"What are the specific circumstances?"
"The third group is investigating and should be back soon. How about we talk about something else first? For example, a government post near Taijing is recruiting servants for odd jobs. I think the position is good, and we can recommend some people to go there..."
When the third watch drum sounded, there was finally some movement outside. Wang Zuo, who had passed the anxious waiting period, was sleeping soundly on the table, but he faintly heard the sound of a small door on the ground being opened. He jumped up and found that everyone was eating the melon seeds he had peeled and chatting, so he relaxed.
"Boss, don't be nervous. To be honest, the security here is no worse than at the headquarters." Jiang Ping said with a smile.
Seeing that I was looked down upon by my subordinates, I realized that I was indeed a little rusty because I had not been out on field work for too long. Although I couldn't blame others, I still had to maintain the authority of the leader, well, at least I had to pretend to maintain it.
Wang Zuo smoothed his sleep-messy hair, then rubbed his butt which was sore from sleeping on the table. He said unhappily, "How safe can it be? Can you gather tens of thousands of troops to protect you?"
"Boss, I shouldn't say this, but Qinghe's tens of thousands of troops are there to protect Qinghe and Master. Even you and I are there to protect Master, not you." Jiang Ping leaned against the basement door and listened for a moment, then nodded to the person behind him and said, "Do you know where the safest place in Taijing City is?"
"You... understand. No wonder you want to establish a base next to the palace. There must be a secret passage in this room leading to the interior of the palace, right?" Jiang Ping saw that the door of the basement was opened a crack, and a figure flashed in, so he didn't say much.
"Boss." The voice of the person coming was a girl.
The man walked quickly to the candlelight, glanced at everyone, and then frowned and said, "Boss, is this the new brother?"
Seeing that she was talking about Wang Zuo, Jiang Ping didn't explain too much and said, "It's okay. He's one of us. He's coming to support us from headquarters. Yan Zi, tell me about the situation."
Wang Zuo saw that the woman took off her veil after hearing what she said, and pulled her collar, and the black night cloak slid down, revealing the common clothing style in brothels. However, looking closely at the color and pattern of the clothes, it was not the bright red and purple that brothel girls often wore, nor did it have too many accessories. Well, it looked like she was not an ordinary brothel girl, but a brothel madam.
"Today, the captain of the Taijing Garrison Corps, Ba Dafeng, came and booked the entire second floor. He said that he wanted to make himself and his captains happy." Yan Zi patted the shoulder of the leader of the second action team. The man with a face full of flesh immediately stood up and made room for him. He also picked up a plate of freshly peeled melon seeds and placed it in front of Yan Zi.
"Why are there so many melon seeds recently? Is this a new code for action?" Yan Zi was a little puzzled.
"It's nothing, just a habit." Wang Zuo felt a little embarrassed when he saw this.
"In our line of work, it's best not to have any habits, otherwise our flaws will always be caught." Swallow said mercilessly.
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this for now. Yan Zi, you said that Badafong booked the entire second floor? This is not something he can afford, right?" Jiang Ping said quickly.
"Indeed, he's stingy. Speaking of which, he still owes me money for two overnight stays. But today he paid me in cash. I saw the pure silver, so it shouldn't be ordinary military pay. Boss, you know, even the Thai Jing garrison has to mix some blackened and moldy silver into their pay. Unless..."
"Unless it's the reward for the expedition," Jiang Ping continued, "and it's the reward before the war. Otherwise, he can't afford to hire so many people. Only before the war will he give enough money to buy their lives."
"And he didn't even think about saving the money. It seems that this captain has no confidence in the battlefield he is about to go to. Did he say which direction he was going?" Wang Zuo asked.
"No, but Old Wang, the shoe seller on the street, isn't doing very good business today. Although he sold more than usual, and all of them were sold to soldiers from the garrison, each person bought at most two pairs, so it doesn't seem like they need to walk very far."
That's obvious.
Honestly, despite Cambodia's efforts to develop its own intelligence system, Qinghe's intelligence department viewed it as still reliant on street corners for information. Furthermore, confidentiality was a completely new concept for anyone outside Qinghe during this era. In Wang Zuo's words, "Sometimes they tell you intelligence even when I really don't want to hear it, and you have no choice but to listen."
"No matter what, the commander has been transferred, which means this thousand-man team has been completely replaced from the garrison. It seems that the Right Prime Minister is still unwilling to give up." Wang Zuo sighed, "If they were as efficient and determined as they are in their daily work, this situation wouldn't have happened. It's too late to cheer them up now."
"How about we leak this news and find a few censors who have evidence against him to report him. Even if we can't take his life, at least we can make him step down from the position of Right Prime Minister." said the person in charge of intelligence analysis.
"No, it can't explode, at least not now." Wang Zuo rejected the suggestion without even thinking.
"Master Bo's intention is very simple. Not only do we need to make the Right Prime Minister mature, but we also need to let others know the consequences of opposing Qinghe. If we expose this now, Yang Yizhen will at most be dealt with by the Khmer King. If things go wrong, others might even think that this is due to the Khmer King's wisdom, which would defeat the original purpose of our action."
"All our actions must benefit Qinghe. This is also the basic principle by which we judge whether to take action." Wang Zuo made the final decision: "Since a second son is of little use, then we will give another son to the Right Prime Minister. I hope he can wake up soon and stop committing murderous crimes."
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