Guerra de Espionagem: Eu Posso Ver o Valor das Informações
Depois que Song Yingge terminou de ler uma informação, algo estranho aconteceu. "Valor da informação: Ouro. Tem um valor considerável." Uma linha de texto apareceu na mente de Song Yingge sem aviso.
August 8, 1936, the beginning of autumn, Jinling.
Song Yingge, carrying his suitcase, squeezed off the train.
All around him, people hurried by, a scene bustling with activity. Knowing that within a year this place would be plunged into suffering, becoming a living hell, Song Yingge could not help but feel sorrow.
He took a deep breath to steady himself, and his resolve surged anew. To struggle against fate is a boundless joy!
His faith from his previous life had forged his will as strong as steel, impervious to any hardship. Coincidentally, the beliefs of his current self aligned perfectly.
He was twenty-one years old, newly graduated from National Zhejiang University, and had embraced revolutionary ideals during his student days, secretly inducted into the organization.
After graduation, his father, Song Yongfu, wrote a letter, instructing him to take it to Jinling and seek out an old acquaintance. The envelope bore four characters: “For Yunong’s Eyes Only.”
Song Yingge was astonished.
Upon questioning, Song Yongfu finally confessed. Over a decade ago, in a harsh winter, Song Yongfu was returning home from business and stopped at an abandoned temple outside Ningbo to rest. Under the altar, he found a man lying in straw, barely alive.
Noting the unusual features of the man, Song Yongfu decided to help. He brought him into the city for treatment. When spring arrived, the man departed, leaving funds for Song Yongfu. That man would later become Dai Li, head of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.
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