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Shanghai, once a dazzling pearl of the East, now lay shrouded in the shadows of war, reduced to a hell of suffering. On the streets, remnants of shattered landscapes and displaced citizens were everywhere. The Japanese military flag fluttered like a menacing specter over the city, proclaiming the invaders' dominance.
Lin Feng, a soul from the modern era, carried the mission of the Underground Party's shadow as he navigated through this chaos, his gaze resolutely fixed on the recruitment office of the Wang Wei Secret Service Agency. Along the way, witnessing the suffering of his compatriots ignited a fierce anger within him, yet he could only suppress it deep inside, transforming it into motivation for his journey. At this moment, he had but one goal: to infiltrate the Wang Wei Secret Service Agency and disrupt the enemy's plans from within, paving the way for victory in the Anti-Japanese War.
The recruitment office was located within a heavily guarded European-style building, where former elegance had been replaced by the coldness and severity of the invaders. At the entrance stood two armed soldiers from the Japanese Puppet Army, their vigilant eyes scrutinizing every passerby as if ready to unleash their weapons at the slightest provocation.
Lin Feng took a deep breath, adjusted his slightly worn but clean clothes, and stepped forward steadily.
"What do you want?" one soldier from the Japanese Puppet Army blocked his path, his tone as harsh as winter ice.
"Sir, I am here to apply for a translation position at the Wang Wei Intelligence Agency. I heard that the Imperial Army is seeking talented individuals and I wish to offer my services." Lin Feng bowed humbly and presented his carefully forged resume, his eyes betraying a hint of eagerness and urgency. On his resume, he had cleverly fabricated a background of studying in Japan and being proficient in Japanese language and culture, laying groundwork for his application.
The soldier took the resume with suspicion, glancing through it briefly before sizing up Lin Feng again. He waved his hand dismissively: "Go ahead, just behave yourself!"
Stepping into the hall, Lin Feng found himself amidst a throng of applicants. Among them were cunning individuals with sly eyes and ingratiating smiles trying to curry favor with those in power for wealth and status; there were also pretentious scholars wearing glasses who had chosen to compromise under the invaders' tyranny in hopes of finding their place here as collaborators.
Lin Feng blended into the crowd without drawing attention, calmly observing everything around him. Moments later, everyone was ushered into a spacious conference room where several examiners sat behind a long table. In the center was an officer from the Japanese Army dressed sharply in uniform, his cold gaze reminiscent of a winter's chill that emanated an unsettling pressure.
As the interview began, the officer spoke fluent but stilted Chinese, throwing out a series of tricky questions designed to challenge these applicants: "What are your views on the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere? How can you ensure that translations accurately convey the intentions of the Imperial Army?"
The crowd responded with various answers; some were sycophantic and overly flattering, proclaiming that the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere was a sacred endeavor to save East Asia; others stammered nervously, struggling to articulate their thoughts on such grand topics.
When it was Lin Feng's turn, he straightened slightly and cleared his throat before speaking in fluent and polished Japanese: "Sir, the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere is indeed a visionary concept by the Imperial Army aimed at bringing peace and prosperity to East Asian nations. As a bridge for communication, accuracy in translation is paramount. Just like in traditional Japanese poetry such as 'Hyakunin Isshu,' one must grasp its essence to convey its beauty; translation requires not only understanding words but also deep cultural insights." He cleverly referenced traditional Japanese poetry to draw parallels with translation work, showcasing both his knowledge of Japanese culture and subtly appealing to the officer's cultural vanity.
The officer nodded slightly, an almost imperceptible surprise flickering in his eyes as he seemed quite satisfied with Lin Feng's response. However, he pressed on with another challenging question: "If faced with an urgent military situation requiring quick translation of tactical orders, would you be confident?"
Lin Feng felt a tightening in his chest as flashes of various military scenarios he'd encountered in history books and films raced through his mind along with obscure military references. After a moment's thought, he answered calmly: "Sir, I have studied many battles from Japan's Warring States period and understand how crucial it is to convey tactical orders accurately. For instance, during the Battle of Okehazama, Imagawa Yoshimoto commanded an all-out attack at precisely three o'clock—simple yet laden with strategic significance. In translation during emergencies, precision and speed are essential; I am confident that I can relay orders accurately under pressure." By mentioning this famous battle known for its strategy of overcoming greater numbers with fewer troops and its concise commands, he not only demonstrated his military knowledge but also implied his ability to remain calm under urgent circumstances.
Listening to Lin Feng's answer transformed the officer’s previously stern expression into one filled with appreciation and satisfaction. He stood up and approached Lin Feng, patting him on the shoulder: "You have potential; welcome to our Wang Wei Secret Service Agency."
Lin Feng felt an overwhelming surge of excitement within while maintaining an outward composure as he bowed deeply in gratitude: "Thank you for your recognition; I will dedicate myself wholeheartedly to serve the Imperial Army."
Thus, Lin Feng secured his entry ticket into Wang Wei’s ranks through his solid language skills, profound cultural knowledge, and calm adaptability under pressure. Yet he knew this was merely a beginning; far more brutal trials and thrilling confrontations awaited him in the future.
Exiting the recruitment office, Lin Feng gazed up at the overcast sky and silently vowed to hold steadfast within this dark enemy stronghold—to clear away confusion for his organization and welcome that light piercing through the clouds. He adjusted his attire and walked forward with determined steps toward deeper into Wang Wei Intelligence Agency; though his figure appeared somewhat slender against adversity, it radiated courage and resolve.
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