The story of Rose starts with being a brother

Chapter 480 Internet Outage (Part 8): Yokohama Fishmonger, Shanghai Scam King
Night, inside Mr. Yi's residence.

Tang Xiaoyou pushed open the bedroom door, looked around for a moment, then immediately came in and closed the door, calming her tense heart.

As she expected, Mr. Yi, that lecherous devil, sent someone backstage to deliver a flower basket made of banknotes to her as soon as the performance ended, and even invited her to his home for a late-night snack.

As for whether or not she had a late-night snack, she was already taken directly to her bedroom door, so why would she need a late-night snack?
But this suited her perfectly!
After changing into a lace-trimmed low-cut suit, Tang Xiaoyou slowly put on her black stockings. Now she looked incredibly alluring, but because the black stockings made up the majority of her body, she looked more like a widow.

After admiring herself in the mirror, Tang Xiaoyou pulled out the deadly weapon—an ice pick—from the bottom compartment of her bag.

"Sister Xiaofei, Vice Chairman Zeng, I will definitely avenge you!"

As Tang Xiaoyou grasped the ice pick, her tension vanished instantly, replaced by a burning desire to avenge her classmates and eliminate traitors for her nation.

Therefore, she was not afraid to even offer her body!

However, as the night grew deeper, Tang Xiaoyou waited and waited, but her "ideal man" never came to lift her veil.

Could it be that the other party forgot?
Just as Tang Xiaoyou was about to fall asleep, a steady series of footsteps finally came from outside the door.

Tang Xiaoyou quickly regained her senses and took out a piece of "Wrigley's Spearmint," a food that was only eaten by the upper class at that time, from her bag.

Hmm... that is, the Wrigley's gum of later generations.

As a big star, how can you not maintain fresh breath?
This is also a way of showing respect to her opponent for the big show that's about to begin. When the show reaches its climax, that's when the man is most relaxed, and that's when she'll make her move!
The footsteps outside grew closer and closer until they stopped at the door.

Tang Xiaoyou took a deep breath, sat sideways on the bed, and listened to the sound of the bedroom door being pushed open. She slowly untied her belt.

"You must be Mr. Yi?"

After speaking, she slowly turned her head with a smile on her face.

"I've finally found you, Auntie!"

……

The following morning, at the villa of Wen Richeng, the director of the No. 76 intelligence office.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Come in."

While eating breakfast, Wen Richeng casually remarked, and as he put down his newspaper, he saw the maid, Aunt Wu, walk in.

"Aunt Wu, what's wrong?"

“Mr. Wen, Mr. Yi’s secretary has arrived, and…” Aunt Wu’s expression was a little strange. She hesitated for a moment before continuing, “and brought a girl with her.”

"Brought a girl with you?" Wen Richeng was also a little surprised, wondering what Lu Xiaoqiao was up to this time.

Um... Mr. Yi's original name was Lü Xiaoqiao. After joining the puppet government, he felt that the name was too feminine, so he changed it.

As the head of the intelligence department, knowing this secret is nothing special.

After pondering for a moment the other party's purpose in sending the secretary to the door, Moon Il-sung said, "Then please invite them in quickly."

Aunt Wu accepted the order and went out. A short while later, she came back in with a man and a woman.

"Good morning, Director Wen."

"Good morning, Secretary Zhou." Wen Richeng stood up with a smile. "Aunt Wu, please bring another set, no, two sets of bowls and chopsticks."

Looking at the woman standing behind Secretary Zhou, Wen Richeng's eyes held a hint of doubt.

"I won't disturb Director Wen's meal any longer. I already ate before I came." Secretary Zhou smiled and then added, "Miss Qin can keep you company while you eat."

Moon Il-sung raised an eyebrow and asked, "And who is this?"

"This is Miss Qin Xiaomo," Secretary Zhou introduced, then smiled and said, "Didn't Director Wen say last night that he hoped to settle his marriage? The boss felt deeply for Director Wen's hard work, as he was so busy with national affairs that he couldn't even think about his personal matters, so he specially asked me to bring Qin Xiaomo to your residence this morning."

He paused for a moment, then explained, “Miss Qin and my boss are cousins. Her family used to run a jewelry business. She’s always been asking my boss to help her find a suitable husband. Actually, my boss had been trying to match you two up, but knowing that you, Director Wen, studied in the West and perhaps advocate for free love, he was too embarrassed to bring it up. If it weren’t for what you said last night, my boss doesn’t know how long it would have taken to connect you two!”

"..."

Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, dressed in a dark blue cheongsam with her hair piled up and revealing her neck, Moon Il-sung didn't know what to say.

Giving it to a woman is fine, but why make it sound so nice?

We were just chatting politely last night, and I never expected that Lü Xiaoqiao would be so efficient!
Pretending to be observing but actually plotting, Wen Richeng looked Qin Xiaomo up and down, making Qin Xiaomo, who had initially had some affection for this handsome man, suddenly feel a chill.

Men are all the same!
It can truly be said that they have just escaped the tiger's den and entered the wolf's lair.

Moon Il-sung was unaware that he had already earned a negative impression from the other person upon their first meeting. However, even if he had known, he wouldn't have cared. What was there to care about with a woman who was sent over by someone else?
Of course, at this point he still said, "Minister Yi, aren't you being a little too considerate of your subordinates? I... I'm really sorry, Secretary Zhou, you should take the person back."

"Hey! Director Wen, this is just my boss's kind intention. Besides, my boss only meant to help you two get along. Whether it works out or not depends on how you two get along."

Secretary Zhou chuckled and said, "It's a virtue to play matchmaker and help people find a partner. It's rare for the boss to play matchmaker, so Director Wen, you shouldn't refuse so quickly!"

"..."

With things having come to this point, what else could Moon Il-sung say?
After exchanging a glance with Qin Xiaomo, whose face was inexplicably turning red, he smiled helplessly and said, "Then... I'll try getting to know Miss Qin first?"

"Alright, alright!" Secretary Zhou's smile widened even more. "Then I won't bother you any longer. If Director Wen and Miss Qin really do get together, I must come and ask for a drink at your wedding!"

As he spoke, Secretary Zhou stepped back, and Wen Sheng quickly offered to see him off.

"No need to trouble yourself, Director Wen, please go back and have breakfast. I can walk by myself."

After leaving Wen Richeng's house and returning to the car, the secretary immediately went to the phone booth and called Mr. Yi.

"Boss, has Director Wen accepted the man?"

"You accepted it? That makes things easier." Mr. Yi sounded pleased on the phone at first, but quickly sighed, "I never thought I, Mr. Yi, would have to give away two women in a row!"

The secretary dared not speak upon hearing this. The boss, as the head of the 76th Special Agent Headquarters, seemed to be living a life of endless glory, but first he sent his aunt to the Japanese, and then he sent the woman he had always longed for to the Japanese informants...

Being a man is tough!

Meanwhile, in Moon Il-sung's home, the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

An extra set of chopsticks and a bowl had been added to the table, but Qin Xiaomo was still standing there without sitting down.

Moon Il-sung wasn't in a hurry. While drinking his porridge, he took another look at the beautiful woman who had come to him.

After thinking for a long time, he still smiled and said, "Miss Qin, why don't you sit down and have something to eat? What's the point of standing like this?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Oh."

Wen Sheng nodded, then ignored her and continued eating his breakfast and reading the newspaper.

And after he started eating, another ten minutes or so passed.

"Aunt Wu, please tidy up the table."

Aunt Wu, who came over to clear the table, saw Qin Xiaomo and the untouched bowls and chopsticks, then looked at Wen Richeng. Seeing that he didn't say anything, she didn't say anything more and quickly cleared the table.

Qin Xiaomo swallowed hard; she really hadn't eaten breakfast!
She was just putting on airs out of habit.

Previously, when Mr. Yi wanted to pursue her, she disagreed, so she would rather be locked up in prison.

Although they were well-fed and cared for in prison, and were given whatever they wanted.

She knew, of course, that if this spy chief used force, her struggles would be futile, but who told him to play the romantic card?
I was woken up before dawn today by someone saying that Mr. Yi was going to let her go. She was quite happy at the time, but she realized something was wrong halfway through the drive.

Then Mr. Yi's lackey told her the truth.

So Qin Xiaomo was already furious when she arrived, and she became even more furious when she saw Wen Richeng staring at her with a lecherous look.

What's the difference between this and being in prison? And are you really treating yourself like merchandise?

When Moon Il-sung invited her to breakfast, her haughty attitude stemmed from both a habit she had developed in prison and her resentment.

But who would have thought that this guy wouldn't play by the rules and would really have the heart to leave her standing there like that?

They show absolutely no mercy to women!

After changing into a suit in his room, Wen Richeng came out carrying his briefcase. As he was changing his shoes before leaving, he turned to Qin Xiaomo and said, "Miss Qin, I'm going to work now. The front door is always open. You can leave whenever you want."

"Where else can I go in this vast Shanghai? I'll just get caught and brought back anyway." Qin Xiaomo pursed her lips, her expression somewhat gloomy.

Wen Richeng nodded. Although Lü Xiaoqiao wouldn't resort to such a clumsy honey trap, he still couldn't let his guard down.

After a moment's thought, Moon Il-sung smiled and said, "Minister Yi is just playing matchmaker for us. If you leave, I'll say we didn't click, or that you didn't like me, and then you won't come back."

"..."

Qin Xiaomo raised an eyebrow, suppressing her anger, and said, "Why do you say it's because I didn't like you?"

Hearing her ask that, Moon Il-sung was too lazy to answer. His boss was sending a woman over; was he supposed to say he didn't like her?

Knowing that the woman wanted him to take the blame, Wen Richeng's smile faded, and he said calmly, "Anyway, the door's open. No one's stopping you from leaving. If you're not going to leave, just stand here." "..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Director Wen turned around and left, leaving the woman behind with an incredulous look on her face.

What an uncouth man!

……

As a secret service agency of the puppet government, No. 76 wields immense influence in Shanghai. On the covert battlefield, its adversaries include the Military Intelligence Bureau, the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, the underground Communist Party, and even the Special Higher Police of Japan.

As the director of the 76th Intelligence Division, Wen Richeng's position was undeniably important, not to mention that he was also tasked with monitoring Mr. Yi.

Mr. Yi was the nominal supreme leader of No. 76, but the Japanese military also had a supreme leader of the intelligence agency stationed in Shanghai. He appeared to be on the same level as Mr. Yi, but in reality, those who knew better understood. Moreover, in order to support the puppet government, the Japanese military claimed to be nominally in charge of No. 76 and not interfere with it, but Wen Richeng was the person they had planted there.

However, the world is complex.

Moon Il-sung usually drove himself to work, and as was his usual routine, he would buy a newspaper at a newsstand not far from No. 76.

Although his workplace provides him with the latest major newspapers every day, he habitually buys a copy of a smaller, unofficial newspaper.

After all, as the head of intelligence, sometimes you have to dig out the real information from unofficial reports.

Back in his office, Moon Il-sung flipped through the contents of the tabloid, finally fixing his gaze on the corner headline: "Mr. Yi's headquarters attacked, suspected to be the work of gangsters."

After pondering for a long time, Director Wen got up, went out, and went straight upstairs to Mr. Yi's office.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Enter!"

When Mr. Yi saw Wen Richeng coming to find him, he didn't seem surprised at all, as if he had expected him to come.

"Minister Yi."

"Please sit down, Director Wen."

After Mr. Yi sat down, he stared at him for a few seconds before smiling and saying, "Director Wen, I thought you weren't coming to work today."

"Minister Yi, please don't make fun of me. I don't even know Miss Qin, and you..." Wen Richeng said with a wry smile, "I don't even know how to get along with her."

"I only brought you two together because you didn't know me. Now that you know each other, won't you become familiar with each other?" Mr. Yi, as expected of a secret service chief, gave the woman he coveted to another man without showing any unusual expression.

He paused slightly, then asked with a smile, "So? You said last night that you liked beautiful women. Isn't Miss Qin beautiful? Isn't she just as beautiful as Tang Xiaodie?"

Upon hearing this, Moon Il-sung looked somewhat embarrassed, but still nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, Minister Yi, for making the connection. If things go well between Miss Qin and me, you absolutely must come to our wedding!"

"..."

Mr. Yi, whose heart was bleeding, smiled and nodded in agreement, then changed the subject: "Alright, let's talk about winning the beauty's heart later. What brings you here?"

"Oh, it's about the attack on the headquarters. This incident has had a huge impact. Rumors are flying everywhere, and there are all sorts of speculations. The intelligence department is under a lot of pressure. Do you want to know if the captured prisoner has revealed any information?"

After a pause, Moon Il-sung chuckled and said, "Even the newspapers are saying it was done by gangsters. Which gangster has that kind of ability?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Yi's heart tightened. He had just met with Boss Du, the gang leader of Shanghai Beach, last night...

"The prisoner hasn't given a break..."

There's no need for Mr. Yi to hide this matter. So many Japanese soldiers died when the headquarters was attacked, and the Japanese army is paying close attention to it. I estimate that the military police will come back to demand people in a few days.

Thinking of this, Mr. Yi smiled and said, "Director Wen is an intelligence officer, and extracting information is one of his specialties. Why don't you go and interrogate that prisoner?"

"Okay, I'll go and meet him."

The two men made no mention of the matter they had discussed the previous night, about foreigners disappearing in the concession to commit fraud. Although Mr. Yi was very concerned about this matter, now was not the time to discuss it.

Bringing up this matter right after sending Qin Xiaomo over makes it seem like a transaction. Even if both of them know it, they have to pretend to genuinely want to bring them together.

……

Inside a villa in the concession.

"You...you're from Japan, stay away from me!"

Inside the bedroom, Tang Xiaoyou gripped the blanket tightly, her eyes warily fixed on the man at the door.

Wearing a painter's hat and a vest, exuding an artistic aura, Guan Gu Qi Ji quickly explained, "Don't misunderstand, although I am from an island nation, I love peace and I am not a brutal Japanese soldier."

"I do not believe!"

"..."

Guan Gu Qi Ji couldn't understand why Mr. Yi would send it to his aunt.

Want to put a family member in charge of finance?

But it's obvious that Tang Xiaoyou doesn't know what's going on here!
Although he was full of questions, he checked the time and realized he didn't have time to waste there.

Guan Gu Qi Ji picked up the drawing board and said gently, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. I'm a good person. You'll know once you stay here for a while."

He paused for a moment, then added, "I'm going out to gather material. You can look around the house as you like, but you absolutely cannot leave, or your nephew's men will bring you back."

Tang Xiaoyou just stared without saying a word. She was so sleepy that she hadn't dared to sleep since her nephew brought her here last night, fearing that the Japanese soldier might suddenly become a beast.

Last night was truly the most life-altering night for her. She never expected that the infamous traitor, whom everyone wanted to kill, was actually her long-lost nephew!

This underground agent of mine is actually the aunt of a major traitor?!
And thankfully the room light was on last night; if it had been dark, and she was dressed so scantily, things might have gone wrong...

Seeing this, Guan Gu Qi Ji didn't say anything more, smiled at her, and left the villa.

But he simply turned a corner and came to the locked back garden of the villa. After activating a mechanism, a secret passage appeared in the corner of the garden. He went in and the passage disappeared, and the garden returned to normal.

After descending countless steps, Guan Gu Miracle's view suddenly opened up before him.

A place that looked remarkably like an underground military prison came into view. It wasn't quite like one, because it had indeed been an underground prison in the past, but now it had become his "company's" office space.

As the time drew near, a rapid ringing sounded within the company, followed by a series of hurried footsteps. Guan Gu Qi Ji then saw the "employees" emerging from their rooms or iron cages and converging on the open area below him.

The surrounding area was staffed with armed "security personnel"... provided by Mr. Yi, a partner of the company.

These "employees" are a melting pot of races from around the world—oh wait, no, there are no Black people, only Asians and Caucasians.

Guan Gu Qi Ji was no longer the kind person he had been when facing Tang Xiao You. His eyes suddenly turned fierce and his whole demeanor no longer matched that of a painter.

He simply waved his hand, and the previously noisy "employees" instantly fell silent, even those who had come out looking half-dead perked up their ears.

"Everyone, wake up! We're about to start our daily pre-work chant routine."

Many of the "employees" might not understand what he said in Chinese, but that doesn't matter. As long as they can understand what comes next, that's fine. The "employees" who can't understand or speak the rest of the sentence have already been fired.

Expulsion in a physical sense.

Taking the megaphone handed to him by his subordinate, Guan Gu Miracle shouted, "To succeed, you have to go crazy first..."

The employees responded in unison: "Charge forward regardless of everything!"

"Take a gamble, and your descendants will be rich for three generations..."

"Work hard to avoid failure!"

"I'll be sleeping on the floor tonight..."

"Tomorrow I'll be the boss!"

"start!"

After speaking, the employees dispersed under the guidance of the security personnel to carry out their work for the day—writing letters.

These people from other countries are required to write in their letters home about how well they are doing in Shanghai, how much money they are making, and to briefly explain how they are doing so well, following a pre-arranged script.

Of course, this is just one aspect; the main approach is to prescribe medication based on the specific needs.

Want money? Want sex? Want success? You can have anything you want... even relatives as shareholders in your company!

After all, there's war going on here. I have connections here, making a fortune off the war. Otherwise, how could I send you messages and money? Besides, the people in this Eastern country are gullible, rich, and full of beautiful women. Bring your money quickly! I support remittances for investment!
However, the Jews are the ones who can make the most money here, because this place has the security they desire most!
Secondly, there are the islanders, who make money from two sources. Some islanders want to desert and smuggle themselves back home, while others want to come here from their homes to see the world or make money, but they don't want to go through official channels to avoid being conscripted.

There were even seriously wounded soldiers from hospitals who, after being manipulated, were verbally declared dead by doctors and then brought here...

Of course, money will be collected, but whether the service will be provided is another matter; otherwise, how could it be considered fraud?
Paying money and still wanting to make money? You'll get all the good stuff!

Especially due to the fierce fighting on the front lines, the demand for blood has increased significantly...

As a Japanese national, Kiseki Sekiya felt apologetic, but he still wanted to say that the more the Japanese army suffered defeats on the front lines, the more he would earn, and the more wounded and deserters he would have.

"Dad, this earns more than selling silver cod in Yokohama!"

(End of this chapter)