Early the next morning, in the Director's office, the Director was talking quietly with Bian Ze.

"Nanjing Station has crossed the Yangtze River and is currently hiding in a secluded location in the western mountains. I have asked them to find out the situation of the poison gas factory as soon as possible and make their move when the opportunity arises. Also, Shang Zhenyun said that he needs high-energy TNT explosives, at least 400 kilograms."

"Let him choose the drop location, and have the National Salvation Army action team deliver it. In short, give them whatever they want. Tell him that if he can complete this mission and blow up this poison gas factory, I will reward Nanjing Station handsomely, and Shang Zhenyun will be promoted one rank!"

The director attached great importance to this task, so he offered a generous reward as encouragement, regardless of the cost, as long as the result was satisfactory.

"Also, this operation is of great importance. Tell Shang Zhenyun that he must plan carefully and act prudently, and not make any more mistakes. Such good luck will not come every time."

"Understood, but Director, has the Shanghai Intelligence Section already started operations in Nanjing? Their intelligence capabilities are excellent. If possible, could you provide more assistance to the Nanjing station? As you know, the original intelligence personnel at the Nanjing station have low status and have not been able to penetrate into key positions. Currently, they have almost no intelligence sources in Nanjing, making their work very ineffective."

Bian Ze knew that the task of destroying the poison gas factory was extremely difficult, and it would be hard to complete with the forces at Shang Zhenyun's disposal alone.

The director glanced at Bian Ze. He knew very well that with Ning Zhiheng's personality and strategic abilities, he would definitely make arrangements in Nanjing once he saw the city's strategic importance rise. However, given Ning Zhiheng's current position, he couldn't say it outright unless Ning Zhiheng admitted it.

"I will have the Shanghai Intelligence Section provide intelligence support as much as possible, but it's better to rely on yourself than on others. The intelligence department is not omnipotent, so don't have too high expectations."

"Yes!" Bian Ze nodded and accepted the order.

Just then, Secretary Liu knocked on the door and entered, reporting, "Director Wei requests an audience!"

"Speak of the devil, and he shall appear!" the bureau chief said with a smile, nodding to Secretary Liu.

"Wei Liangbi is a regular here, even more so than I am. This time he must have some important intelligence to share!"

The bureau chief laughed heartily. He never hid anything from his confidant Bian Ze. He said with a hint of helplessness, "I both hope he comes and don't want him to come. If he comes, there will definitely be a storm. But if he doesn't come, I'm not sure what to do. I'm afraid I'll miss something. Haha!"

Amidst laughter and conversation, Wei Liangbi entered the office, stood at attention before the Director, gestured to Bian Ze, and then handed the telegram in his hand to the Director: "Director, this is a telegram sent by the Shanghai Intelligence Section last night. The content is not urgent, so we did not disturb you late at night."

The director grunted in acknowledgment, took the telegram, and immediately frowned, his expression turning serious. It was indeed crucial intelligence; the telegram reported exactly what he had been most worried about.

The Chinese government is currently in a difficult situation and is struggling to move forward. In order to survive this protracted war, the entire country has exhausted its resources and is currently lacking everything, especially weapons and military supplies, all of which must be obtained through external aid.

However, since the international situation has changed dramatically, the Japanese have taken the opportunity to exert pressure, and the British stance has begun to waver. Previously, some high-ranking members of the military government were worried about problems in Burma. If something were to happen, it would be a fatal blow to China's current situation.

Judging from the intelligence sent by Ning Zhiheng, the previous worries are probably unavoidable, and this time will come soon, maybe even within two months at most, leaving little time for preparation.

Wei Liangbi chimed in, "The intelligence department takes this intelligence very seriously and has asked the Director to consider it carefully and prepare for contingencies in a timely manner. Director, the docks at Yangon Port are currently piled high with our aid and trade goods. We must increase the existing transport volume to bring these important materials back in time. Otherwise, if the Burmese government closes the transport lines, so many valuable materials will not be able to be transported back, and the losses will be too great!"

"You're right!"

The director nodded. In fact, the Military Intelligence Bureau was involved in the operation of the entire Yunnan-Burma transport line. For this purpose, a special working group was established in Burma to go deep into Burma to assist in the work. He was well aware that with the current transport situation of the Yunnan-Burma Highway, if the transport volume was not increased as soon as possible, the massive amount of materials that had been stockpiled might be wasted if the transport line was really cut off.