"So you're an information broker?" Miao Yongyi said in surprise.
Ning Zhiheng said in a deep voice, "Yes, he is Japanese and speaks Chinese. You can communicate, but you cannot find out his real identity. At the same time, you must prevent him from knowing your identity. He only cares about money. He doesn't care who the buyer is. Your relationship is a simple intelligence transaction. He provides the intelligence and you pay. There are no other interests involved. Do you understand?"
Miao Yongyi had some understanding of intelligence trading from Huo Yueze and Ji Hongyi during his time at the Shanghai intelligence station, but this was his first time doing it himself, and he was a little unsure of himself.
But this was Ning Zhiheng's order, and he couldn't refuse. He had to grit his teeth and do it, and besides, this was a job he had been looking forward to for half a year.
"Yes, I will handle this carefully and will not involve any other matters," Miao Yongyi replied.
Ning Zhiheng then instructed, "Here are your meeting place and time, as well as the activation code. This half of the US dollar bill is your proof, and the other half is in his hands. As for the meeting method in the future, you can discuss it yourselves. It is best to change it periodically to avoid attracting attention."
At this point, he stood up, picked up the suitcase he had brought, placed it on the table, patted it lightly, and said, "This is the latest American military radio. It has stable voltage, high power, and stable performance. It is currently the best radio in the country. You should report directly to the Second Operations Division in Chongqing."
This is a high-end product that Ning Zhiheng specially brought from Shanghai. It is even superior in performance to the radios at the headquarters of the Military Intelligence Bureau.
Miao Yongyi couldn't help but scratch his head, and said somewhat embarrassedly, "Zhiheng, as you know, I'm a latecomer to this field, and I'm not good at telecommunications."
Ning Zhiheng said with a smile, "I know that. You haven't received any training in this area. However, Hao Yi under your command can send and receive messages. He can act as your carrier pigeon. In the future, you need to give Hao Yi a new identity and a new residence. You can't let the other people at the Wuhan station know about it."
When Miao Yongyi was carrying out his surveillance mission, he had five former agents from the Shanghai intelligence station under his command. They later stayed with Miao Yongyi at the Wuhan station and became his capable assistants. They were also Ning Zhiheng's former subordinates. Ning Zhiheng knew their backgrounds very well and had considered everything in advance.
Miao Yongyi nodded and agreed, "Hao Yi! I understand. I'll go back and immediately reassign him a new identity so he can be out of everyone's sight."
"How many radio stations are there at Wuhan Station?" Ning Zhiheng then asked.
Miao Yongyi replied, "Originally there were three. Wuhan Station had one radio station each in Hankou Town, Wuchang Town, and Hanyang Town for easy communication. However, the radio station in Hankou was destroyed by the Japanese last year, resulting in the loss of many people. Currently, there are only two radio stations left, but they are in the hands of people in the headquarters and the intelligence department, respectively."
"From now on, you'll have your own radio. The box contains the set frequency, the agreed-upon transmission time, and the latest codebook. Tell Hao Yi to be extremely careful and not make the slightest mistake!" Ning Zhiheng instructed, pointing to the suitcase.
"Now I'll give you a brief explanation of some of the rules of intelligence trading!"
Ning Zhiheng then recounted some of the knowledge he possessed to Miao Yongyi, giving him a general understanding to facilitate future intelligence transactions.
"That's about it. Remember, you need to determine an appropriate amount based on the value of the intelligence. Based on our previous transaction with this mole, his asking price isn't high. It's 50% cheaper than the price we paid in Shanghai. Also, pay half upfront each time, and then pay the other half after confirming the intelligence's authenticity."
Upon hearing this, Miao Yongyi's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "That would require a lot of funding, and I don't have a single penny on me!"
Ning Zhiheng smiled slightly, took out a draft from his pocket, placed it in front of Miao Yongyi, and said with a smile, "This is a draft from Citibank, for $30,000 in operating funds. You can withdraw the money at the Citibank branch in Hankou. In addition, you need to set up several more safe houses, especially the locations for sending telegrams. You must choose them carefully and put in a lot of effort. The Japanese Special Higher Police and the Military Police in Wuhan are quite powerful, so don't let them get away with it!"
"That's great! You don't know, our Military Intelligence Bureau is having a tough time these days. By the time the funds reach me, the action team leader, there's hardly anything left!" Miao Yongyi said with delight as he took the bank draft.
He had been worried about money lately, and now he had suddenly received so much funding, far more than the entire Wuhan intelligence station had.
Ning Zhiheng continued, "The investment in intelligence is a bottomless pit, but it is all worthwhile. A piece of valuable intelligence can save the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers. Our intelligence department in Shanghai now invests millions of dollars every year, and even that is not enough."
Miao Yongyi had also worked at the Shanghai intelligence station and had heard about this situation. Most of the profits from smuggling by the Shanghai intelligence department each year were thrown into this bottomless pit.
"If you want to open an account at Citibank in the future, I will have someone deposit three thousand US dollars into that account every month for operating expenses. Citibank is a foreign bank, and the Japanese have no control over it or the right to investigate it, so it is relatively safe."
If there are high-value intelligence transactions and you don't have enough money, just submit a request, and I will continue to allocate funds to you. In short, don't worry about insufficient funding; I will fully support you!
This treatment is extremely generous; among all the intelligence departments of the Military Intelligence Bureau, only the Shanghai Intelligence Section offers such treatment.
Miao Yongyi's eyes were practically squinting with joy. He nodded repeatedly in agreement. Today's gains were immense. Not only had he acquired an important source of intelligence, but he had also obtained so much funding. Uncle Quan had been worried about the funds to bail people out, but now that was no longer a problem.
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