Starting from the Qing Dynasty, those tobacco and soil merchants relied on tobacco and soil to make a fortune in China, and the subsequent tobacco and soil war completely pushed the Chinese nation into the abyss of semi-colonialism.

Lying in bed, Zuo Zhong recalled what Ban Jun had said. The anti-smuggling section of the Taxation Department was involved in smuggling tobacco and soot, and their subordinates were top figures from all over the country. These people had powerful eyes and hands, and were frighteningly powerful.

It is said that the bald man also established a tobacco company in Shanghai to raise military expenditures in the Southwest. Even a fool would know that Zuo Zhong is wishful thinking by relying on the government to ban smoking.

It was time to contact the organization. Zuo Zhong was completely disappointed with the Guo Party and could wait no longer.

In fact, Zuo Zhong has always been a bit procrastinating and worried about his own safety, so he knew that Gu Lan and his wife were underground members, but he did not contact them.

Whether it was selfishness or fear, Zuo Zhong admitted, but after what happened, Zuo Zhong felt that he could not wait any longer and had to contact the underground party first.

Zuo Zhong took out his mobile phone and clicked on the text message on the screen. A new message appeared in front of his eyes. Zuo Zhong smiled with relief. He seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.

In fact, this discovery was accidental. The Intelligence Section tested two radio stations two days ago. After determining the transmission band and communication time, one was in Jige Lane and the other was communicating at Honggong Temple.

Zuo Zhong followed him to Jigo Alley and asked Dai Chunfeng for instructions on medical equipment. Although he told Ling Sanping that way, what if Dai Chunfeng agreed.

Of course, the result was that Zuo Zhong was scolded by Dai Chunfeng. To use Lao Dai's original words: If you need anything, just move from my house. As soon as Zuo Zhong said this, he had to run away.

As soon as they arrived, Zuo Zhong followed the communication staff and waited for the communication time to arrive. He got bored waiting on the sidelines, so Zuo Zhong secretly took out his mobile phone in the room to play Xiaoxiao.

But suddenly, Zuo Zhong discovered that the transmitting band of Hong Gongci Radio Station was a series of numbers, and the Jigo Alley side was also a series of numbers.

He accidentally wrote the numbers from Hong Gong Temple on the addressee, set the numbers on Jige Alley as his own number, and then randomly sent a few numbers via text message.

A shocking thing happened. Song Minghao from Honggong Temple immediately called and asked why he didn't test according to the time and sent an unknown message?

Regardless of the anxious telegraph operator, Zuo Zhong was dumbfounded at the time. The mobile phone provided by the system was really not useless. It could actually simulate a radio station and send messages.

In order to confirm his guess, Zuo Zhong asked Jigo Alley to send a message to Hong Gong Temple today. As a result, he actually received a copy of the message now.

Zuo Zhong really wanted to laugh out loud. This mobile phone was tailor-made for him. As long as he had the transmission band and communication time of the underground party radio station, he could hide behind the scenes without risking contacts or encounters.

Even if the Secret Service knows that there are spies inside, how can you check it? If I go to the toilet and send all the information away, no one will think that they have hidden a radio station in the toilet.

Not to mention that Zuo Zhong still has a skill developed in the era of non-smartphones - touch typing. As long as he is given time to adapt to touch typing on the virtual keyboard, he dares to contact the underground party in front of Dai Chunfeng.

The more I thought about it, the more beautiful it became. Zuo Zhong rubbed the phone in his hand: "It is indeed a good baby."

But it is not without problems. First, we need to obtain the transmission band of the underground party radio station and the corresponding code book. Both of these are not easy to obtain, especially the code book.

Unlike the clear text telegrams of the Fruit Party at this time, the underground party paid great attention to the confidentiality of radio communications from the beginning and established strict disciplines.

The first branch of the Military Statistics and Investigation Bureau is the secret service headquarters, the second branch is the secret service department, and the third branch is the professional telecommunications department, which examines postal and telecommunications information across the country, including cracking underground party radios.

However, as far as Zuo Zhong knew, the Third Bureau had not cracked an underground party message. Song Minghao joked that the people in the Third Bureau were almost deafened and could not even hear a fart.

Zuo Zhong thought over and over again, how to obtain this useful information. He could not go to Gu Lan and say: "Sister Gu, although I am the head of the Intelligence Section of the Secret Service, I have a bright mind. Please tell your secrets."

Let me."

I'm afraid even a fool won't believe this rhetoric. The most likely possibility is that Sister Gu shot him, a dog spy, to death.

Zuo Zhong had also heard Song Minghao's gossip that the underground party only had one or two radio stations in the southwest, and it was estimated that only a few important leaders and operators knew the code book.

After thinking for a long time with no clue, Zuo Zhong suddenly had an idea. Since he couldn't get that information, he might as well give the underground party a radio station and provide the contact frequency band, time and code book.

It happened that the Telecommunications Section of the Secret Service was replacing new radio stations, and those old models were going to be distributed to local district stations. Zuo Zhong thought he could find a way to get one.

Having made up his mind, Zuo Zhong called Song Minghao the next day when he went to work. He had to inquire about this kind of matter of trying to gain support for the party-state. Of course, he couldn't directly talk about building a radio station. He had to make some insinuations.

"Minghao, those old radio stations in the Telecommunications Section must be sent to local district stations as soon as possible. Intelligence work information comes first. Please stop delaying them. They can't do such a small thing well."

"Section chief, please keep your voice down, something serious is going on here."

"If anything happens, Lao Song, just say whatever you want. Are you hiding something from me?"

"My section chief, how dare I hide it from you. Here's the thing. There is a lot of demand for radio stations outside now. For business purposes, local militia groups and warlords also need them. In addition, because of the war in the southwest,

Regarding the control of telecommunications equipment, radio stations now charge one price per day."

Zuo Zhong is well aware of these circumstances. There is a huge demand for radio stations from all parties. Party and government agencies, local powerful groups, and news media do not need to transmit information quickly, so he can hope to fish in troubled waters.

The upright official Zuo Zhong was furious: "So, why do they dare to sell the party-state property to private individuals? I think they are seeking death! Tell me how they operate."

Song Minghao smiled bitterly: "This is not a small business. As far as I know, Deputy Director Zheng is involved in it. The people in the Telecommunications Section are looking for buyers everywhere. They just have to wait for the advertisement in the Jinling Evening News."

The corruption of the party-state is obvious to all, but after hearing what Song Minghao said, Zuo Zhong couldn't help but feel chilled. Even the Secret Service was like this, and you can imagine other departments.

The next second, Zuo Zhong slapped the table: "TMD, this kind of business didn't even call me. Does the telecommunications department look down on me? Zuo, let's go and have a look with me."

Song Minghao almost sprained his foot because he was taking such a sharp turn. He thought Zuo Zhong was indignant at them reselling supplies, but he turned out to be angry because they didn't take him with them to make a fortune.

Zuo Zhong took Song Minghao to the telecommunications department. He kicked the door open, causing dust to fly.

The spies of the Telecommunications Section were so angry that their noses were almost crooked. Who could be so bold? They stood up one after another.

"Where's your section chief? I have something to discuss with him." Zuo Chong came in and said angrily.

It turned out to be a smiling tiger, so that’s all right. Everyone in the telecommunications department sat down, those who were reading documents, those who were on the phone making phone calls, and a little secret agent brought tea.

Zuo Zhong took it and took a sip and spat it out: "Your telecommunications department is too stingy. Is this tea? I think the high foam in the teahouse is more flavorful than this."

He is here to cause trouble today, and he must keep a high profile and not feel guilty. If he comes to ask for help in a low-key manner with a smile on his face, it will make people suspicious.

"Oh, Section Chief Zuo, why is he so angry? Come here and serve some good tea. Section Chief Zuo, let's talk inside, don't let me see the joke." The Telecommunications Section Chief smiled and walked out.

He couldn't help but laugh. The Intelligence Department was an important business department, and Zuo Zhong was a popular figure in Virgo. Coupled with the rumors of stabbing him in the back, he really felt a little guilty when facing Zuo Zhong.

Zuo Zhong didn't talk nonsense. He walked into the office of the chief of the telecommunications section and said, "Your telecommunications section has made a fortune. I worked hard to handle cases and arrest people, but your telecommunications section got all the benefits."

The head of the telecommunications section laughed dryly: "It doesn't matter, brother, I just serve your intelligence section, no matter what the benefits are."

Zuo Zhong sneered: "You are boring now. Do you want me to check the radio stations on the market? I have received information that the underground party is buying telecommunications equipment on a large scale recently."

When the telecommunications section chief heard this, he was so frightened that he almost sat on the ground. You really came right out of your mouth. Isn't it just about money? Why did you involve the underground party? This is going to cost you your head.

"Chief Zuo has something to say. I am here to increase the office's income. The transaction partners are all commercial banks and have nothing to do with the underground party." The telecommunications section chief explained quickly.

"It doesn't matter if you say it doesn't matter? Brother, you didn't do things this way, and you didn't make all the money alone. Do you think this is the truth?" Zuo Zhong gave a hint, and he didn't want to really break his face.

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It turns out that you are here to share a piece of the pie, the telecommunications section chief smiled. So many old radio stations cannot be sold in the first place. Zuo Zhong is willing to help sell, so it is not impossible to cooperate.

"Oh, I didn't think it through. Chief Zuo, there are still 6 old-fashioned radio stations that have not been sold. Look." The telecommunications chief wanted to see Zuo Zhong's appetite. If it was too big, he would ask Deputy Director Zheng

Come forward.

Zuo Zhong stretched out two fingers: "I don't want much, I just want two radios, but I want the best ones. I don't have as many paths as you in the telecommunications department, so I can only rely on high quality and low price."

The telecommunications section chief was relieved. It seemed that Zuo Zhong knew what was appropriate. As for the best-performing ones, they were all old and second-hand goods anyway. No matter how good they were, they would not be any better. But there were some things he had to make clear to avoid disputes in the future.

"No problem, I'll send someone to your house tonight. But Section Chief Zuo, the price you sell can't be too low, it can't be lower than this number, otherwise it will be difficult for us to sell." The telecommunications section chief also made a gesture.

gesture.

Zuo Dian nodded, thinking that your business is very good, and you know how to maintain market prices, you are talented.
Chapter completed!