Spy game? Stop guessing, I really am an undercover agent!

Chapter 111 Ghost Soldiers Borrowing Grain
"Damn it." Seeing that the negotiations were not going to work, Zhao Peng roared and leaped up, knocking open the awning next to him, and landed on the ground.

It must be said that the potential that a person unleashes when they are about to die is enormous.

Zhao Peng was just a weak scholar, completely incapable of even killing a chicken, yet the power he unleashed at this moment was astonishing.

However, this level of reaction was utterly insignificant in the face of the old man from the dog-beating team.

He raised his right hand, wielding the machete, and with a gentle pull, a coil of supple yet deadly steel wire appeared at his fingertips.

Immediately afterwards, Chai Dao strode forward and appeared behind Zhao Peng, his arm drawing a short arc.

The steel ribbon, with a deadly whistling sound, precisely slipped around Zhao Peng's throat...

"Uh, heh heh." A short, suffocating groan escaped from deep in Zhao Peng's throat, like a frog whose neck had been broken.

Zhao Peng's hands instinctively and frantically clawed at his neck, his nails scraping against the wire and his own flesh with a teeth-grinding hissing sound.

With a sudden burst of force, the steel wire taut and dug deep into Zhao Peng's neck, leaving a horrifying bloody gash.

Zhao Peng's eyeballs bulged horribly from suffocation and excruciating pain, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Hey." Chai Dao exhaled and made a sound, his arm muscles bulging, and he used all his strength to suddenly cross and twist them together.

"Crack," that was the sound of bones, cartilage, and trachea shattering under immense pressure.

As the sound rang out, Zhao Peng's body went limp and fell to the ground, instantly losing all breath.

The woodcutter exhaled a breath of stale air, then rummaged through the man's body with both hands, robbing him of all his valuables and making it appear as if he had been robbed and murdered.

Having determined that no clues had been left behind, the man with the machete used both arms to push Zhao Peng's body into the Suzhou River.

The night was as dark as ink. Chai Dao clapped his hands, pulled his felt hat down, pulled up the rickshaw that read "Wang's Rickshaw Shop," and turned to disappear into the dark alleys of the warehouse district behind him.

*************
Shanghai, MixC Residence.

A black Buick sedan came to a smooth stop at the entrance. Chen Yang got out of the car, opened the trunk, and took out the gift he had prepared beforehand.

Looking up at the signboard of Wanxiangju under the eaves, Chen Yang slowly walked in carrying the gifts.

"Guest, how can I help you?" Although the young boss Li Dabao wasn't particularly talented, he had developed a keen eye for people after years of exposure to the world.

It's important to understand that making a living from antiques isn't something just anyone can do.

First, you need to have a good eye. In this industry, there are genuine and fake products. If you don't have a good eye, you'll lose so much money that even your own mother won't recognize you.

Chen Yang, dressed smartly and exuding an air of refinement, looked every bit the noble young master.

Unfortunately, Li Lang had sold off most of the valuable items at Wanxiangju; otherwise, he could have made a fortune today.

"I'd like to see Mr. Li," Chen Yang replied politely.

"You're looking for my dad?" Li Dabao looked Chen Yang up and down. People in their line of work all have good memories. If someone can't even remember the origin of an antique, what's the point of doing this?

"Is this your first time here, guest? I don't think I've seen you before."

Li Dabao smiled and said, "My father hasn't personally received guests in a long time. What brings you here?"

Chen Yang said slowly, "I don't come here without a reason. I have something important to discuss with Boss Li."

Li Dabao nodded slightly and said, "Please wait a moment, guest. I'll go and call him."

After saying that, Li Dabao gave an instruction to the shop assistant behind the counter and then hurriedly went to the back room to call someone.

A moment later, a middle-aged man wearing a thin shirt and gray training pants came out.

The middle-aged man walked along, fiddling with the string of beads in his hand.

Despite the sweltering heat of midsummer, the man was completely drenched in sweat, his complexion ruddy, and his imposing presence exuding the air of a reclusive sage. Li Lang sized Chen Yang up and down, a sudden thought striking him as if he remembered something: "Mr. Chen, I didn't expect you to come in person."

Chen Yang was somewhat surprised. He had never met Li Lang before, yet the other party could recognize him at a glance.

These people who travel the world have a truly keen eye.

"Mr. Li, it's a bit presumptuous of me to come here without prior notice."

Chen Yang handed over the gift in his hand: "It's just a small token of my appreciation."

Li Lang clasped his hands in greeting and said, "Mr. Chen, you're too kind. I can't invite a guest like you even if I wanted to. It's truly an honor for my humble shop to have you come and sit down."

"Da Bao, bring out that box of Biluochun tea from the counter. Mr. Chen, please come inside for a chat."

"Mr. Li, please..."

The two politely declined each other's offer and walked together into the back hall of Wanxiangju.

Upon entering the inner room, Li Dabao served the two the brewed Biluochun tea and then tactfully withdrew, hanging up the curtain as he did so.

Li Lang took a sip of tea and said, "Boss Chen is a benefactor to my second brother. I have always wanted to visit his residence to thank him in person for his help. However, after thinking it over, I have decided to give up on that idea."

"I'm just afraid that we might be impolite in any way, which would put Mr. Chen in a difficult position."

"By the way, who are you looking for today?"

Chen Yang put down his teacup and said, "Mr. Li, we haven't been working together for long, but from these collaborations, I think you are very disciplined."

"So, I want you to do something for me. I want to launder some money. Do you know if there's any way to do that?"

Li Lang asked softly, "How much?"

Chen Yang held up four fingers: "Is there any way to get this number?"

Li Lang frowned: "Four hundred thousand silver dollars, that's a lot of money. But it's not impossible, it's just that the expenses will be a bit high."

Chen Yang was not surprised at all that Li Lang could guess the exact number so easily, because four thousand or even forty thousand silver dollars would not be worth the trip Chen Yang had made.

Only a figure of 400,000 silver dollars would be worthy of his status.

"Please give me your guidance, Mr. Li."

Li Lang took a sip of tea and said, "Simple, find a chamber of commerce to hold a charity gala under the guise of disaster relief."

“A batch of porcelain items will be auctioned off at the gala, and then an insurance company will be found to insure them.”

"Then find someone to take the goods away, the store will step in to compensate, and you will pay them back. The money goes through one middleman and is laundered. Doing it this way will probably only take three to five percent."

Chen Yang was taken aback upon hearing this; this tactic seemed so familiar.

Ghost soldiers borrowing grain? Bah, they'd be borrowing treasures!
This is just the same old trick as the previous "fire dragon burning the warehouse" incident...
Seeing Chen Yang's hesitant look, Li Lang thought he had some concerns, so he smiled and said, "If you think it's unreliable to find a江湖人 (jianghu person) to help you, just grab a couple of drunk old men on the street and bump into them."

"Anyway, as long as the thing is broken, that's fine."

Chen Yang nodded and said, "That's a good idea, but I don't know if it will cause any trouble?"

Li Lang understood Chen Yang's meaning: "Mr. Chen, antiques are inherently priceless and have no market."

"A piece of Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain can cost three thousand silver dollars or thirty thousand silver dollars; it's all about personal preference."

"As long as everyone sees the price at which the item was auctioned, and there are people on site to vouch for it."

"Even if there's a problem with the product, it's not your problem."

(End of this chapter)