Moreover, the intelligence department has a strict financial system. Every business registered under an intelligence officer's name is actually registered under the intelligence department's name and belongs to the intelligence department. Every transfer of funds is recorded and then submitted to Zuo Rou for verification. Therefore, the transfer of so many US dollars requires Zuo Rou's approval, and Ji Hongyi must ask for permission in advance.

After listening to Ji Hongyi's account, Ning Zhiheng remained silent for a long time, his mind racing. To be honest, he was indeed tempted. Although the intelligence department had worked hard and was financially strong over the years, the huge sum of three hundred thousand US dollars still made Ning Zhiheng have other ideas.

It's worth noting that despite his best efforts and the risks involved in smuggling goods, the annual quota he paid to the two bureau chiefs was only $300,000. The donations he gave to the Fujiwara family were only $500,000. Even the bribery of Tanikawa Chiemi in Chongqing, which led to the dismantling of the entire Japanese intelligence network operating in Chongqing, only cost him $200,000. $300,000 was an astronomical figure in that era.

Moreover, Ning Zhiheng has invested most of the wealth he has earned in recent years into the intelligence market and subsidies for frontline supplies, leaving him with limited funds.

Seeing Ning Zhiheng remain silent for a long time, Ji Hongyi asked uncertainly, "Chief, was it presumptuous of me to take on this matter? But this is Master's instruction, I..."

"No, you did a good job. This is still profitable, but we can't help for nothing."

"What do you mean?" Upon hearing this, Ji Hongyi knew what his superior was planning.

"The kidnappers have quite the appetite!" Ning Zhiheng chuckled, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. "No one gets rich without unexpected windfalls. Three hundred thousand US dollars! It's worth putting in some effort!"