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- When Zhang Tianhao and Zhang Tianhao returned to the office again and passed by the second floor, the meeting in the conference room was still open, and it did not even stop because more than an hour had passed.
He just glanced at it and stopped paying more attention. He went to the office on the third floor with An Qi and continued to check the work left over for the past half month, while also looking at the documents.
"Hey, accountant, bring me all the detailed accounts for the past half month!"
While Zhang Tianhao was looking at the report, he picked up the phone and called the accountant not far away. He wanted to check the records on the account book. There were many records that could not be ignored.
Seeing that the salary list was delivered to Zhang Tianhao and piled more than half a foot high on his desk, Zhang Tianhao was stunned for a moment, but he immediately sighed helplessly.
Soon, Zhang Tianhao found the salaries of six people on the salary list and they were the salaries of strangers. This was the salary added after this month, and the amount was still relatively large, about twice as much as the normal salary. .
That is, the lieutenant's salary does not look very impressive, but Zhang Tianhao's monthly salary list is reviewed by him. When he recalled it in his mind, he thought of these six people, Roger and the others, but their names were It's not this name, but Luo Ming, Wang Mang, Cao Jie
It turns out that the names of the people who died in the battle had already been crossed out. At the same time, there was a special one-time payout in another account book. It was not a lot, just more than a hundred yuan.
"A pseudonym?"
Based on what Luo Jie said, Zhang Tianhao already understood the trick, and he casually turned to the following financial expense report.
It¡¯s just that the training office does not have any specific expenditure items. It only has two thousand yuan specially approved by Kang Zihua. Nothing else is recorded.
As for the Intelligence Department, there are still certain records of expenditures, all of which are overtime subsidies. But seeing that the same was true for the Operations Department, he couldn't help but be stunned. It seemed that the two departments had joined forces to investigate.
Half an hour later, the accountant was asked to take back all the accounts. He sat there in a daze, thinking about something.
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When it got late again, Zhang Tianhao left the station with his own doubts and did not stay in the office longer. After all, he had to be on duty tonight and had plenty of time to stay here.
Driving around the city, I randomly found an unoccupied public phone booth and made a call.
"Hey, small money? It's me. When you go back later, bring a cold dish. I'm on duty tonight and it's a long time. Come to my office and we can have a few drinks."
"yes!"
After Zhang Tianhao made the call, he continued to make a second call.
"Hello, who are you looking for? This is Baiwei Bookstore!" A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.
Zhang Tianhao did not speak, but listened silently to the other party's inquiry, as if he was not the one who made the call. Then when the other party finished speaking, he reached out and tapped the phone's receiver three times.
¡°Dong dong dong!¡±
Three rhythmic sounds made the other party stunned for a moment, and he immediately complained: "You're crazy. You don't even talk on the phone."
After Xuchang finished complaining, he hung up the phone, as if he was really unhappy.
It¡¯s just that he knew in his heart that this was a special code. It was a code that told him to go to a dead mailbox to pick up the goods, and it was not any other code.
Finally, when he received the signal from the salesman, Xuchang finally let go and breathed a sigh of relief. After all, there had been no news from the salesman for nearly twenty days.
This is what worries him the most. He has already sent out several other signals, asking to meet or give him signals, especially the news about that batch of goods.
If his superiors had not informed him that the transportation of this batch of goods had not been cancelled, he would still be worried. However, he wanted to know why his superiors canceled the transportation of this batch of goods, but he could not ask.
Although he was curious, he knew that this was an organizational decision and he could not inquire about it in private.
The sky was getting darker and darker, the street lights outside had already turned on, and Xuchang also closed the door with the help of the waiter, and then walked out of here, heading towards the promised death mailbox.
Under the mailbox at No. 48 Wenchang Road, it stands to reason that this is a mailbox and it can be placed inside the mailbox. However, no one would have thought that there is a small hole behind the wooden mailbox at No. 48, where a small box can be placed. A small letter.
Xuchang looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he walked to the edge of mailbox No. 48, and thenI gently pushed the mailbox No. 48 and pushed it aside, revealing a small hole with a small bamboo tube inside, only as thick as my little finger.
He immediately took out the small bamboo tube and walked forward as if nothing had happened.
When he got home, he opened the note inside. He read the contents, including the names of six people and a message telling the underground party in Peiping to be silent.
He thought for a while, but still felt that the salesman was a little too reckless. Such information had not been circulated yet. It must be an insider, and a high-level internal person in the Party Affairs Office, who knew about this March plan.
But he still turned on the radio, coded it, and then sent a telegram to Yan'an.
¡°One is handed over to the Peking underground party committee, and the other is a list of personnel for investigation. As for their identities, they need to be investigated one by one.
¡°Sister, take a look, do you want to forward this content to the Peking Underground Party Committee?¡±
"You cannot repost the original text. Tell them directly that the enemy has a major operation against them. Everyone is silent, waiting for another awakening! The specific plan is unknown and the name is unknown."
"good!"
"In addition, you arrange for people from the Secret Service to check the list of these six people, and they are college students from Peiping to prevent anyone from breaking into us."
"yes!"
Qin Yuxiang saluted, then turned around and walked out. First, she went to the Telecommunications Office to send another message, and then to the Secret Service Department to have someone check out the newcomers who had entered here in the past few days.
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¡°Boss, you¡¯re here!¡±
Qian Jun looked at Zhang Tianhao, who had just called him in the evening, and also laughed, and put the cold dishes on Zhang Tianhao's desk.
"Well, here we are. We're finally back safely this time. Is there anything going on at home?"
"No, what can happen at home? Everything is normal!" Qian Jun said loudly, but he kept making a few movements. These movements told Zhang Tianhao that the family was not very peaceful.
"It's okay, it's okay. Xiaoqian, come with me and check the things upstairs and downstairs to see if the door is locked or anything like that. To prevent things from being stolen."
As he spoke, he threw a cigarette over, then stood up and walked outside.
The two of them quickly arrived at the top of the building, blowing in the midnight wind, looking at the little lights and stars in the distance, he lit the cigarette and took a deep breath.
¡°Xiao Qian, did something happen at home?¡±
"Boss, someone is targeting you. It's a person from the Intelligence Department named Gu Mingcheng. He secretly entered the telecommunications office and seemed to steal something. He went to Ji's Chinese Medicine Store. Now the Chinese Medicine Store is secretly controlled by me."
"Who are they? Have they been found out?" Zhang Tianhao nodded, still quite satisfied with everything Qian Jun did. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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