Chapter 70: The Fox Appears

  "Really?" Maggi said softly, also looking at Chen Xiru with a slightly frightened expression.

  "The negotiating representative is still in the dark. He must be fooled by the Communist Army. Maji Ping, Maji Ping, my old face has been lost because of you." Chen Xiru said with his left hand covering his chest, shaking his head from time to time, and pointing at Maji Ping beside him.

  Knitting his eyebrows tightly, with a twisted mouth, he had an utterly grief-stricken look.

  "Director, calm down." Maji Ping walked to Chen Xiru's side, stretched out his hand and stroked his hand, looking at Chen Xiru with a mixture of fear and gentleness, saying: "There must be some misunderstanding here."

  "What nonsense!" Chen Xiru immediately lifted his head and turned to face Ma Jiping, shouting.

  "Ma Ji Ping!" Chen Xi Ru said, slowly opening the hand that was covering his chest and pointing at him. "You are the biggest fool in our Jiangnan Bureau! You were played by Han Ying Chun, did you know that?"

  He glared at Maggie Ping, his face full of anger.

  Ma Ji Ping immediately turned around and walked towards the outside.

  "What are you doing?" Chen Xiru asked loudly as she looked at him.

  "I'll go and get in touch with Han Yingchun and get to the bottom of things." Ma Jiping said loudly as he looked at Chen Xiru, and then turned around and walked out.

  "You still dare to pretend you don't know anything!" Chen Xiru glared at Ma Jiping's back, panting heavily, and slammed his hand on the table as he bellowed.

  Ma Ji Ping rushed out of Chen Xiru's office and into the corridor, when suddenly he heard Chen Xiru's voice in his ear: "You fool let Han Ying Chun play you."

  He cursed in his heart: "I let this fool play me."

  He thought so, and actually turned around in the corridor like a lost dog, but then walked towards the intelligence room with a sad face.

  "Ma Ke Long." A female agent called out to him as she walked by his side, but he seemed to have not heard her.

  At this time, Maji Ping was walking hastily towards the Intelligence City, and even in the straight corridor, there was not a single person. Maji Ping was like a lonely stray dog wandering around in the corridor.

  At this time, Chen Xiru was also covering his own chest, suddenly paralyzed and sat in a chair, raising his head and panting heavily.

  In the telegraph room, several telegram clerks were busily rushing about, while Maji Ping was pacing back and forth.

  At this time, he suddenly opened the rarely opened button and came to a reporter's side and asked: "Is there any news?"

  "Not yet." The female radio operator replied softly.

  Ma Ji Ping shifted his body and gritted his teeth, saying: "Fire again."

  "We've all sent out over a dozen already." The female postal worker said to Ma Ji Ping with a hint of annoyance.

  "What nonsense are you talking about? Send it again, send it." Ma Ji Ping said angrily.

  The postal clerk began to send the telegram. Maji Ping, on the other hand, put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head and walked back and forth uncomfortably.

  At this moment, Chen Xiru walked in with big strides.

  As soon as Chen Xiru walked in, the busy clerks immediately stood up to greet him. Ma Jiping also stood at attention and called out softly: "Director."

  At this time, Maji Ping had already lost the proud air of just now, and what was left was a look like a bereaved dog.

  "Have you got in touch?" Chen Xiru stood there, with his back to Ma Jiping, and asked gruffly.

  "Not yet," replied Maggi promptly.

  "For the time being..." Chen Xiru said, staring tightly at Maji Ping, step by step approaching him. Those eyes seemed to be spewing fire: "Can't get in touch with you?"

  "Director, calm down, don't be in a hurry, just wait a little while longer." Ma Jiping said softly to Chen Xiru as he quickly pulled over a chair for him to sit: "Just wait a little while longer, there will be news soon."

  "Fart!" Chen Xiru kicked over the chair with one foot, pointing at him with his finger and gritting his teeth: "Ma Jiping, Ma Jiping, you're just a wine bag! How could you not even figure out whether someone is truly surrendering or faking it? And yet you still dare to show your face in front of me, asking for credit and reward?"

  Chen Xiru stared at Ma Jiping, who was shouting loudly, occasionally pointing at him and his own nose, waving his fist. He looked like a thunderstorm, as if he wanted to swallow Ma Jiping whole.

  At this time, Maji Ping didn't dare to talk back, he just stood there with a sad face, looking at Chen Xiru in front of him.

  "Thanks to your years at the Military Bureau, even a cooked duck like this one has flown away." Chen Xiru said as he paced back and forth in agitation, then stopped in front of Ma Jiping, staring intently at him, his hands clasped together in a pleading gesture: "Ma Jiping, you go to Nanjing yourself to explain!"

  Chen Xiru said with a pointing finger while carrying a bundle on her shoulder.

  Ma Ji stood with his head lowered and didn't dare say a word.

  "You still want to be the deputy director, I think you can hold onto your department head position, that's a great virtue!" Chen Xiru said loudly while looking at Ma Jiping and fiercely pounding his chest.

  At this time, Maji Ping not only knew that his beautiful dream of becoming a deputy director had already turned into a bubble, but also felt that his position as the head of this department was precarious.

  At this time, he really looked like a mangy dog with its head hung low, standing there silently, allowing Chen Xiru to rant and rave in front of him.

  "Rubbish!" Chen Xiru yelled at Ma Jiping, then turned around and quickly walked out.

  "What are you still dazed about? Continue sending!" Ma Ji Ping furrowed his brow, opened his mouth, and turned his head. In a moment, he loudly shouted at those reporters.

  Now he's venting all the humiliation he suffered earlier on these underlings. This is indeed a case of big fish eating small fish, and small fish eating shrimp.

  "I don't believe that duck can fly! Let it go!" Ma Ji Ping paced back and forth, shouting loudly at the reporters.

  In Chen Xiru's office, Liu Shiqiang and Mei Wenjie stood side by side, each with a serious expression on their faces.

  Chen Xiru walked in from outside, holding onto the back of a chair, with a mournful face, and loudly slapped the table, saying: "This son, this face has been lost at home. Ma Jiping, this fool, really can't accomplish anything but can cause trouble, I'm so angry that I'd like to shoot him dead."

  He said, waving his hand fiercely, as if only in this way could he vent his hatred.

  "Director, was Han Yingchun exposed by the Communist Party or was he a fake defector from the very beginning?" Mei Wenjie turned his head to look at Chen Xiru and asked.

  "Now, does it still matter?" Chen Xiru said with a shake of her head and a sorrowful face.

  "Of course, it's important. If he's a fake defector, then let Marco think about how to explain himself in Nanjing. But if he's been discovered by the Communist Party, then things won't be that simple." Mei Wenjie said, looking at Chen Xiru.

  Liu Shijiang on the other side was also shocked when he heard this, Mei Wenjie was indeed different, but being able to compete with such an opponent was also very exciting.

  Thinking so, but on his face, he still pretended to be unmoved and listened. But still didn't turn his head to look at her, as if he was very concerned about what she said.

  "Director, at that time, the fake execution you designed for Han Yingchun was flawless. Logically speaking, the Communist Party shouldn't have suspected Han Yingchun's identity. But now they've seen through it, which means they might have known beforehand. Han Yingchun has already defected, it's just a matter of turning things to our advantage. Director, who else in the bureau knows about Han Yingchun's case?" Mei Wenjie asked Chen Xiru.

  At this time, Chen Xiru had already gone to one side to pour himself a cup of tea. Liu Shiqiang turned his head to look at Mei Wenjie, secretly admiring the ability of this female special agent.

  If such a person were in our hands, she would be a good fighter, but unfortunately she has joined the wrong side and is doing things that are against the people.

  "It's just me and Maji Ping." Chen Xiru said lightly with his hands behind his back. After a moment, he suddenly turned around, opened his eyes wide, and looked at Mei Wenjie, asking: "What do you mean?" Another moment later, he asked: "Is there an insider in the meeting?"

  "Right." Mei Wenjie said firmly as he looked at Chen Xiru.

  Chen Xiru leaned against the table, looking at Mei Wenjie, seemingly lost in thought.

  ………?

  At this time, in a mountainous area of my liberated zone, the sea was shrouded in a thick fog, and in the depths of the fog, a faint sun hung there.

  On a mountain, there is a larger lake. On the lake, there is a thatched cottage. Nearby, there is a large area of lush cornfields.

  At this time, one or two people came out of the house. The front one wore a straw hat on his head, and the back one had just stepped out of the door sill and turned around to close the two large gates.

  The two people walked along the lake shore towards one side.

  It turned out that the one wearing a straw hat was the fox, and the other was his subordinate.

  The two of them were walking on the small path in the middle of the cornfield. As they walked, the agent in front kept turning his head to check the surroundings.

  On the mountain path, there are several houses built along the stone steps, and on the road, many pedestrians are walking back and forth.

  At this time, the fox and his subordinate had also arrived here. His subordinate walked a few meters in front of him, while the fox followed behind with a blue bag on his shoulder, walking at a steady pace.

  Turning around a corner, I came into a teahouse.

  The fox's subordinate sat down at a table on this side, and the fox walked a few steps to sit down at another table on that side.

  The master of the difference is pouring tea for the fox's subordinate, and the fox looks up at this.

  At this time, a man walked over from the mountain road on the opposite side, with his hands in his jacket pockets. He came close and saw these two people, stopped to look for a while, looked tense all over his face, then turned around and ran quickly back down the road he had come from.