Wang Fangxiong is not very concerned about the situation of the "mole", because it has nothing to do with him. That's the baby bump of the headquarters, the "mole" only has one-line contact with Director Mao, and it's best for others not to even ask, so as not to arouse unnecessary suspicion.

What he is concerned about now is that there are tens of thousands of communist troops stationed in Muyang, and how it is possible for the appeasement rangers to approach the core of the enemy with only 500 people. If the assassination fails, the responsibility will fall on the person in charge.

Because the operation fails, it means that the other party is prepared, and the other party is prepared, which means that you have the possibility of leaking secrets! It's really hard to say who will carry this black pot when the time comes.

Director Mao did not designate him to be specifically responsible for this matter, so Wang Fangxiong was bent on handing over this hot potato.

At that time, he will be able to move freely between trade-offs, at least when he shirks his responsibilities afterwards, he can have sufficient reasons!

- Didn't I do it? How can you blame me for something?

Wang Fangxiong paced back and forth in the office, and after a few minutes, his brow furrowed, because he thought of who to give this "potato"!

Since the Training Office was responsible for all the affairs of the Pacification Rangers during the personnel selection stage, it is reasonable to entrust this task to the Training Office in the later stage of liaison.

Office of the Training Branch.

Zhou Zhiyu leaned lazily in his chair, the training task had ended, and he could only be a light commander now, which was originally a temporary department.

As soon as the door rang, Wang Fangxiong pushed the door and walked in.

Zhou Zhiyu hurriedly stood up and said respectfully: "Stationmaster." ”

Wang Fangxiong motioned for him to sit down, smiled and said, "The groom looks pretty good!" If you want me to say, men should get married earlier, have a family, have responsibilities and responsibilities, and do things more calmly, which is conducive to removing the problem of impetuousness! - Especially for you! ”

Zhou Zhiyu: "Zhiyu has bothered you. ”

Zhou Zhiyu is now suffering words, although Pang Qingtong is married to him, but psychologically, he is very resistant to him, he is okay in front of people, but he is cold in the future. In such a state, the newlywed Yan'er, who should be as sweet as honey, is naturally as light as water, and there is no fun at all.

Wang Fangxiong greeted for a while, then returned to the point and said: "Zhiyu, don't think that the director of the training department is an idle position, if you can do your job well in this position, you will have the same chance of promotion!" ”

Zhou Zhiyu: "...... I don't quite understand what you mean. ”

Wang Fangxiong: "Let me tell you this, in the future, all the liaison work with the Appeasement Rangers will be directly responsible for the training department, and the achievements they have made in northern Jiangsu are also credited to you!" ”

Zhou Zhiyu said in surprise: "Let me be in charge of liaison with the Einsatzgruppen?" ”

Wang Fangxiong handed him a folded letterhead and said, "Yes, start today." You send this telegram now, don't use the sender, you do it yourself, this is a top-secret mission! ”

Zhou Zhiyu opened the letterhead and read it, and said, "Stationmaster, who is the No. 1 target?" ”

Wang Fangxiong: "I don't know exactly what the situation is. You just need to remember one thing, don't ask about superfluous things, and within the scope of your duties, keep the work entrusted to you absolutely confidential, it is enough! ”

Zhou Zhiyu: "Yes! ”

Wang Fangxiong nodded and said, "Go ahead, I have already said hello to the telecommunications office, and all the receiving and sending messages to and from the Appeasement Rangers will be completed by you personally, and no one else has the right to contact them!" ”

Zhou Zhiyu didn't know Wang Fangxiong's thoughts, he thought that he was going to be silent for a while in Shanghai, but he didn't expect to be entrusted with a heavy task so soon, which made him feel extremely comfortable.

When he came to the telecommunications office, in a separate compartment, Zhou Zhiyu put on headphones, took out the letterhead from his arms, and began to send messages according to the contents on it.

Ten minutes later, when the message was sent, he took out a lighter from his pocket and prepared to burn the letterhead, but when he looked around, there was no suitable utensil.

Wanting someone to bring an ashtray or something, but feeling a little troublesome, he took the letterhead into his arms and prepared to go back to his office and burn it again.

Walking out of the telecommunications office, he met Ji Lieyun, the new chief of the second section.

Ji Lieyun: "Director Zhou, I heard that you are in the telecommunications office, so I came here to find you." ”

Zhou Zhiyu: "Section Chief Ji, what advice do you have?" ”

Ji Lieyun: "My car is broken down and hasn't been repaired yet." I live in Yuanbao Street, and no one else is on the way, so I can only take your hitchhike, I don't know if it's convenient? ”

Zhou Zhiyu: "What's inconvenient about this?" There is a lack of someone on the road to talk to relieve boredom. ”

Ji Lieyun: "It's already off work, let's go!" ”

Zhou Zhiyu hesitated, he didn't forget that he should burn the original manuscript of the telegram immediately, but after thinking about it, he would be home in a while anyway, and he was not in a hurry at this time.

Zhou Zhiyu: "Okay, I won't go back to the training office." ”

Ji Lieyun smiled: "It doesn't matter if you don't lock the door in the training office, it doesn't matter if you go back or not, right?" ”

Zhou Zhiyu: "It doesn't matter. Let's go. ”

The two of them went downstairs and came to the parking lot outside the building, Zhou Zhiyu and Ji Lieyun got into the car, and the car slowly drove out of the gate of Shanghai Station.

Zhou Zhiyu sent Ji Lieyun home first, and then turned to his own house, the residences of the two people were indeed not far from each other, at most two or three miles away.

When passing by a restaurant, Zhou Zhiyu specially went in to ask for a few dishes, bought a bottle of rice wine, and prepared a small celebration of his reuse, to get rid of the bad luck on his body.

The house of the Secret Bureau is not too bad, just like Zhou Zhiyu's current residence, although it is a single-story house, but no matter in terms of the area of the house or the interior decoration, it is not something that ordinary people can live in.

Shangguan Xiang'er was whispering to Pang Qingtong, when she heard the sound of the car engine outside, and knew that it was the man who came back, she immediately got up to say goodbye, walked to the gate of the courtyard, and happened to have a meeting with Zhou Zhiyu.

Zhou Zhiyu raised the food box in his hand and said, "Miss Shangguan, why are you leaving?" Stay and eat together, right? ”

Shangguan Xiang'er said apologetically: "No, there is a guest at home today, and my father wants me to go back early, so I won't bother you, goodbye." ”

Zhou Zhiyu: "Goodbye." ”

Pang Qingtong sent Shangguan Xiang'er to the door, and the two of them stood at the gate of the courtyard and talked for more than ten minutes before stepping back into the living room.

Zhou Zhiyu put the meal on the table with great interest and said, "Qingtong, I bought your favorite West Lake vinegar fish." ”

Pang Qingtong sat at the dining table, picked up the rice that had been served, stretched out his chopsticks and took a bite of vinegar fish and tasted it, the taste was indeed very authentic.

Zhou Zhiyu: "How is it?" Delicious, right? ”

"Well, it's okay." Pang Qingtong's eyelids were not flirting, and he responded lightly.

Zhou Zhiyu opened the cap of the rice wine bottle and said earnestly: "Do you want to have some?" ”

Pang Qingtong: "I'm pregnant, don't you know!" ”

Zhou Zhiyu smiled: "It's okay to drink less. ”

Pang Qingtong ignored him anymore, and Zhou Zhiyu laughed at himself: "Okay, it seems that I can only 'raise a glass to invite Mingyue and become a trio'." ”

One was eating in silence, the other was pouring himself a drink, barely any words or eye contact. Although nominally husband and wife, they are actually more like two strangers.