Espionage: I Have Photo Editing Software

"A banquet that hides its true intentions is no good; let's politely decline!" Wei Renming didn't want to take any risks.

"I understand. In addition, the renovation of the new store is basically completed. The staff is in place, the equipment can be moved in tomorrow, and it can open for business no later than the day after tomorrow."

As it turns out, most people can do their jobs well given the opportunity to try and fail.

In just two months, Feng Xiaotian underwent a complete transformation.

"Well done! Let's set the opening date for July 18th. Make the opening ceremony lively, and send invitations to all the customers who have taken photos before. We'll see how many people come."

Then, we'll hold some recharge lottery events as a reward. We'll give away two sets of Hanfu photos I commissioned as grand prizes, valued at about 1,000 yuan.

"Hanfu photos?" Feng Xiaotian was confused again.

"You'll know once Liu the tailor finishes making the clothes," Wei Renming said.

"Okay! I'll arrange it right away!"

The following evening.

Wei Renming rode his bicycle from the photo studio to Yueshaofang. As he entered the alley and was about to go inside, he was blocked by two men.

"Mr. Wei?" a man asked in broken Chinese.

"Who are you?" Wei Renming quietly placed his hand on his lower back, gripped the pistol, and felt slightly relieved.

"Mr. Wei, please don't be nervous. We mean no harm. We've come to invite you to a banquet," the man said.

Wei Renming's expression was unfriendly, and he said coldly, "Is this how you invite people?"

"I had no choice but to resort to this tactic, please forgive me, sir." The man pointed to the car at the alley entrance and said, "Please get in, Mr. Wei."

"What if I don't agree?" Wei Renming asked.

"Mr. Wei, you'd better not draw your gun, to prevent an accidental discharge." A voice came from behind Wei Renming.

Wei Renming turned around and saw two men standing behind him.

The first two, the last two.

Even if he drew his gun, he could only kill one person at most before being pinned to the ground.

"Who exactly are you people?"

"Mr. Wei will know when he arrives," the man said.

What else could Wei Renming say?

"Hmph! I'd like to see who's got such a big mouth!"

Wei Renming got into the car.

The car headed east and arrived at Fujimura's house in the Hongkou district.

Four men escorted Wei Renming to the door, where two maids in kimonos came up and gestured "please" in Japanese.

Although Wei Renming couldn't understand the words, he could see the gestures and stepped inside.

The Fujimura residence is a typical Japanese garden, without a main hall, only private rooms.

Led by two maids, Wei Renming arrived at a private room.

"Knock knock..." The maid gently knocked on the door of the room.

"Please come in." A voice in Japanese came from inside the house.

Two maids opened the door from the left and right, then bent down to take off Wei Renming's shoes.

Wei Renming took the opportunity to look into the private room.

There were only two people in the private room.

Shirayuka and a man in his thirties or forties dressed in traditional Japanese clothing.

"Mr. Wei, you've arrived." Bai Yuhua knelt down and nodded in greeting.

"Um."

Wei Renming stepped inside, but he didn't sit down, looking down at the middle-aged man.

The maid closed the door, and the man spoke, saying in fluent Chinese, "Mr. Wei, I have long admired you, and I hope you will not take offense at my invitation today."

"Who are you?" Wei Renming asked.

Bai Yuhua introduced, "This is Mr. Shigeharu Matsumoto, who is currently the president of the Shanghai branch of the Japan Domei News Agency."

Domei News Agency was founded in 1936 and is Japan's only official news agency.

"So you can use such an unreasonable method to invite me here?" Wei Renming stared at Matsumoto Shigeharu.

Matsumoto Shigeharu was not annoyed. "Haha, Mr. Wei is indeed a man of character."

With that, he picked up his wine glass and said, "I'll punish myself with a drink to apologize to you, how about it?"

Bai Yuhua turned to the side and silently mouthed to Wei Renming, "We can't afford to mess with them."

Then she echoed:

"Yes, since we're here, we might as well make the best of it. Mr. Matsumoto studied in the United States and is very knowledgeable. Chatting with him is especially enlightening."

Although Wei Renming was dissatisfied, he understood the principle of being under someone else's roof, so he had no choice but to go down the stairs.

"I will personally pour wine for Wei Sang." Matsumoto Shigeharu rose slightly, picked up the wine pot, poured a cup, and handed it to Wei Renming with both hands.

Wei Renming took it with one hand. "Mr. Matsumoto's time is precious, so let's get straight to the point."

"Alright. Mr. Wei is a straightforward person, so I won't hold back either."

Matsumoto Shigeharu clapped his hands, and the door to the private room was pushed open.

A man wearing a hood was brought in.

"What does this mean?" Wei Renming asked in astonishment.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wei." Matsumoto Shigeharu waved his hand, and the man's hood was removed.

"Hmm? Dazhuang?" Wei Renming frowned.

"I heard that Mr. Wei was slapped by this person. I wonder if it's true?" Matsumoto Shigeharu asked.

"I only acted on Sun Cheng's orders and would never have intentionally offended Mr. Wei!" Da Zhuang prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Mr. Matsumoto, do you want to avenge me?" Wei Renming asked with a smile.

Matsumoto Shigeharu took a sip of sake and said:

That's exactly what I meant.

I know that Wei Sang's sister was also a bonded laborer under them and suffered a lot of torment.

Besides this person, the other thugs were also arrested.

If you agree, they will never see the sun rise tomorrow.

This is my gift to you, are you satisfied?

Wei Renming knew the answer.

This is hardly helping him.

This is clearly a show of force.

"I appreciate Mr. Matsumoto's kindness. There's an old Chinese saying, 'If you're going to help someone, help them all the way.' While Dazhuang and his gang are certainly hateful, they weren't the masterminds. Since you're willing to help, why don't you eliminate the Japanese merchants at the Gongda Textile Factory for me? What do you say?"

"Hahaha." Matsumoto Shigeharu clapped his hands and cheered, "Interesting, Wei-san is indeed a wonderful person. It's just that I'm willing but powerless. If I really send the Japanese merchant to the west, I'll be the one to go to the west."

"It's pointless to kill some accomplices if the ringleader isn't eliminated," Wei Renming said.

"Then let him go!" Matsumoto Shigeharu waved his hand, and Da Zhuang was led away.

After a long silence, Bai Yuhua spoke up, "Mr. Wei probably doesn't know that Mr. Matsumoto was once a reporter and a professional photographer."

"Oh? Does Mr. Matsumoto have any photographic works?" Wei Renming asked.

"With such outstanding works already presented, I won't embarrass myself by offering my own." Matsumoto Shigeharu chuckled self-deprecatingly, then continued, "Wei-san's photographic works are truly epoch-making. His choice of subjects, composition, color, and even his handling of imperfections are completely different from all current photographic works. Once you're used to Mr. Wei's works, looking at others just feels bland and tasteless."

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Matsumoto," Wei Renming said indifferently.

He will not express his opinion until he understands Matsumoto Shigeharu's intentions.

"To be honest, the reason I invited Mr. Wei here is to ask you to take some photos for us."

"What photo?"

"It's just some traditional Japanese clothing."

"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do to help."

"Is Wei Sang unwilling?"

"I don't want to!"