Chapter 43 Approaching Su Xiwu
Yuan Ye thought, this Fu Quan'an is courting death. Asking for a change of flag in the concession is a slap in the face of the Kuomintang. Should he report this matter to his superiors?
Yuan Ye felt that the higher-ups would know about it sooner or later, but what could they do even if they knew? It still depended on the attitude of the concession authorities. If the concession authorities agreed, the Kuomintang could only protest at most, and what else could it do to the concession authorities?
Moreover, if I report it and the higher-ups know about it in advance and react too quickly, Fu Quan'an will definitely think that someone in the secretarial department leaked the information and might even suspect me. Wouldn't it be a waste of time to be suspected just after joining the company for a piece of information that is of little value?
Yuan Ye thought again. The value of the information about the request to change the flag of the concession was indeed not great, but the fact that Chen Lu, the big traitor, came to Shanghai for this matter a week later was important information. This person was already on the assassination list of the Military Control Commission and had just escaped in Nanjing. It might be difficult for the Nanjing Station to kill him again, but if he came to Shanghai, there might be a chance to assassinate him.
Yuan Ye decided to report the matter to his superiors as soon as possible so that he could make early plans. Of course, he would also ask his superiors not to react too early to the change of flag in the concession.
Chai Ruhai returned to the Secretary Section and immediately assigned tasks, asking Cui Jian, An Youmin, and Guo Quan to draft a circular letter to be submitted to France, Britain, and the United States. Naturally, Yuan Ye had nothing to do, so Yuan Ye was free.
In the evening, the welcome dinner was held in a private room in the city hall cafeteria instead of outside, mainly for security reasons. After all, Secretary-General Su was attending, and he was a traitor of some importance, and these little Karamis in the secretariat would naturally not be in the eyes of the Shancheng Military Control Commission.
Su Xiwu was in a good mood because of the phone call in the afternoon. As the nominal top leader of the secretariat, Su Xiwu gave an enthusiastic speech, welcoming his students to join the secretariat and some words of encouragement, which were all repetitions of the same old tune.
Yuan Ye expressed his gratitude to the leaders, saying that he had just arrived and needed to establish good relationships between his superiors and subordinates. Yuan Ye also tried to please them and toasted them frequently.
Cui Jian and the other three also knew that Yuan Ye was the secretary-general's student, which forced them to pay more attention to Yuan Ye. They were also very enthusiastic about Yuan Ye at the table, and the atmosphere of the banquet was still very warm.
The dinner ended at around seven o'clock. Yuan Ye went to the dead mailbox in Huayang Park, put the information about Sasaki and Chen Lu in it, and requested to meet with Chu Yuntian.
Early in the morning, as soon as Yuan Ye got up, he heard the system prompt sound.
[Ding, congratulations to the host for delivering the intelligence. You have obtained 15 points of system reward points. The host's points: 22 points]
Yuan Ye knew that according to the rules, there would be no reward unless the intelligence had been received, so he went out to Huayang Park. Sure enough, there was a reply in the dead mailbox. Chu Yuntian asked him to meet in the safe house at 8 o'clock tonight.
On the way to work, Yuan Ye found a breakfast shop and bought a newspaper to read while eating. As expected, the newspaper headline published the news that the Ecstasy Gang was killed. After all, eight people died, and they were the notorious Ecstasy Gang. The tone of the news was quite praiseworthy, thinking that it was a disaster for Shanghai. Yuan Ye was also quite useful after reading it.
When I arrived at the office, my colleagues also came one after another. As usual, we had to chat before starting work.
"Have you read the newspaper today? Eight more people died on Shandong Road. Fifteen people died near the Fourth Wharf just two days ago. Public security is really bad now."
Cui Jian said as he made tea.
"What do you mean by public security is in chaos? It's people like this who ruin public security. I think these eight idiots deserve to be put to death. It's better for them to die!"
An Youmin did not quite agree with Cui Jian's opinion.
"That's not the case. Even if they deserve to die, should they be lynched? What is the use of laws then?"
Cui Jian retorted.
"Law? If the law was enforced, how could these bewitched people have been causing harm for so many years?"
An Youmin sneered.
Guo Quan saw the two arguing and came out to persuade them:
"You two both have a point. The law is the law after all and is indispensable, but bad people must also be punished in a timely manner."
Yuan Ye thought that Guo Quan was a peacemaker who didn't want to offend either side.
He Li sat there, not expressing any opinion, just smiling, and no one knew what she was laughing at.
Yuan Ye did not join the debate. He certainly agreed with An Youmin's opinion. He was the one who did it. He felt that Cui Jian was very naive and could not see the dark reality of society. He did not know whether he was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid. If he was harmed by the Ecstasy Party, he would not think so.
After the small talk, the four of them went back to their work. Yuan Ye was bored and flipping through the documents. He listened to the noise coming from the secretary-general's office next door. There was no one in the office until almost ten o'clock when Su Xiwu came in. He sat there for a while, then spread out the rice paper on the table and started writing. Yuan Ye thought to himself, this Su Xiwu is really free, and he regards the office as a place to cultivate his mind and character. He quickly got up and brought a box of the best Longjing tea to Su Xiwu's office.
Yuan Ye knocked on the door and went in, smiling:
"Teacher, I am sorry to have come to you empty-handed yesterday. Today, I have brought you a box of the best Longjing tea."
Yuan Ye called him teacher on the left and teacher on the right at the dinner table last night, which made Su Xiwu very happy. It seemed that he liked Yuan Ye to call him teacher in private. So Yuan Ye decided to call him teacher today as well, which would make him seem more intimate.
He respectfully approached the table and placed the tea leaves on the edge of the table. On a piece of rice paper spread out on the table, Su Xiwu wrote the last word, then raised his head with satisfaction and said to Yuan Ye:
"You are such a student, your manners are too heavy. Next time, I won't let you bring anything with you."
Yuan Ye chuckled. He knew it was just a polite remark and would not take it seriously.
"Teacher, I understand."
He glanced at a completed calligraphy piece on the table. It was a work of cursive script with eight large characters on it: "Be indifferent to fame and wealth, and be clear about your ambitions; be calm and peaceful, and you will reach far."
Yuan Ye thought that this was probably the helpless expression of Su Xiwu's mood after his position as mayor was taken away by Fu Quan'an. However, Yuan Ye doubted whether he could be truly indifferent and peaceful. The temptation of power and money was so great, how many people could really do it?
However, the work as a whole is still good. Each stroke has been carefully carved and processed, the structure of each character is very clear, the strokes have distinct starting and ending points, and the thicknesses are different. The turning points have been carefully processed, presenting a sense of regularity and order as a whole. But it is precisely because the traces of axe and chisel are too heavy that it lacks a natural artistic conception.
Yuan Ye was naturally not stupid enough to tell the truth, he praised repeatedly:
"Teacher, your calligraphy is so good. It has the flavor of Wang Yizhi's running script. Each word is so delicate and subtle, and the lines are smooth and elastic, showing an elegant, graceful and gentle charm. It has both soft curves and strong straight lines, which really gives people a beautiful enjoyment."