Fang Boyi shook his head. He was the one who first set up the code name "Shadow". The first two Shadows were his most capable intelligence agents. The third Shadow was a member he secretly developed before the sacrifice of the previous Shadow, Comrade Lu Ming. Lu Ming's sudden sacrifice made the identity and background of the new Shadow a mystery, so there were no files or records of him in the party's intelligence department.
Unfortunately, this Shadow was overly cautious, and even every contact was one-way. The underground party and the organization had no way of knowing anything about him or his information. They could only judge from a few intelligence contacts in Nanjing that Shadow might be a high-ranking intelligence agent infiltrating the Kuomintang's Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.
"Actually, there's nothing to report. We don't even know the specifics of Shadow's situation. I'll contact the person in charge of the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee. Your job is to be responsible for contacting Shadow, and you won't participate in any other intelligence operations. I'll also report this situation to headquarters, and the relationship with Shadow will be taken over by headquarters."
Fang Boyi is currently in Chongqing and unable to control the intelligence network in Shanghai, which is thousands of miles away. Under these circumstances, he must hand over the organizational structure of Shadow in order to maximize the special role of Shadow.
Fang Boyi then looked at the US dollars in the box next to him and asked, "How much money is in here?"
Xia Deyan replied, "I roughly counted it, and it should be eighty thousand US dollars. This is another huge sum of money, which once again proves that Shadow must have a very high status in the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics. He has channels to continuously obtain large amounts of funds."
"Another $80,000 has arrived! This is a timely help. We are currently short of operating funds. Headquarters has sent a large number of people, but Chongqing is now a land of exorbitant prices. So many comrades don't even have a place to stay. Some of them are even crammed into shacks to hide in. It's been so difficult. Now it's all good. We can finally catch our breath."
Looking at the box of US dollars, Fang Boyi couldn't help but sigh again. The huge sums of money that Shadow had sent each time had been of great help to the underground party. This time was no different. The establishment of the underground organization in Chongqing was not progressing smoothly, mainly because of money. The personnel were not a problem, as they could be transferred from headquarters. However, the huge changes in Chongqing had caught everyone off guard. In just a few months, a million people had been crammed into the small mountain city, and the housing shortage was unimaginable. Now that this problem had finally been solved, Fang Boyi breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yes, these funds alone have solved so many problems for us. Shadow's contribution is truly immense!" Xia Deyan said with a sigh.
"It's a pity, such good things won't happen again in the future," Fang Boyi said with a wry smile.
These were his true feelings. When Shadow was in Nanjing, he had provided the organization with a large amount of funds, which solved many problems that they couldn't solve before. But now that he knew Shadow had gone to Shanghai, he would no longer have such a source of funds.
Hearing his words, Xia Deyan laughed heartily and said, "It's a pity for this God of Wealth, but I'm setting off tomorrow to go to Shanghai with him and make a fortune!"
At this point, he suddenly remembered something and then said to Fang Boyi, "Old Fang, after I leave, the Qing Shi Tea House in Chongqing should continue to operate. If one day Shadow is suddenly transferred back to the Chongqing headquarters, this channel must be preserved."
“I’ve thought of that too. After you leave, I will send a reliable comrade to take over Qing Shi Tea House and make all the necessary preparations.” Fang Boyi said, then stepped forward and extended his hand to Xia Deyan. “Old Xia, we’ve fought together for so many years, from the Northern Expedition to now. I really can’t bear to part with you. After this separation, I don’t know when we’ll meet again. Take good care of yourself!”
Take care of yourself too!
The two men held hands tightly, deeply reluctant to part as comrades-in-arms of many years were about to separate.
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