To be honest, Lin Hai put a lot of pressure on the Cambodia station.
Although it was not stated explicitly, the order itself to complete the infiltration of Cambodia within one year, or at most one and a half years, and preferably to gradually paralyze Cambodia, can explain a lot of problems.
Especially under the premise that Mengyang Station had been praised for its repeated meritorious service, the other Cambodian stations who requested to report were eager to make meritorious service could no longer be suppressed. Secret reports from all over the country came in waves, almost drowning Jiang Ping who was in charge of Taijing.
Not to mention anything else, Jiang Ping received more than a dozen plans in one day just for the "mobilization of the main force of the local intelligence station action team, cooperation with local development personnel, direct beheading of local officials and garrison commanders, and opening the city gates to welcome the Qinghe army into the city."
As a veteran in the intelligence community, Jiang Ping knew very well that now was no longer the time to suppress his subordinates' desire for war. After all, it was better to guide than to block. Moreover, he himself was extremely anxious. After all, it was his mission to complete the infiltration of Cambodia within a year and a half.
Of course, as the highest person in charge of the intelligence war against Cambodia, Jiang Ping certainly could not just shout about "going it alone" like the action team members below who had brains full of muscle. So he drafted a seemingly ordinary official document in a very calm tone and sent it to Qinghe's Intelligence Department.
The content was also very simple. It roughly meant that since he wanted to speed up intelligence work in the Cambodian direction, he needed more authorization to carry out "more intense and frequent intelligence activities." If the headquarters could provide some support, such as additional action teams and newer equipment, it would be even better. He, Jiang Ping, would definitely be able to complete the task on time and in a certain quantity.
Well, if you believe him, you'll be damned.
The moment Wang Zuo saw the letter, he knew Jiang Ping must have been pushed to a certain point by his subordinates, and coupled with his own desire to stir up trouble, he had produced such a document. According to convention, such a request for assistance without any specific action plan would usually be replied with a "read" reply before being sent back.
Then Jiang Ping can just say "Headquarters has agreed" and do whatever he wants in Cambodia.
Wang Zuo was very glad that he had strictly fulfilled his duties, that is, he did not throw the "read stamp" to his secretary, at least he took a look at the content of the document. Adhering to the principle that the fewer words, the greater the matter, Jiang Ping's document of less than 100 words could be seen as this kid was planning something serious.
Of course, the reinforcements Jiang Ping needed still arrived: a more elite action team, more new equipment, and a lively Wang Zuo...
In the summer of the seventh year of Tien Hsien, Wang Zaw, the Minister of Intelligence, was stationed in Bangkok and lived in the inn closest to the royal palace, sounding the whistle for the "final solution to the Cambodian issue."
Wang Zuo was peeling melon seeds carefully in the basement of the inn. The peeled melon seed shells were scattered all over the floor, and there was a large plate of melon seed kernels on the table.
It’s not that he likes eating melon seeds so much, it’s just that he has developed this habit and can’t change it.
After all, Lin Hai's hobby of eating melon seeds when he has nothing to do has become well-known, and many people who are close to Lin Hai have also picked up this habit.
Originally this was nothing, but for some reason, after Lin Hai had a tantrum some time ago, he started eating crab roe flavored melon seeds instead. So Wang Zuo, who was in the office all year round, became the person responsible for peeling the melon seeds.
Wang Zuo had originally thought about having someone else peel the melon seeds before sending them to him, but for some reason Lin Hai could actually tell who peeled the seeds. There was nothing he could do, so Wang Zuo could only peel the melon seeds honestly while looking at the documents sent by intelligence stations from various places.
Until one day, Shi Zhener suddenly came to the office of the Intelligence Department. She grabbed a handful of melon seeds peeled by Wang Zuo and stuffed them into her mouth, while casually saying, "You are really free. This job is just right for you." Then she clapped her hands and walked out, taking away the two plates of peeled melon seeds before leaving.
Only then did Wang Zuo realize that Lin Hai was expressing his dissatisfaction with the work of the other intelligence stations except Meng Yang Station. Fortunately, he didn't directly use the mace...
Wang Zuo was peeling melon seeds while looking at Jiang Ping, who seemed to have nothing to do, with confusion. He pushed a plate of unpeeled melon seeds over and asked, "Why, you don't have to go?"
Jiang Ping took the melon seeds and began to peel them, saying with a smile, "Why, Mr. Wang, are you still going to send these peeled melon seeds to Qinghe?"
"It's a life-threatening situation. If I dare to use the intelligence line to send back a few bags of melon seeds, believe it or not, the best outcome is that Sister Zhen'er will come over and blow my head off."
"That makes sense, but I think the uncle might just order you to challenge the Taijing garrison. If you win, we'll make a lot of money, and if you lose, we won't lose either, right?"
Wang Zuo said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense. Aren't you going to watch today's operation?"
"It's already done. It's a little different from the original plan. Didn't I come to discuss it with you?"
"What's the difference?"
"Originally, the Right Prime Minister was going to take his two sons on a boat trip today. Of course, when we say boat trip, it's nothing more than chartering a boat for the three of them to have some fun together. But it seems there was an urgent imperial decree from the palace, and the Right Prime Minister and his eldest son, who holds an official position, were called back from the lake. Our plan to put on a show in front of the Right Prime Minister was ruined, so we had to bring back his second son."
Jiang Ping said indifferently.
"Second son? So the right prime minister of the Khmer Kingdom has an extra son?" Wang Zuo grasped the key point of Jiang Ping's words.
"Well, there are two more. One is only five years old and is being raised in the Right Prime Minister's villa outside of Taijing City. It's quite elegant and quiet, but the location is also quite remote and hard to find. The other was born not long ago, and the Right Prime Minister has already sent him back to his hometown. They say he's the grandson of the Right Prime Minister's old housekeeper."
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