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

Chapter 103 The Elves from the West

Chen Yang picked up his pen and wrote down several names.

Zhuo Mingquan and Ding Baozhen are from the General Affairs Department; one is the director and the other is the section chief.

Normally, Zhuo Mingquan is the director, and his power should be greater than Ding Baozhen's. However, Ding Baozhen also has another identity: he is a member of the executive committee in Jinling. Therefore, as the section chief, he can actually communicate directly with Jinling.

The backgrounds of these two people were too complicated, so Chen Yang thought about it and decided to draw an X on them.

Next up are Director Qin and Director Tang. These two also have connections with Jinling, and even with their superior, the Minister of Finance.

Since these two people cannot be trusted, Chen Yang's only remaining options are Guo Zhaohui and Feng Jian from the Tongji office.

Guo Zhaohui is now driven crazy by those data, and only Feng Jian is still usable.

However, Feng Jian's foundation is too weak, and it's uncertain whether he can withstand the pressure.
Ring ring, ring ring, suddenly, a telephone ring interrupted Chen Yang's thoughts.

Chen Yang answered the phone and said, "Hello, this is Chen Yang from the Economic Department."

"Mr. Chen, oh no, Mr. Chen." The voice from the other end was very distinctive, and Chen Yang quickly recognized who it was.

"Hello, Mr. William."

"Mr. Chen, I've finished the business plan you requested," William said with a smile. "Do you have time tonight? Let's meet, and I'll explain the details of the plan to you."

Chen Yang's eyes lit up upon hearing this. Sure enough, there are advantages to being expensive. This William Taylor charges a lot of money, but his efficiency is also really high.

"Okay, okay, let's meet at the Vienna Café again."

“I think that’s fine,” William paused and said, “Mr. Chen, remember to bring the final payment. I don’t like to delay payments.”

This guy must be a reincarnation of a money-grubber. Chen Yang had heard Lin Xueli say that this guy had royal connections.

Moreover, he was the chief legal counsel of the Asiatic Petroleum Company. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be short of money, so why does it seem like he's obsessed with money?

"Don't worry, Mr. William, as long as the proposal satisfies me, money is not a problem."

William chuckled and said, "Mr. Chen, you can rest assured, I'm a professional when it comes to legal matters."

"See you at seven o'clock tonight."

"Okay, bye."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yang looked at Feng Jian's name, which was the only name left on the manuscript, and sighed slightly. The opportunity had been given to him; whether he could seize it depended on his choice.

"Secretary Li, come in for a moment." Chen Yang picked up the phone and let Li Ningyu in.

A moment later, Li Ningyu pushed open the office door and walked in. Chen Yang handed the prepared press release to Li Ningyu and said slowly, "Secretary Li, post the announcement."

"Sir, the Tongji Office is going to be shut down? Why so suddenly?" Li Ningyu looked at the press release with some surprise and uncertainty.

"This is an order from above, just do as it's ordered. By the way, after you issue the notice, have Deputy Director Feng come over. I have something to discuss with him."

Li Ningyu nodded and said, "Yes, sir, I'll take care of it right away."

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Shanghai, French Concession, Vienna Café.

At 7 p.m., driver Lao Qi dropped Chen Yang off at the Vienna Café right on time.
Chen Yang pushed open the coffee shop door, looking for William's whereabouts, but in an instant, a beautiful figure sitting in the corner of the coffee shop caught Chen Yang's attention.

It is said that Chen Yang's true identity is a small business owner from the future world.

Living in a city like Hangzhou, Chen Yang had collaborated with many internet celebrities, both big and small, from home and abroad. While he wouldn't call himself a seasoned veteran, he had certainly seen his share of the world. Yet, when he saw that figure, he was still stunned by her beauty.

He was clearly a foreign friend, but he was wearing a moon-white soft satin cheongsam with grape buttons at the collar and silver thread embroidered lotus flowers on the edge.

The cuffs were cut into a three-quarter flared shape, revealing a section of her fair forearm. A jade bracelet adorned her wrist, its luster mirroring the color of her eyes, as cool and clear as the waters of West Lake.

The cheongsam is made of a thin, sheer fabric, and when the light shines through, the outline of the shoulder blades and shoulder blades is faintly visible. The perfect bust shape revealed by the cheongsam is like the undulating waves of the Atlantic Ocean, yet it is concealed by the demureness of the East.

Her face was like an oval painted with meticulous detail, its contours as even as the curves of Song Dynasty porcelain, with smooth lines from her cheekbones to her jaw, as if it had been carefully polished by the best craftsmen.

Her attire, imbued with oriental charm, was inlaid with French influences.

Her nose was delicate, like the tip of a white jade hairpin, with a slight hint of the crispness of a Western painting, while her lips had the gentle warmth of Jiangnan, like velvet soaked in bayberry juice, radiating a touch of vermilion luster.

His brownish-green pupils shimmered with an amber light under the glass lamp. His eyes were shaped like oriental willow leaves, but the corners drooped like French rose petals, revealing a hint of melancholy like misty rain.

Her gaze shifted, and when she looked at people, half of her pupils were hidden behind her eyelashes, like stars sinking into an ancient well, innocent yet exuding a captivating charm that seemed to hold back words.

Unlike traditional Chinese women, she held a slender cigarette between her fingers, the smoke curling around her bangs.

Her French-style side-swept bangs were cut perfectly, concealing her overly masculine hairline while still allowing one to appreciate her stunning beauty.

Such an outstanding girl is like a perfect work of art meticulously crafted by God, possessing an angelic face and a devilish figure, like an elf fallen from heaven to earth.

Chen Yang watched in amazement, marveling at how beautiful a foreigner could look in a Chinese cheongsam.

"Hey, Mr. Chen, when did you arrive?" Just as Chen Yang was sizing up the girl, a voice rang in his ear.

Chen Yang turned around at the sound, only to see that William had already come to his side at some point.

"It's exactly seven o'clock. Mr. Chen is very punctual."

Chen Yang replied with a smile, "Being on time is expected. Let's find a place to sit down and chat."

William said gently, "I've already found a seat, Mr. Chen. Your foundation probably hasn't found a suitable representative yet, has it?"

"Come, let me introduce you to a professional."

"Professional talent?" Before Chen Yang could refuse, William led him directly towards the girl's location.

For some reason, Chen Yang suddenly felt a sense of anticipation.

Even he himself didn't know what he was expecting.

Sure enough, William walked up to the girl and said to Chen Yang, "Mr. Chen, let me introduce you. This is Miss Elsa."

"According to your Chinese way of speaking, she should be my cousin."

"Don't let her young age fool you, I can assure you she is very professional."

The girl stubbed out her cigarette, extended her hand to Chen Yang, and smiled, "Hello, my name is Elsa, and I graduated from Oxford University in England."

Chen Yang reached out and gently grasped the other's small hand. The girl in front of him, who looked like an elf, had slender fingers, and the tips of her fingers still carried a faint smell of tobacco.

Hello, I'm Chen Yang.

(End of this chapter)