Upon hearing this, Yong Feng immediately became extremely alert. This was strategic intelligence that could influence the entire war situation, and its value in the intelligence market was at the highest level. She never expected that Mr. Lin would release such a bombshell message today.

"I hadn't heard anything about this before. You know, I have some connections in South China, but I'm not capable of penetrating deep into Central China. So, Mr. Lin, are you willing to sell such top-secret information?"

At this point, Yong Feng suddenly became puzzled. She knew the other party's identity very well. He was the head of the Shanghai Intelligence Section, a very famous and mysterious figure in China's intelligence agencies. How could such a person sell her top-secret information from within the Kuomintang?

It should be noted that the other side has long been the major buyer in the intelligence market. Although they have sold intelligence on occasion, it has always been on the premise of not harming the interests of the Chinese government. Today's situation is indeed somewhat unusual.

Ning Zhiheng knew Yong Feng's doubts, smiled faintly, and said with sarcasm, "The Kuomintang government is not a monolithic entity. Everyone has their own ideas. There are those who are afraid of death, those who can't stand hardship, and those who can't accept defeat. It's not surprising."

At this point, he didn't want to comment further, so he coughed lightly and said, "Alright, let's not talk about that. Let's just talk about the peace talks. Here's the thing: we've discovered that the Japanese are already in contact with Chongqing, and the talks are going to take place in Hong Kong!"

“Hong Kong? Why would you choose to come here?” Yong Feng looked at Ning Zhiheng with considerable surprise.

"Of course they have their reasons, perhaps because Hong Kong is not within the sphere of influence of either side, or perhaps for other reasons."

After saying that, he took a file bag and gently placed it in front of Yong Feng: "This is some information we have found out. You can take a look."

Yong Feng took the file bag, took out a stack of photos, opened it and examined them carefully. These were naturally photos taken by Shen Xiang and Ji Hongyi during their surveillance.

"These people are the peace negotiators?"

“Yes!” Ning Zhiheng pointed to the people in the photo and said, “This person is the Chinese representative, a high-ranking official of the Military Intelligence Bureau, Jiang Tianhe, the deputy director of the Second Intelligence Division, and this person is the Japanese representative, Major General Harada Takeo of the General Staff of the Japanese Expeditionary Army in China, who is also a representative of the pro-peace faction in the Japanese military.”

Yong Feng looked up at Ning Zhiheng, secretly surprised. The other party seemed to have no intention of negotiating the price at all, and directly told her everything. He was obviously confident that this transaction would be successful. However, she was relieved. As an intelligence dealer who was engaged in intelligence trading, how could he let go of such important information?

“Mr. Lin, I am very touched by your sincerity, but let’s talk about the price first, otherwise I dare not listen any longer. If I can’t afford your price, I’m afraid you won’t let me leave this room.”

Ning Zhiheng laughed and waved his hand, saying, "Miss Yong, you're joking. I believe we can definitely reach an agreement this time. Here's the deal: I'll offer $50,000. I think you'll be satisfied with that price, right?"

Fifty thousand US dollars? Yong Feng's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Ning Zhiheng. The fact that China and Japan were willing to make peace talks, and that if it succeeded, would be enough to change the course of the Sino-Japanese War and even affect the world order, was such important intelligence sold to her for only fifty thousand US dollars.

"So, Miss Yong, are you satisfied with this price?"

"Of course I'm satisfied! To be honest, this price is practically free. I don't know what your intentions are, Mr. Lin. I really can't accept it without you explaining!"

Yong Feng couldn't help but have doubts. She wasn't a three-year-old child. Where in the world could there be such a good thing? Besides, everyone in their line of work was a top-notch person with extremely sharp minds. No one could expect to take advantage of others. There must be a reason why the other party did this. She really wouldn't dare to make a move without finding out the reason.

Ning Zhiheng, of course, wouldn't give away such a great deal for no reason. He continued, "Miss Yong is right. There are indeed conditions for me to do this. You can only sell this intelligence to the British and Americans, and you must never sell it to anyone else."