"Seen?" Tang Zong was stunned.

A few years ago, when Geng Chaozhong was engaged in intelligence in the Northeast, he opened a watch shop, using clocks and watches to transport intelligence, which was both concealed and safe.

After recalling for a while, Dai Jiangshan remembered Tang Zong, and said with a smile:

"Yes, at that time, you hadn't been to the secret service, and at that time, our secret service was not called the secret service, it was called the secret investigation team, and this method of sending information with clocks and watches was the first thing that the sixth child first used."

Tang Zong was also overjoyed, and said with a smile: "It is estimated that Yun Wei has put a lot of effort into getting in touch with us, but now it's okay, if we get in touch in the future, we will have a foundation in Japan!" ”

But he was noncommittal, if Yun Wei was still lurking in the special high class, it would be quite valuable, but now it seems that he is just a small policeman of a Japanese police agency, even if he is contacted, what can he do?

After a while, a young man with a delicate face came running over with a set of tools for dismantling watches, this is a special talent specially trained by the secret service - in order to lurk, many people have trained other professions, and this young man's supernumerary job is a watchmaker.

"Do it, be careful, don't break the parts!" Tang Zong commanded.

The young man was busy for a while, and he could see that the business was not very skilled, but it took more than half an hour, and finally the watch was opened, he opened the interlayer of the pocket watch dial and the machine spring, and carefully took out a thin piece of straw paper with tweezers from the inside, the straw paper was very thin, and was folded into small squares, he took out the straw paper, handed it to the seat, and said diligently:

"Seat, things taken out!"

Dai Jiangshan bowed his head slightly to express his satisfaction, after the guy left, he picked up this small piece of paper folded into four squares, carefully unfolded it and looked at it, sure enough, it was a secret letter, which was full of small characters, it seemed that the letter writer had really put in a lot of effort.

Tang Zong saw that the words were small, and he had already brought a magnifying glass from the side, nodded from the seat, and began to look carefully at the sun, but Tang Zong didn't dare to look at it, just waited on the side, and glanced at the face of the seat from time to time.

The seat was expressionless, and after looking at it for five or six minutes, he put down the magnifying glass and nodded:

"You guessed right, it is indeed Yun Wei, he is now a trainee inspector in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department in Japan, and he has solved a few cases not long after taking office, and now he has become a regular! Yun Wei, this kid, has some means! ”

"So, how should we use this line in the future?" Tang Zong asked.

"There's another message in the secret letter," the seat raised his head, glanced at Tang Zong, and seemed to be thinking about whether to say it, and after a while, he finally spoke:

Yun Wei investigated that the Japanese special high school should establish a secret spy school in the suburbs and counties around Tokyo to train professional spy personnel in batches, which should be to prepare for further invasion of China. Yun Wei was selected as the former retired personnel of the special high school in China. ”

"What?!" Tang Zong was taken aback, and after contemplating for a moment, he said excitedly: "Seat, this news is too important!" Once we infiltrate this spy school, I am afraid that the future movements of this group of Japanese spies will be completely controlled by us! ”

"Well," nodded slightly, "this is the reason why Yun Wei is desperate to take the risk to get the news back, he is afraid that once he is selected into the secret service, he is afraid that he will not be able to contact us for a long time." ”

"Seat, I think, we need to send someone to Japan to get a one-line contact with Yun Wei, this is a big deal, we must think of a perfect strategy!" Tang Zong said with a frown.

"Yes, and also, the group of people who were suspected in Japan last time were all withdrawn, especially those who had seen Yun Wei, who were directly transferred back to work in the Nanjing headquarters, and were not allowed to be transferred outside for ten years!" The seat opened.

"Understood," Tang Zong nodded again and again, "I'll do it!" ”

"Hmm." He nodded, his eyes were sinking like a deep pool, a complete plan was slowly taking shape in his mind, he waved his hand, sent Tang Zong away, and then began to lie on the table, pondering in detail the further operation plan of this matter - he wanted to find a way to maximize the benefits of this news!

..........

Entering the 34th year, that is, the spring of the 23rd year of the Republic of China, the days passed very quickly, and in this cold spring season, all forces seemed to be dormant, planning the movement after the spring flowers bloomed, and Geng Chaozhong's "Association for Friendship with Foreign Countries" was no exception.

After nearly two months of Zhang Luo, the clubhouse, which was renamed "Yierle Friendship Salon", finally began to take shape, and with the help of Director Hong and Yan Datong, the club soon entered the official operation stage.

Every weekend, there are foreigners from all walks of life in Beiping who come here to drink red wine, watch movies, and talk about literature and art - of course, the foreign professors of Yan University undoubtedly play a role in "enhancing cultural style" in this regard, in addition, some "beautiful and celebrity" naturally participate in it with various purposes, and Geng Chaozhong, who is well aware of the psychology of "upper class", will naturally not refuse.

Soon, the Yierle Friendship Salon became a well-known place integrating cultural exchanges, business cooperation, and searching for sons-in-law, and Mr. Zhou Xuanhe, the manager of the guild hall and the former director of the Yanda Library, naturally became a well-known "upper-class person" in Beiping.

However, in this environment, Mr. Zhou's wife, Miss Zhao, is naturally not too satisfied - she watches her newlywed Yan'er's husband very closely, and comes to check on the post from time to time, which has also become a joke in the salon.

On April 1st, coinciding with the "April Fool's Day" in the West, Geng Chaozhong was drinking and laughing with a few gentlemen and beauties in Beiping as usual:

"Don't look at the popularity of western-style buildings now, everyone dislikes the old Beiping courtyard house is old and dirty, but according to me, after seventy or eighty years, this courtyard house must be more valuable than the western-style building!"

"I don't believe it, can the courtyard catch up with the western-style building? It's ugly and inconvenient, when it comes to winter, the cold wind swishs in, who can stand it? A young man in a suit and trousers with an American style of the thirties interjected.

"Ahem, you don't know!" Geng Chaozhong glanced at the young man, "My courtyard, but it is different from other houses, this location, you must choose the best prime location, hire a French designer to engage in interior decoration, asphalt road directly into the house, the smallest area has to be 400 square meters, what is the latest bathtub, flush toilet, electric light, can be connected to him all, there is a garden on the side, there is a swimming pool in the house, there is a British housekeeper standing at the door, wearing a wig, the kind of gentleman, as soon as the guest enters the door, No matter if you have something to do, you have to talk to someone: May I help you sir? An authentic British London accent, Beier has face! ”

Geng Chaozhong was poor, causing the people around him to laugh, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to make some sense, the young man kept talking and was about to refute, when the foreman at the front desk suddenly came over and reminded Geng Chaozhong:

"Lao Zhou, your phone."

Lao Zhou, it was Geng Chaozhong who specially ordered others to call, mainly to highlight the difference, Geng Chaozhong agreed, put aside the noisy crowd, walked quickly to his office, picked up the phone, and a deep voice came from inside:

"Mr. Zhou, my surname is Tang, and the boss wants to see you, so it's downstairs."

Geng Chaozhong was a little familiar when he heard it, and then thought about it, isn't this Tang Zong's voice? Hurriedly looked down the window and saw that a young man in an overcoat was standing in front of a black car, who was it not Tang Zong?

It seems that there is no doubt that the seat in the black car is the seat, Geng Chaozhong was slightly surprised, the seat actually came to Beiping from Nanjing, and he didn't even notify him in advance, what happened?

Thinking of this, Geng Chaozhong didn't dare to slack off, hurriedly walked out, said hello to the front desk, and walked quickly downstairs.