Upon hearing Miao Yongyi's words, Ning Zhiheng was speechless. He knew Miao Yongyi very well and knew that this brother had always been straightforward and passionate. He had always kept him by his side, thinking that he was doing it for his own good. Perhaps he had made a mistake. Should he give him some opportunities and let him stand on his own? That way, he might have a better future.
However, he was also a little worried. To be honest, Miao Yongyi's personality was not suitable for being a secret agent. Without his protection, it was hard to say whether an accident would happen.
He hesitated for a long time before finally making a decision. Miao Yongyi was a righteous and passionate man, and he didn't need to take care of him with such concern. Besides, it seemed that doing so would make his brother very unhappy.
Ning Zhiheng said, "Alright, it's settled then. From now on, you and your men will be responsible for tracking and monitoring Miyahara Ryohei. You can draw on weapons and funds as you please until we get a result. This case will take a long time, so be prepared!"
"That's great, Zhiheng. Don't worry, I won't act rashly." Miao Yongyi was overjoyed to hear Ning Zhiheng agree. He could finally stand on his own and do some things he wanted to do. Just thinking about being able to personally uncover Japanese spies was incredibly exciting.
With the matter settled, Miao Yongyi felt relieved. He looked around and suddenly remembered something, asking, "By the way, why haven't I seen Lao Sun these past few days?"
Ning Zhiheng smiled faintly and said, "He has a special mission to handle, so you won't be able to see him for the time being."
Sun Jiacheng is now inseparable from Tan Jinhui, and is specifically responsible for training Tan Jinhui. Tan Jinhui's existence is top secret and cannot be known to others, including Miao Yongyi.
Miao Yongyi shook his head and said with some regret, "That's a real pity. We both have missions, and we'll probably meet again in Chongqing."
At noon the next day, in the south of Wuhan, Miao Yongyi, dressed in a coarse cloth shirt and wearing a felt hat, appeared at the door of a small hotel.
He looked up at the sign on the shop door, then stepped inside. The hotel was small, but it was quite full of people, mostly refugees who had poured into Wuhan.
Miao Yongyi pulled his hat brim low to cover his face and waited patiently until there was no one in front of the counter before he went up to talk to the shopkeeper.
"Shopkeeper, I'd like to book a room."
The innkeeper, a middle-aged man in his thirties, looked up at Miao Yongyi and politely replied, "I'm sorry, our inn is full. Please try another one!"
Miao Yongyi didn't reply, but said again, "I want the best-lit, south-facing room!"
The innkeeper across from them was taken aback, then smiled slightly and said politely, "I'm sorry, we don't have any superior rooms available, but we have three suites facing north."
"Please take care of me, sir. I was introduced by Boss Liu."
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Liu?"
"The owner of the calligraphy and painting shop in the west of the city, Mr. Liu, paints the best tigers."
"Oh, so you're Mr. Liu's friend. Please, please come inside and let's talk!"
The middle-aged shopkeeper gestured, leading Miao Yong into the back room.
The middle-aged shopkeeper led Miao Yongyi into the back room, carefully examined him, and said slowly, "This emergency contact point hasn't been used for a long time. What do you need me to do?"
Miao Yongyi said softly, "I want to contact the underground organization in Shanghai. I have important information to report."
The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, then said, "I need to ask for permission."
Miao Yongyi frowned and said again, "I'm in a tight time and may leave Wuhan at any time. Please contact me as soon as possible. Just tell them I'm Xiucai's messenger and need a second verification."
The shopkeeper nodded. This emergency contact point had a very high level of confidentiality; it was a dedicated contact point for the city party committee's direct leaders. If they were able to come to him, the information they needed to report must be very important, so he couldn't delay.
"Okay, you wait here for my news!"
An hour later, the innkeeper led a thin old man in a long robe into the room.
The innkeeper left the room, and the old man looked at Miao Yongyi, smiling as he asked, "I am a representative of the Wuhan Municipal Party Committee. You can call me Uncle Quan. What is your identity?"
Miao Yongyi said, “I am a member of an organization directly under the leadership of the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee. Before coming to Wuhan, the organization gave me the contact information for this emergency contact point, saying that if there is an emergency, I should come here to seek your help.”
After saying that, he took out half a banknote and quietly looked at the other person. This was to verify the other person's rank, because the other half of the banknote was in the hands of a high-ranking official in the Wuhan Municipal Party Committee. If the other person did not take out the other half of the banknote, he could not reveal his situation.
After all, Miao Yongyi himself had a very high level of secrecy. He was a direct subordinate of Lin Hanwen, the person in charge of the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee. Within the entire Shanghai Municipal Party Committee, only Lin Hanwen and his superior, the old watch repairman, knew of his existence.
Uncle Quan took out a book from his pocket, opened it, and took out half a brand-new banknote from the pages inside.
The two halves of a banknote fit together perfectly. Miao Yongyi and Uncle Quan confirmed each other's identities and smiled at each other, relieved.
This is the second verification required only for the highest-level underground agents to confirm their identities. Lin Hanwen specifically gave it to Miao Yongyi before coming to Wuhan, in case something happened to him in Wuhan and he lost contact with him. This shows how much Lin Hanwen valued Miao Yongyi.
After confirming his identity, Miao Yongyi spoke up: "I am a member directly under the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee, codenamed Clock. I have been undercover in Shanghai, but now the situation has changed and my undercover location needs to be changed. However, I only have one contact point in Wuhan. If I go to work in Changsha or Chongqing, I will lose contact. In order not to lose contact, I need to report my situation to the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee and ask for instructions on the next steps!"
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