Spy game? Stop guessing, I really am an undercover agent!

Chapter 1 Returning to the Republic of China
February of the 27th year of the Republic of China.

On the Daiei Maru, an oil tanker traveling from Yokohama, Japan to Shanghai.

At midnight, the cruise ship was sailing steadily on the sea when suddenly a bolt of lightning illuminated the dark night, followed by a thunderclap that boomed above the ship.

If someone were standing on the deck looking up at the sky at this moment, they would see an extremely eerie scene: the dark clouds were like a flowing vortex, constantly rolling.

"Boom!" Another thunderclap rang out, and in the luxurious cabin on the top floor of the cruise ship, a young man wearing a silk robe shuddered and sat up abruptly.

The young man stared blankly at the unfamiliar scene before him.
A familiar sound suddenly echoed in his mind. Before he could react, a flood of memories rushed into his mind.

"Chen Yang, you are the most talented student I have ever seen. This mission will be very long and dangerous. You can choose not to accept it."

"You have three days to consider whether you are willing to accept this mission."

"Since you are willing, from today onwards, you must forget everything you have done here. This is your code name: Mount Fuji."

"Chen Yang, you must remember that when the Party and the country need you to sacrifice, you must do everything you can for the Party and the country."

"Comrade Chen Yang, let me remind you again, your identity is extremely special. You must keep this jade Guanyin with you at all times and never lose it. It is the only token that can prove your identity."

"Chen Yang, the people in the Qingpu class are all warriors. You are different from them; you are a hero."

A flood of chaotic information overwhelmed Chen Yang, giving him a splitting headache. Relying on his hazy memories, Chen Yang fumbled for a glass of wine and downed it in one gulp.

The burning sensation rushed down my throat and into my stomach, but it was this sensation that slightly eased the pain in my head.

It took a good ten minutes to fully digest the previous memories.

Hero? Undercover agent? What the heck? Wait, have I traveled back in time? Hmm, to the Republican era.

Seriously? Wasn't I working overtime at my desk? How did I suddenly end up in the Republican era? This joke has gone too far.

Chen Yang rubbed his head, trying to calm himself down. He walked to the window and looked out. The cruise ship was indeed a product of the Republic of China era. Although the hardware facilities were very new, it had a strong historical flavor in his eyes.

How to describe it? It's like suddenly stepping onto the set of a filming location for a period drama set in the Republican era.
Ha, I really have time-traveled, and I've even arrived in the darkest era in modern Chinese history, the 27th year of the Republic of China.

On July 7, 1937, the Japanese, unable to contain their ambitions towards China, launched the Marco Polo Bridge Incident.
One month later, on August 13, the full-scale invasion of China broke out. The Japanese army landed in Shanghai under the escort of naval guns, and the Battle of Shanghai ensued.

Following this, the Japanese, disregarding various international opposition voices, launched a large-scale military invasion of China.

Japanese Army Minister Sugiyama Gen even boasted that he would destroy China in three months.

Japan had long coveted China's territory. The incompetence of the Qing government revealed China's weakness, poverty, the submissiveness of its people, and the incompetence of its authorities. All the Japanese thought China was unstoppable, but reality gave them a harsh slap in the face.

The courage and fighting spirit displayed by the Chinese people in the face of invaders is unparalleled by any other country.

Seven hundred thousand Nationalist troops fought a bloody battle in Shanghai, effectively halting the Japanese advance.

It is precisely this spirit that has led the world to re-examine this impoverished nation. Undeniably, the reason why China has not perished is because many passionate young people are fearless in the face of death.

Chen Yang was one of them, but he was different from the others.

His mission was to go into hiding; he was about to embark on a path that was a million times more difficult than sacrificing himself for a cause.

The familiar beeping sound rang out again, and Chen Yang realized that something new had entered his mind.

With a slight thought, a familiar scene appeared in my mind. Uh, this isn't the AI ​​program I designed. How did it get here?
The image that came to mind was the AI ​​program that his small, run-down company was working day and night to develop.

This program was designed by Chen Yang. Like most AI programs, it can perform tasks requiring human intelligence, such as learning, reasoning, decision-making, big data analysis, natural language processing, and image recognition. Wow, he brought nothing else with him when he transmigrated to this world, but he did bring a program.
Suddenly, the cruise ship's horn sounded, followed by a knock on the door: "Knock, knock, knock."

"Mr. Chen, we are about to arrive at Huishan Wharf. Please pack your things and prepare to disembark."

"Okay, I know."

As dawn broke, Chen Yang dried his wet hair, walked out of the bathroom naked, put on his clothes one by one, and looked at his handsome face in the mirror. In an instant, the two different souls inside his body had perfectly merged into one body.

Huishan Wharf, Shanghai.

Shanghai has many wharves, but few were controlled by the Japanese; Huishan Wharf was one of them.

This wharf is located in Yangshupu District of Shanghai and is also known as Yangshupu Wharf.

At the entrance to the dock, a black Buick sedan was parked on the side of the road, and a young man wearing a trench coat and with slicked-back hair was craning his neck to look in the direction of the dock.

The most popular car among politicians, businessmen, and the wealthy in this era is the American-made Buick sedan. Almost one in six registered motor vehicles in Shanghai is a Buick, which has become a symbol of status.

Before long, a large group of people appeared on the dock. Uncle Qi, the veteran driver in the Buick, leaned out and said, "Ah Ren, go see if it's Young Master's boat that has arrived."

Before the young man could speak, Uncle Qi pointed to a man in a black trench coat in the crowd and excitedly shouted, "Ah Ren, look, isn't that Young Master Biao?"

Lin Yongren followed the driver's gesture and saw that the figure carrying the suitcase was none other than Chen Yang.

Chen Yang, who was in the distance, had obviously seen the two of them. He waved to them and then quickly came to their side.

Lin Yongren took the luggage from Chen Yang's hands and said, "Young Master, are you getting used to the boat ride? You must be tired from the journey."

Chen Yang gently punched Lin Yongren's shoulder and said, "Ah Ren, it's been years since we last met, why are you still so distant? Just call me Brother Yang, like before."

"Uncle Qi, it's been years, you've gained some weight. How's your wife?"

Uncle Qi replied with a smile, "Thanks to Young Master, our family is doing very well."

"Young Master, please be seated. I'm about to start driving."

Chen Yang smiled and said, "Don't rush home yet, Uncle Qi. Could you please take me to the Osaka Chamber of Commerce office on Chuanbei Road?"

Shanghai, Chuanbei Road, Osaka Chamber of Commerce Office.

Chuanbei Road spans the Zhabei and Hongkou districts, and this area is what Shanghai residents call the Japanese Concession.

Actually, Shanghai originally did not have a Japanese concession, only the French concession located on Jinxian Road and the International Settlement jointly managed by Britain and the United States.

At the end of the last century, foreigners used their powerful ships and cannons to force open the gates of the Qing government, and more and more foreigners entered China to do business.

Among them were many Japanese expatriates who had long gathered in the Hong Kong and Zhabei districts, and their numbers were no less than those of expatriates from countries such as Britain, the United States, and France.

In order to find a place to stay, Watanabe Murajiro, the leader of the Japanese expatriates at the time, bribed the Public Works Bureau of the International Settlement with a large sum of money with the support of the military, thereby obtaining two positions on the board of directors.
Then, through their efforts, the Municipal Council allocated this area to Japanese residents for living and business.

As time went by, this place naturally became known as the Japanese concession.

Yangshupu Wharf is not far from the Osaka Chamber of Commerce office in Zhabei District. The Buick sedan drove along and soon stopped in front of a small building.

Chen Yang got out of the car and looked at the Osaka Chamber of Commerce plaque hanging below the building in front of him, a serious expression on his face.
(End of this chapter)