The expeditionary force began to dominate Southeast Asia by recruiting defeated soldiers

Chapter 370 Different Emotions on Both Sides of the Ocean

After the meeting, Bai Hongsheng and several of his subordinates followed Zhang Chi into the latter's office again.

Secretary Liu Shengnan changed into a beautiful white dress today. As soon as she sat down in the small hall outside the office, she heard Zhang Chi's instructions:

"Xiao Liu, same as usual, five cups of flower tea with ice."

In the office, Zhang Chi sat behind his desk, quietly flipping through the various reports in his hands.

Bai Hongsheng sat opposite Zhang Chi with a look of shame on his face. It was obvious that he didn't understand the work Zhang Chi had asked him to do this time.

The report shows that in the days before John made his statement of admitting defeat, although panic in the market continued to ferment, bond prices had not yet bottomed out.

Looking at the end of the report, before the United Kingdom issued a statement, the bond price finally stabilized at $92, which was far from what he had expected. However, Zhang Chi did not look panicked at all, but instead showed a meaningful smile.

"It seems that I underestimated this hero..." He put down the documents and smiled lightly, with a hint of relief in his tone, "Hahahaha..."

Bai Hongsheng and several other subordinates looked at each other, not understanding why Zhang Chi suddenly laughed out loud.

Bai Hongsheng: "The latest news is that due to the statement of the United Kingdom's Foreign Secretary, bond prices in the financial market have risen rapidly and stabilized at around $101. The stock prices of various companies have even seen a surge..."

"Sorry, we didn't buy the bottom this time. We only bought back less than $120 million worth of bonds at $83..."

"This time, it's not your fault... Boss Chen, you're still that tough guy." Zhang Chi's eyes were deep, as if he was muttering to himself, "With people like you supporting us, we can't lose."

In the end, some businessmen sold bonds and shares of some companies at low prices out of fear.

But there was also a group of businessmen headed by Nanyang Boss Chen, as well as the Nanyang Zhang family itself, who firmly supported the cause of the Anmin Army. They would buy at low prices, which caused the prices of bonds and some shares to rise again before they hit bottom.

Zhang Chi’s bottom-fishing plan failed, but he became even more excited.

"A righteous man has many supporters! Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. The Russians used an 80-ton annual refining facility to pay off their debts. What do you think of building a new refinery in Yangon?"

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Across the ocean, in Langley, Virginia, the headquarters of the United States Office of Strategic Services (OSS) is located in White Eagle.

Inside the Intelligence Department office, the atmosphere was heavy with only the ticking of the clock.

Director Jason sat behind his desk, holding a copy of the latest intelligence report in his hand, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"Regarding what John mentioned about the People's Security Army armored corps being equipped with the United States' latest model of long-barreled Sherman tanks, your investigation revealed that this is indeed true, but the tanks' origin is unknown."

There was a dead silence in the office, and the subordinates standing in front of him didn't dare to breathe.

Suddenly, there was a crisp "bang" sound, and Jason slammed the report on the table, causing the mug full of coffee to jump.

"Unknown source?!" He fumed, his eyes wide as he glared at the intelligence officers. "If you don't know, go check it out! Are you all just white bread eaters? Do you really need me to teach you how to do intelligence work?"

The subordinates lowered their heads and no one dared to respond.

In fact, is this matter really important to White Eagle?

Not important at all.

During the entire World War II, White Eagle manufactured a total of more than 4.9 Sherman tanks, thousands of which were provided to the Soviet Union alone, not to mention how many were given to other European allies such as Great Populace, Gaul, John and other countries.

As for those officially approved and sent through Stevenson through formal procedures to aid the People's Security Army, the number exceeded 60.

As for those that "accidentally" fell into the hands of the Security Army due to "management chaos", Jason estimated that there were probably dozens of them.

Anyway, Commissioner Smith is everywhere. If you take it, I will take it too. Only then can we all feel at ease.

Now all Zhang Chi had done was get a few of the latest model long-barreled Shermans from somewhere.

It's actually a small matter.

The real big problem is that the United Kingdom sent a diplomatic note to the United States about this matter, which made General Luo feel that the Strategic Intelligence Agency was not doing its job well, which was very dangerous.

As a result, the blame for the poor work was passed along the way, and finally, it all fell on Jason's head.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but curse in his heart:

"Damn it, that stinky old man, he only knows how to pass the buck!"

He was talking about Donovan, the director of the Office of Strategic Services.

This director is best at taking credit in front of Commander Luo. Once something goes wrong, he lets the directors under him take the blame.

It's the same routine this time. All the credit goes to the director, but all the blame is borne by him, the section chief. How frustrating.

Jason's face darkened. Just as he was about to light the cigarette in his hand, he heard a cautious voice in his ear: "But...but..., most of our people are white..."

The white spies of the OSS can move freely in Europe, North Africa, and even the Caribbean, but they are too conspicuous in the territory of the People's Security Army!

At present, the white people living in big cities such as Myitkyina are experts from Italy and a few employees of foreign companies that have invested in Bogue. The total number of white people does not exceed 1000, and all of them are registered.

A strange white man was walking around the market in Myitkyina with an air of asking questions. Who wouldn't find it suspicious?

Even if he was wearing a fake identity of a native white man, he couldn't hide his strong "foreign" aura, it was too conspicuous.

The subordinate continued to complain, "Last month alone, five of our colleagues were deported with military honors! Three are still missing... and as for our informants, there are even more!"

Jason pulled the lighter from his pocket, pinched it between two fingers, and turned it in his hand, feeling distracted.

"Last month alone, five of our colleagues were escorted out of the country with military salutes, three are still missing, and even more have lost contact with our informants."

Isn't the anti-espionage work of the Anmin Army too strict?

This is much more powerful than those anti-Nazi guerrillas in Europe!

However, Jason forgot that the intelligence agents holding green banknotes and weapons were "angels" in the eyes of those guerrillas, and it was not easy to infiltrate them.

But this trick doesn't work in the already stable core area of ​​Pegu.

He has always been in charge of the Stumbling Block Plan to infiltrate Southeast Asia. Now that he has suffered a setback at the hands of the Security Army and cannot obtain intelligence, he, as the person in charge, must be blamed.

"Then...what if we spend more money to bribe the locals?" Jason suddenly had an idea and proposed the most common and effective method. "If the budget is insufficient, I'll ask Director Donovan for a request. You can't be afraid of spending money when it comes to intelligence! Spend more!"

However, his subordinates' expressions became even uglier, as if they were constipated. "The average time our local informants stay active is 21 days, after which they lose contact."

Jason: "..."

"The anti-espionage work of the Anmin Army is really thorough." The subordinate said with a wry smile.

"Isn't there an informant who can live longer?"

"There is one, codenamed 'Triangle Iron,' who's been active for several months... But every time he offers trivial services, he charges exorbitant prices!"

"for example?"

The subordinate flipped through the documents in his hand: "For example, the food in the Anmin Army's barracks is better than that in John's Army. The rice in the kitchen is of particularly high quality..."

"???"

Jason's mouth twitched violently, his eyes full of suspicion.

"That sounds like..." He narrowed his eyes, flipped open the stainless steel lighter in his hand with a click, and then closed it with a click.

The subordinate coughed awkwardly: "Looks like a typical traitor?"

Jason sighed. He had seen too many fake informants who were "professionally making money".

But the problem is that it is too difficult to obtain intelligence in this place!

"Forget it, whether he's a human or a ghost." Jason finally made a decision. "He wants money, right? Then spend it. Let him develop more informants in the local area and collect more useful intelligence."

The subordinate hesitated: "But what if he is just a liar?"

Jason sneered, his eyes meaningful: "It depends on how long he can deceive."

Intelligence warfare has always been a long-term battle.

Jason could conclude that in the next few years, he would have to compete with Zhang Chi's intelligence agencies in a battle of wits and courage.