Chapter Thirty-One Interrogation (Part Two)

  It was just past noon when Fu Qiusheng arrived downstairs. At this time, Ye Jinling only served coffee and hot tea in the elegant seat, which was quite different from the business projects at night.

  Wang Wei was already aware of the movements on that side. If nothing unexpected happened, Huai Jin would come over at any time to inform him of the progress.

  As expected, a military green jeep was reflected in the glass door outside. The woman who got out of the car had her hat brim pulled down very low, only revealing a straight nose and two lips that hid her emotions cleanly. When she approached and sat down opposite Fu Qiusheng, taking off her hat, it was only then that one could see the turmoil hidden in her layered eyes.

  Fu Qiusheng slowly poured her a cup of clear tea, "How is it?"

  "As expected, the focus of suspicion is on that antique list, and it's identical to what was reported. If she can prove that she only briefly came into contact with the list, there shouldn't be a big problem."

  Fu Qiusheng nodded and then said: "Mr. Duan has replied by telegram."

  Hua Jing's heart skipped a beat as she realized it was about her request to have Dong Zhiyu withdrawn, and suddenly felt an inexplicable tension, looking up at the other person.

  "No approval," Fu Qiu Sheng took a sip of tea.

  For some reason, Huai Jin suddenly felt that her heart had been put down, with a kind of lucky joy, quietly spreading throughout her body. The next moment she was puzzled, not understanding Duan Yunong's decision, nor her own reaction.

  Fu Qiusheng saw that her eyes were changing rapidly, and he couldn't grasp it, so he continued: "He said that at present, it is the time to investigate the antique case, and she is also one of the suspects. No matter what reason they find to let her go, it would be a bit like 'this place has no silver three hundred taels'. Moreover, Manager Duan said that she has ability, but she is young and impulsive, and needs support."

  Huaijin didn't make a sound, from the beginning, she had a feeling that someone was forcing this girl on her. She never approved of finding herself a "cannon fodder", in her opinion, it was just an unnecessary sacrifice. But judging from the antique dealer incident, this girl indeed had some skills that ordinary people didn't have, and could be put to use.

  Fu Qiusheng cleared his throat. He had told a small lie to Huaijin today. He had indeed reported Huaijin's request to Duan Yunong, and Duan Yunong had indeed rejected it. But the first reason he had just given was something he had added himself. He didn't want Dong Zhiyu to leave either. Anyone who could share the risk with Huaijin, he wanted to keep.

  "What about the punishment for my request?" Huai Jin asked seriously.

  "Originally, it was going to be a demotion in military rank, but Director Duan took into account your great contributions and only gave you a disciplinary warning."

  In the interrogation room of Ding's house, Zhou Biqing sat on a chair with a dazed expression, and this was already the nth time she had been asked this question by different people today.

  "Wu Naijun and Dong Zhiyu have met each other's translation lists several times. How long?"

  "I've said it before, only once, and this is also the procedure required by the superior. I received a phone call saying they wanted to review the list, so I prepared it according to the requirements for them to see."

  "Watch your attitude! How long did those two look at each other?"

  "Five to ten minutes, no more than ten minutes. They just take a look to see if there's anything unusual that they don't know how to translate."

  "Were you present throughout the entire process? Was anyone taking notes?"

  "It's all under my nose, and no one is keeping a record." Zhou Biqing felt that these people were just wasting their time. If anyone could remember the twenty tongue-twisting names in such a short period of time without missing a single word, they wouldn't need to be translators anymore. What should they do instead? She thought, being spies would be good, but then she thought again, weren't they currently investigating spies? Zhou Biqing yawned, waiting for her father to find someone to bail her out.

  A little guy with green eyes and brown hair at the door was winking and making faces at the guard, shouting: "Let my girlfriend go!"

  The noise was too loud and alarmed the Special Affairs Department.

  "Who is Dong Zhiyu to you?"

  Girlfriend.

  The staff of the Special Affairs Department were whispering to each other, and even the temporary interpreter brought along felt refreshed.

  "Tell me what happened after Dong translated for you all that night."

  "That night, Zhiyu went to the train station to pick us up. By the way, there was also an old professor who couldn't speak English with us. She's really beautiful, I've been in Korea for so long and haven't met such a beautiful girl, she..."

  "Mr. Hansen, get to the point."

  "Alright, you've ruined my uncle's business. We were supposed to make a good profit, but now he and his people have to return to the US empty-handed. Just listen patiently to my story and then release my girlfriend."

  "Mr. Hansen, may I ask why you didn't return to America with your uncle?"

  "Maybe because my girlfriend is here? Still locked in your interrogation room?" Matthew had a "you're an idiot and you still don't admit it" expression.

  "Please go on with what happened that night."

  "Oh God! If you guys didn't interrupt me, I would have finished talking a long time ago. Zhiyu took us to the New Metropolitan Building, and we hit it off immediately, so we made plans to meet up at Night Golden City later. She left first, and when I arrived, there was this annoying guy with the surname Ye who was also there. He thought Zhiyu had a thing for him, and we almost got into a fight over it. Many of you know about this already." Matthew smiled habitually.

  "So did Dong translate that night after sending off the antique dealer and then go to Yejinling to attend a gathering?"

  "Don't need me to prove it?"

  "What happened afterwards? What did she do?"

  "A gentleman should never give evidence against a lady's character."

  "Hanson! Don't talk nonsense! Zhiyu was with me that night!" Ye Mingtian almost rushed in.

  The people in the interrogation room looked helpless, and the originally serious and tense questioning seemed to have gotten entangled in a romantic affair. The list of antiques was sent to Yu Pei and Chi Kong Party the next day, and no matter who Dong Zhiyu was with, it seemed that there was no time for the crime. According to Zhou Biqing's confession, she also did not have the opportunity to copy the list of antiques. This charming diplomatic translator might as well be let go first, decided the Special Affairs Department.

  Huai Jin had just returned to Dingjia Bridge when she saw Dong Zhiyu being surrounded by two foreign men, walking out of the No. 1 Middle School. When Dong Zhiyu saw her, his eyes finally lit up, and Ye Mingtian also walked over, "Huaisanmou."

  "What's going on?"

  "Halfway through, a Cheng Yaoguang appeared out of nowhere! I was just about to get Zhiyu out, but this guy suddenly ran over and almost ruined everything!"

  Huai Jin blinked her eyes, and this time she was really confused. "People, have they been released?"

  "Let go."

  "That's good."

  Huai Jin walked past Dong Zhiyu's side, nodded to her, and Dong Zhiyu smiled, everything was fine. What remained was how to deal with these two men.

  Back in the office, Huai Jin dialed the file room phone: "I need a background information on all irregular troops that have been incorporated since last August, the more detailed the better."

  The author has something to say: Yesterday, I passed by Nanjing City and it's said that the place where Dong Zhiyu used to work is now the location of the Nanjing Municipal Government. There are armed guards at each of the east and west gates. When they saw me, they asked, "Comrade, who are you looking for?" I felt like I had traveled through time and space - it was the first time in my life that I was called "comrade". I was serious, I was stifling a laugh, and I wanted to say, "I'm looking for Dong Zhiyu, her mother is calling her home for dinner."

  Go ahead and give suggestions, but no need to top the small number. Singing double reeds is not fun either. I'm writing spy war articles, don't let me make a big deal out of it. It's not good if it gets broken... Who knows who ~

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