Spy Wars: I can get rewards by being a bully!

Chapter 818 Lin! Master! Good!

After visiting Gao’s mansion, the next visits were the front headquarters, the gendarmerie headquarters and the administrative committee.

Lin Ze did not go out of his way to avoid Kitahara Ransuke. Of course, on the surface, he was just giving a gift as a routine matter, but in the evening, the two of them had a good drink at the restaurant and even put on a little show for Kitahara.

Kitahara doesn't like this very much, but he is still willing to relax.

During the conversation, the two also talked about the poisoning case. Kitahara Ransuke analyzed, "Matsuzaki was too calm. I even suspected that he knew something was going to happen. Maybe he had an insider and wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to catch a big fish."

This is somewhat consistent with Lin Ze's idea, but he doesn't understand how Matsuzaki can catch the big fish by doing this when he watched several senior officers being poisoned to death?

"By the way, how's Saito?"

Beiyuan shook his head. "He's still in the hospital. I went to see him two days ago. His face was as pale as gold paper. The doctor said that although he survived, many of his organs were affected. Even if he survived, he wouldn't live long. It would have been better for him to die right then and there."

Speaking of this, Kitahara drank a glass of wine and said, "He definitely can't return to work. The position of director of the Public Security Department is vacant. Do you have anyone to arrange?"

Lin Ze didn't think highly of this position, and the Military Police Headquarters was no different from other places. It would be too conspicuous if he arranged a Chinese person. If he arranged a Japanese person, he didn't have any suitable person.

"Kitahara-kun, I don't have anyone to arrange. You are in charge of the Military Police Headquarters. Even my trip to Tianjin is to increase your influence. I support whatever you do. You don't need to consider my opinion."

Kitahara Ranjie was touched. "You are just too particular. Logically, we are equals now. Don't be so polite to me in the future. We are good brothers! By the way, it's the New Year. You prepared a gift for me, and I also have a gift for you."

Lin Ze asked what the gift was, and Bei Yuan laughed, "Although your residence in Beiping is quiet, it is too small and not convenient for security. With your current status, it is obviously not appropriate to live there. I want to give you a palace."

"Prince's Mansion?"

"That's right, Prince Chun's Palace. This place used to be the English embassy. Later, they moved south and no one used this palace. I didn't know about it before. Some time ago, the headquarters sorted out its assets and found out that when we first entered Peking, this place was also assigned to the headquarters for management. I have already arranged for a businessman to buy this place from the headquarters and then give you the title deed and land deeds."

This is really a gift!

The Prince Chun's Palace covers a large area and is fully equipped with a ceremonial gate, main hall, wing towers, rear bedrooms, and side halls.

This is not the key point. The key point is that this place used to be where the English ambassador lived and worked, which means that many places have been renovated in a Western style, with water and sewage, special heating, and various modified circuits.

There is a two-story villa with a combination of Chinese and Western styles in the East Courtyard, and there is also an office building in the West Courtyard!

This place is suitable for both living and working. It has good privacy and convenient security. I have to say that Kitahara really put a lot of effort into it.

Lin Ze gladly accepted it and handed it over to Niu Saner to carry out the renovation and decoration. He would live here when he returned to Peking.

After meeting Lin Ze, he went to Wang Kemin to ask for money. Wang Kemin even wanted to give Lin Ze a few women, but Lin Ze decisively refused.

However, the ice gift that Lao Wang prepared was extremely generous. He said that Lin Ze came to give him a gift, but in fact, Lin Ze came to collect money.

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East Gate Patrol Post.

This place is becoming more and more prosperous. Everyone knows that this is the "dragon's birthplace" of Master Lin. However, in the entire city, there is no safer place than here.

Therefore, wealthy people like to open shops and do business here, and ordinary people are also willing to make a living here.

Under the continuous positive cycle, the business atmosphere here is becoming more and more intense, and it is likely to surpass the Dong'an Market.

In the past, when people wanted to buy something, they would go to Dong'an Market, but now they all go to Dongbianmen.

The current patrol chief residing at the Dongbianmen patrol station is Fan Laosi, a middle-aged man with elderly parents and young children to take care of, and he was also one of the original shareholders who had eaten the duck oil crispy sesame cakes.

After Zhuzi went to Tianjin, the position of patrol captain was transferred to Fan Laosi as if a pie fell from the sky.

In fact, this is also the result of comprehensive consideration by Lin Ze and others.

The current East Gate can just be maintained as it is. It would be a bad idea to let someone with too many ideas take charge. An old patrolman like Fan Laosi has experience, a good heart, and is steady in his work. He is just the right person to be the patrol chief.

Even though Fan Laosi was a patrol captain, he didn't put on airs. He seldom went to the office upstairs often, and he certainly wouldn't make a pot of tea and drink it for half a day.

He was a man who could not sit still. He would either stroll around the streets or ask someone to send a telegram to Tianjin to report the recent situation of Dongbianmen to Director Niu.

Of course, these telegrams often end up here with Director Niu. Uncle Lin is very busy, and Niu Saner would not hand him ordinary telegrams.

Today, Fan Laosi was wandering around the street in front of his house as usual. If he saw anyone littering, he would scold them.

In his opinion, Dongbianmen has finally come to where it is today and must be well cared for. This care should be all-round, so he also cares about littering.

As I was walking around, a young patrolman came running over, sweating profusely in the middle of winter.

"Captain, my Captain Fan, you are still hanging around here! Go back quickly!"

Fan Laosi was as if he was facing a great enemy, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"It's Master Lin, Master Lin!"

Fan Laosi became even more anxious, "Tell me, what happened to Master Lin!?"

The young patrolman took a breath and said, "Master Lin is coming to visit us. The brothers from the Assistance Bureau have already come to see us. You should go back quickly!"

Fan Laosi cried out and ran back, and the young man couldn't catch up with him.

When we arrived at the patrol station, we saw a team of assistants inspecting there. Some people also went up to the roof and looked around.

More than half an hour later, several bulletproof vehicles drove over.

Master Lin is here!

Looking at the familiar place, Lin Ze felt a little emotional.

Not only Lin Ze, but also Niu Saner felt emotional.

This is not the refreshing feeling of returning home rich and powerful, but a dizzy feeling caused by too rapid a rise in status, as if you were living in a basement yesterday and suddenly lived in a villa the next day. You always feel dizzy, and always feel familiar when looking at the old place.

Now the Dongbianmen Patrol Station is strong and has many new faces.

Everyone saluted together, "Hello, Master Lin!"

Lin Ze was very satisfied. "Good, very energetic! It's time for the New Year. I came to see everyone. Everyone has worked hard. This year's benefits must not be reduced!"

Everyone was very happy to hear this. On the one hand, it was out of respect for Master Lin, and on the other hand, it was because of the real money that Master Lin took out.

Although the people around Master Lin seem to be living well, in fact, the lives of ordinary people are becoming more and more difficult.

The Japanese logistics are under pressure, and they can only squeeze out oil with all their might. Now even the supply of mixed flour is intermittent, and business is not good. There are fewer people carrying heavy bags at the train station and docks.

If it weren’t for Master Lin, I don’t know how many people would have died of hunger and cold this winter, let alone the New Year!