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

Chapter 801 How to reward people based on their merits?

An attack occurred in Tianjin. The modus operandi was similar to the previous attack on Princess Hejing's mansion in Peking. Both attacks were carried out unexpectedly in broad daylight. The gunmen were excellent marksmen and acted very cleanly and efficiently.

Logically speaking, with such a big thing happening, both Beijing and Tianjin should be in a state of excitement.

But the strange thing is that it was the ordinary people who were talking about it, while the top military leaders rarely talked about it, as if they didn't know about it at all.

After the attack, Kitahara was terrified.

I thought to myself, what a bad luck I am!

With the help of his good brother Lin Ze, he finally climbed up to the position of Chief of the Military Police Command step by step. Now, everything is over.

Three of the four negotiators died and one was injured. As the security chief, I cannot escape the blame!

Immediately afterwards, a call came from Peiping, asking Kitahara Ransuke to go back immediately.

Beiyuan knew that he was in great danger this time.

After returning, will he be interrogated or asked to commit seppuku to save face?

Ugh!

Really not reconciled!

When the train arrived in Peiping, as soon as Kitahara Ransuke got off the train, he saw Lin Ze coming to pick him up.

Kitahara burst into tears at that moment. In the past, he would always hold back his tears even though he was moved inside, except when he was drunk.

Now he burst into tears right on the platform, "Mr. Lin! I didn't expect you to come pick me up! I am guilty now, I don't want to implicate you, you go back, I will go to the front army to meet the general myself!"

Lin Ze slapped him hard, "Where is your previous fighting spirit? Look at your state. You can't even button your clothes properly. Wouldn't it be ridiculous for others to see you? You need to stand up!"

It seems strange no matter how you look at it that a major speaks to a colonel like this.

But Kitahara felt warm in his heart.

What's wrong with talking like that? Master Lin is now in the Pingtang Front Command. What's wrong with talking to me like that!

This is how our people behave!

Lin Ze dragged him out and stuffed him into the car. "Go back to the Military Police Headquarters and have a good sleep. I will talk to the General. This matter has nothing to do with you. You are not working in Tianjin. You were just transferred there temporarily to help. You can't be blamed for this."

Beiyuan was still afraid of getting Lin Ze into trouble, so Lin Ze scolded him directly: "Baga! When did you become so fussy? Go back and rest now. Even if you die, you should die in a dignified and calm manner, right?"

In fact, there is no way Lin Ze would try to persuade Okamura. Is there any need to persuade him?

Now Nao Okamura praised Lin Ze for his beautiful arrangement.

The Japanese representative died, while the American representative did not die but was frightened.

This is a good arrangement. It can achieve the goal without driving the Americans crazy.

Soon, the North China Front Army sent a telegram to the headquarters, claiming that it had solid evidence that the people who carried out the attack on Tianjin were the same group of people who had carried out the attack on Princess Hejing's residence. It seemed that the Northern Big Brother's Distant Intelligence Bureau had resumed its activities in North China. They hoped that their superiors would quickly allocate funds, distribute supplies, and increase the establishment to facilitate the North China Front Army's special forces to eliminate enemy spies.

Now the higher-ups really believed it.

Including those people behind Gao Yuebao, they felt that Okamura might have been wronged before, and Gao Yuebao's death had nothing to do with Okamura.

Well, it really has nothing to do with Okamura.

The matter was handled so properly, and it was almost certain that the negotiations would no longer be held in North China, so Okamura finally put his worries to rest.

This is all thanks to Lin Sang!

How should we reward people according to their merits?

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It snowed in Peking as the New Year was drawing to a close. This was the busiest time for all the restaurants.

Since ancient times, the dinner table has been a battlefield for the Chinese, where people form alliances, conquer dissidents, demonstrate power, and make deals.

During the holidays, dinner parties were held one after another. Officials from other places would come to Beijing to pay a visit, colleagues would get together, and partners in common would test and communicate before settling accounts at the end of the year. All of these would be concentrated at this time.

At this time, there are only two types of people who can refuse to attend the dinner party: those with too high social status and those with too low social status.

At Tonghejuli, the private rooms are fully booked every day and you can’t book one without some connections.

In a private room, four people sat around an octagonal table with eight dishes on it. Although they were not delicacies from land and sea, they were all specialties of the restaurant.

They heated up a pot of Shaoxing wine and the group drank it slowly and chatted.

"Brother, how are things going after the New Year? Can you move up again? I heard that Master Lin has taken down a lot of people in your Administrative Committee. Those with real power and plenty of money have been arranged, but there are still many that have not been arranged. I congratulate you in advance."

"I can't say, I can't say. No one can say for sure. Isn't Mr. Lin in Peking? I wanted to visit him these days, but I can't even get into that street! Those in the front line all came by car. Think about it, those who can ride in cars must be the heads of the various departments under the Administrative Committee, or the heads of the New Citizens Association, the police department, and the detective team. Hey, how can we get a turn!"

Someone nearby became interested. "Hey, isn't it said that Master Lin hasn't done his job well recently? Not only was he almost assassinated in Peking, but a big incident also happened in Tianjin. How come, even after all this, there are still so many people giving him gifts?"

One of the "well-informed" people whispered mysteriously, "I'm telling you, don't rush to worship Master Lin. My sister married a translator in the headquarters of the front army. She's well-informed. Now, Master Lin has lost power in the headquarters! You see, when he was assassinated, there was a lot of fanfare at the beginning, but was there any movement afterwards? People say that the person who assassinated him was none other than a ghost... the Imperial Army!"

"Ah!?" everyone exclaimed in unison.

"Oh, so Master Lin was involved in something."

"Isn't it? If you ask me, you shouldn't be too powerful when you are an official. It may be impressive, but as the saying goes, flowers don't last forever. When you are climbing up, you feel glorious, but when you fall, it's not the same anymore!"

"Yes, I think none of us can be as comfortable as you. Your salt company brings in countless bills every day. That's really a mountain of gold and silver!"

Well, North China also has a salt monopoly, and there is an agency under the Administrative Committee that is specifically responsible for this, which is indeed a lucrative job.

Everyone was having dinner when someone knocked on the door. It was the attendant of someone at the dinner party.

As soon as he came in, he said, "Sir, the office has sent a note saying that there will be a major event at the Six Nations Hotel tomorrow night. All those above the level of director must attend, and the rest must guard their own stalls. Nothing can happen tomorrow. Whoever causes trouble will be arrested! I heard that this is an order from President Wang himself!"