Prof. Dunying, the Lurker

In the late spring of 1972, I enrolled in the Foreign Language Department of Shaanxi Normal University as a “child who could be educated well. At that Time, there were only two majors in the Department of Foreign Languages: English and Russian, and the head of the department was Professor Wang Dunying (known as “Wang Lao”), short, thin, wearing a pair of deeply myopic glasses, with a hobbling gait, and a northeastern dialect with a Shandong accent, occasionally using the Shandong dialect, such as telling students to “read aloud early in the morning “.

At that time, there were no foreign experts in the foreign language department of the university, and those who studied English, in addition to listening to Linglewind English, occasionally listened to Sri Lankan experts from the Xi’an Foreign Language Institute, called what Mba Mtu, ooh ooh ooh to speak Indian English. And those who study Russian, listen to the Russian recorded by Wang Lao. It is said that Wang Lao studied in Russia, drank vodka, loved hunting, and had a Russian hound named “Alima”. In the northwest, Wang’s Russian is the best.

In the Spring Festival, the whole department celebrated with teachers and students, and in addition to the “Awa People Singing New Songs” and the Cultural Revolution dance, Wang Lao was invited to speak in Russian, with the Russian teacher interpreting.

When I was studying, I did not have much personal contact with Wang Lao, but once I bumped into him on campus, he beckoned me over and said, “In the early 1950s, when the Sino-Soviet Friendship Association met, I often saw your master, a bold man!” He urged me to study hard and try to stay in school. Later, I found out that he was very close to my late grandfather.

In the summer of 1975, shortly after the graduation internship, the distribution plan was announced, and my stay in the school was the most controversial. Some students from the “Workers, Peasants and Soldiers” reflected to the propaganda team that I was “extremely right-minded and wantonly attacked the ‘Cultural Revolution’ and the head of the Central Committee. ” A teacher said indignantly, “Cheng Xiaoqin is extremely reactionary, how can such a person stay in school?” But Wang Lao firmly protected me, and eventually I stayed in school to teach, and did not “society to society”.

The year of the dragon (1976), the sky is different, the “Gang of Four” was defeated, October 10, noon to the cafeteria to get Food, see everyone’s face overflowing smiles, eat cornmeal hair cake, drink Soup, but happy, no less than a feast. 19 morning, the whole school to convey the central documents. The venue is located in the south side of the school hospital basketball court, the party secretary sitting on the stage, holding the red-headed document, the words conveyed: “the wise leader Chairman Hua …… crushed the ‘Gang of Four’: Wang Hongwen, Zhang Chunqiao, Jiang Qing, Yao Wenyuan! Yao Wenyuan!” Wang Lao stood beside me, his right hand on his ear listening carefully, suddenly turned his head, a dazzled face asked, “Xiao Qin, how many Jiang Qing in the central government?” I said, “It’s that Jiang Qing, Chairman Mao’s wife!” Wang Lao shook his head, clutching a volume of newspaper in his hand and shaking it uncontrollably.

More than thirty years later, reading “Lin Mu’s Autobiography” (Uncle Lin Mu worked with his late father in the Shaanxi Provincial Committee for many years), I was amazed by one paragraph: “After the liberation of Xi’an, there was an endless stream of people who came to the Military Administration to reflect the situation, make suggestions, ask for jobs and find relatives. Both the government and the army at that time had a pro-people style. The secretariat of the Xi’an Military Administration Committee had a special reception room, which I headed. During that time, I met some strange people and things. One day, a man with a northeastern accent named Wang Dunying (Ying) came to the Military Administration to pick up relations. He said that he was a member of the Soviet Communist Party, a Soviet intelligence agent, and that he was at the Xi’an YMCA, using Russian language training courses as a cover to send information to the Soviet Embassy. I asked him with which level of the Chinese Communist Party he had contact. He said: No, he was directly under the leadership of Soviet Ambassador Roshen in China. At that time, I thought it was a strange story, and I did not believe that the Soviet Embassy in China was doing intelligence in China without going through the Chinese Communist Party’s organization. But Wang Dunying came repeatedly, and I had to report to the Secretary General. The Secretary General forwarded it to the Northwest Bureau of the CPC. The Northwest Bureau sent a telegram to Ambassador Roshen, who was still in Nanjing at the time, asking about it. Roshen called back and said: ‘Wang Dunying is a member of the Soviet Communist Party, a Soviet intelligence agent, and a good comrade, please deal with his Party membership and assign him a job according to the Chinese Party regulations.’ The Northwest Bureau decided: to accept Wang Dunying as a member of the Chinese Communist Party, and to assign him to prepare for the establishment of the Northwest Russian College as its vice-president. This was the predecessor of the Xi’an Institute of Foreign Languages. This event made me grow in knowledge.”

Since then, more and more information has been disclosed, which made me reacquaint with Wang Lao and admire him. In the early 1930s, Wang joined the Communist International, and in 1934, he was transferred to Moscow to receive training from the KGB and returned to the Northeast to collect information for the Soviet Red Army. In 1934, he was transferred to Moscow, trained by the KGB and returned to Northeast China to collect information for the Soviet Red Army. After the outbreak of the war, he was dispatched by the KGB to infiltrate the KMT Aviation Committee to engage in espionage, and in the early 1940s, he was stationed at the headquarters of the 34th Army Group of Hu Zongnan with the Soviet Advisory Group, and then directly led and funded by the military attaché of the Soviet Embassy in China, Mr. Roshen, to infiltrate the headquarters of Hu Zongnan’s first war zone, serving as a colonel’s adjutant and the head of the information team of the Pacification Office to provide strategic intelligence for the Soviet Union.

In the 1940s, the KMT (Xi’an) and the Communist Party (Yan’an) were facing off, and the spy environment was extremely complicated. Zhou Enlai secretly set up three intelligence groups in Xi’an, all with single-line connections: 1) The Xi’an Intelligence Division of the Central Intelligence Department was headed by Wang Chaobei. In the summer of 1943, Wang was informed that Hu Zongnan was preparing to attack the Guanzhong area of the Shaanxi-Ganjing border region. In the summer of 1943, Wang learned that Hu Zongnan was preparing a sneak attack on the town of Malan in the Guanzhong Division of the Shaanxi-Ganjiang-Ningxia Border Region.

Only then did I learn that Professor Wang Dunying of the Foreign Languages Department of Shaanxi Normal University, that modest and polite old man, was from the KGB and had escaped both the killings of the Kuomintang and the purges of the Communist Party. In 1949, at a time of close relations between China and the Soviet Union, and when he was very close to power, he decided to leave politics and end his career as a spy and join Education, thus escaping political movements and the calamities of Pan Hannian and Wang Chaobei.

The impression is that Wang’s wife, Li Ruzhen, who looks like a housewife, often quarreled with Wang over trivial matters. As the wife was a Muslim, there were more taboos, and when the couple was in conflict, she hung the pot on a tree to get rid of the odor. I wonder, the wife is proficient in English, introduced by Mr. Gao Chongmin, married with Wang Lao, responsible for the transmission of information, translation of the code. It is often said that people cannot look like each other, and seawater cannot be measured. I believe in this saying! Believe it!