Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 1103 "A God-Sent Opportunity"

"Hmm." Zhou Zhengqing responded through his nose, bending down to continue patting the ever-growing snowdrift, his voice devoid of any emotion: "Just handle it as you see fit, make sure your hands and feet are clean, and don't leave any ammunition for others to talk about."

"Yes, General! Don't worry! I understand!" Ogura Daichi immediately puffed out his chest, patting it loudly, his face beaming with a look of gratitude for being trusted.

His eyes darted around, then his gaze settled on the snowman that was beginning to take shape. A more eager smile spread across his face: "General, I think this snowman is lacking a bit of spirit! How about I go to the storeroom and get you something?"

Find an old top hat, the kind with a bit of style; get a crisp carrot for the nose; and two equally sized lumps of black coal for the eyes... That'll make the snowman look dashing and imposing!

"No need." Zhou Zhengqing chuckled at his serious expression and shook his head. "It's just something to play with, to make Huizi happy. There's no need to go to such lengths. You go ahead and do your thing."

"Hi!" Ogura Daichi gave another crisp bow, turned to leave, but then seemed to suddenly remember something extremely important. He turned back abruptly, took a step forward, and almost whispered in Zhou Zhengqing's ear, his voice low and filled with mystery and excitement.

"Oh, right, General, I almost forgot to report! Just a few days ago, I was drinking with some old friends from the 'Northern' management department, and they mentioned it..."

They say that after the ground thaws in the spring, they might have a batch of old-fashioned mountain guns that are "obsolete," as well as a few old infantry guns to "dispose of," and the price, I heard, is "quite reasonable." What do you think...? Should we... keep an eye out for them?

Zhou Zhengqing paused slightly while patting the snow, then hesitated for a moment before saying in a low voice, "Keep an eye on things first. Find out the specific model, quantity, true condition, and what price the other party wants in secret."

Afterwards, I'll meet with Xu Zhongyi to discuss the takeover and subsequent "sale" channels. He looked up, his gaze calm yet weighty, at Xiao Cang: "Remember, we can't have any unsold inventory, and everything must be done discreetly. Don't let anything leak out."

"Yes, sir! Understood! I'll handle it perfectly and without a sound!" Ogura Daichi's eyes suddenly lit up, like a cat smelling a big fish. His face shone with joy, and he happily agreed. Then, he walked away contentedly through the snow, his steps uneven yet light. Even his back view exuded the energy of someone about to do something big.

Huizi squatted at the foot of the snowman, trying to stick a small twig on it. When she heard the footsteps fading away, she raised her head, blinked her big, dark eyes, and watched curiously as the uncle with the strange tone of voice and always smiling left. Then she turned back and looked at her brother with trust.

Zhou Zhengqing walked over, squatted down, and gently brushed the snowflakes off her hair: "Huizi, let's continue. Look, the snowman is almost healed."

Soon, a snowman, about half a person tall and round and chubby, was steadily built up.

Zhou Zhengqing and Yingzi rolled a smaller, but more solid snowball, and together they carefully placed it on the fat body to serve as its head.

Next comes the finishing touch. Without carrots...

Zhou Zhengqing asked Yingzi to go to the kitchen and find two round potatoes that were neither too big nor too small. She carefully pressed them onto the upper part of the snowman's face to serve as eyes.

The nose was made from half a piece of charcoal that had been shaved into a sharp point, while the mouth was made from a small piece of wood bent into an upward curve and gently embedded in the snow.

Zhou Zhengqing examined it for a moment, then took off the soft gray wool scarf from his neck and carefully wrapped it around the snowman. He then took off the cotton hat with ear flaps from his head and gently placed it on the snowman's round head.

"Look," Zhou Zhengqing said to Huizi with a smile, pointing to the newly decorated snowman, "Doesn't it look like your brother?"

Hui Zi tilted her little face up to look at the snowman "Grey Grey," who was wearing his scarf and hat, and then at her brother, who was only wearing a sweater and whose black hair was still covered with glistening snowflakes. After comparing the two, she suddenly giggled and pointed at the snowman with her gloved fingers, then at Zhou Zhengqing: "Brother... you've turned into a snowman! It's so cool!"

Zhou Zhengqing was amused by her innocent and carefree appearance. He picked her up and lifted her high so that she could see the snowman's funny "face": "Come on, Huizi, give our snowman friend a name."

Huizi wrapped one arm around her brother's neck, tilted her little head, thought seriously for a moment, her dark grape-like eyes darted around, and pointed to the conspicuous gray scarf around the snowman's neck: "Gray!... Its name is Gray!"

“Okay, I’ll listen to Huizi, let’s call her Huihui.” Zhou Zhengqing readily agreed and gently pressed his cheek against his sister’s cool, soft face.

Sakura stood quietly to the side, watching the brother and sister laugh and play affectionately, seeing the rare, carefree smile on the young master's face, seeing Huizi's innocent and joyful appearance, and then looking at the snowman gently "dressed up" by the young master's hat and scarf. A soft, peaceful warmth spread through her heart.

"General, the General Affairs Department's expense reports for this month need your review and signature." A slightly rigid, clearly enunciated voice broke the tranquility.

The head of the General Affairs Department, Saburo Kotobuki, was already standing quietly on the bluestone path in the courtyard.

He was wearing a neatly pressed military uniform, with a military overcoat over it, all buttoned up tightly. He was wearing white gloves and holding a dark blue hard-shell folder.

He stood ramrod straight, like another snow-covered pine tree in the courtyard, his presence incongruous with the heartwarming scene of people playing in the snow.

He had just run into Ogura Daichi on the road, who was humming a little tune as he walked back. Ogura winked and pulled him aside, whispering, "The general is currently playing in the snow with Miss Huizi in the yard, and he seems to be in a better mood than he has been lately."

Then, a thought struck him, and he quickly returned to his office, found this monthly report which wasn't actually that urgent, and rushed over to make an appearance.

Recently, due to certain news and pressure from Nanjing, Zhou Zhengqing's mood has been somewhat unpredictable, which has also made the atmosphere in the entire Gendarmerie Headquarters quite heavy and oppressive. His subordinates are all very cautious, and they dare not disturb him unless it is an extremely urgent matter that requires his personal decision.

Having received this "golden opportunity," Xiao Teng, who is meticulous in his work but also deeply understands the importance of "appearing at the right time," naturally wouldn't let it slip by.

Zhou Zhengqing put Huizi down, patted the snow off his hands, and then slowly walked over, extending his hand: "Give it to me."

"Yes." Kofuji Saburo bowed and handed over the folder with both hands, his posture extremely respectful.