Spy Wars: I can get rewards by being a bully!

Chapter 410 Reward for the Golden Buddha

What Lin Ze didn't know was that Boss Dai had been struggling for days over how to reward him.

Shancheng, Luojiawan, in Boss Dai’s office.

The phonograph, which had not been used for a long time, started playing again.

"Rose, rose, love is deep,

Roses are full of love,

The long summer blooms among thorns,

Rose, rose, I love you! "

Listening to the cheerful song, Boss Dai stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, wondering what he was thinking.

The winter in the mountain city is a bit cold and damp, but Boss Dai doesn't want to use a stove. He plans to ask his subordinates to build a fireplace against the wall, which will look grand and bring warmth.

After rubbing his slightly cold hands, Mr. Dai returned to his desk, sat down, and poured himself a cup of tea.

Jin Fo's intelligence played a big role. It can be said that this was one of the best results achieved since the establishment of the Military Control Commission, and it had a direct impact on the battle situation.

Of course, Boss Dai believed that he had indeed made an indispensable contribution in this matter. If he had not made up his mind and taken a huge risk to hand over this information without any evidence, then no matter how powerful the Golden Buddha was, it would have been in vain.

But how to reward the Golden Buddha?

Promotion?

This guy Jin Fo is almost setting a record for promotion in the Military Control Commission. He is already a lieutenant colonel. If he is promoted to colonel, and he works hard to get a few more pieces of intelligence like this, wouldn't he become a general?

In the end, it is inevitable to face a situation where there is nothing left to reward.

Besides, people like Mao Dafeng have followed him for many years. If their military rank is surpassed by Jin Fo, they will inevitably feel resentful. Once the subordinates feel resentful, it will be difficult to lead the team.

Boss Dai pinched his eyes with a headache. Should he continue to give money to the Golden Buddha?

Not to mention whether he is short of money or not, he was just given a position at a Class C station not long ago. Positions mean money, and the Golden Buddha is in Peking, under the nose of the enemy. Even if he was given a mountain of gold and silver, where would he spend it?

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a knock on the door.

Boss Dai calmed down again and said in a deep voice, "Come in!"

Mao Dafeng came in with a few telegrams, looking unhappy. Boss Dai knew something was wrong and waved his hand, "Turn off the phonograph."

Mao Dafeng followed the instructions and moved the needle of the phonograph to the side, then turned off the phonograph and walked to Boss Dai's desk. She put down the telegram and picked up the teacup to add water to his bowl.

"Director, the news from Shanghai is that Mei and Gao went to Shanghai. I think it's very suspicious."

Boss Dai was stunned when he heard this. "Mei Sihe and Gao Zhiwu, who are under Mr. Wang?"

Mao Dafeng poured some water and put the cup back on the table. "Director, it was them. They took the approval document for coordinating foreign funds and went to Shanghai. Once there, they didn't contact anyone and plunged into the concession. I'm worried..."

Boss Dai stopped talking and picked up the telegram to read it carefully.

After a while, he stood up and said, "Get the car ready. I'm going to meet that person."

Before leaving, he did not forget to remind Mao Dafeng, "Jin Fo has made great contributions. I have no idea how to reward him. You should think about it and come up with a rule to make it more appropriate."

Seeing Boss Dai leave, Mao Dafeng closed his eyes with a little pain.

Let me commend the Golden Buddha?

Fuck! Is there anything more painful than this?

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After leaving the Yingkelai grocery store, Lin Ze strolled on the street with his hands in his sleeves.

This was not much of an eye-opener. He was well dressed and looked around with curiosity, like a high school or college student from a wealthy family who had no worries all day and wandered around looking for fun even in the cold weather.

We arrived at Shuaifu Hutong, which is Qi Ying’s house in Peking.

But when he saw the old man in the lobby eating melon seeds and gossiping with a waiter, Lin Ze knew that Qi Ying definitely did not live here.

It is said that the older you are in the underworld, the less courageous you are. As an old Beiyang official, Qi Ying is very experienced in saving his life. Even though he is now the commander-in-chief of the security forces, he does not even have a mansion in Beiping.

The house in Shuaifu Hutong was where he "retreated" before he surrendered to the Japanese. It was a small house with three courtyards, and many parts looked very old.

After he regained power by becoming a traitor, he must have found another place to live, but Lin Ze had never heard anyone mention this place.

It is said that Qi Ying always met guests in the yamen of the Security Army Headquarters and never allowed anyone to visit his home.

Lin Ze was a little confused for a moment. He heard that Qi Ying had a house in the concession in Tianjin. Did he have to go to Tianjin?

Otherwise, they would have no choice but to go to the Security Army Headquarters and kill him. Even though Lin Ze was skilled and courageous, he still wanted to avoid unnecessary risks as much as possible.

There is a big wine jar at the head of Shuaifu Hutong. The so-called big wine jar is a small tavern opened by people from Shanxi Province. There is a row of big jars against the wall, half of which are buried in the soil. The half that is exposed above the ground is more than half a person's height.

The wine they brought from Shanxi Province was stored in jars. After each jar was sold, another one would be opened, and each jar was more expensive than the last.

Because the wine is stored in this jar and is connected to the earth, it becomes mellow and powerful over time, without any trace of dryness.

After strolling for a long time, Lin Ze felt hungry and walked in.

It was only around four o'clock, not yet dark, and not yet time for lunch. There was no one in the store except for the forty-year-old shopkeeper, who was wearing a black cotton jacket and a melon-shaped hat. He was counting the accounts behind the counter and muttering some numbers.

Lin Ze lifted the cotton door curtain and cold wind blew in. The shopkeeper then looked up, thinking that it was the man who came to deliver firewood. He was about to complain that lifting the large door curtain would let the warmth in the room escape, but he saw the tall, fair-skinned Lin Ze wearing a coat.

The words turned around and came out as, "Hey, Master, it's freezing cold, please come in and have a rest, I'll heat up the stove!"

Lin Ze found a table and sat down. "I want two ounces of hot wine, the best. What side dishes do you have?"

The shopkeeper was happy and thought to himself, I knew you were a big customer. He took a long towel and wiped the table in front of Lin Ze vigorously. "Master, this is a small shop and I may not be able to serve you well. I have braised beef and donkey meat, salted peanuts, mixed shreds, frozen green radish and frozen pears. If you want to eat something else, I'll go to the street to buy it for you!"

"Get half a pound of donkey meat, a plate of peanuts, and a few slices of frozen radish..."

As the saying goes, three dishes should not be eaten without wine, but this small shop only serves cold dishes, and I really don’t know what to order next.

The shopkeeper was an expert in business and immediately saw through Lin Ze's hesitation. "Master, I'll give you another fried dumpling. Please forgive me. This can be eaten as both a dish and a meal. It's still hot. Would you mind giving me a favor?"

Lin Ze waved his hand and said, "Let's do it this way."

"Okay, sit down and I'll get it for you right away!"