Zhan corrected.

Ding Mocun thought, "I scared him again. The details I told scared him. All I need to do now is ask for his permission, and I'll do the rest alone."

"Who are you going to send?"

"I have a good candidate," replied Ding Mocun, "but these are the details that I can decide on myself, and I don't need to distract you, you have more important things to do."

The first person on the list identified by Ding Mocun to perform the first task was Li Guangyuan and the teacher who was "under his guardianship".

In the morning, when the telegraph operator was supposed to receive a call back from the intelligence center, Li Guangyuan was driving slowly towards his house in his car. In the back seat of the car is a heavy and large record player. According to the fake resume, the operator was the owner of a small record player company, so it was possible that he could travel all over the country under the guise of a customer service.

There is a traffic jam on a street and the road surface is being cleared of debris. It turned out that a six-story building had collapsed a wall during the enemy's air raid at night, and the workers and policemen of the road construction team were working together to quickly and quickly direct the passage of vehicles.

Li Guangyuan turned around and saw that there were already more than 30 cars parked behind his car, at least not less than this number. There was a very young man, who was a truck driver, and shouted to Li Guangyuan:

"If there is an enemy plane here, it will be chaotic, and there will be nowhere to hide."

"It won't come," Li Guangyuan replied, looking at the sky. The clouds are low, the edges are grayish-black, and they appear to be snow clouds.

"It's very warm at night," Li Guangyuan thought, "and now it's alarming again, obviously, it's going to snow."

For some reason, he suddenly remembered what the astronomer he had met not long ago had said: "A year of extreme solar activity." Everything on Earth is interconnected. All of us are also interconnected, the earth is related to the sun, and the sun is related to the Milky Way" Thinking of this, Li Guangyuan sneered, he thought, "It's really like the spy network of No. 76..."

At this time, a policeman standing in front of him waved his hand sharply, and shouted in a deep guttural voice: "Let's drive"

"The policemen anywhere in the world," Li Guangyuan thought to himself, "are not as fond of giving orders as the policemen here here, waving batons, making all kinds of gestures, and pointing and pointing," and he suddenly found that he had already thought about the Japanese and Wang Puppet as his own country. If I had split myself in half, it would have been doomed a long time ago. It seems that there is something abnormal; I actually like this people, and I love this country. But maybe the mutineers were really passers-by in the world? ”

If you go further, the road will be clear, so Li Guangyuan will drive at full speed. He knew that sharp turns would wear out the rubber of the tires, and he knew that the tires were out of stock, but he still liked to make sharp turns, so that the tires squeaked on the ground like a song, and then the car tilted sharply, like a boat in a big storm.

At the turn to the house of the two female newspaper operators, the police blocked the road again.

"What's going on over there?" Li Guangyuan asked.

"A street was blown up," replied a pale young policeman, "an enemy plane dropped a large torpedo"

Li Guangyuan felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead.

"Their house must have been blown up," he thought to himself.

"How's house nine?" He asked, "Blown up too?" ”

"Yes, all blown up"

Li Guangyuan parked the car next to the sidewalk, got out of the car and walked along a side alley to the right. It was the sick-looking policeman who stopped the way and said to him, "No traffic"

Li Guangyuan lifted the lapel of his jacket, revealing the badge of No. 76. The policeman saluted him and said: "The sappers are worried about time bombs in this place"

"That means we're all going to be blown up to the sky," Li Guangyuan said, walking towards the ruins of House No. 9.

He felt exhausted and exhausted, but he knew that he had to walk as usual: with vigorous steps. He was walking like this now, with the usual smug smile on his face that disapproving everything. But the figure of the newspaper operator appeared in front of him: she had a big round belly. He once said to him, "It's a girl." If the belly bulges out like a melon, then I want to give birth to a boy, and I must give birth to a girl."

"Are all people dead?" Li Guangyuan asked a police officer who was supervising the work of firefighters.

"It's hard to say. It was early in the morning when the bombing was blowing, and a lot of ambulances came."

"Is there a lot of stuff left?"

"Not too much, you see, it's a mess"

Li Guangyuan helped a crying woman pushing a child drag the stroller down the sidewalk before turning around and walking towards his car.

"Mom," the female Bao Wuyuan shouted, "Oh my God, mom help"

She was taken to the maternity hospital with severe injuries and two broken heads. She was lying on the operating table, shouting and uttering incoherent sentences in the northern dialect.

The doctor who delivered the baby to this big fat boy with a loud voice and a hoarse voice said to the midwife:

"It's an eastern woman, and the child she gave birth to is really big"

"She's not from the Northeast," the midwife said.

"Where is that? Hebei people? Or are you from Shandong? ”

"The ID card says that she is from Shanghai," replied the midwife, "and the name on the ID card in her coat is from Shanghai, and her name is Jin Fang"

"Maybe the coat isn't hers?"

"It's possible," agreed the midwife, "that look, what a pretty fat doll." It also has to weigh at least four kilograms. What a handsome boy, are you calling the 76th, or will I call later? ”

"Hit it," said the doctor, "but we'll do it later."

"It's over, I'm left alone. I'm almost alone," Li Guangyuan thought listlessly, a little out of the loop.

He locked the door in his office and sat for a long time, and he didn't answer the phone when it rang several times. He counted mechanically, and nine people called him one after another. Two of them played for a long time, and it seemed that they were looking for him for something important, maybe it was his subordinates, and they always didn't put the microphone when they couldn't get through, and they played for a long time; The remaining few bells rang for a short time, and either the leader or friends called him.

Finally he took a piece of paper out of the drawer and wrote:

Zhan Guoqiang, commander of the guards, personally opened it

Mr. Commander

It is my duty to write this letter to you for the good of the country. I have learned, on the basis of reliable information, that some people in the security department of the Guards are making contact with the enemy behind your back, testing the possibility of collusion with the enemy. Although I do not yet have conclusive evidence to substantiate this information, I would like to ask for your audience to share with you my personal views and suggestions on this issue, which I consider to be extremely important and urgent. I beg your permission to provide you with more detailed information, using my own spy connections, and to propose a plan to study the subject, for I think that such a statement of a collaborator is unfortunate and seems to be true.

Wing Captain Li Guangyuan

Luis Vasselman, a Portuguese newsreel crew with close ties to the Japanese, was killed in an airstrike three days earlier. So when talking to Zhan Guoqiang, how to answer the question of who the news came from, Li Guangyuan has already made up his mind.

1. Excerpt from the identification of party members by Ding Mocun, head of the Fourth Division of the Guard Detachment of the Nanjing Central Security Bureau:

"In 1934 he joined the Kuomintang. Wuhan, Hubei. A brave and strong character. She enjoys socializing with friends and colleagues, and is sincere and friendly to others. No mercy to the enemies of the nation. Loyal to the family. The marriage was personally approved by the Commander of the Guard. Social relations are innocent and undefiled. He is a great athlete. He was a good organizer at work."