Espionage: I Have Photo Editing Software

How many people know who I am?

Wei Renming watched a lot of spy dramas in his previous life.

Most of the undercover agents were exposed only after their comrades betrayed them or their superiors were arrested.

He certainly didn't want to be arrested for no reason one day.

He understood the reasoning, but unfortunately he was just an informant with a low level of secrecy regarding his identity and had no say in the matter.

"Director, District Chief Wang, myself, and an accountant," Chen Zhiqiang said.

Four people?

Not too much, it's acceptable.

"Accounting?"

"Yes, her name is Fu Wu, and she is District Chief Wang's cousin."

Wei Renming, with a serious expression, emphasized:

"This is limited to the four of you only, no more than that."

Chen Zhiqiang patted Wei Renming on the shoulder and said casually:

"We're the ones who get the kills, who dares to mess with us?"

"Besides, the informant's job isn't dangerous at all, so you can relax."

fart!

I don't believe your nonsense!

You'll have to burn paper money for me next year during Qingming Festival!

"Agree to my conditions! Otherwise, I'd rather be locked up in jail!" Wei Renming stared directly at Chen Zhiqiang, refusing to back down.

"You're quite cautious, kid!" Chen Zhiqiang muttered. "I promise you! I'll pass it on to District Chief Wang later!"

"Also, you can't leave my information on any paper documents!" Wei Renming said.

"You're just an informant, you don't even have a file, what information could you possibly leave behind?" Chen Zhiqiang said.

"You're issuing subsidies to informants, and the accountant doesn't need to review the list you submit?" Wei Renming wasn't so easily fooled.

Chen Zhiqiang was speechless for a moment, not expecting Wei Renming to be so difficult to deal with. He took a step back, carefully sized up the latter, and smiled:

"You're a real talent for being a spy. How about I make you a full-fledged member and officially recruit you into our intelligence department?"

"Thank you! But I don't have that ability." Wei Renming pursed his lips.

Chen Zhiqiang thought for a moment and said, "Then you can come up with a code name. I'll use that code name for all documents that require registration information, okay?"

Wei Renming didn't want to leave any written evidence, but that was obviously impossible, so he could only nod in agreement.

"Qi Yu".

"What?"

"Code name Qi Yu".

"How strange! A code name even has a name and surname!"

Wei Renming didn't bother to respond.

Chen Zhiqiang put his arm around Wei Renming's shoulder and said with a smile, "There's something I'd like to discuss with you."

"What is it?"

Wei Renming could tell from his expression that he was up to no good.

"I certainly put in a lot of good words with District Chief Wang to get you the operating rights to Zhaofu Photo Studio. If you're eating meat, shouldn't I at least get a sip of soup?"

Chen Zhiqiang was notorious in the Special Service for his greed.

He would pull a mosquito down by its leg whenever it flew by.

It would be strange if he didn't have ulterior motives towards such a lucrative business as Zhaofu Photo Studio.

"If you do what you promised me, I'll give you half of the net profit!"

Wei Renming loved money but was not stingy.

Even if you have money, you have to be alive to spend it.

"One and a half percent!" Chen Zhiqiang bargained.

"Half a percent is quite a lot, at least several dozen yuan a month," Wei Renming said.

"You can get so much with just half a result?" Chen Zhiqiang's eyes lit up.

"That depends on who's running it. If it were someone else, you'd be lucky to get a few dollars at most," Wei Renming said confidently.

"Really?" Chen Zhiqiang was a little skeptical. He had never heard of photo studios making so much money.

"Either I'll give you twenty dollars a month, how about that?" Wei Renming said.

"Hey, would I take advantage of you? It's settled then, half a percent." Chen Zhiqiang decided to wait and see for two months.

With their interests intertwined, their relationship immediately grew closer.

Wei Renming inquired:

"How's the trial of Zhang Mozhi going?"

"This bastard is tough as nails. He used every trick in the book before he finally admitted to writing a secret letter on the photograph."

He's been completely exploited; once he's taken back to Nanjing, he'll likely be executed by firing squad soon.

Chen Zhiqiang had a warm smile on his face.

He was originally prepared to run away.

Who knew things would take such a dramatic turn?

They not only dismantled a Japanese spy group.

They also seized a radio and a codebook.

Out of consideration for his contributions, Dai Li did not pursue his responsibility further.

Thinking of this, Chen Zhiqiang said:

"You're quite the fortune teller, aren't you? Got some free time? Want to tell my fortune again?"

"No, I want to live a few more years," Wei Renming refused outright. "Others rely on deception and fraud for fortune telling, but I commit wicked deeds. How could my fortune telling be inaccurate?"

Chen Zhiqiang persisted, "I'll pay for it, okay?"

"I don't want money earned by risking my life!" Wei Renming quickly changed the subject. "Lin Yi ran away. Won't she go back to the photo studio to get revenge on me?"

Chen Zhiqiang comforted him:

"Don't worry, she escaped, but she was shot."

They can't get out of bed for at least ten days to half a month.

Our intelligence service isn't just sitting around doing nothing.

Unless she's out of her mind, she won't dare show her face again anytime soon.

Besides, she doesn't know you discovered the secret letter, so why would she retaliate against you?

"That's good." Wei Renming didn't want his mission to fail before it even began. "Should we release the people from the American-Indian Photo Studio? They're innocent!"

"Release all the poor bastards except the boss," Chen Zhiqiang said.

"Oh? Boss Liu is a nice guy. If it weren't for him giving me a bite to eat, I would have starved to death long ago. You can't do anything to him, okay?" Wei Renming quickly said.

"Who told him to refuse to pay for his life? He kept complaining about being poor, like a miser," Chen Zhiqiang cursed.

"Is it possible that all his money was taken when you searched the photo studio?" Wei Renming speculated.

"Cough cough..."

Chen Zhiqiang looked embarrassed; he had indeed received a share of the money from Zhao Lijun.

"Why don't you buy his freedom?"

"I'm broke, and I was even planning to borrow some money from you for an emergency," Wei Renming said, spreading his hands.

"Okay. I'll lend you an extra 310 yuan." Chen Zhiqiang took out a 10-yuan note from his pocket and stuffed it into Wei Renming's hand.

"What about the three hundred?" Wei Renming asked, completely bewildered.

"Consider it Boss Liu's ransom. You can owe it to him for now, and pay it back within six months," Chen Zhiqiang said with a smile.

"A hundred at most! If you don't agree, then keep him locked up!"

Boss Liu needs to be saved.

If it weren't for his help, the original owner would have been dead long ago.

By doing this, he was repaying the original owner of the body's kindness.

"A hundred is fine, it's better than having nothing to show for it!"

"make a deal!"

After agreeing on their plans, the two left the clinic and departed from the Songhu Garrison Command.

Afterwards, Chen Zhiqiang rode his bicycle with Wei Renming as a passenger to the Bund on Huangpu Road.

Chen Zhiqiang pointed to a mailbox near the Bronze Man Wharf and said, "There's a crack between the mailbox and its stone base. If you have any information, you can write it down on a piece of paper, wrap it in oiled paper, and put it in. I'll come to collect it regularly."

"It's only two streets away from Zhaofu Photo Studio, quite close." Wei Renming was quite satisfied.

The two continued cycling north until they reached Waibaidu Bridge.

Chen Zhiqiang stopped and pretended to admire the scenery. "See the grooves between the steel frames? If you come across a mailbox under repair, put the intelligence in the groove."

"Understood." Wei Renming nodded.

"If there is an emergency, dial 21345 and say you are looking for Mr. Wang, and I will come to you," Chen Zhiqiang added.

"That's really rough work!"

Wei Renming mentally complained.

But that's understandable.

Although Shanghai had concessions, it had not yet fallen to the Japanese.

With the support of the police and the investigation team, the Secret Service naturally lacked a strong sense of crisis.