Crossing the spy war, my code name is God of Wealth

Chapter 226: No, I'll die, sir

Sir Lehman was slightly stunned, then laughed and said, "Mr. Chen is very insightful. That's right, what we are talking about is interests, and it has nothing to do with personal preferences."

"It seems that we can cooperate happily."

"Of course." Chen Yang changed the subject and said, "Sir Lehman, I heard from Mr. Steve that you like Chinese culture very much, especially Chinese calligraphy."

"Steve is such a jerk. He tells everyone everything." Sir Lehman said a little embarrassedly, "I studied art when I was in school."

“I used to be very proud of Western art, until I met a friend from the East when I was an adult.”

"He let me know that in the mysterious East there are some calligraphy and paintings that can be called miracles."

"Later, I served as deputy director of the British Museum, and came into contact with many Chinese calligraphy and paintings."

“Compared to those landscape paintings, I am more interested in Chinese characters.”

"So, I spent a full twenty years studying Chinese culture. Up to now, I can't say that I have mastered it completely, but I can only say that I have some experience."

"I see," Chen Yang couldn't help but be moved. A British aristocrat was willing to spend twenty years studying Chinese calligraphy. This should be considered true love.

"Sir Lehman, you must be tired today. I will invite you to dinner another day and bring you some good things to appreciate."

"Good stuff? Is it a copybook?" Sir Lehman was no longer tired when he heard that it was a copybook.

"Sir Lehman, don't be so excited. I have everything. But it's too late today."

"How about this, can you take a look at it this weekend?"

"I will invite you to my home when the time comes."

Sir Lehman nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, okay, as long as there is calligraphy to appreciate, we can go anywhere."

December 19, 1938.

clear.

Shanghai, French Concession, Huafu Restaurant, Huatai Road.

Chen Yang raised his wrist and looked at the time. It was neither early nor late, exactly six o'clock.

Tightening his clothes, Chen Yang slowly walked into Huafu Restaurant.

Huafu Restaurant is an old-fashioned restaurant whose main dishes are Shanghai local cuisine.

As you step in, a breath of nostalgia hits you.

The wooden stairs made a constant creaking sound when guests walked on them.

The restaurant's hall is furnished with antique tables and chairs, and the tables are covered with red tablecloths, making it look particularly festive.

The aroma coming from the kitchen makes people salivate. The chefs are busy cooking all kinds of delicious dishes, and the sound of spatulas colliding is endless.

"Boss, give me half a lion's head without salt."

The restaurant owner looked up at Chen Yang and said, "What flavor would you like?"

Chen Yang said: "Spicy."

The code was correct, and the restaurant owner waved to the distance, signaling the waiter to come over.

"Take this guest to the top floor box, Fourth Brother's guest."

"Okay, sir, please follow me." The waiter shook the towel on his body and led Chen Yang upstairs.

Arriving in front of a private room on the top floor, Chen Yang calmed himself and knocked on the door gently.

"Come in." A familiar voice came from inside.

Chen Yang pushed open the door and saw a middle-aged man sitting upright in the middle of the box, looking at the door seriously.

"Hello, sir." Chen Yang closed the door of the box and saluted, "Certified student Chen Yang from the fifth squad of the third training brigade of the Fuxing Society, salute."

"Chen Yang, do you still remember the code of conduct for agents that I taught you?"

"Remember, keep a low profile, stay calm in times of danger, act cautiously, and be flexible."

"Good, so, do you think you did it?"

"Report to the instructor, I think I did it."

"Really? Judging from the information Qiu Chan sent back to the headquarters, you are bold and reckless, and you disregard the law."

"You're reselling supplies, disrupting the market, and blatantly cooperating with the Japanese. Is what you're doing something a mature agent should do?"

"Report to the instructor, you have taught us that the first rule of an agent is loyalty, loyalty to the country and loyalty to the people."

"Besides, the agent code is not an iron rule. All agents have different ways and methods of carrying out their missions."

"As a secret agent, you need to avoid arousing suspicion, not act stealthily or wear makeup when you go out."

"In this city, no one knows you, but your strange clothes will attract other people's attention."

"My current position is the head of the Imperial Vertical Characters Section, deputy director of the Jinling New Government's Special Affairs Committee, and economic advisor to the New Government's Finance Department."

“I have to do what is consistent with who I am right now.”

"A mature agent is like a perfect actor. Once on stage, he must accurately identify his identity and role."

"This is a performance where there can be no mistakes. If there is one mistake, I will die..."

Chen Yang's words made Chen Gongshu silent instantly. That's right, an agent is a perfect actor. He must find his position.

If Chen Yang's identity were placed in modern society.

Imagine that you live in Shanghai, have a beautiful, wealthy fiancée who is a war correspondent, and her brother is a super-rich young man like Wang Sicong.

You once had an uncle who was a gangster boss in a certain area of ​​Shanghai. He had thousands of younger brothers who were now following you, and you could earn tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of RMB a day from your own business.

With these identities, even if you contact the Military Control Commission openly, people will only think that you are doing some kind of deal with them.

After all, in Shanghai, Du Yuesheng, Ji Yunqing, Huang Jinrong, which one of them had not cooperated with the Military Control Commission...

Now you find out that you have an aunt who is a state-level official, and you yourself are a senior official at the ministerial level.

Even so, you still need to be so cautious? Do you look around when doing things? Isn't this even more suspicious?

To be frank, even if the person sitting opposite Chen Yang now is Boss Dai, their gathering was photographed by someone and published in the newspaper.

Even so, people would not suspect that Chen Yang had a problem, but would rather suspect Boss Dai...

The reason is very simple, location.

The positions and personalities of the two people are completely different...

Would a ministerial-level cadre with a powerful background try to curry favor with an official from the Military Control Commission?

What's more, Chen Yang has an unknown system on him. He can tell at a glance whether anyone is paying attention to him or following him within a kilometer.

With so many layers of protection, why would he be afraid of being exposed, unless he deliberately exposed himself.

After a long silence, Chen Gongshu sighed and said, "Chen Yang, you are indeed Brother Baichuan's most outstanding student."

"You are becoming more and more like a traitor now."

Chen Yang smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, it doesn't look like it, he will die..."

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