With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

In a low room, a middle-aged man was smoking with a frown on his face.

His name is Bi Zhengfang. He is Zhao Qinghong's leader and also the leader in charge of public security in the entire provincial capital.

At this moment, he had smoked two cigarettes in a row, and the room was filled with smoke. Xue Ming really wanted to open the window to get some fresh air.

"Qinghong, open the window." Bi Zhengfang said, putting out his cigarette.

Zhao Qinghong opened the window and the smoke escaped from the window. Xue Ming felt much more comfortable.

"Comrade Xue Ming, you go outside to get some air first, and I'll have a chat with your father-in-law." Bi Zhengfang said.

There was an unquestionable tone in his pocket, as if he was giving orders to Xue Ming. This may be the aura of a superior.

"Okay, you guys chat." Xue Ming opened the door and walked out of the house, helped them close the door, and moved a bench to sit in the yard.

There are two grapevines planted in the yard, and the grape trellises are covered with vines, bearing bunches of green grapes.

Xue Ming moved a bench and sat under the grape trellis, but soon felt bored and left the Bi family.

There was no one in the alley, so he entered the space and opened his God's perspective, eavesdropping on the conversation between Bi Zhengfang and Zhao Qinghong.

"Qinghong, Comrade Xue Ming said that enemy agents had sneaked into the Wanshe Mountain construction site and were planning to steal explosives and blow up the air-raid shelter. Do you think this is credible?"

"It's absolutely credible. This kid won't lie about big things. He saw someone stealing explosives with his own eyes."

"Oh? Who stole the explosives?" Bi Zhengfang lit another cigarette.

Zhao Qinghong took out her notebook from her pocket, opened it and handed it to him: "Comrade Bi, look, it's these two people."

The notebook contains Zhou Jianhong's personal information, the explosives manager at the Wansheshan construction site.

The other man was named Sun Jinqu, a member of the blasting team. He was responsible for drilling holes in the mountain wall and then putting in explosives for blasting.

If the explosives manager and the demolition crew team up to steal explosives, they can really do it without anyone noticing.

Bi Zhengfang looked serious, closed his notebook and looked at Zhao Qinghong: "Tell me your opinion."

Zhao Qinghong hurriedly sat down and said: "My idea is not to alert the enemy, but starting from Zhou Jianhong and Sun Jinjin, we will try to wipe out the enemy's special forces."

After he finished speaking, he closed his mouth, looked at his nose and his heart, waiting for criticism and guidance from the leader.

Bi Zhengfang did not say anything either. This answer was quite conventional and not the answer he wanted.

After a long time, Bi Zhengfang smiled: "Qinghong, everyone knows your character, but given the circumstances, I can't reinstate you. Don't feel aggrieved."

"I don't feel wronged." Zhao Qinghong shook her head: "I have worked for the country for decades, and I have long wanted to retire and take care of myself.

When my daughter is out of confinement, I will move to my son-in-law's house. I will do nothing in the future and focus on taking care of my grandson."

"Haha, I also want to live a life like this." Bi Zhengfang laughed.

The topic changed and he talked to Zhao Qinghong about children, sharing the interesting stories of when he held his grandson.

The two of them became happier and happier as they talked, and they seemed to have suddenly forgotten that there were enemy spies trying to steal explosives and blow up the Wanshe Mountain air-raid shelter.

Xue Ming couldn't help but roll his eyes in the space. It was estimated that these two little old men had eight hundred minds in total.

The enemy agent has taken the initiative to win over Xue Ming. Of course Bi Zhengfang wants to use his trick to let Xue Ming take the opportunity to break into the enemy agent.

However, being undercover can always be life-threatening.

Xue Ming's son was not one month old, and Zhao Qinghong had also been wronged and lost his job. He was really embarrassed to bring it up.

So I wanted Zhao Qinghong to take the initiative, and he would go along with the flow, saying hello, me, and everyone.

Zhao Qinghong knew what he was thinking, but didn't want to let her son-in-law take risks, so she pretended to be ignorant.

Xue Ming made a pot of tea and carefully considered whether to infiltrate the enemy's spies. Of course there were risks, but the benefits were also great.

At least during the undercover period, powerful leaders, such as Bi Zhengfang, would definitely protect the Xue family.

Those spirited young men and spirited generals outside will not cause trouble for the Xue family.

Xue Ming had watched many undercover movies in his previous life, such as Infernal Affairs and Insidious, and he also wanted to experience the feeling of being an undercover agent.

He has the ability to travel in space, so when he encounters danger, he hides in the space and kills them, thus minimizing the danger.

In the room, Bi Zhengfang finally lost his patience and said with a smile: "The enemy spies took the initiative to contact Comrade Xue Ming, trying to plot against Comrade Xue Ming and thus destroy our trucks.

It's better to use the trick and let Xue Ming break into the enemy's agents. When the time comes, we will cooperate internally and externally to give them a central flower. "

Zhao Qinghong kept silent, as the father and son had already discussed the matter before coming.

Unless the other party offers a "reasonable" reward, Xue Ming will consider helping them undercover.

"Qinghong, while Comrade Xue Ming is on duty, I will ensure that the Xue family is safe and sound, and I will ensure that no one causes trouble for the Xue family."

"Comrade Zheng Fang, this is inappropriate. My little grandson is not even a month old."

"Comrade Xue Ming can receive a living allowance of 50 yuan per month during his mission, and Comrade Zhao Xue can receive two kilograms of milk powder per month with a ticket.

If Comrade Xue Ming encounters an accident, the provincial capital will raise his son until he is 18 years old, and the provincial capital will support his mother. "

Xue Ming, who was hiding in the space, nodded and was very satisfied with these two conditions.

Zhao Qinghong still shook his head: "Comrade Zhengfang, this is inappropriate. My little grandson is not even a month old."

"This is too much!" Bi Zhengfang said, dumbfounded, "Do you think this place is a vegetable market? Is there anyone who bargains like you?"

"Comrade Zhengfang may have misunderstood." Zhao Qinghong sat upright and said, "I want to ask you how to protect Xue Ming's identity. After we kill all the enemy agents, how will we restore Xue Ming's identity?"

Bi Zhengfang was stunned and said, "This is a big problem. Let's study it carefully."

Zhao Qinghong took out a page of document and handed it to him. On the paper was some suggestions from Xue Ming on how to protect himself.

For example, leave yourself a top-secret identity document and restore your identity and reputation after the mission is completed.

Not too many people can know his undercover status, and guns can be used legally at critical moments.

The 21 safety measures were all copied by Xue Ming from future film and television dramas.

Bi Zhengfang read it one by one and couldn't help but feel a little confused: "I can make the decision on some conditions, but I can't make the decision on some conditions. I need to report to the superior department."

"Okay, then we'll take our leave first and go home to wait for news from Comrade Bi." Zhao Qinghong stood up and said.

"Old Zhao, don't worry." Bi Zhengfang stopped him hastily.

He said with a smile: "Let's call Comrade Xue Ming over, ask for his opinion, do some ideological work for him, and then discuss how to carry out the latent plan."

Xue Ming put down the teapot in his hand, moved his mind to leave the space, and came to the outside of Bi Zhengfang's yard.

I pushed open the door and walked into the Bi family’s house, sitting under the grape trellis waiting for their ideological and political work.