Moreover, with the continuation of the Sino-Japanese War, the Intelligence Section's demand for the quality and quantity of personnel is getting higher and higher, and the police academy students alone can no longer meet the requirements.

These two special training classes, the Qingpu class has 400 people, and the Songjiang class has 450 people. They can start working as soon as they graduate, which can be regarded as a solution to an urgent need.

"Okay, Deputy Director."

Song Minghao responded and turned to look at Wu Jingzhong and Wu Chunyang: "Old Wu, you are a top student at Sun Yat-sen University in Moscow, and Chunyang is also a well-known intelligence expert among us. Please take the time to go there more often.

I have given you a task. You must select the outstanding students from the two training classes. As a core department, our Intelligence Department only wants the best, and this cannot be changed. You understand what I mean."

"Well, Deputy Section Chief Song." Wu Jingzhong touched his head, but he was not modest. People who graduated from Sun Yat-sen University are indeed qualified to be proud.

Wu Chunyang smiled: "Once the students know your age and rank, Deputy Director, they will know how to choose even if I don't tell you."

This flattery was so fresh and refined that Zuo Zhong felt that he had gained three points of his own essence. He was very pleased, raised his hand and nodded at this old subordinate, and burst into laughter.

At the same time, everyone's reaction was as he expected, which is easy to understand. Who doesn't want his subordinates to be all elites, like Xu Enzeng, who only looks for trash who is less successful than more likely to fail, and sooner or later something big will happen.

In the history of previous lives, the evidence is evidenced by the fact that one station after another in the secret service headquarters surrendered to the enemy. When you are a boss to this point, you might as well find a rope and hang yourself.

After making some comments about Xu Enzeng as per the rules, Zuo Zhong looked at his watch and restrained his smile: "Okay, let's break up the meeting. Lao Song, please accompany me to the Qingpu class. I'm afraid I won't have time to go there in the future.

I just want to go over and get to know the situation before school starts, and I would like to remind everyone that you must disguise yourself when you go to teach in the future, and you are not allowed to take pictures. You are not sure about what will happen in the future, and your true appearance cannot be revealed."

Everyone present said that it was a matter of life and safety, and no one dared to be careless. If the enemy got the detailed information of the person doing the intelligence, he would be dead.

Only Gui Youguang had a reluctant expression on his face. He was very unwilling to teach the students how to move. He was annoyed and decided to give that old bastard Ji Yunqing a little show.

If you can’t kidnap someone, why can’t you disgust them? Ji’s business has many properties in Hongkou. If his business is destroyed, will he ask the Japanese and Chang Yuqing for help?

There is no risk in this matter. It can be done. Anyway, it will not affect the opponent's apprentice. If Chang Yuqing is found through this method, the deputy director will definitely look at him with admiration.

Everyone left the Yunke Lai Hotel one by one with their own thoughts. Zuo Zhong gave He Yijun a few instructions, took Song Minghao for a few rounds in the surrounding alleys, got back in the car and drove away.

Xixi Primary School in Qingpu County.

It was originally a public primary school built by local gentry during the previous dynasty. It was repaired after the founding of the Republic of China. The building still maintains the traditional Jiangnan water town style, with black bricks and white tiles, which is very beautiful.

However, because more school-age students went to study in urban areas of Shanghai, the school was closed and abandoned two years ago, and the school building was converted into a warehouse for storing sundries by nearby villagers.

This situation ended suddenly before the outbreak of the Sino-Japanese War. First, a group of people cleaned out everything inside, and then a group of students moved in.

Originally, there were some gangsters from the countryside who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to extort money, but when they heard that Boss Du had bought the school to train factory workers, they were so scared that they didn't even dare to fart and ran away.

As the saying goes, you can rely on the mountains and rivers to make ends meet, so some smart people set up a stall outside the "Worker Training School". With hundreds of students, the business was actually doing well.

When Zuo Zhong and Song Minghao put on makeup and arrived at the school, the heavy rain had stopped. Seeing the scene of people coming and going and the sound of hawking, they thought they had come to the wrong place. How could there be such a lively intelligence training school.

"Boss, do you want Boss Yu to drive these people away?"

Seeing the expressionless expression on the deputy director's face, Song Minghao, who was afraid of Zuo Zhong's dissatisfaction, asked in a low voice, thinking that Yu Xingle was really out of his mind. Is it so lively because he was afraid that others would not discover the Qingpu training class?

"Forget it, we can't think of it, and neither can the enemy. Let's just treat it as a disguise. Tell Lao Yu later, pay attention to loosening it on the outside and tightening it on the inside to prevent the Japanese from infiltrating."

Zuo Zhong stared at the small market and shook his head slightly. Yu Xingle had received professional training from the Cheka and had two skills in security. There must be a reason for this arrangement.

Song Minghao's mind was racing. He thought that if he was heavily guarded, it would be easy to attract the attention of the enemy. It was just right like this. He immediately relaxed and followed and observed the surrounding movements.

Just at this time, a young man with a simple and honest appearance came out of the school wearing a black Chinese tunic suit and black-rimmed glasses, and walked happily towards the fruit stall not far away.

When passing Zuo Zhong and Song Minghao, this person quickly looked at them with a pair of small eyes. Although his movements were covert, he could not hide the information from the two old men.

Perhaps he was just curious, so the young man walked over as if nothing had happened. When he arrived in front of the fruit stall, he greeted the fruit stall owner who was chatting with other stall owners.

"Boss, how much does your watermelon cost per pound?"

"Two cents."

"Oh, it's so expensive."

…………

interesting.

Zuo Zhong looked at this scene with a smile on his lips, and then walked towards the school gate. Some people have to walk their own path, and others cannot help.

Seeing this, Song Minghao quickly followed, and at the same time looked at the young man bargaining. He could develop the habit of observation before school started. He was exactly the kind of talent the Secret Service needed.

In this way, the two of them entered the school one after another. As a result, they were surrounded by several men in black before they had gone far. These men were strong and had their right hands on their waists, looking evil.

"What are you doing? This is a private place and no entry is allowed." One of them asked in a deep voice.

It can be seen that the person speaking is extremely vigilant. During the conversation, he always kept a close distance to prevent being attacked by surprise. This is right. It is absolutely impossible to be as relaxed as before the war. Yu Xingle did a good job.

With a satisfied look on his face, Zuo Zhong took out his ID and handed it to the other party: "From the headquarters, here is the ID. I asked you, Chief Yu, to come and see me."

Someone is coming from headquarters.

Still so young.

The speaker seemed to have thought of something, and said to the others to stare, and then quickly ran to the original office building, which is now the instructor's dormitory and office.

Taking advantage of this time, Zuo Zhong took a look at the school's internal facilities with his hands behind his back. The sandpit, horizontal and parallel bars, and playground have all been repaired and are enough for more than 400 students to use in batches.

Since school hadn't started yet, many bored students were walking around the campus. A guy with a greasy face and a sly look followed behind several smiling female students.

"Xu~~go back to the dormitory."

Suddenly, there was a scolding in the distance, and East China District Director Yu Xingle came over with an angry look on his face. When he saw Zuo Zhong, he trotted a few steps and stretched out his hands: "Deputy Director Zuo, you are welcome to inspect the Qingpu Special Training Class."

"Lao Yu, you're welcome, you're welcome. I took a look and found that the training class was going well. Lao Song and I thought we were in the wrong place at first." Zuo Zhong raised his right hand and held his hand, gently

Shake it.

"It's all thanks to the bureau chief and your excellent leadership."

When Yu Xingle heard the compliment, he said a decent flattery. After saying hello to Song Minghao, he asked Zuo Zhong for instructions: "Deputy Director, the conference room has been prepared. Let's go back and talk."

"No need, just say it here, just in time to breathe in the fresh air after the rain."

Zuo Zhong didn't care about these official articles. After speaking, he took the lead and walked along the main road of the school. By the way, he asked Yu Xingle about the registration and course offerings of the Qingpu class.

"Reporting to the deputy director, the Qingpu class is expected to take three months to study. Before joining the class, students need to fill in a detailed resume and submit their academic graduation certificate and photos.

After passing the examination and review, physical examination, family composition investigation, and taking Chinese language, mathematics, physics, and chemistry exams, you also need someone to vouch for your purity of mind."

Yu Xingle has been busy with the training class recently. When he heard Zuo Zhong's question, he immediately said: "The Qingpu class is divided into five classes, namely, intelligence class, operations class, telecommunications class, police class, and foreign language class.

The courses offered include basic military training, political training, professional and technical training. Basic military training and political training are compulsory courses for all students. Failure to pass the training will not result in graduation and the training time will be extended.

Specifically, they include infantry drills, staff operations, field exercises, various pistol shootings, the legacy of the founding fathers, leaders’ words and deeds, general discussions of political warfare, modern history, and materials about underground parties, which account for half of the total score.

Technical training accounts for the remaining half, including intelligence, strategic intelligence, internal service, secret communications, cryptography, explosives, toxicology, capture, criminal investigation, photography, and radio.

There are also seven or eight foreign languages ​​such as wireless machine maintenance and telephony internships, postal and telecommunications inspection skills, English, Russian, etc. The instructors for these courses have not yet been found. Deputy Director, you need to coordinate."

Yu Xingle was a little helpless. The government had not been carrying out intelligence teaching for a long time, and relevant teaching materials, personnel, and equipment were lacking. It was difficult for him to make a meal without straw.

Perhaps in order to attract Zuo Zhong's attention, he looked at several outstanding students and had an idea, and introduced: "Look, this is the son of Vice Minister Qi of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and his daily performance is excellent.

That one, whose surname is Li, is a top student at Fu Jen Catholic University. He is thoughtful and very loyal to the party and state. He has published many articles in school supporting the leader's military strategy.

Girls with pigtails are no ordinary girl. The little girl’s surname is Yu. She is very talented in information science. There is also a master of mine in the telecommunications class who is also an expert in technology. Deputy Director, you..."

"Okay, okay. I will transfer people from the headquarters and local district stations when I get back. They will definitely meet the teaching needs of the training class. That will be fine."
Chapter completed!