Espionage: I Have Photo Editing Software

"Wang Guangyi doesn't seem to have received any special agent training. He didn't make any counter-surveillance moves along the way. But that young man, he looks suspicious," Wei Renming analyzed.

"Yes." Liu Zhi nodded and smiled, "Looks like we've caught a big fish this time. Team Leader Chen said you're a lucky charm, and he's right."

Wei Renming modestly said:

"What information did he buy from the bar?"

"It's hard to say. But with the intelligence in hand, he'll eventually hand it over. As long as we keep an eye on him, we can find out the truth," Liu Zhi said.

"There's something I don't understand. Since he's engaged in intelligence work, why does he also publish a newspaper and advocate for Sino-Japanese friendship? Isn't such a high-profile approach just asking for attention?" Wei Renming asked.

"Can't figure it out, can you?" Liu Zhi said with a smile.

"Yes, his behavior seems very contradictory." Wei Renming handed Liu Zhi a cigarette and lit it for him. "Please enlighten me, Brother Liu."

Liu Zhi exhaled a puff of smoke and laughed:

Don't overcomplicate things. The reason is actually quite simple.

"Oh?"

"Why do you think Wang Guangyi would work for the Japanese?"

"For money?"

"That's right. He's a dog for the Japanese, isn't it all for those few bones? Buying intelligence and selling it to the Japanese, firstly, it proves his worth, and secondly, it allows him to swindle more funding. Why not? Of course, this is just my guess."

"Greed blinds the mind. He might have the life to take that money, but he won't have the life to spend it."

As the two were talking, the lights in the room on the third floor of the apartment went out.

Seeing this, Liu Zhi said, "You go back and rest first, I'll continue to keep watch. Come back at five o'clock tomorrow morning to relieve me."

"I'll do it. I'm younger, I can handle it," Wei Renming said.

Liu Zhi thought for a moment and said:

"Alright. He's most likely not going out tonight. Staying and keeping an eye on him is just for peace of mind. Don't think I'm being long-winded, but let me remind you one more time: if he really does go out, follow him if you can, but don't alert him, and definitely don't be reckless. Remember, your career belongs to the Party and the country, but your life is your own."

"Am I the kind of hothead?" Wei Renming knew that Liu Zhi was really concerned about him.

Liu Zhi joked, "Not even twenty years old yet, isn't he just a greenhorn?"

"Go back to sleep without worry!" Wei Renming urged.

Liu Zhi left for a moment, then returned to his hotel room with a few pancakes, saying, "I need to eat well so I can get things done."

Thanks.

Around 3 a.m., Wei Renming was so sleepy that his eyelids were drooping.

He stood behind the curtains and lit a cigarette to stay awake.

As I was breathing, I caught a glimpse of a figure fully wrapped up walking out of the apartment building.

He was instantly wide awake.

"Wang Guangyi? He's going out in the middle of the night, is he going to exchange intelligence?"

Wei Renming hurriedly left the hotel.

Although he wasn't very skilled at tracking, tracking an ordinary person was no problem for him.

Half an hour later, Wang Guangyi arrived at a Japanese-style pub on Tongzhou Road.

The tavern was still open, its lights on.

After whispering a few words to the waiter, Wang Guangyi was led into a private room.

A short while later, Zhang Molinyi pushed open the door and walked in, staring at Wang Guangyi with unfriendly eyes. "I've said before, you're not allowed to come here unless it's an emergency. So what brings you here this time?"

"I have important information to report," Wang Guangyi said with a fawning smile, placing the envelope on the table.

"Intelligence?" Zhang Molin didn't touch the envelope.

"The information I obtained through connections concerns the mastermind behind the Japanese yarn factory strike," Wang Guangyi said mysteriously.

"Idiot! Who told you to go and gather intelligence?" Zhang Molinyi roared in fury.

Wang Guangyi was somewhat taken aback.

He anticipated that after presenting this intelligence, Zhang Molin would praise him highly, and then he would take the opportunity to ask for more funding.

"I want to do my part for the empire."

Zhang Molin ignored him, picked up the envelope, opened it, and after reading the contents, casually tossed it aside. "The information is fake."

"Huh? How is that possible?" Wang Guangyi's expression turned ugly.

"Why not? If those underground party members were so easy to catch, would it have been your turn?" Zhang Molin's eyes flashed with disgust. "Tell me! Where did you get the intelligence?"

"It was bought from a worker."

"Answer again!"

"Yes, I bought it from the information broker at Moonlight Bar." Wang Guangyi was sweating profusely.

"Did you buy it yourself?" Zhang Molin's eyes turned cold.

"No, no, I don't know anything about this, so I asked an information broker to buy it for me."

"asshole!"

Zhang Molinyi raised her hand and slapped Wang Guangyi.

"I don't care what your superiors did before. Now I'm in charge! I've put you in charge of the newspaper, so do it properly. If you dare to do anything without my permission again, I'll kill you!"

"Yes, I understand." Wang Guangyi felt a burning pain on his cheek, but dared not rub it.

"What's that intelligence broker's name? Where does he operate?"

"I've only met him twice, so I don't know much about him," Wang Guangyi said, his head down.

"Hehe... If all Chinese people were as stupid as you, that would be great." Zhang Molinyi let out a chilling laugh.

Wang Guangyi swallowed hard. "I promise there won't be a next time."

"As long as you keep the newspaper running honestly and don't give anything away, even if the Secret Service knows you're working for us, they can't do anything to you."

But if you try to be clever again and get on the radar of the Secret Service, I'll kill you without them even having to lift a finger.

"Yes, yes."

"Get out!"

Wang Guangyi tucked his tail between his legs and ran out of the tavern.

"She's a complete lunatic."

He rubbed his face, feeling a pang of heartache.

This intelligence cost him a full hundred dollars.

"A Japanese-style pub, huh? Looks like Wang Guangyi is a traitor."

Wei Renming wanted to go into the tavern to find out more.

But this is an area actually controlled by the Japanese.

He dared not risk his life.

But that doesn't mean he can only watch helplessly.

After taking a few photos of the tavern, he set off and ran as fast as he could, arriving at the second-floor corridor of the apartment before Wang Guangyi returned. He then took out his Leica IIIa camera, which had only been released last year, and waited patiently.

Before long, as dawn broke, Wang Guangyi came into his sight.

Wei Renming crouched down and waited until the former walked to the bottom of the apartment building. Then, he quietly stood up, aimed his camera at the man, and took the picture when the man was not paying attention.

This camera has a shutter speed of only 1/1000 of a second.

The shutter sound was almost imperceptible.

There was no flash.

Or rather, during this period, almost none of the small cameras on the market were equipped with a sync flash.

Wang Guangyi was caught in the film roll by Wei Renming without his knowledge.

"You need evidence to arrest someone? Aren't photos considered irrefutable evidence?"

A cold smile crept across Wei Renming's lips.

Those who act as traitors should all die.

"No, I think I'm also a traitor in other people's eyes... Damn it, I have to find a chance to kill Lin Yi and destroy the film reel."

Afterwards, Wei Renming returned to the hotel, drew the curtains, turned off the lights, and made sure the room was completely dark before taking out the camera film to make modifications.

"If photographs can be composited, then surely no one thinks film negatives can be composited too, right?"

He understands the basic principles of photography very well.