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

Chapter 15: Turning against guests
Lin Mansion, Ferguson Road, Shanghai.

After meeting with Jianbing, Chen Yang felt a heavy weight in his heart.

Perhaps it was because the words "Long Live the People" were too heavy that Chen Yang felt as if he were carrying a burden of millions of pounds.

"Young Master, what's wrong?" Lin Yongren carried a pot of tea to Chen Yang's side and skillfully brewed and poured the tea for him.

"It's nothing," Chen Yang replied casually, then suddenly asked Lin Yongren, who was making tea in front of him, "Ren, you're doing so well at the Lin family, why did you decide to go out and do business on your own?"

Lin Yongren paused in mid-air for a moment, then naturally poured the tea.

“Young Master, I am not like you.”

“You are the young master, a person of high status, while I am just an insignificant servant.”

"Of course, I didn't complain. My father was a servant, so I should naturally be a servant too. But things are different now."

“My wife is pregnant. If I don’t go out, my child will be a servant in the future.”

“I can be a servant, but not my child.”

Chen Yang's heart stirred slightly upon hearing this, but he still kindly reminded him, "Aren, doing business is risky. Don't be fooled by how much others are making. If you make the wrong decision, you could lose everything."

"You have a family and children now, I think you should seek a stable life."

Lin Yongren smiled: "Young Master, you are such a good person."

“I know there are risks in doing business, but as we Chinese often say, it’s better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix.”

"My child may not be very successful in the future, but he will have more choices than I do."

"Young Master, I no longer have the right to choose my life, but I hope he does."

Lin Yongren's words made Chen Yang's eyes light up instantly. "Yes, it's better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix."

“Ah Ren, you are indeed a qualified father.”

"Alright, I can help you, but let me make this clear from the start: you'll only have a 10% stake if you provide three shops."

"If you're willing to agree, I..."

"Yes, of course I agree." Before Chen Yang could finish speaking, Lin Yongren agreed without hesitation.

Chen Yang couldn't help but remind him, "Ah Ren, it's ten percent, did you not hear me clearly?"

Lin Yongren nodded and said, "I understand, Young Master. You must have your reasons for making this distribution."

"I believe you will never treat me unfairly."

Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, then he laughed: "Ah Ren, congratulations on making a very correct choice."

*****
Shanghai, Chuanbei Road, Japanese cuisine.

This is a restaurant run by Japanese people. The owner is from Hokkaido and makes excellent sashimi.

Of course, what's even more appealing than the sashimi is the restaurant's owner.

It is well known that the height of Japanese soldiers has always been criticized by the Chinese, and even the Russians referred to Japanese soldiers as "little radish heads".

However, the restaurant owner is clearly not a pure-blooded Japanese.

She is nearly 1.65 meters tall, with a voluptuous figure and a strong sense of being a married woman.

The moment Chen Yang saw her, he inexplicably thought of a dark arts teacher he admired most in his past life, Minagi.

"Guest, how can I help you?" The proprietress spoke in a gentle voice. Hmm, not only did they look alike, but their voices were also very similar.

“I’m looking for Yusuke Ino; he’s the one who invited me.” “Oh, so you’re Ino-kun’s guest. He’s been waiting for you upstairs for a long time.”

The proprietress clearly knew Yusuke Ino, and their relationship must have been quite special. When Chen Yang mentioned his name, she became noticeably more polite.

"Guest, please follow me, watch out for the steps."

As she spoke, the proprietress took small, quick steps and led Chen Yang to a private room on the second floor of the restaurant.

At the far end of the second floor, the proprietress pushed open the door to the private room and bowed slightly, saying, "Please come in, guests."

"Mr. Chen, you're right on time. Looks like there's good news today." A cheerful voice rang out from the private room: "Come, come, have a seat."

Yusuke Ino stood up, bowed slightly, and then invited Chen Yang to sit down.

Chen Yang bowed slightly in return, took off his shoes, and sat down opposite Yusuke Ino.

The proprietress knelt to one side and poured sake for the two of them.

"Mr. Chen, please."

Yusuke Ino picked up his cup, made an inviting gesture to Chen Yang, and then drank it down in one gulp.

Chen Yang also drank a cup of sake, and after putting down the cup, he said calmly, "Ino-kun, actually, you don't need to be so happy so soon. I think you might be disappointed by my answer."

Yusuke Ino's expression stiffened as he looked at Chen Yang and said, "So, Mr. Chen intends to decline our invitation."

Chen Yang didn't say anything, but picked up his wine glass and took another sip. Ino Yusuke breathed a sigh of relief and winked at the proprietress next to him.

The proprietress immediately stood up, bowed slightly to the two of them, said "Enjoy your meal," and then left.

“Mr. Chen, it’s very safe here. Is there anything you’re worried about? We can talk about it openly.”

Chen Yang smiled and said, "Ino-kun, you gave me two choices before: either join or die."

"Personally, I think there is actually a third path I can take."

"It's about you joining my plan."

Yusuke Ino was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Chen-san, do you know what you're saying? What qualifications do you have to ask us to join your plan?"

"Besides, do you even know how much strength we really have? Young man, you are far too arrogant."

Chen Yang took a sip of sake and said, "I don't need to know how strong you are. I only know one thing."

"Your thinking is really outdated."

“Today, you are still using the method of ants moving house to plunder supplies. For a full six months, more than 180 days, you have only sold a little over 170 tons of supplies.”

"According to my calculations, each of you will receive less than 20,000 silver dollars."

"With such a small amount of money, he has the audacity to claim that he can make me richer than my uncle within a year."

Yusuke Ino's face flushed red and then turned pale: "Chen-san, you don't understand. If people find out about smuggling goods, you'll lose your head. Being safe is the most important thing."

"The figure of 170 tons is only temporary. Once all aspects are on track, this number will grow rapidly."

"Getting on track? How long will that take? Six months, a year, or two?" Chen Yang sneered. "You people are so timid and hesitant. At the slightest sign of trouble, you want to eliminate all possible clues to avoid getting into trouble yourself."

"Even if you had more time, you still wouldn't be able to design a perfect sales strategy."

"Since we've started, we need to be bold. We need to get supplies in and out quickly; speed is money."

“You may lack connections, but I do; you may lack courage, but I do too. So, this time it shouldn’t be you asking me to join, but rather you cooperating with me.”

(End of this chapter)