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

Chapter 120 Become bigger and stronger and create greater glory

Chen Yang was slightly taken aback. Lin Xueli was unaware that he was the deputy director of the Jinling Special Service Committee. However, it was surprising that a transportation section chief could so easily bring out a prisoner held in the Special Service Department's jail.

This matter clearly exceeded his authority.

What kind of place is that? It's a secret service department, not a transportation department. What right do you, a transportation section chief, have to do this?

Even when Chen Yang came to visit Lin Xueli, he used his good relationship with the Japanese as a cover-up.

But Lin Xueli is not the same kind of stubborn and impulsive person as Lin Xueyi; he is not so easily fooled.

In addition, Chen Yang killed Liu Chang, the captain of the action team, in the office, which is something that not an ordinary person could do.

Chen Yang didn't answer directly, but smiled faintly and said, "What do you think, brother?"

Lin Xueli glanced at Chen Yang and slowly said, "You're too complicated; I can't figure you out."

"Likewise, likewise," Chen Yang said with a smile. "You're the same, brother."

Lin Xueli's eyes remained calm, but his palms unconsciously became sweaty. He stood up and said, "I'm too lazy to talk to you. Don't forget to take care of my business this afternoon."

“I’ve staked half my fortune on this shipment. If anything goes wrong, your sister-in-law, your niece, and I will be sleeping on the streets.”

"By the way, if you really have a way, then take care of those spies from Nanjing."

"I heard about it while I was in jail. This group is ruthless and has caused many families to be ruined and killed."

"gone."

"Brother, let me see you off." Chen Yang quickly stood up.
"No, I wouldn't dare let you take me. Ah Ren can take me. You hurry up and get things done," Lin Xueli instructed before turning and leaving the office.

Chen Yang's lips curled up slightly; this older brother was indeed a bit problematic.

In fact, ever since he returned to serve as a special assistant to the Osaka Chamber of Commerce and handled inventory, he had felt that there was something wrong with the older brother's performance.

Cautious, too cautious.

It's normal for a businessman to be cautious, but he pulled Chen Yang to the window and said that there are ears in the house, and they should discuss things in private.

This reaction aroused Chen Yang's suspicion at the time. Initially, Chen Yang suspected that it was because of Lin Zonghan that the Japanese might have planted needles in his house.

But his later behavior didn't seem to reflect that.

Moreover, it's quite normal for an eldest son to break ties with his family over money and move out with his wife and children.

But it's unusual that he didn't take much money with him when he left home.

If it were truly for money, then they should have made a huge scene and at least forced Lin Zonghan to part with half of his fortune before stopping.

Lin Xueli only made a scene but didn't take any money, which gave people the feeling that he was making a scene for the sake of making a scene.

Therefore, his purpose was not for money, but to deliberately find a reason to sever ties with his family.

What's giving Chen Yang a headache right now is deciding who controls this older brother's power base.

Which faction is he serving?

Red, blue, Military Intelligence Bureau, Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, or the Red Party?
"Never mind," Chen Yang shook his head. It was his older brother's choice to do whatever he wanted, as long as nothing bad happened.

Standing up, Chen Yang walked to the window and looked at the scenery outside. He murmured, "That's about enough. It's time to move on."

Shanghai, 625 Daxi Road, Jinling Special Service Committee Shanghai Office.

"When did Commander Chen arrive?" Zuo Mingquan swayed his chubby body and hurried toward the office.

As they walked, he asked Zhang Zixian, who was standing beside him, what Chen Yang had come to tell him about.
Zhang Zixian, however, knew nothing about it, only saying that after Chen Yang entered the Special Service Department, he retrieved the latest operation report for review.

As subordinates, they had no right to question their superiors' decisions, so they could only try to bring Zuo Mingquan back as soon as possible.

Upon hearing this, Zuo Mingquan quickened his pace and went up to the office on the second floor.

Standing at the office door, Zuo Mingquan seemed to remember something and quickly stopped. He first buttoned up his clothes and straightened his attire. Then he took a deep breath, put on a smile, and knocked on the office door.

"Dong dong dong."

"Come in." A somber voice rang out from inside.

Zuo Mingquan turned the doorknob and went inside with a fawning smile.

"Commander Chen, what brings you here?"

Chen Yang held an action report in his hand, covering his face. There was also a thick stack of action reports on his desk.

Zuo Mingquan muttered to himself, wondering what had gotten into his superior that he suddenly had to retrieve the operation report.

"Heh, Director Zuo, you really are a busybody." Chen Yang put down the report and sneered, "The Shanghai Special Service Bureau has only been established for a little over a month."

"Director Zuo has presided over more than fifty arrest operations targeting members of the Red Party and agents of the Military Intelligence Bureau, averaging 1.3 times a day."

"A total of 173 suspects were apprehended."

More than sixty criminals were executed in total.

"Judging from this, Director Zuo should have arrested most of the Communist Party members in Shanghai."

"I've done the math. Among the criminals you killed were dockworkers, tailors, repairmen, and newspaper reporters from Shanghai."

"And there's a fucking fourteen-year-old newsboy."

"You fucking tell me a fourteen-year-old newsboy is a Communist?" "What the hell do you want? What the hell do you want?"

Enraged, Chen Yang slammed the report in his hand onto Zuo Mingquan, shouting, "You're treating human life like dirt! Are you going to personally destroy the Jinling Special Service Committee established by Senior Yingzuo?"

Zuo Mingquan didn't dare to dodge the question and hurriedly explained, "No, no, no, Commander Chen, please listen to me, it was him, he admitted it himself."

However, the sound grew fainter and fainter.

"I don't want to hear any more of your nonsense right now." Chen Yang took a breath and said slowly, "You've done so many bad things, now I'm giving you a chance to be a good person."

"Send someone to keep an eye on Sanxin Company."

"Sanxin Company?" Zuo Mingquan hesitated. "Commander Chen, you mean..."

"What are you thinking about?" Chen Yang frowned. "What do you want to say?"

"No, it's nothing. I will do as the officer in charge. I will go and make the arrangements right away."

Shanghai, French Concession, Weixiang Lane, a major road.

The building in front of us, called Chief Mansion, is the location of Sanxin Company.

That is, the present-day No. 82 Xinle Road, Shanghai.

In 1909, after the Xuantong Emperor ascended the throne, the Qing government signed anti-opium regulations with the major consulates in Shanghai, strictly prohibiting the sale of opium within China.

The French also signed the same contract, but they were reluctant to give up the huge profits that opium brought them.

Therefore, the French Concession leadership and the military devised a plan to feign an attack while secretly advancing another.

The French provided opium, which was then distributed by the Chinese themselves, who received a fee of one hundred taels of silver per chest.

In 1923, the twelfth year of the Republic of China, Sanxin Company was established.

Two years later, after Sanxin Company defeated Shen Xingshan, the largest opium dealer in Shanghai and a representative of the "eight-legged essay" faction, the company basically monopolized all the opium business in Shanghai.

Of course, in order to cover their tracks and avoid public outrage, the company did not officially engage in the opium business; it only collected insurance fees, and all the opium was distributed by its subordinate Green Gang distributors.

This kind of deceptive practice is just fooling some outsiders.

In 1927, the government promulgated the Social Registration Act, and Mr. Du, the head of Sanxin Company, took this opportunity to begin to whitewash his image.

He wore long gowns, drank red wine, opened the Central Bank, made friends with high-society figures, and maintained good relations with the KMT government.

Even during the April 12 Incident, Mr. Du did not hesitate to become a tool of the KMT government, participating in the roundup of the Red Party members active in Shanghai.

After the Japanese launched their invasion of China, Mr. Du abandoned most of his assets in Shanghai and moved to Hong Kong. Zhang Xiaolin then took charge of Sanxin Company.

Chen Yang instructed Zuo Mingquan to send people to keep an eye on Sanxin Company, which was an open and blatant preparation to take down Zhang Xiaolin.

Zuo Mingquan still had some doubts. Zhang Xiaolin had suffered a great loss before, but he also understood that he was not at an advantage when dealing with these officials.

Therefore, during this period, Zhang Xiaolin tried every means to get involved with Jinling.

After spending a fortune, he finally got his reward; the new government in Nanjing had decided to appoint him as the Grand Secretary of Zhejiang Province.

Of course, this position doesn't have as much power as one might imagine.

All military power and the power to collect taxes remained in Qi Xieyuan's hands.

After all, Qi Xieyuan was the commissioner of the Zhejiang Provincial Pacification Commissioner's Office.

However, with this status, he was now considered an official, and Zuo Mingquan would have to think twice about the consequences if he tried to harm him at this point.

Chen Yang also realized that Zhang Xiaolin's decision to abandon business for politics must have been guided by a master.

However, Zhang Xiaolin is used to being domineering, and if you want to work in politics, you can't have any connections with the gray industry.

Zhang Xiaolin came from a江湖 (jianghu) background, which made him completely incapable of this, resulting in the fact that although he bought his way into office, few officials were truly willing to associate with him.

This person has too many flaws, and you could easily get implicated by him if you're not careful. Only those who don't care much about their future and just want to make a quick buck and leave will get close to him.

Chen Yang's business layout in Shanghai has been basically completed.

He had complete control over the docks and transportation in Shanghai. To ensure the smooth operation of the goods trade, he had to take the next step.

In other words, he gradually grasped the trends in the Shanghai stock market, and Zhang Xiaolin became an eyesore in his eyes, someone he had to get rid of first.

Shanghai, Green Road, Zhang Mansion.

The black car slowly drove into the Zhang Mansion and parked in front of the villa.

The butler stepped forward, opened the back door, and Zhang Xiaolin got out of the car, reeking of alcohol.

The butler quickly called for servants to come and help him up.

With everyone's help, Zhang Xiaolin was helped into the living room. Zhang Xiaolin seemed to be in a very good mood today, laughing lewdly while touching the new maid inappropriately.

The young maid didn't dare to fight back, her eyes filled with tears. The steward brewed a cup of tea and stepped forward, saying, "Master, please have a cup of tea first."

Zhang Xiaolin impatiently pushed the door open, but then he heard footsteps approaching, and Song Zushan, one of his eight henchmen, hurriedly walked in.

"Boss, something's not right. It seems like there are a lot of people watching our place from outside."

(End of this chapter)