At the same time, in the Political Department office, He Feng was talking with Zhao Junmin, the director of the Political Department.
"Brother Yongnian, are you really willing to let your prized disciple jump into the den of dragons and tigers that is Military Intelligence Bureau? That place is not for ordinary people," Zhao Junmin asked with a smile. He poured a cup of hot water and placed it in front of He Feng.
He put in a lot of effort for this transfer and even recommended one of his disciples to join the Military Intelligence Bureau.
He Feng smiled wryly, "What can I do if I'm reluctant? My student is introverted, but he's sincere. He caught my eye when he enrolled, and now he's going to the front lines right after graduation, which is quite dangerous. As his teacher, I can't let him take such a risk."
Furthermore, Huang Xiansheng's influence within the Military Intelligence Bureau is indeed somewhat diminished. Our Baoding faction is strong enough to protect itself within the military. However, its weakness lies in military intelligence.
The big shots would never let this golden opportunity slip by. If the principal hadn't been so firm, otherwise… hehe!
"But for them, the Military Intelligence Bureau isn't a good place either! We had no choice!" Zhao Junmin said with some emotion.
In his heart, he still believed that a soldier's career was on the battlefield, and he despised those underhanded methods. If it weren't for the interests of the Baoding faction, he wouldn't have wanted to send his disciples there.
He Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Yes, but the Military Intelligence Bureau is a special department after all, and it reports directly to the leader. If you do well, your future prospects are no less than those of someone who has worked in the army. Sigh! I don't know if this time I helped them or I harmed them!"
At that time, the military intelligence department was well-organized and operated in secrecy, and many things about it were not known to outsiders. It had a good reputation, so He Feng thought it might be a good choice for Ning Zhiheng.
Unbeknownst to him, this very military intelligence agency would, in a very short period, rapidly expand its influence, recruiting not only soldiers and military academy students, but also engaging in large-scale expansion. At its peak, it had nearly 100,000 agents, distributed among the Kuomintang's army, police, administrative organs, transportation agencies, and even embassies and consulates abroad. They specialized in activities such as surveillance, kidnapping, arrest, and assassination.
Its members were a mixed bag, of varying quality, and it eventually degenerated into a notorious, vast dark kingdom, China's largest spy organization.
When Ning Zhiheng came out of the teaching office, he was still a little dazed. The matter was over just like that.
A military truck was already waiting outside. An officer stepped forward and said, "Ning Zhiheng, get in the truck. We've been waiting for you!"
Ning Zhiheng was stunned. He was supposed to report for duty right away! He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Could you give me a few minutes? I want to tell my classmates. They're still waiting for my message."
The officer's face hardened, and he snapped, "I think your dean of students should have told you what unit you're going to! The first thing you need to learn now is obedience! You probably won't have any more opportunities to interact with your classmates after this, do you understand?"
Ning Zhiheng dared not disobey orders and quickly climbed onto the truck, which then started moving forward. Only then did he realize that there were nine more people in the back of the truck. He even saw two familiar faces from his class, but they were from different classes, and he didn't usually interact with people, so he didn't know their names.
"Ning Zhiheng, I didn't expect you to be the last person chosen?" a classmate said in surprise.
Ning Zhiheng considers himself to be someone with a very low profile among his classmates, but somehow some people still remember him.
These trainees were likely disciples of the instructors from the Baoding training camp. Everyone knew this in their hearts, though no one said it aloud. After exchanging names, they quickly became acquainted.
"I've heard that the Military Intelligence Bureau has always been very mysterious, and I'm afraid many people don't even know that such a department exists."
Do you know exactly what the military intelligence department does?
"I heard he's in charge of military affairs, but basically he's in charge of everything except party affairs!"
One of the students, Lin Yifan, was clearly well-informed and said mysteriously, "This military intelligence department is a powerful department. It has great privileges in the army. It is said to be directly led by the leader, and the opportunities may be more than going to the front line!"
Another classmate added, "I heard that the military intelligence department was established just a few years ago. Several of the main leaders are alumni from the first class of our Whampoa Military Academy, and the members are all graduates of Whampoa from previous years, as well as some elites selected from the military. Ordinary people cannot get in!"
"So, does that mean we're still the elite among our classmates? It makes me sound like I really am more outstanding," Park Jung-cho joked, clearly pleased with himself.
"Your grades are considered elite? I'd believe you if you said you were a dandelion! Haha!" a classmate joked. The two were obviously familiar with each other and knew each other well.
Park Jung-cho is an outgoing person. He joked and teased his classmates without taking it seriously at all!
"I know there are many departments inside. Can you guess which department we'll be assigned to this time?"
"Who knows! But I'm sure the teachers have already made arrangements for us."
"I estimate that the allocation will still depend on each individual's specific circumstances. I wonder what everyone is good at?"
Everyone was talking animatedly, but Ning Zhiheng remained silent, which aroused the curiosity of those around him.
"Zhiheng, why aren't you saying anything? What are you good at?" Lin Yifan asked.
"Tell me first what you're good at?" Ning Zhiheng asked instead of answering immediately.
Lin Yifan said somewhat embarrassedly, "My military skills are average, but my previous tutor was a foreigner, so my English and French are pretty good."
This is a special talent! These days, there are many people who carry guns, but there are very few who can speak foreign languages, especially two.
Besides, people who can afford foreign tutors are from ordinary families! Needless to say, they're either children of officials or children of the wealthy.
“My combat performance is pretty good, and my shooting performance is also quite good!” said Wang Shucheng, a man with a sturdy build.
Everyone started talking at once, giving a brief introduction of their own situations. Ning Zhiheng discovered that these classmates all had a special skill, and one even said that he only had a good memory, and was just average in other aspects.
Everyone else was frank, so Ning Zhiheng could only bite the bullet and say, "My military performance is just average, maybe it's because my shooting score is better!"
That's true. Ning Zhiheng's shooting scores were already quite good, but during the graduation exam a few days ago, probably due to a significant improvement in his physical condition—his eyesight, arm strength, and even his perception were all vastly different—his shooting scores naturally improved dramatically, even surpassing Miao Yongyi, who previously had the best shooting score, which surprised the entire class.
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