Office of the Director.

Zhou Qinghe entered the door with the front foot, and Zhang Junshuo with the back foot also came in.

The two of them looked at each other, and they both nodded slightly.

Boss Dai sat down on the table and said briskly: "There's nothing else to do when I called you here, just get to know each other."

Qinghe, one of the instructors of your training class plan is him.

Jun Shuo is good at action and assassination, and he is the former stationmaster of Beiping Station, and he has a lot of experience, so it is easy to lead a group of students.

It just so happened that he had been in prison long enough to attend a training course and recover while teaching.

As for the matter of the Intelligence Section, Jun Shuo, you are not in a hurry.

Zeng Haifeng also cleared a batch of tumors before leaving, thinking that the Japanese spy would shrink up for a while, and he would not show his feet so quickly.

There are a few captains who can handle the basic things, and if there is really a big thing, then we will arrange it then. ”

"Okay." Zhou Qinghe nodded.

"Yes." Zhang Junshuo responded.

"Qinghe, when you start, you will ask Jun Shuo to go over and teach."

"Understood."

"Alright, let's go."

......

"Section Chief Zhang, I'll contact you then."

"Okay."

Zhou Qinghe doesn't like to talk to strangers, there is no need for this.

But this Zhang Junshuo is actually the same, and I don't know if it has been closed for a long time, just a good word, and the two parted ways after speaking.

He didn't even want to praise him for being young and promising.

"A stationmaster of Beiping Station, his original personality should not be like this......"

It seems that this resume has had a great impact on him, Zhou Qinghe pursed his lips and walked to the office.

As soon as I returned to the medical unit, I saw Secretary Mao standing at the door, and a clerk holding a hammer there, knocking on the change sign.

The sign of the Chief of the Medical Unit was removed and the sign of the Chief of the Medical Section was replaced.

The time was just right, just enough to be seen by Zhou Qinghe.

"Secretary Mao."

"Section Chief Zhou, congratulations."

Secretary Mao pointed to the sign with a smile: "As soon as I received the confirmed news, I asked people to rush to work to make it, no, I will change it when I get it, and there is one more thing, the car key." ”

Secretary Mao handed over a car key: "The section chief is standard, the license plate 2533 parked outside will be your special car, brand new, full of fuel." ”

"Thank you then."

"What's polite, okay, no, don't delay Section Chief Zhou's office."

"Alright, alright."

"Then we'll go first."

"Wait, Secretary Mao, what's going on?" Zhou Qinghe asked about the identity of the army.

"You go first."

Secretary Mao raised his head, looked at the people and whispered: "The school is full of the eyes of the Party Investigation Office, I have to find an identity that will not be found by them, and I will tell you if I believe it." ”

In this matter, it is necessary not only to prevent the Red Party from exploiting loopholes and Japanese spies from spying on intelligence, but also to prevent the Party from mediating and handling trouble.

No problem, who let the secret service and the party mediation department be mortal enemies, there is enmity at the top and enmity at the bottom.

The school is still the territory of the Party Investigation Office, and those who pretend to be soldiers have to work hard not to be found out by the Party Investigation Department.

Otherwise, Zhou Qinghe recruited people for the secret service, and if this matter was known to the party investigation department, it would definitely be ruined by the people of the party investigation department.

It's possible to stuff people into his training class.

"It won't be too long, one day, two days at most." Secretary Mao made a guarantee.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you to believe it."

Zhou Qinghe entered the office and continued to flip through the files.

I made an appointment with Wang Yong to go out to patrol the streets after work, and there will be nearly an hour, so let's go through the files.

Well?

After a while, Zhou Qinghe came to his senses.

This folder is the file of a corruption case handled by the Secret Service, during which the stolen money was related to the Sino-French Industrial and Commercial Bank.

He held up one of the photographs inside.

The key in this photo is very similar to the key in his hand.

Finally found it.

Fortunately, there is still time, which is unreasonable.

"I'll go out, maybe I'll come back a little late, and you'll wait for me for a while when it's late."

Zhou Qinghe called and talked to Wang Yong, and went downstairs to the parking lot.

When I walked to the parking lot, I remembered that I now had my own car, and the car keys of the interrogation department could be returned to Gu Zhiyan.

Drive out the door at the moment.

Sino-French Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, formerly known as a Sino-French joint venture bank, was established in 13 years and is headquartered in the French Concession of Shanghai, mainly responsible for government loans to France.

However, it later failed to manage well, and after bankruptcy and reorganization, it became a purely foreign bank.

The Nanjing branch is located in the downtown area, Zhou Qinghe parked the car on the next street, and then entered a shopping mall, and when he came out, he already had an extra suitcase in his hand.

Change stores and buy a slightly oversized outfit.

Then he went into the bathroom in disguise, stuffed his old clothes into his suitcase, put on sunglasses, glued a fake beard, and came out with a slightly chubby version of a middle-aged man.

Then I walked to the bank.

Although the key is anonymous and anyone can take it, Zhou Qinghe can't let the people in the bank remember his appearance.

"Sir, what business do you have?" He was greeted by a female lobby manager.

"I'll take the contents of the safe."

Zhou Qinghe handed over the key, and there was a number of the safe on the key.

"Okay."

The people who can open the safe are rich people, and the attitude of the lobby manager is quite enthusiastic.

Although she didn't know the person in front of her, her professional ethics made her know not to ask what she shouldn't ask, and she smiled and raised her hand at a door inside:

"Please follow me."

"Inside, please."

Zhou Qinghe entered with a bang, his eyes swept away, and there were many safes in the room, but they were all locked.

Immediately afterwards, the female manager took his key and the one in the custody of the bank, and together with the two of them, opened the door of safe 73.

"Please." She smiled and exited the room.

The door clicked shut, and he was the only one in the room, and Zhou Qinghe's heart was a little inexplicably excited.

The money from hard work is a matter of course, and it can't make waves.

But this blackened windfall is about to arrive, not to mention, there is really a sneaky thrill.

Black money, he has no psychological barriers, anyway, it is cheap Dai Yunong, give it to Boss Dai or give it to him, Boss Dai should have no opinion.

However, it can't be money, right?

That quartermaster likes to hide black material, but don't be any more black material, and he doesn't want that thing.

With his mind turning, with anticipation, Zhou Qinghe pulled the safe out of the welded cabinet on the wall, like pulling a drawer.

And as the drawer is pulled out, the contents inside are directly exposed.

Yellow stripes blinded his dog's eyes.

Gold.

Gold.

Or gold.

"So much gold?"

I saw that there was a layer of big yellow croaker at the bottom of the cabinet, which was neat and tidy, and it was very good-looking.

And on it is only a third of the first floor, apparently waiting for the master's follow-up paving.

Just by glancing, Zhou Qinghe calculated that there were as many as 120 in this layer, and counting the 36 above, that was 156 big yellow croaker.

How much is this dog-day quartermaster greedy?

A big yellow croaker weighs ten taels, which is more than 1,500 taels of gold.

He picked one up and flipped it.

"At this time, a large yellow croaker weighing ten taels is 312.5 grams, 156..."

Zhou Qinghe did the math, and then his eyes glared: "More than 48 kilograms!" ”

No wonder Zhou Qinghe still thought about how when he opened the safe in the quartermaster's house, there was not a single big yellow croaker in it, and his feelings were all here.

Zhou Qinghe's heart beat fiercely, he had never seen so much gold.

"It's quite obsessive-compulsive, but it's neatly organized."

It's so comfortable to touch......

Zhou Qinghe played with it for a while, put down the gold, and picked up another thing inside.

This is simple, it's just a gun, I think it was used for self-defense when the original owner was afraid of an accident and wanted to run away.

This can be used as a backup gun for him, which can be very good.

The rest were some banknotes, counted and the total value was about fifteen thousand fiat currency.

Easing his excitement, Zhou Qinghe began to think about the next question.

What to do with the gold?

Prosperous antiques, troubled gold, everyone understands.

But it is not easy to carry gold, and once the war starts, nine out of ten of these gold will be swept away by the bank.

Even if you don't run, you won't let it go.

Therefore, you can keep a small part for backup, and most of it still has to be exchanged for money.

Qian Zhouqinghe is really not short now.

On the surface, he didn't have much money, just over 2,000 yuan.

But he has a lot behind his back.

Gu Zhiyan, the quartermaster, gave him six thousand dollars, plus a small yellow croaker.

A few days ago, he copied the Japanese businessman's nest, and Zeng Haifeng gave him 18,000 US dollars, saying that it was in the nature of compensation, and Zeng Haifeng took 3,000 himself.

"It's broken!"

Zhou Qinghe thought of this, and his intuition was a little problematic.

Zeng Haifeng said that he was compensated for the lack of official promotion, so he gave him so much money.

Now he has been promoted and become a section chief, and he has received 18,000 US dollars when he is done.

It's not appropriate to get this compensation, right?

"Brother Zeng, you're in a hurry!"