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

Chapter 109 Receiving Information
Matsui Izo and Nohara Takeo exchanged a glance. Nohara Takeo said, "Chen-san, you also know what we mean by non-commercial goods."

"These supplies were originally intended for the security forces in Hangzhou and Nanjing."

"We took a huge risk when we took action."

"If possible, I hope you can get rid of them as soon as possible."

Chen Yang smiled and said, "That's not the problem. The problem is, what kind of cooperation do you want?"

Takeo Nohara said, "There are two options. One is that we will sell it to you at 80% of the market price in one go, but we will not care how it is transported or sold."

“If any problems arise in the middle, Mr. Chen, you will be responsible for them.”

"The second method is to use our connections to transport the goods to Shanghai, but this is very risky and we need enough money to bribe officials."

"But the advantage is that it's safe enough. As for the price, we need to add 30% as a shipping cost."

"Wow, these two Japanese devils are much more ruthless than me," Chen Yang thought to himself. "I only charge a 10% commission for transporting goods for others."

These two guys immediately raised the price by 30%, isn't that disrupting market prices?

“You two have a good plan,” Chen Yang said with a smile. “May I see how much of this shipment there is first?”

Takeo Nohara nodded to Izo Matsui, who then quickly handed Chen Yang a list of supplies he had prepared in advance.

The so-called non-commercial supplies are military supplies such as medicines, munitions, fuel, and radios.

This shipment included sixty boxes of medicine, rifles, light machine guns, grenade launchers, and some battlefield first-aid kits.

These items don't take up much space in transportation; even if you use large trucks to transport them, it would only take two or three truckloads.

However, the price was really good; the other party quoted 300,000 silver dollars for just these sixty boxes of medicine.

The average price is 5,000 yuan per box. If it's sulfonamide tablets, that price is too expensive, but if it's an injection, that price is too cheap.

Chen Yang also sold sulfonamide injections. This drug varies by region. The one he sold before was from Bayer in Germany, and the quality and price were both excellent.

But if it's made in Japan, it's much cheaper, between $1.5 and $2 per vial. A box contains only 120 small boxes, with 12 vials in each small box. The medicine costs around $2,500, or about 8,000 to 9,000 dollars. It can't compare to the German imports in terms of either quantity or quality.

If it were pills, it would be much cheaper. The cost of one Japanese-made sulfonamide anti-inflammatory drug is about seven cents to one silver dollar, and a box of medicine would cost at most a thousand silver dollars.

Matsui Izo noticed Chen Yang's confusion and quickly explained, "The medicine is half injection and half tablets. The market price is about 320,000 silver dollars, but now it's only 300,000 silver dollars."

"The total value of the weapons was about 180,000, plus some battlefield first aid kits, each costing 2.5 yuan, a total of six items, which came to 20,000 silver dollars."

"Therefore, the total value of this batch of goods is 500,000 silver dollars."

“If Mr. Chen transports it himself, we will only charge 400,000 silver dollars. But if we transport it to Shanghai, it will cost 650,000 silver dollars.”

Chen Yang silently calculated in his mind that this price was not much different from their quoted price.

"Mr. Matsui, Mr. Nohara, your offers are very reasonable, and I'm very interested," Chen Yang said slowly. "I'll transport the goods myself. How do you plan to collect the payment?"

Matsui Izō said in a low voice, "Minister Suzuhara said that Mr. Chen can help us turn the money into legal income. I don't know if it's true."

“Of course, we always offer after-sales service,” Chen Yang said with a smile. “As long as the transaction is completed, I guarantee you will receive your money.”

Takeo Nohara and Iso Matsui raised their glasses at the same time and said, "No problem, Mr. Chen, I wish us a pleasant collaboration."

"cheers."

...Mingzhu Park, Shanghai.

In June, the air in Zhabei is thick and humid.

The sycamore trees in Mingzhu Park spread out their dense green canopies, and cicadas chirped tirelessly among the branches and leaves, their voices almost drowning out the distant shouts of vendors.

As evening approached and the heat subsided, more people began to gather in the park to cool off.

An elderly man fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, children chasing and playing, and young men and women holding hands and talking quietly in twos and threes added a few fleeting moments of warmth to this corner amidst the turbulent times.

Zhao Peng was wearing a light blue long gown, dark gray trousers of the same material, and a pair of worn-out cloth shoes.

Upon entering the park, he held a rolled-up copy of the Ta Kung Pao newspaper in his hand, but his gaze, peering through his glasses, calmly scanned his surroundings.

Around noon, he received a message from his online contact, codenamed "Driver," instructing him to go to Mingzhu Park in Zhabei District at 6 PM to receive intelligence.

After receiving the message, Zhao Peng was not overjoyed, but instead fell into deep thought.

He had been a member of the organization for quite some time and was originally full of confidence in the revolution. However, as he spent more and more time in Shanghai, the city's dazzling lights and vibrant nightlife gradually affected his inner world.

Coupled with the successive defeats in the Battle of Shanghai, Nanjing, and Xuzhou, he felt that he had lost all hope.

Therefore, after careful consideration, he chose to betray the revolution and side with the Japanese.

However, he didn't have many bargaining chips to betray the revolution. To show his sincerity, the first person he betrayed was his good friend, Fang Guohua.

After gaining the Japanese people's trust, he betrayed the lynx.

The Japanese were very satisfied with his performance; however, as his chips dwindled, Zhao Peng began to get anxious.

The only person he can contact now is his superior, the leader of the Shanghai intelligence team codenamed "The Coachman".

I met with Matsui Yokoji a few days ago to discuss this matter. He confidently asserted that if the Japanese could capture this rickshaw driver, they would definitely be able to uncover the underground Communist Party transportation station hidden in the International Settlement.

Matsui Yokoji also gave him enough benefits and promised him that if he could catch the coachman, he would let him join the Special Higher Police.

However, the coachman was much more cautious than a novice like Lynx.

Unless absolutely necessary, he rarely met with Zhao Peng, and this time was no exception. The driver simply left him a message to receive intelligence, but the other party still didn't mention meeting him.

The golden rays of the setting sun slanted through the pillars of the long corridor, casting long shadows on the ground.

The sounds of people, cicadas, and children screaming in the distance mingled together in the park.

After confirming that the surrounding area was safe, Zhao Peng decisively went to the location of the dead mailbox, in front of a statue in a corner of the park.

His hand was pretending to stroke the statue, but in reality, he was pinpointing the location of the dead mailbox.

After running his fingers around the lower half of the sculpture, Zhao Peng quickly found a raised area. He pressed it hard, and a pre-prepared slip of paper fell into his palm.

Zhao Peng glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention, then tucked the note into his palm and quickly walked to the park streetlight.

By the light of the streetlamp, Zhao Peng opened the note, a look of surprise immediately appearing in his eyes.

"At 7 p.m. tomorrow, assist Qinghu and the special envoy of the New Army in completing the drug transaction, and send them to the Jiangnan Wharf to leave Shanghai by boat."

(End of this chapter)