She was the one who took Zhang Yong into the Presidential Palace before. But she didn’t know his name.

"Commissioner Zhang..."

"Hello."

"Commissioner Zhang, Director Lin, please come in."

"good."

Zhang Yong agreed.

Hmm, it seems that Director Lin misunderstood?

Do you think something is wrong with you? In fact, there is nothing wrong with you...

Enter the Presidential Palace.

Director Lin was waiting for him in the small conference room.

Zhang Yong clearly noticed that Director Lin's eyes were bloodshot.

It seems that staying up late is very powerful.

Alas, it’s not easy for him to be the director of the Attendance Office No. 1!

Chiang Kai-shek was notoriously difficult to maintain...

But it seems that he is not so tired after earning a lot of money from part-time jobs? Every time I see him, he is in good spirits. I guess he has a good attitude.

"Director Lin."

"sit."

"I must stand in front of my boss."

"It's up to you. What's going on with the 92nd Infantry Cannon?"

"Does the committee know?"

"I don't know. Who dares to report it to him?"

"I'm tracing it."

"You came near the Presidential Palace just to find the location of the 92nd Infantry Cannon, right?"

"yes."

"Don't mention the 92 Infantry Artillery in the future, so as not to frighten the committee members."

"clear."

Zhang Yong answered obediently.

I thought to myself, I didn’t mention it before!

If this kind of mass murderer were reported, it would definitely cause another disturbance.

You see what Director Lin means is to report good news but not bad news. Mortars can be mentioned, but the 92 Infantry Cannon cannot.

If the commissioner is so frightened that he never dares to come back to the Presidential Palace, that will be troublesome.

Suddenly, Zhang Yong had an absurd idea. He hesitated to speak. But Director Lin happened to see it.

"If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Director Lin, you asked, will anyone else report this to the committee?"

"There is no such stupid person. Whoever reports it will take care of it."

"Understood."

Zhang Yong thought to himself, it is indeed so.

Everyone is smart. No one wants to cause trouble for themselves.

You report it? OK, you will handle it.

If you can't handle it, you will be criticized!

Niang Xipi...

They're all trash! They're all trash...

"Go for it!"

"yes."

Zhang Yong stood at attention, saluted, and then left.

Director Lin was actually secretly reminding himself that he must follow the unspoken rules of officialdom: report good news but not bad news.

Don't report every messy thing to the police.

some people……

something……

There is no need to alarm the committee members.

As for who it is and what it is, you decide for yourself...

Come out of the presidential palace.

Continue to catch Japanese spies.

There are several red dots within the map monitoring range.

Study and judge the map.

Decided to choose the one with the widest terrain and the farthest distance.

If the Japanese invaders really want to bring the 92 Infantry Artillery near the Presidential Palace, they must choose a relatively open place.

Approach quietly.

It was found to be a wood processing factory.

Huh?

There is actually a wood processing factory here. It seems like this is the city center!

Observe carefully and you are sure that it is correct. There is a large amount of wood piled inside. There are several workers working. They are cutting the wood into boards with laborious saws.

The technology is very backward. There is no electric saw. Over in the beautiful country, it seems that electric saws have been used for a long time.

By the way. How much does a chainsaw cost? I saw it in the newspaper before. I thought it was not expensive at the time and I could buy a few. Later I found out that the biggest problem was not buying a chainsaw but using electricity. That’s it.

With the current generation capacity of the national government, it is really difficult to ensure power supply.

The red dot seems to be the boss. He is walking around busy. I don’t know what he is busy with.

Make gestures.

"superior!"

"superior!"

Lu Keming led people to rush in.

The people inside suddenly panicked. In the end, they realized that it had nothing to do with them.

It was their boss who was arrested.

The spy didn't struggle, but looked innocent.

They are all acting types!

Zhang Yong walked in slowly and came to the spy.

The spy was pressed onto a wooden pier. In front of the wooden pier was a large wooden board that could be used as a coffee table.

"Good stuff!"

Zhang Yong patted the strong wood.

If I read it correctly, it should be mahogany. I don’t know the specific name.

In later generations, a solid set of mahogany furniture would often cost tens of thousands of dollars. But in this era, it is worthless.

"What kind of wood is this?"

"Huanghuali."

"Oh. Where is it produced?"

"Qiongya."

"so far?"

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

Qiongya......

There seems to be a Qiongya column over there?
To be continued...