novelslam Chapter 31 even includes a part-time job!
Chapter 31 even includes a part-time job!
After cursing Old Wu, Old Ma turned to Zhang Chengfei and waved his hand, saying, "Now that you know, go back. Be careful not to say anything carelessly or give anything away, lest you alert the enemy."
Zhang Chengfei remained unmoved: "Section Chief, you need to give me an explanation."
Old Ma stared at him in disbelief: "What do you mean? What explanation am I giving you? Do you even know what you're saying?"
When has their security department ever needed to explain themselves to a newly hired technician when they're catching spies? What a joke!
Zhang Chengfei remained calm: "Let me explain. First of all, I developed the mini-tiller, right? It embodies my personal efforts, doesn't it?"
Now, you've placed a spy in my project.
He pointed to the paper on the table that contained Lao Tian's personal information and network of connections: "If he really steals my project information, it will be like all my hard work has gone down the drain."
So, who will bear this loss? Who will make up for my hard work? And who will bear the losses suffered by the country as a result?
Goodness, he kept saying "take on" and "bear the burden," and Old Ma laughed.
"Stop trying to pin this on me!"
Zhang Chengfei, Zhang Chengfei, I think you shouldn't be staying in the machine factory. You should be an apprentice to that level eight fitter!
Zhang Chengfei knew he was referring to Yi Zhonghai, and thought to himself, "I won't be his apprentice, but my grandson will be his apprentice."
Old Ma's face was serious, and his voice was loud: "My job is to find out the spies and get Tian Zhigang into the micro-tiller team. It's part of our plan."
As for what to do if something goes wrong? Don't you trust our security department's capabilities?
When he said the last sentence, his voice had clearly risen.
Zhang Chengfei had no doubt that if he were one of Zhang Chengfei's soldiers, he would have been severely reprimanded.
However, he was not intimidated at all: "Of course I believe in your abilities. But this matter is of great importance, and it is closely related to my personal and collective honor, so I cannot afford not to think it through."
So, section chief, you need to give me an explanation.
"You son of a bitch!"
Seeing that Lao Ma was about to curse, Lao Wu quickly stepped in to smooth things over, "Don't rush, don't rush, platoon leader, let's talk this out."
Old Ma slammed his fist on the table: "How many times have I told you? Use your job title during work hours! You're afraid people won't know we're comrades-in-arms, aren't you?"
Old Wu lightly slapped himself on the face: "Section Chief Ma, Section Chief Ma. Um, how about we ask Zhang Chengfei first what kind of explanation he wants? Then we can have a chat?"
He looked at Zhang Chengfei, signaling him to speak quickly.
The latter spoke slowly: "My demands aren't high, I just hope I won't be kept in the dark."
This is the right to know the details of the case.
Old Ma laughed: "What qualifications do you, a mere technician, have to make us report to you?"
Zhang Chengfei: "The micro-tiller project is my life's work. Of course, it's also because you, section chief, have been lurking in the machinery factory's technical department for almost a year, yet you still haven't managed to catch Lao Tian."
One sentence was enough to make Lao Ma blush again.
He jumped up, forcefully opened the storage cabinet next to him, pulled out four thick kraft paper folders, and slammed them in front of Zhang Chengfei.
"This contains all the investigation records of our task force since the trenching machine was leaked."
"The work of capturing spies has always been difficult and arduous. In the early days of liberation, it took the work group five years to completely eradicate the Wild Wolf gang."
The task force spent two and a half years trying to capture rattlesnakes in 1952.
In 1956, a task force followed a major spy codenamed "Viper" and his gang for four years to capture them!
Old Ma spoke rapidly: "Kid, do you think this is a movie?"
If anyone seemed suspicious, they'd be dragged straight to the security office, put on the tiger bench, given chili water, and whipped with a salt water rod—and the enemy would confess?
Old Wu pressed him down onto a stool and looked at Zhang Chengfei: "These spies are all professionally trained, and their actions can have far-reaching consequences."
In order not to alert the criminals, we cannot act rashly unless we can guarantee that we can eradicate the entire criminal gang.
"No matter what, we didn't waste a single second. Zhang, you should trust us, trust our law enforcement."
Hearing this, Zhang Chengfei felt a little embarrassed, realizing that his words had indeed lacked some thought.
Fortunately, Old Ma's temper flared up quickly and subsided just as fast.
After calming down, he looked at Zhang Chengfei and asked, "You really value the mini-tiller project?"
"Of course," Zhang Chengfei said, closing his eyes and making things up. "I spent two of my three years of vocational school on this."
Old Ma: "Then I'll give you a task. Do you dare to accept it?"
"What mission?"
"What can I say if you don't answer?"
"How am I supposed to respond if you don't tell me?"
"Hey! You're being stubborn." In the end, Old Ma gave in.
He told Zhang Chengfei that although Lao Tian seemed simple, his network of relationships was far more complex than it appeared.
They are currently planning to send a comrade to Lao Tian's side to cultivate a good relationship with him, thereby seeking a new breakthrough.
"We were having a meeting just now, which was about selecting people... and then you volunteered to come up to us..." Old Ma tapped the table.
Zhang Chengfei frowned: "You want me to get close to Lao Tian?"
"right."
"Okay." Zhang Chengfei replied readily.
It's not that he's looking for trouble; it's just that even if you're a thief for a thousand days, you can't be a thief for a thousand days. If he didn't know about this, he would have let it go.
Now that he knew that he couldn't sit still and was afraid of losing Lao Tian as long as he wasn't eliminated, fine. Although the mini-tiller wasn't his brainchild, he still didn't want it to fall into enemy hands.
"Section Chief Ma, this doesn't comply..." Old Wu said anxiously.
"There's nothing wrong with him. Think about it yourself. Between the security department and the technical department, is there anyone more suitable than Zhang Chengfei?" Old Ma waved his hand. "I'll talk to the higher-ups. You don't need to worry about it."
Old Wu knew his platoon leader's temper, so he didn't try to persuade him any further. He simply told Zhang Chengfei that his mission was to lie in wait and keep watch, and not to act rashly or do anything reckless.
"Never engage in direct conflict with Lao Tian. We're part of the arrest operation; you're just his eyes, eyes that are constantly watching Lao Tian. Understand?"
Zhang Chengfei nodded to indicate that he understood, but then turned to ask, "Section Chief Wu, could you provide me with a weapon?"
Old Wu wiped his face again: "No, didn't you understand what I just told you?"
Zhang Chengfei blinked. "I understand, but what if something happens while I'm with such a dangerous person? Having a weapon for self-defense isn't unreasonable, is it?"
Old Wu completely fainted. How come this person is just like their section chief, completely unable to understand what people are saying?
Ultimately, with Section Chief Ma making the final decision, Zhang Chengfei successfully obtained a Type 51 rifle.
When Lao Wu handed the weapon to Zhang Chengfei, he repeatedly told him to hide it well.
"Don't worry, the place I hid is so hidden that even my own mother can't find it!" Zhang Chengfei held a real gun for the first time in both his lives and couldn't put it down.
Old Wu snatched the gun from his hand, secured it for him, and straightened the hem of his clothes.
Section Chief Ma muttered to himself, "She still has that motherly personality. Why can't she change?"
Old Wu was displeased: "If you were even slightly reliable, I wouldn't be stuck doing this chores."
Old Ma sneered, "If you were even slightly reliable, this kid wouldn't be standing here."
Old Wu: "..."