Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Upon hearing their conspiracy, Ilsa was now at a loss for what to do.

In the past, she would probably have tried to escape and then immediately reported the matter to her superiors.

But after hearing Silva's words, a seed of distrust had already sprouted in her heart.

She was even more upset when she heard Silva say that the syndicate was originally a plan of the British government.

The two chatted for a while before noticing Ilsa, the female agent.

Chen Jiajun smiled and said to Silva, "This is your apprentice. How do you plan to deal with him?"

Silva glanced at Ilsa and said, "Little Ilsa, you'll probably be cannon fodder when you get back. Given Attlee's style as the new Mr. M, he might just take advantage of you and then shoot you!"

Ilsa said with some distress, "I...I don't know what to do!"

Having been a secret agent for so many years, Ilsa was long tired of this identity.

And just as Silva said, if what they said is true, Attlee would never let her leave MI6.

So after much hesitation, Ilsa said to Silva, "I want to try again!"

“You seem to have no bargaining power!” Silva said coldly, his face darkening.

But Ilsa retorted defiantly to Silva, "Then kill me!"

"Ilsa, do you think I wouldn't dare?" Silva seemed a little impatient and pulled out a pistol.

Ilsa's eyes were resolute, and she remained steadfast even with a gun pointed at her head.

Seeing Silva slowly pull the trigger, Chen Jiajun suddenly spoke to Ilsa, "Not interested in continuing to be a secret agent?"

Ilsa frowned and asked, "Who exactly are you?"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "I can say that I am Silva's boss now!"

Ilsa was silent for a moment, then said to Chen Jiajun, "How did you figure that out?"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "I've seen it all! Money earned on the edge of a knife isn't easy to make!"

Although Ilsa is a secret agent, Chen Jiajun sees her as no different from a gangster.

They all earn money by risking their lives; one wrong move and they could be killed without a burial place.

Therefore, Chen Jiajun was quite confident in dealing with someone like Ilsa.

Ilsa nodded: "That's right! But I need to prove it to myself before I leave!"

"So... have you found someone else?" Chen Jiajun asked Ilsa with a smile.

"What do you mean?"

"If you defect from MI6, you can't just stop making a living, can you? What else can you do besides being an agent or spy?"

"I..." This question left Ilsa speechless.

She desperately wanted to be transferred back to an administrative position, but that was no longer possible.

If MI6 is truly corrupt as Silva claims, what should she do?
Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "I happen to be short of a secretary. The monthly salary is 20,000 yuan. Are you interested? She will be responsible for my schedule and handling some work-related matters!"

Ilsa raised an eyebrow: "Are you trying to recruit me?"

“That’s right!” Chen Jiajun nodded and said, “I’m recruiting you!”

Ilsa thought for a moment and said, "I need to confirm something first before I can give you an answer!"

Chen Jiajun nodded and said to Silva, "OK, Silva is in your hands now!"

Silva sighed and said to Ilsa, "Little Ilsa, you're really lucky!"

He then handed the USB drive directly to Ilsa.

Ilsa was stunned. Holding the USB drive, she looked at it with a puzzled expression and said, "This... you just gave it to me?"

"You need to have something to report back to, right?" Silva said with a smile. "But don't think too much about it. This is just for you to test Mr. M! There's nothing inside!"

Ilsa glanced at Silva with a complicated expression, then said to the two of them, "I understand, but gentlemen, shouldn't I excuse myself while I'm changing my clothes?"

Chen Jiajun and Silva shrugged and left the room.

Looking at the USB drive in her hand, Ilsa clutched it tightly in her palm, and then changed her clothes.

……

A few days later, in Trafalgar Square, London.

This place is also known as Pigeon Square, and next to it is St. Martin's Church, the oldest church in London.

The front is the National Gallery, and the side of the National Gallery is the National Portrait Gallery.

This place attracts many tourists every year.

When tourists get tired, they can rest on the benches next to the square.

The weather in London is terrible, with rain all year round, but today the sun actually came out a bit, which was a pleasant surprise.

There weren't many people on the bench, just an elderly couple who seemed to be enjoying each other's company, and a middle-aged man in a suit reading a newspaper.

The man reading the newspaper was dressed like an office worker and was inconspicuous; he would not have been given a second glance in a crowd.

But this guy just happens to be the new head of MI6, Mr. M, Attlee!
At that moment, a stylishly dressed woman walked over and sat down directly next to Attlee.

He then placed a USB drive on the newspaper and said to Attlee, "This is the master ledger, information on the entire 'Syndicate' organization. Their identities, the politicians they control, and the sources of their funding! Everything you want to know is here!"

Attlee said calmly, "How can you be sure this ledger is genuine?"

“If it’s fake, why would Ryan go to such lengths to steal it?” Ilsa countered.

Attlee said nonchalantly, "If it's true, why would he let you get this ledger? Have you ever considered that he deliberately let me get it? Manipulating information is exactly what he excels at after training!"

"Ryan lied to you, and you lied to Hunter! In short, you were both fooled! That's his ultimate goal!"

When Ilsa heard this, she felt a chill run through her heart.

That bastard Attlee didn't even look at the contents of the USB drive before he declared it fake.

She wouldn't believe there wasn't a problem here!

Seeing that Ilsa remained silent, Attlee continued, "Perhaps this bill is real, but I believe only one person can prove its authenticity, and that is you!"

Ilsa shook her head and said, "Impossible. My task is to present you with information about the 'Syndicate.' Anything else is outside my scope of work..."

Attlee forcefully interrupted Ilsa: "To be precise, your people infiltrated the 'Syndicate' so that we could obtain firsthand intelligence!"

As the new Mr. M of MI6, Attlee has an extremely strong personality.

He paused for a moment, then continued speaking to Ilsa, "This is a test they've given you, everything that happened is! And the only way to pass the test is to go back!"

“I can’t do it! I’ve betrayed Ryan far too many times!” Ilsa argued with reason.

But the disappointment in her eyes grew stronger.

Because she could sense that Attlee didn't take her seriously at all. She was just a surveillance camera used to monitor the Syndicate.

Whether the camera would be discovered or damaged was not even on his radar.

Attlee said coldly, "In all these situations, you made your own choices!"

"They're going to torture an American agent to death!"

"Then you should do as he says, that way you'll still be someone he trusts! That's the rule, Hunter will understand!"

Ilsa looked at her superior in disbelief: "I can't watch him die in front of me, he's our ally!"

“The National Quality Inspection has no allies, only shared interests! Besides, you know that Ethan Hunt is stateless, so killing him is not a complicated matter!” Attlee said coldly.

Ilsa paused for a moment, then said to Attlee, "Are you ordering me to kill Hunter?"

“Don’t be so cruel!” Attlee said with a smile. “When Ryan gives you orders and you regain his trust, you must do as he says!”

Ilsa couldn't take it anymore and said coldly to Attlee, "I have completed the mission you sent me to complete! Now I want you to restore my identity!"

“I have to remind you, you’re stateless now!” Attlee said, looking like he had Ilsa completely under his thumb. “The CIA director called me to ask about your identity, and to protect you, I had to lie! So in America, you’re just a reckless assassin, and any opportunity could make you a target!”

“Very few people will be able to find your identity, and if we forget about that… it will be terrible! So listen, Ilsa, you have no choice now, you have to go back and continue your covert work!”

The overt threat made Ilsa laugh out loud.

He picked up the USB drive, turned around, and left.

But as she was leaving, Ilsa discovered that the USB drive in her hand had been replaced.

The small mark he left on the USB drive with his fingernail has now disappeared.

This time, Ilsa was truly heartbroken.

Back at the hotel, I saw Chen Jiajun talking to Silva.

Seeing Ilsa walk in with a dark expression, Silva teased, "Little Ilsa doesn't look too good! Looks like that bastard Attlee threatened you?"

Ilsa handed the USB drive to Silva and said, "And they even switched the USB drive I gave him!"

Silva grinned wickedly and said, "This guy is still as cunning as ever. It seems Mrs. M was right not to give him a second chance! Look at all the trouble he's caused lately!"

Chen Jiajun said disdainfully, "If you tell one lie, you have to tell countless others to cover it up! But now, he can't cover it up anymore!"

Silva rubbed his hands together and said, "Let's see how much funding that bastard Attlee approved for the Syndicate! I can't wait!"

Following Silva's gaze, Ilsa saw a number of technicians working on the red box Silva had mentioned.

Although she learned from Silva that the red boxes were usually funds of intelligence organizations, she was still curious about how much money was in them.

Although the technicians' technical skills, along with some identity verification data of the current British Prime Minister left by Silva in MI6, such as fingerprints, DNA, and iris data, quickly cracked the red box.

Then a series of monetary figures, along with account numbers belonging to different banks, were displayed before everyone.

"Wow, good heavens!" Chen Jiajun gasped when he saw the amounts in countless accounts.

It's important to know that the funds listed here are not in US dollars, but in euros.

The total amount of funds in these accounts is at least 2.4 billion euros, which is close to 20 billion Hong Kong dollars!
Silva smiled when he saw the numbers in the account: "Heh heh, that bastard Attlee really went all out for the Syndicate!"

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "We've really struck it rich!"

Chen Jiajun knew that Attlee wouldn't dare let this money see the light of day, and the syndicate wouldn't dare tell anyone about its existence.

Therefore, even if Chen Jiajun embezzled all of this money, they would have no choice but to suffer in silence!
Then he would smile at Silva and say, "This money should be enough for your expansion, right?"

“Of course it’s enough!” Silva said with a smile. “If you consider the scale, this money is enough for the syndicate to use for more than ten years!”

Chen Jiajun's intelligence organization is definitely much larger than the Syndicate.

Putting aside everything else, the scale of its intelligence network in Asia alone is comparable to that of the CIA.

Not to mention that Silva has also promoted deployments in Europe and the Americas in recent years.

So this money could last the syndicate for more than a decade, but for Chen Jiajun's intelligence organization, it would be lucky to last five years.

However, this is also a good thing for Chen Jiajun, as it can save him a lot of the funds he allocated.

Seeing the grinning faces of Chen Jiajun and Silva, Ilsa couldn't help but say, "Gentlemen, this seems to be English money! Is it really a good idea to just take it away like this?"

Chen Jiajun immediately smiled and said, "Miss Ilsa, are you still an Englishman? I heard from Attlee that you seem to be an anarchist now, right?"

Ilsa's mood worsened after hearing Chen Jiajun's words.

Silva said gloatingly, "MI6 has always been like this! They use people to the bone when they need them, and then throw them away like trash when they don't! It's really disheartening! Little Ilsa, your instructor knows this all too well!"

Upon hearing Silva's words, Ilsa exclaimed in shock, "So that's why you..."

Silva said calmly, "Otherwise, how could the title of 007 have fallen into James Bond's hands?"

After a moment's thought, Ilsa nodded in agreement.

Her instructor, Silva, was one of Mrs. M's most favored subordinates.

But when they met again years later, Silva had come to seek revenge on Mrs. M.

Now that I think about it, everything seems to make sense.

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "Ilsa, have you thought about becoming my secretary?"

Ilsa pondered for a while. In any case, she could never go back to the Syndicate to infiltrate; that would be tantamount to suicide.

Moreover, that bastard Attlee controls MI6, so his chances of regaining his identity are extremely slim.

Since Silva has followed Chen Jiajun, why can't I?
After a moment of silence, he said to Chen Jiajun, "Just a secretary?"

Chen Jiajun took a step back in surprise and said, "Otherwise what? Are you lusting after my body?"

Ilsa was amused and annoyed: "Who's lusting after your body! What I mean is, I don't want to be a secret agent anymore!"

"Oh, that's why! No problem then!" Chen Jiajun said with a sigh of relief.

Ilsa said unhappily, "Am I that bad? Why are you so wary of me, boss?"

To be honest, Ilsa has a top-notch figure and looks.

Especially her long legs, comparable to those of a model, are truly captivating when she wears office lady attire.

However, Chen Jiajun, being a former special agent, dared not covet her body.

Moreover, inviting Ilsa was also Silva's idea. According to Silva's description, Ilsa is a top infiltration expert, which can fill this gap in his intelligence department.

Just as the group was chatting and laughing, in high spirits, Chen Jiajun's phone suddenly rang.

After the call was connected, his expression immediately changed.

Because the landlords in Hong Kong had already revealed Huang Shitong's identity.

And this location happens to be in London. (End of Chapter)