radicalducati Chapter 40 The teacher needs to take his medicine.
Chapter 40 The teacher needs to take his medicine.
Around noon, Yan Shuo was already sitting on a small motorboat, eating breakfast. This was a boat heading to Fuling, Fengdu, Zhongxian, Wanzhou, and other places on the Yangtze River. Yan Shuo had already bought the boat. He didn't lack fuel; he had acquired several tons in the past few days. After sending away the boatmen, the boss, and others, he released the child to drive the boat. As for skills, well, one learning card was all it took.
The boat wasn't big, less than 10 meters long and a little over 3 meters wide. If he was alone, it was enough for him to have fun as he pleased, disguising himself as a fisherman, driving the small motor, and the fishing boat rattled along.
Unnecessary heavy objects were discarded along the way to keep the boat light. One child cooked for Yan Shuo, and another child steered the boat. When they encountered dangerous shoals, they simply put the boat away and the child waded through the water to pull Yan Shuo. The child no longer needed to breathe in the water and quickly pulled Yan Shuo across the dangerous shoals. Then they released the boat and continued to travel at a much faster speed. In less than 3 days, they arrived in Badong and left the mountain city area!
As for the deaths of several big shots in the mountain city, who cares?
We released the motorcycle and sped through the checkpoints, arriving in Shanghai in about a week!
After arriving in Shanghai, Yan Shuo arranged for more than ten children to monitor the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) radio stations. Using the codebook, they compared the intercepted telegrams one by one to analyze how far the CBIS had progressed.
He's not afraid of spreading rumors that he's living off the wealth of Nishimura's class. He can just make up some excuse, like he was transported out as a seriously wounded soldier, so how could he get money? Right? People should be reasonable. If you're so capable, try it yourself. Whether you can get out is another matter.
As for going to the United States to harm his family, Yan Shuo sent Victor $10 and telegraphed him, telling him about the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics's targeting and the Japanese special agents' targeting, and instructing him to make the most of his connections and keep his identity secret. He could change the farm or buy a new identity. In short, as someone who has served as a commercial counselor and an intelligence officer, you must have plenty of ways. If you still can't protect your family's safety, then I, Yan Shuo, will have to despise you.
"Get lost! Call them here!" Victor's telegram was simple and direct, exuding an air of dominance.
That's true. In his own country, on his own territory, he can use all the official power available. If he still can't protect the target he wants to protect, he might as well find a block of tofu and kill himself.
After dealing with the trivial matters of the telegrams, Yan Shuo arranged for his stand-in to go to the bank and cash out all the checks and stocks he had received. He also took all the money from the accounts of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Zhongtong).
I told you to mess with me, and I'll take all your money and starve myself while you mess with me?
Given the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics' (Zhongtong) nature, without sufficient funds, Yan Shuo would be happy no matter how much their loyalty was compromised when they were engaged in their own messy private affairs. Especially after learning from their telegrams that a large number of high-ranking officials had died, would they still be doing private matters? Who are you pledging your loyalty to? The Chen family is almost extinct, with only a few children in business and foreign affairs; the rest of the core children at home are all dead. Who are you loyal to? Want to curry favor? Come to me! Haha!
As for which bigwig the old man from the mountain city would eventually arrange to take over the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, he didn't care. If it was still related to those bigwigs on his telegram list, he would probably have to go back and make a move. Let's see!
At the same time, Yan Shuo received a telegram from Shancheng informing him that Wu Dongchang, a member of the CC Clique, had been appointed as the head of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS). Wu Dongchang was a former director of the CBIS and was familiar with party affairs and the daily operations of the CBIS. As a "moderate" member of the CC Clique, Wu Dongchang could appease the old subordinates of the Chen family and prevent them from turning to the Political Science Clique, such as Zhang Qun and Wu Tiecheng.
Wu Dongchang had a relatively good relationship with Dai Li and could coordinate the cooperation between the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Zhongtong) to form a pattern of "Military Intelligence Bureau taking the lead and Zhongtong cooperating".
The latest telegram from Dai Li of the Military Intelligence Bureau in Chongqing states that the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Zhongtong), under the leadership of Wu Dongchang, has reached an agreement with him to cease all hostile actions against Yan Shuo, including against his family. They told Yan Shuo to focus on his work and sent 20,000 yuan in legal tender to appease Yan Shuo and the Red Bean Squad. They also casually inquired whether Yan Shuo had sent anyone to Chongqing.
"How can you say something like that?" Yan Shuo rolled his eyes, typing in Morse code, "Teacher? Are you on your meds? From Chongqing to Shanghai, it's thousands of miles!"
"Ha! Brat!" Dai Li shook his head after reading the telegram. He also felt it was impossible. He didn't think Yan Shuo had that much guts. Moreover, sending several assassins from thousands of miles away to infiltrate the mountain city and successfully assassinate the Chen family and several high-ranking members of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics would require at least a dozen people. They would have to travel all the way from Shanghai, which would take at least ten days, and that would be under the condition of everything going smoothly. How many days has it been? The timeline doesn't add up. Besides, his informant had said that Yan Shuo's team had been lying low recently and had stopped operating. He knew who was there and who was not under his watchful eye every day.
"So who is it? Japan? The political and academic faction?" Dai Li rubbed his temples, racking his brains. He had no clue what to do. It was so frustrating.
As soon as Yan Shuo opened the door to the office of the West American Trading Company, he was caught red-handed by the old man Lucas Wolf's arrogant reprimanding voice.
The old man sat upright in a European-style leather chair, his back ramrod straight. Even after shedding his count title, the noble arrogance ingrained in his bones remained undiminished.
"Bernder! You've finally shown up?" Wolf put down his silver-rimmed pen, his graying eyebrows slightly raised, his tone authoritative rather than a typical reprimand. "The trading company recently received a shipment from the Netherlands. Although you were the one who contacted them at the docks, I'm still uneasy without you here. Also, you need to double-check last month's financial statements for me. I don't understand those tax intricacies—nor do I bother to understand them."
As he spoke, he slightly raised his chin, as if mentioning such trivial matters would be a desecration of his aristocratic status.
He paused, then couldn't help but ramble on, "And those third-rate trading company owners actually tried to steal our business, they really don't know their place. As for those Japanese, they're running rampant in the concession, so vulgar and uncouth, they'll get what's coming to them sooner or later."
Bernd (Yan Shuo) closed the door behind him and walked over with a grin: "Mr. Wolf, you're still in good health, why are you in such a hurry for such a trivial matter? That's why I'm here."
He had barely sat down when the old man started talking again, from the details of the dock freight process to the cumbersome rules of the industrial and commercial inspection, and then to the price fluctuations in the concession. His words were full of criticism of the things around him, and his spittle almost splashed onto Bernd's face.
Yan Shuo was getting a headache from listening to this. He knew that arguing with this former nobleman was useless, so he quickly took out an exquisite vermilion box and put it on the table: "Boss, hold on for a moment, I brought you something good."
Lucas's gaze was instantly drawn to the small box, and his scolding abruptly stopped: "What's this?"