Miao Yongyi was naturally skeptical of Wang Zhenjiang's words. After only a year apart, how could his usually quiet, taciturn, and introverted brother have become the way Wang Zhenjiang described, even being given the nickname "Ning Yama"? It was utterly absurd!
You have to understand that Miao Yongyi and Ning Zhiheng have been like brothers for more than ten years, and their deep-rooted impressions of each other could not possibly be changed by just a few words.
However, he also knew that Wang Zhenjiang had no reason to deceive him. He was just reminding him to be more careful with Ning Zhiheng. It seemed that he would have to be more cautious in the future, since the situation was different now.
Miao Yongyi nodded and agreed, "I understand! I will be careful when I'm with him in the future. However, I will be leaving Nanshi in a few days, so we won't have much time together. I don't know if we'll ever see each other again!"
After their conversation, Wang Zhenjiang gave Miao Yongyi several instructions before getting up and leaving to rest in his ward. However, he kept thinking about his conversation with Miao Yongyi.
Wang Zhenjiang had heard a lot about Ning Zhiheng while he was on the front lines. These agents from the Military Intelligence Investigation Department were no different from ordinary soldiers on the battlefield. They would panic and feel fear just like everyone else. In that special environment, they even lost their usual vigilance and revealed a lot of information in their casual conversations.
In particular, most of these officers were members of the Operations Section of the Military Intelligence Investigation Department, and they naturally held Ning Zhiheng in high esteem, so Wang Zhenjiang was very familiar with the name Ning Zhiheng.
However, this highly influential figure in the Military Intelligence Investigation Department turned out to be Miao Yongyi's childhood friend, which was extremely important information to Wang Zhenjiang.
As the highest-ranking intelligence agency of the Kuomintang, the Military Intelligence Investigation Bureau has always been synonymous with mystery, terror, and bloodshed, and even the underground Communist Party had little understanding of this mysterious organization.
Because of its high membership composition and high entry threshold, the underground party has never been able to establish intelligence channels within the Military Intelligence Investigation Department, let alone contact high-ranking officials like Ning Zhiheng. But now it seems that a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is right in front of them, and they absolutely cannot miss it.
Two more days passed, and Ning Zhiheng, now dressed in a sharp suit, was walking on the streets of the Shanghai International Settlement. This was the most prosperous area of Shanghai, with towering skyscrapers and crowded streets. It was practically the heart of Shanghai, with branches of all the world's well-known banks, and was known as the "Far East Financial Center." The whole area exuded a sense of fashion and prosperity.
If it weren't for the refugees crowding the streets and corners, it would be difficult to even sense the presence of war.
He walked to the entrance of a coffee shop, looked at the sign, and only went inside after confirming that it was the right place.
He refused the waiter who came to greet him and went straight to an elegant private room, where Ji Hongyi, who was already waiting, quickly got up.
"Team leader!"
Ning Zhiheng gestured for him to sit down, and then sat down opposite him.
"Are there any problems with the locations I chose?" Ning Zhiheng asked in a low voice.
Ning Zhiheng has been searching around the concession for the past two days, trying to find a few good footholds for his intelligence network to house his many intelligence agents.
"Team leader, the concessions are overcrowded right now, and all the real estate is incredibly valuable. The places you've chosen are ridiculously expensive, and the rent alone will be a huge expense," Ji Hongyi reported in a low voice. He was the junior leader of the Jiangbei gang, very familiar with the area, and was in charge of this work in the concessions.
“I know that, but don’t worry about the cost. We have enough funds, so we should act as soon as possible. The price will only get higher and higher in the future!” Ning Zhiheng picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, and frowned. He put it down. To be honest, he preferred tea, but in this bustling metropolis, it was really hard to find a good place to drink tea.
In fact, Ning Zhiheng had anticipated this situation long ago. A few months ago, when the Japanese occupied the area, he advised Ji Hongyi to move his men into the concession as soon as possible. At that time, he pointed out that the real estate prices in the concession would rise rapidly and the cost of resettlement would become extremely high.
Fortunately, thanks to his reminder, Ji Hongyi's trusted brothers had all entered the French Concession ahead of time and found a good place to settle down.
But he never expected that a few months later, he would also be staying in Shanghai and going undercover. At this time, the French Concession and the International Settlement had become refuges for Shanghai citizens. The influx of hundreds of thousands of citizens caused real estate prices in the concessions to skyrocket. Now it was too late to get involved.
Ji Hongyi couldn't help but give a bitter laugh and said again, "Price is secondary. The key issue is that even if you have money, you can't buy it. Everyone values the real estate in the concession, knowing that it's a goldmine. Nobody is willing to make a move. Besides, it's too late to rent a house. Almost every place is crowded with refugees. Some places have even converted warehouses into small apartments. With so many of us, it's really difficult to accommodate everyone!"
Ji Hongyi has also been having a headache these past two days. Although he knows many people here, he can't really take action and drive these refugees out onto the streets, leaving them with nowhere to hide!
“How about we let You Laoliu think of a solution? If you don’t trust him, I have a few sworn brothers I can also contact. What do you think?” Ji Hongyi asked again in a low voice.
“No, I’ve said it before, we have to handle this ourselves, we can’t leave it to others,” Ning Zhiheng said resolutely.
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