The banquet ended, and on the way to the port, Bai Zhizhan felt a profound sense of wonder.
Although it was called a celebration of the rendezvous, it felt more like an exchange of information.
The busiest person was not Bai Zhizhan, but Zheng Jiangming, who attended in his capacity as an adjutant.
Even though everyone knew Zheng Jiangming was an intelligence officer, no one pointed it out, since intelligence personnel are not exactly welcome in such semi-public settings.
Before the banquet began, Zheng Jiangming had vanished without a trace.
It was not until the banquet was almost over that he suddenly appeared.
"How did it go, did you find out any good news?"
"It's not exactly good news, but there certainly has been a significant gain."
Bai Zhizhan smiled and waited for Zheng Jiangming to continue.
Fortunately, the driver was Li Mingbo.
"You all have to ensure that this matter must not be leaked."
"Brother Li, did you hear that?"