Miao Yongyi was naturally skeptical of Wang Zhenjiang's words, only a year apart, how could his brother, who had always been quiet and introverted, become what Wang Zhenjiang described in his mouth, and even called him "King Ningyan", I don't know what to do!

You must know that Miao Yongyi and Ning Zhiheng, who have been getting along like brothers for more than ten years, have a deep-rooted impression, how can they change because of just these few words.

However, he also knew that Wang Zhenjiang had no reason to deceive him, saying that these were all reminders to him to take more precautions against Ning Zhiheng, and it seemed that he would have to be more cautious in the future, after all, the situation was different now.

Miao Yongyi nodded and agreed: "I know!" I must pay attention when I get along with him in the future, but I have to leave Nanshi in a few days, and I won't spend too much time together, and I don't know if I can see each other one day in the future! ”

After the two of them finished communicating, Wang Zhenjiang repeatedly told Miao Yongyi, and then got up to leave and returned to the ward to rest, but his mind kept thinking about the content of the conversation with Miao Yongyi.

For Ning Zhiheng, Wang Zhenjiang didn't hear much from him when he was on the front line, these agents of the Military Intelligence Investigation Department were no different from ordinary soldiers on the battlefield, they would panic and be afraid, and in that special environment, they even lost their usual vigilance, and revealed a lot of information in casual conversations.

In particular, most of these officers are members of the Operations Section of the Military Intelligence Investigation Department, and they naturally have great respect for Ning Zhiheng, so Wang Zhenjiang is extremely familiar with the name Ning Zhiheng.

However, such a very influential figure in the Military Intelligence Investigation Department turned out to be Miao Yongyi's brother who grew up together, which is an extremely important piece of information for Wang Zhenjiang.

As the highest-ranking intelligence department of the Kuomintang, the Military Intelligence Investigation Department has always been synonymous with mystery, horror, and blood, and the underground party does not know much about this mysterious agency.

Because of its membership and high threshold for joining, the underground party has never been able to establish intelligence channels within the Military Intelligence Investigation Department, let alone contact a high-level person like Ning Zhiheng, but now it seems that a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is in front of him, and he must not miss it.

Two days have passed, Ning Zhiheng, who has changed into a straight suit, has walked on the streets of the Shanghai Concession, which is the most prosperous area in Shanghai, with high-rise buildings and crowded streets, which is almost the essence of the entire Shanghai, all the world's well-known banks have branches here, and is also known as the "Far East Financial Center", and the whole area gives people the feeling of fashion and prosperity.

If it weren't for the refugees crowding the street corners, it would be hard to feel even a hint of war.

He walked to the door of a coffee shop, looked at the sign at the door, made sure it was correct, and then walked in.

Refusing to greet the waiter, he went straight to an elegant cubicle, and Ji Hongyi, who had been waiting there for a long time, quickly got up.

"Team Leader!"

Ning Zhiheng motioned for him to sit down, came to sit down opposite him, and sat down.

"Is there a problem with the locations I chose?" Ning Zhiheng asked in a low voice.

Ning Zhiheng has been looking around in the concession for the past two days, preparing to find a few good footholds for his intelligence network here, so as to house so many intelligence agents.

"Team leader, now the concession is overcrowded, all the real estate is expensive, the places you chose, the price is ridiculously expensive, even the rent is a lot of expenses." Ji Hongyi reported in a low voice that he was the little boss of the Jiangbei Gang, familiar with the way, and was responsible for carrying out this work in the concession.

"I know this, but don't care about spending money, we have enough funds, we have to start as soon as possible, the price will be more and more expensive in the future!" Ning Zhiheng picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip gently, felt a little bitter, frowned and put it down, to be honest, he prefers to drink tea, but in this ten-mile field, he really can't find a good place to drink tea.

In fact, Ning Zhiheng had long expected this situation, and when he was in the Japanese occupation zone a few months ago, he also persuaded Ji Hongyi to move his subordinates into the concession as soon as possible for resettlement, and he pointed out at that time that the price of real estate in the concession would definitely rise rapidly, and the cost of resettlement would become extremely high.

Fortunately, he reminded him that those henchmen and brothers under Ji Hongyi had entered the French Concession in advance and had a good place to live.

But at that time, he never expected that a few months later, he would stay in Shanghai to lurk, at this time the French Concession and the Public Concession have become a place of refuge for Shanghai citizens, and the influx of hundreds of thousands of citizens has caused the real estate prices in the concession to soar rapidly, and now it is a little too late to intervene.

Ji Hongyi couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said again: "The price is secondary, the key is that money can't buy it, everyone values the real estate in the concession, knowing that this is a cornucopia, no one has made a move at all, and even renting a house is a little late, almost every place is crowded with refugees, and some places even convert warehouses into small apartments, there are so many of us, it's really hard to settle!" ”

Ji Hongyi has also had a headache in the past two days, although he is familiar with people here, he can't really drive these refugees to the streets, so that they have no place to hide!

"Otherwise, let You Lao Liu think of a way, if you don't believe him, I still have a few brothers, and I can all get in touch with him, what do you see?" Ji Hongyi asked in a low voice again.

"No, I said a long time ago, we still have to do this matter ourselves, and we can't fake it to others." Ning Zhiheng said categorically.

Ji Hongyi proposed to let You Lao Liu participate in this matter before, after all, in the French Concession, You Lao Liu had more ways to do it, but Ning Zhiheng didn't agree at all.

This involves the distribution of power among the Qing Gangs, and there are several branches in the Shanghai Qing Gang, each with its own sphere of influence.

Ji Hongyi's Jiangbei Gang is one of them, and its main force is north of Suzhou Creek, because the old name of Suzhou Creek was called Wusong River, so this branch is named after Jiangbei Gang.

However, since the Shanghai Incident in 1932, the Japanese in Shanghai have rapidly expanded their power in Shanghai, occupying the area on the north bank of the Suzhou Creek and dividing it into a Japanese occupation zone, forcing the Jiangbei Gang away.

At this time, the French Concession is naturally the world of Yue Sheng, the leader of the Green Gang, as long as he stomps his feet, the entire Shanghai Tang is moved, You Lao Liu, as Yue Sheng's protégé disciple, is naturally much stronger than Ji Hongyi in the French Concession.

But Ning Zhiheng was cautious and suspicious, how could he hand over such an important matter to You Lao Liu, so he categorically rejected Ji Hongyi's proposal.

As for asking other gang members to help, Ning Zhiheng would not agree, for the sake of safety, this matter can only be done by his own people.

Ning Zhiheng could only tell Ji Hongyi to step up his search for a foothold, the war would end soon, and there was not much time left for him.

The preparatory preparation for lurking is a very complicated job, and there are a lot of things that need to be dealt with, not only to ensure concealment and safety, but also to facilitate future actions and power development, and Ning Zhiheng is also quite a headache for this.

Two more days passed, and at about nine o'clock in the evening, Ji Hongyi and You Lao Liu came to Ning Zhiheng's office again.

"Captain!"

"Team Leader!"

Now Ning Zhiheng's subordinates call Ning Zhiheng very messy, and the old people who brought him from the Nanjing headquarters before are used to calling him "team leader", after all, Ning Zhiheng has not been in the spy brigade for a long time, only 20 days, and it is too late to change his words, and it seems much closer to say this.

As for the members who later joined the reconnaissance squadron, they would call him "Captain", and You Laoliu met Ning Zhiheng late, so he called him "Captain".

Now Ning Zhiheng has been transferred to the post of deputy station chief of the Shanghai Military Intelligence Station, and sometimes some of his subordinates change their names to "station chiefs," which makes Ning Zhiheng too lazy to care, and he can call him whatever he wants.

"What, what are you doing when you don't come to March Bay at night to wait for supplies to be received?" Ning Zhiheng put down the pen in his hand, looked at the two people and asked with a frown.

A few days ago, Huo Yueze crossed the Huangpu River with all the personnel, re-entered Pudong, forcibly received the warehouse during the day, and transported it all night at night, hurrying to transport materials minute by minute.

According to Huo Yueze's information, the fighting in Pudong is now becoming more and more intense, and six days ago, the Japanese really suddenly launched a landing operation in the Gaoqiao area, and they have invested a lot of strength, and they are bound to break through the defense line along the river and crush the battlefield of the Chinese right flank in this offensive.

However, I did not expect that the Chinese army had already been prepared, and set up traps in advance, not only with heavy ambushes, but also with heavy artillery units, and the final result was that the Japanese army suffered heavy losses and retreated in disgrace, and the plainclothes team that had been preparing to respond to the operation had just rushed out of Whittle's old warehouse, and suffered a devastating blow, so that the whole army was annihilated.

The failure of this landing made the Japanese more and more annoyed and angry, and in addition, the major breakthrough made on the left-wing battlefield made their arrogance more and more arrogant, so they continued to increase the intensity of the landing battle, and the situation in the Pudong battlefield became more and more critical.

In such a serious situation, all the troops on the Pudong battlefield were on the front line, and some of the sergeants who had stayed in those warehouses before were also transferred to the front line, and the entire Pudong warehouse was left unguarded.

Huo Yueze had to spend some time showing the command to drive the guards away, but now he simply opened the warehouse directly to move the materials, but Huo Yueze was rigorous, and after the warehouse was emptied, he still had to restore the seal and lock to avoid trouble in the future.

So this work was carried out very smoothly, every night Ji Hongyi and You Lao Liu were guarding the riverside, receiving supplies, and busy all night, but today they came here together for some reason.

Ning Zhiheng looked at the two of them, but he didn't notice a panicked look, so he asked lightly: "Is there something wrong with the transportation of materials?" ”

You Lao Liu hurriedly stepped forward and replied: "Captain, there is no problem with the transportation of materials, but this evening, I was called by Mr. Yue, and he said that he wanted to see you, and there were some things to talk about in person!" ”