Spy?
Leader Tang absolutely gives it his full attention.
Jiang Cheng never misfires.
Leader Tang first looked at Li Chunxiang and said, "You don’t need to handle anything. If you see Jiang Cheng, just tell her that I know about this matter, and I’m very attentive."
Li Chunxiang had no idea what was written on the note.
Shen Xing went to her house and gave her two notes.
One of them was the one Leader Tang was looking at, and the other was for her.
The one for her read: Continue working as usual, and send a message to Public Security Bureau Leader Tang on my behalf. It’s urgent; don’t let anyone notice, and don’t read the message I’m sending.
Li Chunxiang mostly obeyed instructions, and Jiang Cheng told her not to look, so she didn’t.
"Alright, I’ll be off now!"
Li Chunxiang’s heartbeat hadn’t calmed down yet, and she turned to leave immediately.
Leader Tang also got into action right away.
He personally made a trip to the textile factory and also sent the person most skilled at tracking to stake out.
At the same time, in the courtyard, Jiang Cheng had already signed the subletting agreement.
She just needed to go to the textile factory and street to report and register, complete the final procedures, and she could move in.
Zhu Bin was in a hurry to leave today, so Jiang Cheng accompanied him to the textile factory first.
On the way, Zhu Bin didn’t say a word, but Jiang Cheng was muttering to herself.
Several times, Jiang Cheng noticed Zhu Bin’s impatient expression.
That expression, and a certain posture when walking, made him look more like a person from R Country.
From the first time Jiang Cheng saw Zhu Bin, she felt he wasn’t from Hua Xia.
It was an intuition.
This intuition had allowed her to disrupt enemy plots during several diplomatic events, even preventing an assassination.
When she saw the subletting agreement, her intuition turned into evidence-based suspicion.
There was a future internal report that analyzed the evolution of handwriting from R Country in detail.
Zhu Bin completely fit the description.
It was quite a coincidence; she had been here for nearly four months and today was the first time she saw Zhu Bin.
Jiang Cheng had many thoughts running through her head, but she kept rambling about the most trivial things, which irritated Zhu Bin so much that his eyebrows furrowed deeper.
The textile factory finally arrived.
The textile factory ahead was bustling with festivity.
A large red banner was hung at the entrance: Strive to produce, aim high, create foreign exchange for the nation, catch up with America and the Soviet Union.
Jiang Cheng looked: A vague self-praise.
Following behind Zhu Bin, Jiang Cheng raised her eyebrows slightly.
Once inside the textile factory, Zhu Bin seemed like a completely different person.
He enthusiastically greeted everyone, which was completely different from his demeanor in the courtyard.
As they walked into the textile factory, many people called out to Master Zhu, and Zhu Bin responded with a smile.
The two went to the place to handle employment and resignation procedures, and the person handling them smiled and welcomed Zhu Bin warmly as he walked in.
"Master Zhu, have you got everything ready?"
"All done. I came to return the house today. I’ve sublet the remaining four months to her; she’s the tenant."
"You’ve saved me quite some trouble, thank you, Master Zhu."
After a few compliments, the person handling the procedures began helping the two with their paperwork.
Zhu Bin’s house was rented out by the textile factory from the street; it was a welfare perk for Zhu Bin.
Zhu Bin was leaving, so naturally, he had to return the house.
The textile factory had already paid the rent, so Jiang Cheng was essentially renting it from the factory for four months and then from the street for the subsequent months.
In short, transactions with the collective were fine, but individual transactions were not.
After the procedures were completed, Jiang Cheng first paid a month’s rent.
Zhu Bin didn’t stop and wanted to go to the street to continue the procedures, so Jiang Cheng naturally followed along.
As they walked out of the building where the procedures were handled, Zhu Bin ran into an acquaintance.
"Master Zhu, why are you leaving now? Our factory just accepted foreign trade orders!"
"Why are you heading to the northwest at this time?"

"I wonder if Jiang Cheng can wait a little longer—"
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