And Councilor Huang's code was similar. His family business is huge, so he used cars and license plates to communicate.
The appearance of this code "1" today indicated that Councilor Huang was sending a ssage: he suspected sothing was wrong with himself and needed to remain silent for a while. It also served as a warning for others to stay alert.
But given Councilor Huang's unique and valuable identity, which had not seen trouble for decades, how could there suddenly be an issue?
Thinking of this, Councilor Xu couldn't help but think of Fang Ze, who had just arrived at the Provincial Governnt the day before yesterday and visited Councilor Huang yesterday.
"Could it be him?" Councilor Xu felt a bit hesitant.
Just as he was thinking this, suddenly, the phone on his desk rang.
Councilor Xu snapped out of it, picked up the phone, and then heard his assistant's voice from the other end: "Chief, an assistant to the substitute Council mber Fang has called, wanting to arrange a eting with you today. He asked if you have ti."
Hearing his assistant's words, Councilor Xu's heart skipped a beat.
Could it be?
Fang Ze t with Councilor Huang last night, and today he wants to schedule a eting with ? Could it be that Councilor Huang has indeed been exposed?
With this thought, Councilor Xu suppressed the anxiety in his heart and then inquired, "What ti does he plan to et ? Has he only scheduled with ?"
Hearing Councilor Xu's words, the assistant quickly responded, "Chief, just like yesterday, Council mber Fang has scheduled with about ten to twenty mbers today."
"Since today is a weekday, many council mbers are concentrated in the Governing Hall, so he can save a lot of travel ti."
"As far as I know, he has scheduled etings with almost all the council mbers who are here today."
Listening to his assistant, Councilor Xu felt a wave of relief, then said, "Then let's also et this well-known Fang Shaxing. Hahaha."
Hearing Councilor Xu's words, the assistant also couldn't help but laugh.
The council mbers in the province were actually quite familiar with Fang Ze. It was astounding that within three months of joining the Security Bureau, he had used the Special Operation Permit twice, nearly depleting the mbership of the Governing Hall in Erald City.
This had caused many council mbers to be dissatisfied and critical, feeling that Fang Ze's approach was too overbearing and did not consider the bigger picture or consequences.
Later, when Fang Ze was revealed to be a descendant of the Si Family and there were rumors of him taking a position in the State Security Bureau, many council mbers nicknad him "Fang Shaxing," worried that his arrival at the Provincial Governnt could also bring chaos.
So, in a casual chat with his assistant, the eting ti with Fang Ze was set.
After hanging up the phone, Councilor Xu paced the room with a somber expression.
Although the assistant said Fang Ze was eting with 20 mbers today and not just seeing him, truthfully, he always had an ominous premonition.
'Could that guy really be so sort of demon star?'
'What exactly did Councilor Huang discover during their eting that made him go silent and stop communicating with others?'
'Should I go silent myself?'
As Councilor Xu worried about Fang Ze coming to et him, many council mbers in the Governing Hall were also either curious, anticipatory, or anxious as they prepared to welco Fang Ze's arrival....
.....
anwhile, at the sa ti, in the director's office of the State Security Bureau.
The female director picked up the phone with a stern face.
From the other end ca a report, "Director, Councilor Huang's license plate indeed used number '1'."
"However, after retrieving five months' worth of surveillance, we found that Councilor Huang's license plate number changes daily and frequently uses the code '1', which is not unusual."
The director replied calmly, "Does he use the number '1' on Mondays?"
Hearing the director's question, the voice hesitated for a mont, then quickly said, "Director, one mont."
Then the sounds of tapping ca from the other end of the line, and shortly after, the voice said, "Yes!"
The director asked, "It's on the first week of the month, isn't it?"
The voice on the other end quickly affird, "Yes, Director. And it's only twice."
The director glanced down at the docunts provided by Fang Ze. The docunts clearly outlined Councilor Huang's thod of sending coded ssages and included a note: In order to avoid even this thod of using "taboo numbers" being detected, Councilor Huang and his group had agreed on a "code postponent" for the first week of every month: aning Sunday's code would move to Monday, Monday's would go to Tuesday, and so forth.
This way, even with several months of surveillance, the code's pattern and information could not be discovered!
Who would have thought they would encounter Fang Ze, who directly obtained the "Codebook."...
The director, having worked many years for the Security Bureau and being highly sensitive to patterns in numbers, noted that over 150 days, using the tail number '1' only on two Mondays already indicated a problem!
'Now, the reliability of the data Fang Ze gave seems very high....'
'It looks like it's really ti to prepare....'
Thinking this, the director ended the call with a deep look, pondered for a long ti, and finally opened a drawer, took out a special communicator, and dialed out.
Shortly, the communicator connected, displaying an image of a man dressed in Old Farr attire, who was looking down as he hoed the ground, turned out to be... He Weidao.
When He Weidao received the director's call, he chuckled and said, "Lan Bing, what made you find the ti to contact today? Be careful not to let the Bai Family catch on."
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