Espionage: I Have Photo Editing Software

Ten days later.

The scabs on Wei Renming's wounds had begun to fall off, and the doctor allowed him to be discharged from the hospital.

This made him extremely happy.

For so many days, his movements have been limited to the ward and corridor, and he's almost going crazy from being cooped up.

Just as he was happily preparing to leave, Wang Xinheng and Chen Zhiqiang appeared outside the ward.

"It's good to be young, your body is recovering well!" Wang Xinheng said with a smile.

Wei Renming looked flattered and said, "Thank you for your concern, District Chief Wang. I'll be discharged from the hospital now so as not to cause you any more trouble."

"What did you call me?" Wang Xinheng's expression changed.

Wei Renming was taken aback. "District Chief Wang?"

Wang Xinheng snorted coldly, "The Special Service is a secret agency. You've identified most of our people, and you think you can just leave like that? You really think this place is your home!"

"But I didn't want to come. Didn't you guys capture me?" Wei Renming had a bad feeling.

"Let me tell you, assisting in the capture of Japanese spies is the duty of every Chinese person! Judging from your tone, you seem somewhat dissatisfied! Are you perhaps sympathizing with Japanese spies?" Wang Xinheng slapped a label on him.

"No, why would I sympathize with Japanese spies? I wish I could wipe them all out!" Wei Renming quickly stated his position.

"Alright! I knew I hadn't misjudged you." Wang Xinheng put on a smile, then changed the subject, "Since you're so willing, you can work for our Special Service Department from now on! I guarantee you'll get your fill of killing!"

"No, no, I can't!" Wei Renming quickly refused.

joke.

With photo editing software at his fingertips, he'll eventually become a top photographer in Shanghai, making money hand over fist and sleeping with girls until his back aches. Why would he bother being a hated spy?

Wang Xinheng looked at Wei Renming with amusement, but didn't say anything.

"District Chief, there are still many suspicious points surrounding Wei Renming. I suggest we conduct another trial," Chen Zhiqiang said.

Wei Renming gave a bitter smile. Now that he had said this, he knew exactly what the two of them were thinking.

"District Chief Wang, Team Leader Chen, as you know, I swore a solemn oath that I would never tell a lie for the rest of my life, or I would be struck down by heaven and earth. Do you really think that one can be a spy without lying?"

"Who said you were going to be a spy?" Wang Xinheng laughed.

"So what do you mean?" Wei Renming asked curiously.

"To become an informant," Wang Xinheng stated his plan.

"An informant?"

That's right.

Our Special Service is an intelligence agency, so gathering intelligence is naturally of paramount importance.

China is so vast, and our manpower is limited, so we inevitably fall short of our capabilities and can only gather intelligence through informants.

Chen Zhiqiang explained for a couple of minutes, then added:

"The informant and the intelligence agency have a cooperative relationship. We give you a monthly stipend in exchange for providing us with intelligence. If the intelligence is important, there will be additional compensation."

A cooperative relationship?

Are you trying to appease a three-year-old?

Wei Renming certainly knew about the informant.

They also knew that the informant was not as simple as Chen Zhiqiang had described.

An informant is essentially an external agent of the intelligence agency.

Many students, professors, employees and workers from all walks of life, and even peddlers were informants for the Secret Service.

These people do not participate in the operation; they are only responsible for gathering information.

The quality of the intelligence gathered also varied, and it was mostly related to the informant's social circle and industry.

It sounds pretty safe.

but!

After Shanghai fell, informants would become a death sentence.

Chen Zhiqiang held up five fingers, enticingly saying:

"I will give you five yuan in legal tender every month."

You don't need to deliberately inquire; just live your normal life.

All you have to do is record the valuable information and hand it over to us.

If it weren't for District Chief Wang's special approval, such a good thing wouldn't have fallen into your lap.

Don't be ungrateful!

Damn it!

Wei Renming cursed inwardly, but smiled obsequiously on the outside:

"Team Leader Chen, you're joking."

I'm just a photography studio apprentice, what useful information could I possibly gather?

District Chief Wang, I am deeply grateful for your kindness, but I cannot accept such a generous offer without having done anything in return. Taking this money would make me uneasy.

"Who said you were an apprentice at the photo studio?" Wang Xinheng said loudly.

"You know I was an apprentice at the American-Indian Photo Studio." Wei Renming was taken aback.

"It won't be like that for long!" Wang Xinheng smiled mysteriously.

Chen Zhiqiang handed over a piece of paper at the opportune moment and said:

"The director keeps his word; if he says he'll compensate you, he will!"

Wei Renming took the paper, glanced at it, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"The land deed for Zhaofu Photo Studio? Given to me?"

The photo studio is located on Ganxi Road, adjacent to the Bund.

This land deed is worth a fortune.

"Dream on!" Wang Xinheng laughed and cursed. "Zhang Mozhi's property will be confiscated according to law. The land deeds belong to the Special Service Department, but you can rent it to them for free. How about that? The director is giving you compensation, are you satisfied?"

Although Zhaofu Photo Studio is located in a slightly remote area, the monthly rent is at least fifty yuan, which is six hundred yuan a year.

The cameras, equipment, and supplies used in the photo studio are also quite valuable.

Wei Renming was surprised that Dai Li was so generous.

What he needs most right now is start-up capital.

If we agree, it will solve our immediate problem and allow us to redeem Wei Renyi as soon as possible...

He admitted that he was somewhat tempted.

"really?"

"Would I lie to you?" Wang Xinheng's expression was displeased. He paused, then added, "But there's a condition. Sixty percent of the photo studio's revenue must be handed over."

"Sixty percent? Or is it based on revenue?" Wei Renming shook his head. "After deducting labor and material costs, I'm basically working for free every month. I might as well work at another photo studio! I'm not doing this job."

Wang Xinheng said:

"50%! You'll make a profit!"

In a maximum of two years, you will be able to save enough money to open a branch!

Our Special Service will not take a single penny of the profits from the branch stores.

If you go to work, it will take you at least five years to save up, right?

We have tons of people in our secret service who know how to take photos!

"If it weren't for the director's order, you wouldn't have had this opportunity."

In fact, Dai Li's order did not include these additional conditions.

However, the Shanghai branch is a large and complex business, and money is needed everywhere.

Wang Xinheng naturally had to count the days on his fingers.

"Being able to take pictures doesn't mean you can be a photographer," Wei Renming retorted, adding, "Forty percent! Anything more than that, you'd better find someone else!"

Wang Xinheng did some mental calculations and nodded:

"I didn't realize you were such a money-grubber!"

Since that's the case, then let's go forty percent!

However, I'm warning you upfront: if you're caught falsifying accounts, don't blame me for being ruthless.

"I wouldn't even dare to lie, let alone falsify accounts?" Wei Renming retorted.

"I hope so!" Wang Xinheng said, and left the ward.

Chen Zhiqiang said with a smile:

"From now on, I'll be your contact. I'll take you to familiarize yourself with the mailbox later. Put regular information in there, and for urgent information, you can contact me directly."

Wei Renming sighed, knowing in his heart that there was no room for negotiation and he could only agree.

all will be good.

At worst, I can just escape to Chongqing next year.