"That tungsten sand..."

"Confiscated."

"this……"

"This is 150,000 francs. If it is not enough, I will replenish it for you later. If there is tungsten sand in the future, I will disembark directly at Wusongkou Pier, unload it, and then leave. I will settle the settlement with you separately later."

"good."

Qi Jiuding took Fa Lang over.

Zhang Yong was reluctant to give away dollars. He disliked francs, so he cleared out all the francs.

The franc in this era was not very valuable. One dollar could be exchanged for more than 20 francs. An ocean could be exchanged for four or five francs. So, 150,000 francs was not much.

Converted, it is about 40,000 oceans. There is still a shortfall of 50,000 oceans.

But it doesn't matter. Just catch a few more spies.

Then sell the tungsten sand...

"Notify me immediately of any news about Xu Enzeng."

"good."

Qi Jiuding said goodbye and left.

Zhang Yong had no intention of doing anything else and took the team directly back to Wusongkou Pier.

From now on, he will stay here.

It would be best if Xu Enzeng came...

"Commissioner, Commissioner, someone called you just now." Yuan Zheng saw Zhang Yong coming back and hurriedly reported.

"Who?" Zhang Yong asked casually.

Look at your watch. It's one o'clock in the morning. Who is in such a hurry?

Later I learned that it was Shi Bingdao.

So I called back to the 026 logistics base.

"My boss..."

"Boss Shi, what's the matter?"

"I have already received those veterans and settled them in."

"Okay. Let them come to Wusongkou Pier at noon tomorrow."

"knew."

Zhang Yong has made arrangements. Put down the phone.

After thinking for a while, he picked up the phone again. There was something he needed to report.

This is called seizing the opportunity.

Call back to the attendant's room. I wonder if Director Lin is there?

As a result, somewhat surprisingly, Director Lin was actually there.

Another workaholic!

Too curly...

"Shaolong, what's the matter?"

"Director, I discovered that the Red Party was trying to transport a batch of tungsten sand ashore at Wusongkou Pier..."

"Red Party?"

"It should be a ship of tungsten sand. About three hundred tons. Worth about one hundred thousand oceans."

"Are you ashore?"

"not yet."

"Don't alert others. Don't tell anyone else to avoid leaking the secret."

"clear."

"Especially if you don't let anyone in the Military Investigation Bureau know about it."

"clear."

Zhang Yong was relieved.

It seems that Director Lin and the Military Investigation Bureau are not the same family.

It's normal when you think about it. He is the director of the Attendant's Office. His relationship with Chen and Chen will definitely not be very good.

If he had a good relationship with Liang Chen, it would not be his turn to be the director of the Attendant's Office.

Without him, it was just Chiang Kai-shek's personal balancing act.

What he fears most is that his subordinates will get together and work together. He feels that this is not safe.

That's good.

Say goodbye. Then hang up the phone.

Go check out those motorcycles. Also look at that German freighter.

The motorcycles are all there.

Except for him, Zhang Yong, no one else can ride.

What a pity!

Alas, I have to teach it myself.

Fortunately, there is enough open space at Wusongkou Pier.

Of course you can't let yourself go. But learning to drive a motorcycle is enough.

Raise the telescope.

Silently observing the German freighter.

It seems like a giant beast, hiding silently in the darkness.

There is only a faint light...

It seems to cover up countless secrets.

"Is anyone coming off the ship today?"

"No."

"Is there anything unusual?"

"No."

"Observe closely. Report to me immediately if there is any situation."

"clear."

Zhang Yong made simple arrangements and then went to bed.

When I woke up in the morning, it was already ten o'clock. The hot sun was basking my buttocks. The sea breeze was also hot.

July, the most painful day of summer.

It just so happens that you have to wear a Chinese tunic suit when going on a mission. It would be weird if you don't break out in sweat.

The handsome suits in spy dramas can only be worn in other seasons. It is absolutely impossible in summer, unless you want to die from the heat.

get up.

tidy.

I received a call from Shi Bingdao, saying that the veterans had set off.

So we organized the team and went to greet him outside the gate.

Sure enough, more than half an hour later, veterans arrived one after another.

Veterans of the 29th Army...

Veterans of the Northeastern Army...

Chen Wen, Pang De, Zhou Cang, Dian Wei, Zhong Kui...

Fortunately, he still remembered some of their names. They all looked a little haggard after not seeing them for a while.

The main thing is that his mood doesn't seem too high. He seems to be worried.

"What happened on the road?" Zhang Yong asked.

"Commissioner..." Chen Wen, as the leader, murmured. He hesitated to speak.

"Speak." Zhang Yong frowned.
To be continued...