Espionage: I Have Photo Editing Software

"They even used hand grenades?" Morita Eisuke asked in surprise.

"Four grenades in total, all detonated. The Special Service is after Wei Renming's life," Shimizu Taro said.

"Not bad." Eisuke Morita nodded slowly. "Gun muzzles can be controlled, but grenades are not so easy to control."

Even a professionally trained person cannot guarantee the landing point of a grenade after it is thrown. In addition, its kill radius is large, and if you are not careful, it can injure or even kill Wei Renming.

If the Secret Service was just putting on a show, there was absolutely no need to use grenades.

Not to mention, six members of the operation also died.

At this point, Eisuke Morita's doubts were completely dispelled.

"I'll meet Wei Renming at noon; I have something important to discuss with him."

"Yes. I'll arrange it!"

……

"Last night, a fierce firefight broke out in a small building on North Sichuan Road. Wei Renming was temporarily staying there, and it is suspected that this was an assassination attempt against him by the Special Service," said Secretary Honda Ken.

Ruoshan wanted to ask, "How is Wei Renming doing?"

"He wasn't injured. All six assassins were wiped out on the spot by the Special Higher Police."

"What about the assassin's identity? Have you found out?"

"No evidence was found to support this claim."

"Draft a statement to the Nationalist government regarding the attack on the residence on North Sichuan Road."

"Should we name the assassin?"

"Without evidence, there's no point in saying anything."

The French Concession, the Shanghai branch of the Special Service.

Last night's assassination attempt caused such a commotion that even Fu Wu found out about it.

"Cousin, didn't you say I was supposed to remind Wei Renming before the operation?"

"He moved to North Sichuan Road, how could I dare let you put yourself in danger?"

"Wei Renming did this to give you a reason to stop your operation. Why send people to their deaths?"

"Their deaths were worthwhile! I can guarantee that the Japanese now absolutely trust Wei Renming."

"Six lives, is it really worth it?" Fu Wu's voice was low.

Wang Xinheng's attitude was firm: "I'm gambling. I'm gambling that the intelligence Wei Renming obtains in the future will save more people."

"I hope so." Fu Wu walked out of the office.

noon.

Led by Shimizu Taro, Wei Renming arrived at the Japanese consulate.

The Japanese consulate consisted of two four-story red buildings, one to the north and one to the south, covering a total area of ​​over 5,000 square meters.

He was led to a reception room on the second floor.

"Section Chief Morita will be here shortly." Shimizu Taro paused, then whispered a reminder: "It's good news."

Wei Renming bowed and said, "Thank you."

About ten minutes later.

Eisuke Morita pushed open the door and walked in alone, asking with concern, "Wei-san, were you hurt last night?"

"With the protection of the Empire's warriors, I am unharmed," Wei Renming said, bowing. "Thank you for your concern."

Damn it!

Learning Japanese culture is fucking exhausting!

I've been bowing all day, and my back is almost ruined.

"Wei Sang is also working for the Empire, which is why he has been misunderstood by others. For both reason and duty, we should protect your safety," Morita Eisuke said with a smile.

"Sigh!" Wei Renming sighed heavily. "Given the current situation, even if I said it was a misunderstanding, I'm afraid no one would believe me."

"People just parrot what others say, so there's no need to care. Wei Sang is exceptionally talented, but China doesn't appreciate it, while the Empire treats him like a treasure." Morita Eisuke said something nice.

Wei Renming shook his head. "Chinese people only regard photography as a strange and frivolous skill and have never valued it. What use is there for my talent? I'll be content as a businessman and a wealthy man."

"I don't think so. Photography is an art. Top photographers from all over the world are always surrounded by VIPs and influential figures wherever they go. It's a pity that Wei Sang's talent is being wasted. Why not serve the Empire and show your talent to the world? That way, you won't have lived in vain." Morita Eisuke extended an invitation.

"This..." Wei Renming hesitated for a moment, then said, "Thank you for your kind offer, Section Chief Morita, but I don't have any grand ambitions. I just want to be content with a modest life, so I'll pass."

Eisuke Morita laughed and said, "Why be content with modest wealth when you can become incredibly wealthy? Mr. Wei, why don't you listen to my conditions before making a decision?"

Wei Renming waved his hands repeatedly, "I shouldn't have refused the section chief's kind invitation. But after what happened last night, I've come to a realization. Having money is good, but you have to be alive to spend it."

After saying this, he stood up, bowed, and said, "I hope you won't take offense. I'll take my leave now."

"Is Wei afraid that if he works for us, he will be assassinated?" Morita Eisuke asked slowly.

"Alas, how can one guard against thieves for a thousand days when one is a thief for a thousand days? I have personally experienced how terrifying the Special Service is. I really dare not risk my life again." Wei Renming said with a mournful face.

"What if I can guarantee that the Special Service will not take action against you again in the future?" Eisuke Morita slowly played his card.

"Is this... possible? Would the Special Service listen to the Empire?" Wei Renming asked doubtfully.

"Even if the Special Service wanted to, they would never dare!" Morita Eisuke said with disdain.

Wei Renming sat back down on the sofa. "I'd like to hear the details."

"Nationality!" Eisuke Morita calmly uttered two words.

"You mean you want me to become a Japanese citizen?" Wei Renming asked, looking shocked.

"Mr. Wei, Japanese citizenship isn't so easy to obtain!" Morita Eisuke said smugly. "You know Wu Qingyuan, right?"

Wei Renming nodded. Who didn't know the title of "Showa Go Saint"?

"He started applying for Japanese citizenship three years ago, and he only obtained it this April, thanks to Shimizu-senpai's intervention."

"So what do you mean?"

Eisuke Morita laughed and said, "Manchukuo! As long as you join Manchukuo, I can use the South Manchuria Railway to make you a formal employee of the Shanghai Consulate. Although it's just a nominal position, the Nationalist government would never dare to touch a diplomatic personnel!"

"I won't agree!" Wei Renming refused resolutely, angrily saying, "Did Section Chief Morita invite me here to humiliate me?"

Morita Eisuke was surprised by Wei Renming's reaction and quickly asked, "What makes you say that, Mr. Wei?"

Wei Renming's anger remained unabated. "People from Taiwan and Korea, though holding Japanese citizenship, are second-class citizens, inferior to others. People from Manchukuo are not even considered Japanese citizens. What you're doing is no different from forcing me to be a dog!"

He guessed Morita Eisuke's purpose.

It's nothing more than wanting him to become a cultural traitor, to cheer for Japan in China, to promote Japanese culture, and to advocate "shared language and race."

His original intention was to infiltrate the Japanese army, and in principle, he should not have refused. However, that old dog Morita offered too low a price.

Selling himself out like this would be extremely detrimental to his future development.

"That's absolutely not what I meant! Please don't misunderstand, Mr. Wei." Morita Eisuke explained, then added, "Mr. Wei, feel free to name your terms. I won't refuse within my capabilities."

"From beginning to end, my relationship with you has only been one of transaction, not subordination, and I have never intended to be anyone's subordinate. What happened today is entirely your wishful thinking. What conditions do you want me to name?"

Wei Renming snorted coldly and stood up again.

"The world is vast, and it's not just China and Japan. With my abilities, I could easily make a living even in Europe or America. Section Chief Morita, you don't need to act so superior or put on such a condescending air. I'm not a beggar, much less a groveling dog!"

After saying that, he pushed open the door and strode away.

Before he even left the consulate, he began to feel uneasy.

"With such harsh words, surely that old dog Morita won't give up?"