The middle-aged businessman pondered for a moment and said, "The reason why you didn't bring you to our office is mainly because you have to cover up your identity and you must not have any doubts. In this way, you can't be noticed and don't have to endure unnecessary suspicion and interrogation. We cannot be sure if there are any detailed work among the people you come with, so the safest way is that you must do your part... stroll around, inquire about news, and meet your Mongolian relatives. In this way, after you go back, you will return to the pine tree as soon as possible and follow the instructions of Li Mingli, that is, your direct supervisor."

The middle-aged man said a long and exhausted look. He said to Zhao Gui, who was convinced, "Now talk about the first-hand information you have. Although we have received your reports, it is not as detailed and true as you brought them in person."

...

Zhao Gui, who was tired, left the tea pot stall only to realize that less than an hour had passed.

It was too tiring to talk to the senior management of the Military Intelligence Bureau. The other party was extremely meticulous and careful. As long as there were any loopholes and mistakes in Zhao Gui's words, the other party would notice and correct them as soon as possible, and then ask repeatedly and make repeated determinations.

The other party will ask about a small matter more than ten times until Zhao Gui feels dizzy and all his thinking is stalemate and entangled in inconspicuous small matters, the other party will easily confirm it.

Regarding many major events that Zhao Gui thought, the other party asked him to take over in just a few words. It seemed that he didn't pay much attention to the bloody battle by the river, but cared about many things after the war.

It was not until Zhao Gui was exhausted that the other party stroked his chin and pondered for a while before leaving with satisfaction.

"This is ten taels of silver." The other party said with satisfaction: "This is not a reward from the Military Intelligence Department, it is my personal gift to you. Because of your information, I can confirm a lot of things. This is very good, and the senior management of the Military Intelligence Department will thank you for your courage and dedication."

"Loyalty and honor." Zhao Gui spoke out the Mingyan of the Military Information Department very stiffly, and the expression in the other party's eyes became even more satisfied.

After the mysterious disappearance of that person, Zhao Guicai escaped from his fatigue. It seems that the intelligence officers of the Military Intelligence Department are really difficult to do. In addition to memory, they also have to analyze many things from human words. After summarizing, summarizing, and analyzing the information has real value. If it is just a crude head-to-door intelligence, it is difficult for the top leaders of the Military Intelligence Department to directly taste it for the highest leaders.

As a military intelligence officer, you must not only be brave and loyal, not only have the eyes and ears of hawks, but also have to always have a brain to analyze what useful information is and what ordinary movement is, and it is not worth investing too much attention.

Find useful things from various clues, which can be used to analyze the trends and general trends of the entire Houjin Group. This is the work that the best intelligence officer needs to do.

Zhao Gui felt dizzy and couldn't figure out how to continue.

In the end, he decided to do his duty, just summarize the information he could detect in the Songshukou area and hand it over to Li Mingli, and then he would conduct the information analysis and finally summarize and report it.

Fortunately, he had a boss, so Zhao Gui thought fortunately.

Next, he couldn't go back to rest. According to today's itinerary, he could not explain the past by just swaying twice on the street and drinking a pot of tea.

In the words of the senior intelligence officer, there is no way to confirm whether there is any detailed work, so that everything can be done well, which is completely in line with the process and common sense... This is also the safest way to do it.

Zhao Gui's relative was named Bater, who was a small nobleman in the Acheng Taiji Ranch of the Tumot tribe. He owned his own small tribe, dozens of felt bags and herds of more than ten thousand heads.

During the wars over the past few years, Battel lost all the land and 90% of herds, and the remaining herds and herdsmen were also packaged by him to a small rancher in the north.

Battel received several thousand taels of land compensation and herd losses compensation. He resettled his old herdsmen and bought a lot of lambs and ponies for them, so that they could recover slowly. As the owner of a small territory, he could not do more.

Now Bartel lives in Qingcheng and is also one of the rich Tumot rich people.

At the beginning, their ranch was forcibly deprived. After two years, the military command issued compensation and gave them thousands of silver dollars annuity every year in the days that followed.

Although their ranch was planted with cotton and tobacco, or vegetables, sweet potatoes, soybeans and wheat, in short, Batel's ranch had reclaimed tens of thousands of acres of land, and the income was definitely more than that.

But Hutchison's annuity was already generous enough. They had to pay military expenses and fiscal expenses, give the soldiers annuity benefits, and of course they had to weigh the amount of savings. Bartel could get an annuity of about 1,000 yuan a year, which was beyond his imagination.

To be fair, he used to have a herd of more than 10,000 herds, but in the horse market in Ming Dynasty, his herds were not sold for hundreds of taels of silver, because it was impossible to sell the entire herd. The ones sold each year were mainly sheep. The damn Ming people were only interested in horses, and even the trade market was named after the horse market.

All lords on the grassland like to raise horses. Although horses are not as easy to raise, horses are the best strategic materials for sale. The military towns in the Ming Dynasty have funding for horse purchases of tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of taels every year, and they lack interest in the flock because this is the food that only civilians need.

It is impossible to sell large quantities on the horse market. It can only be exchanged for a little cash silver, grain and tea bricks needed by the tribe, as well as luxury goods needed by some nobles.

Silk, tea, porcelain, and various exquisite jewelry, silk, silk, clothes, and vegetables and fruits.

True good things are only qualified to own by the great nobles. A small person like Bartel can see hundreds of taels of cash in a year, which is considered a good income.

Now Bater lives in a yard in Qingcheng with his annuity, with several guards, chefs, coachmen, and of course servants. It is not too comfortable than living in a felt bag.

This afternoon, after enjoying the mutton and sweet potato wine with hand, Battel was about to take a nap when the gatekeeper came to report that a Han man named Zhao Gui, who claimed to be his master's relative, requested a meeting outside the door.

"Submit Zhao, from Liaodong?" Bater looked stern, sighed, and said, "Please come in."

After Zhao Gui entered the quiet courtyard, Bartel and his children walked out of the gate of the normal and inner courtyards, and the two sides met in front of the gate of the inner and outer courtyards.

"This is your uncle."

Bartel was still a little doubtful before meeting him, but after seeing Zhao Gui, he knew he could be sure.

The appearance of this Han man is so similar to his deceased Han concubine.

Zhao Gui clenched his fists and felt his body trembling. In such a scene, his sister still did not show up, which explained everything.

When there was no big fight in the past few years, because Tumote opened the Ma market and maintained peace with the Ming Dynasty for decades, Zhao Gui's sister had a certain status after giving birth to Bater. She tried every means to entrust the Han merchants in the Ma market and brought a message to Zhao Gui's family. Only then did the Zhao Gui's family know the whereabouts of the abducted relatives.

That time, Zhao Gui's sister was captured by the Five Fried Flowers Alliance, and both Chahar and Korqin people participated. More than 150,000 Mongolians poured into the walls of Liaodong from the north, which was a large-scale invasion. The main reason may be the famine on the grassland, and of course it may also be the whim of the frying flowers... The reason why the fried flowers, which owed a lot of blood debts, was not liked by the Huji family. This is because this old Mongolian was really lucky to survive.

That time, the Mongols broke the border wall and rushed straight to the Liaoyang area, surrounding the Liaoyang City.

It was at that time that Zhao Gui's sister was abducted and fell to the Tumote tribe, but from the current situation, Zhao Gui knew that his sister must be gone.

"Your sister is gone." Bater was still very kind to Zhao Gui. His deceased Han concubine was gentle and more delicate than Mongolian women. Unlike Yinding, the concubine named Li, who was stronger than Mongolian women, and his personality was violent. I don't know what Yinding Taiji loves that woman.

Bater's concubines were different. They were as gentle as water, and they looked pretty. They were called Bater Airu Treasure. Not only that, the woman also gave birth to two sons and two daughters for him. All of Bater's descendants were this Han woman.

"What did my sister say when she passed away?" Zhao Gui asked in a hoarse voice. He found that he was full of hatred for the Mongolians in front of him.

Although my sister said that the Tumote treats her very well, a weak Han woman who was forced to escape had encountered many insults and bullies when she moved to the Tumote tribe, and was forced to be a concubine for the Mongolian with a sling in front of her... It's a pity that my sister is quite beautiful, but the elderly parents at home never thought of marrying her sister to someone else's house as a concubine, but they just wanted to find a reliable and good family for her sister, let alone marrying a Mongolian as a concubine!

"Oh, your sister was very peaceful when she passed away, and she didn't say much." Bartel noticed the hostility of the Han man in front of her. He smiled tolerantly and did not mind.

He just regretted that this Han man had come here a few years ago, but then he thought, if it were a few years ago, this Han man had this attitude. Even if he didn't kill him, he would ask the shepherd to beat him with a whip and teach him how to salute and talk before coming to see him again.

Even if I value that Han concubine very much, I would never allow her family to be so rude to me.

But now...

Bartel smiled self-deprecatingly, would he dare now?

Really don't dare.

The conflict between the Mongols and Han people is not without them in the city. The tutors of the police department have always dealt with impartially. The Han people will deal with the Han people if they are wrong, and the Mongolians will deal with the Mongolians if they are wrong. There is no prejudice, nor the possibility of compromise or taking care of their identities. In short, Bater never felt that the identity of his little noble was of use... If he really dared to hit Zhao Gui, there would be different punishments based on different levels of minor injuries, serious injuries or even beating to death.

Even the lightest punishment is to be detained in the detention center for several days, and crowded with the prisoners in a small dark room. There are only steamed buns and cabbage soup every day, which is just the most basic guarantee, so that people will not starve to death.
Chapter completed!