A Kuomintang agent's spy career during the War of Resistance against Japan

Chapter 80 I want to start a newspaper called "Daily Fun Facts of Shanghai" and a "Di

The night in Hong Kong is dazzling and mesmerizing. At the Peninsula Hotel's terrace restaurant, a string orchestra plays soothing jazz music, amidst elegantly dressed people and clinking glasses.

Han Zhenhua cut off a piece of tender and juicy steak, put it in his mouth, but his gaze wandered somewhat.

Across from her, Feng Chengcheng was enthusiastically recounting the interesting things that happened while shopping on Queen's Road that day. Her fair cheeks were flushed with a slight intoxication, and her eyes were filled with deep affection.

"Zhenhua, look at this shawl, it's Suzhou embroidery, so exquisite! I specially picked one out for Mother, Second Aunt, and Third Aunt as well..."

"And...and...I also bought one for Auntie. I wonder...when should we go and visit Uncle and Auntie together?" Feng Chengcheng said softly and sweetly, her head bowed.

Han Zhenhua was taken aback! His family background was indeed a problem!

After thinking for a while, he said, "Chengcheng, thank you. My mother, sigh! My family situation is rather complicated, and I don't know how to explain it to you right now (he himself hadn't figured out how to make it up either), but I believe she will definitely like you!"

Hearing Han Zhenhua say, "I believe she will definitely like you," which was practically a confirmation of their relationship, Feng Chengcheng was overjoyed!

However, Han Zhenhua's mind was not on how to fabricate his "background" at the moment, but rather on the important question of how to take his next step.

I've been in Hong Kong for almost two months now. Every day is spent either giving lectures and exchanging ideas, or accompanying Feng Chengcheng on sightseeing and enjoying herself. The days have passed like a dream, so comfortable that it's almost unbelievable.

The gunshots, bloodshed, and conspiracies of Shanghai seem like things from a past life.

In the dead of night, lying on the soft bed in the guest room of Lu Mansion, Han Zhenhua tossed and turned.

"Is that all?" a voice whispered temptingly in his heart. "You've done enough. The Quan Gongting campaign, the five-pronged attack on Nanjing, the air battles of Wuchang and its three towns... You've changed so much and saved countless lives."

Of course, it has also indirectly harmed countless people!

Even without you, we would still have won the War of Resistance, and the Republic of China would still have become one of the major powers in the East and one of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council.

This is like a nation undergoing a baptism of fire and rebirth; without destruction, there can be no construction; a great destruction leads to a great construction!

You are now an internationally renowned physics prodigy, with safety and wealth within your grasp.

Why go back to that meat grinder in Shanghai?

Stay in Hong Kong, or even go to England or the United States, and focus on your physics teaching and research, gradually 'discovering' those advanced physics knowledge from your past life, so that the Republic of China's science and technology can blossom and bear fruit sooner. 'Science and technology are the primary productive forces,' and this is truly a great undertaking that benefits future generations!

The idea was incredibly tempting. Stability, reputation, status, and a beautiful woman by your side... wasn't this the "correct" path for a time traveler?

Like the protagonists in those novels I read in my past life, they either devoted themselves to using technology to change the world or indulged in the pleasures of life with beautiful women in their laps.

But... another voice rose more powerfully from the depths of my heart, filled with a chilling excitement and longing.

"That's fucking boring!"

Han Zhenhua almost shouted, "I'm only eighteen! Not eighty!"

I didn't transmigrate here to be a coward or an old scholar! Physics is very important for the improvement and development of national strength; it can even be said to be a "decisive productive force."

But that was after 1950 or even later, after the "peace and tranquility" had been restored!

But what is this place now? Shanghai in 1938! The capital of Eastern spies! The ultimate stage for dancing on the edge of a knife and risking one's life on a tightrope!

He recalled the tension and excitement of impersonating "Crow" to deliver intelligence, the shock and guilt over the heroic sacrifice of the Lin family father and son, the oppressive feeling brought about by Wang Tianmu's "unfailing memory," and even the perilous encounter with Tsukamoto Kameichi...

This feeling of walking on the edge of life and death, of hearing thunder in silence, this thrill of leveraging one's own strength to change the original plot, is something that no stable life can replace!

"Damn it, life is only a few decades long. I'm a time traveler from the future, what am I afraid of!"

Remembering the movie "Charlotte Yuen Wah" from my past life, I realized that as long as my version of myself in this world died, I could go back. What was there to be afraid of?

Instead of living a mediocre life and waiting to die, why not go all out?

"To become the prototype for future spy dramas, to make future generations of brats drool over my legendary stories, that would be a life well-lived!" His eyes gradually sharpened, and the passion and adventurous spirit of youth completely overwhelmed the temptation of comfort.

My mind is made up! Back to Shanghai! To continue this high-risk, high-excitement "top agent" game!

But this time, we absolutely cannot be like before, acting like "stupid pigs" and being isolated from information!

We must have our own power, our own ears and eyes!

He sat up abruptly, locked the door, drew the curtains tightly, and took out the cell phone that held his fate in its hands from a hidden pocket.

He turned on the computer, the screen lit up, and the familiar wallpaper made his heart ache, but it was quickly replaced by a firm will.

He opened the AI ​​software, took a deep breath, and began inputting commands, his fingers flying across the phone screen:

Search: How to quickly build an underground intelligence force in Shanghai in 1938?

Key requirements: 1. Strong information gathering capabilities and excellent intelligence network. 2. Relatively reliable members who are not easily bribed or betrayed. 3. Rapid formation. 4. Maintaining a low profile to avoid attracting excessive attention from the Japanese, the Kuomintang's Military Intelligence Bureau, collaborators' organizations, and various British and French forces.

The phone screen flickered faintly, displaying a rapid list of messages:

Option 1: Infiltrate or take control of existing gangs, such as the Green Gang, the Hongmen, the Yi Zhan Tang, the Crocodile Gang, and the remnants of the Axe Gang.

Advantages: Existing structure, ample manpower. Disadvantages: Deeply entrenched network, easily exposed, loyalty cannot be guaranteed, severe internal strife.

Option Two: Rely on student and worker movements. Advantages: Passionate patriotism, easy to mobilize. Disadvantages: Obvious target, lack of professional training, easily disrupted.

Option 3: Surrender or feign surrender to the Japanese puppet regime. Advantages: Close access to intelligence sources. Disadvantages: Extremely high risk, loss of independence, and disgrace.

Option Four: Support or create grassroots industry organizations. Examples include newsboy organizations, shoeshine boy organizations, and rickshaw puller organizations. Advantages: Wide coverage, high mobility, high anonymity, and relatively low cost. Disadvantages: Inconsistent staff quality, requiring strong middle management.

...and so on, a total of thirty solutions were given!

When Han Zhenhua saw the phrase "newspaper boy organization and rickshaw puller organization", his eyes lit up!

Rickshaw pullers! The "Camel Xiangzi"s of Shanghai!

They roam the streets and alleys, witnessing every corner of the city and hearing all kinds of conversations; they are natural "ears that can hear the wind" and "eyes that can see a thousand miles"!

A brilliant idea, bearing the mark of a past life, struck him like lightning.

"Beep to hit someone"... no, it's "Beep to inform"!

If... if the rickshaw pullers of Shanghai could be effectively organized, without them needing to engage in dangerous activities, but simply by keeping their eyes and ears open and recording what they see and hear each day.

Then set up a mechanism, for example, to reward 5 cents for actively reporting all the things seen and heard that day (is it 5 cents? Or 3 cents? We'll consider that later), and if you can provide important observations that are adopted, you will be rewarded with a dollar for each one!

This would be a huge temptation for rickshaw drivers who earn only a few cents a day!

In this way, they would have woven an invisible intelligence network in Shanghai, consisting of thousands of eyes and ears! Any slight disturbance could be gathered here through this network!

Moreover, in name only, one only needs to run a newspaper called "Fun Facts of Shanghai Daily" to collect information under the guise of "interesting stories" for the newspaper. This will not seem abrupt and will not attract the attention of any department!

"That's fantastic! Let's do it!" Han Zhenhua exclaimed excitedly, almost slapping the table in approval.