"There is indeed a file!" Wang Zhu nodded and shouted to the outside of the door. A young man in his twenties walked in. It was Meng Feichen, the director of his supervision office.
"Feichen," Wang Zhu instructed him, "go to the Political Department and get Ji Wenguang's file!"
"Yes!" Meng Feichen responded, turned and walked out.
"Inspector General Lin," Wang Zhu turned his head to Gavin Lin again, "Can you tell me what secret information Ji Wenguang sold to the Japanese?"
"Manager Wang," Gavin Lin shook his head regretfully, "It's not that I'm hiding this from you. In fact, we don't know exactly what secret information Ji Wenguang sold. The only evidence we have is that Ji Wenguang receives a sum of money from an agency of the Japanese spy organization every two months."
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