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

Chapter 21 This is a Virgin

"7:30 pm, don't get the time wrong."

"Come find me at this address after the transaction is complete. Don't bring any weapons; it's taboo in our line of work."

Immediately afterwards, Lin Xueyi gave some instructions on the rules of the transaction, nagging for more than half an hour before he finally explained them clearly. After he finished speaking, he turned and left the study, rushing out the door without even eating dinner.

The servants in the house were used to this scene; the family had long since fallen apart and no longer resembled a home.

The eldest daughter is over thirty and still unmarried, arguing with the master every day they meet. The eldest son is always scheming to take over the old man's family business. The second son is even more outrageous; he's in his thirties and still follows a bunch of thugs, causing trouble with territory, chopping chicken heads, burning yellow paper, and swearing brotherhood, putting loyalty first.

Well, in short, apart from the young master, the whole family has some kind of illness.

That's the situation, but no one dared to say a word. They just did their own thing under the direction of the housekeeper, Aunt Gui.
Shanghai, Chinese-controlled area, Maoming Road, Kuixingji Cotton Yarn Factory warehouse.

The original owner of this cotton yarn factory was Zheng Kui, a native of Sanshui, Ning City.

Ningbo is not far from Shanghai. In order to make a living, people from Ningbo are willing to give up the comfortable environment of Hangzhou, the provincial capital, and go to Shanghai.

The two main types of businesses that people from Ningbo can do in Shanghai are nothing more than two.

One option was to open a cotton yarn factory, and the Lin family was one of them.

Lin Zonghan is from Shangyu, Ningbo. More than 20 years ago, he brought his family to Shanghai to make a living. More than 10 years ago, he started his business with a cotton yarn factory and became a wealthy merchant.

Another option is the preferred choice for Ning City residents who don't have much money: tobacco exchange shops.

Tobacco shops are somewhat similar to convenience stores of the future, but they are quite different from mainstream grocery stores.

Half of a cigarette exchange shop's business is selling cigarettes, and the other half is giving customers change and charging a certain handling fee.

Although this job doesn't earn much money, if a hardworking young man can get up early and work late without finding it troublesome, he can still support his family, even if he doesn't achieve great success.

At 7:30 p.m., Chen Yang arrived at the entrance of Kuixingji Cotton Yarn Factory in a rickshaw.

After paying the fare, Chen Yang glanced at the time, walked to the entrance of the cotton mill, and knocked on the window of the security room.

"Excuse me, I have an appointment with Mr. Guo."

The doorman pushed open the glass door, looked Chen Yang up and down for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "Smooth sailing, with mountains and sea behind you?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Yang replied, "With no wind or waves, I'll use your esteemed location to travel by water."

The visitor was somewhat surprised. Chen Yang had said that he was just an ordinary person with no powerful connections, and that he was here today to do business through a middleman.

This kid has some nerve.

"Go in." The doorman pressed a switch, and the door instantly popped open a crack.

Chen Yang said thank you, then turned around and reminded him, "Excuse me, the delivery truck will be here soon, could you please do me a favor?"

As he spoke, Chen Yang took out a pack of Hademen cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to the doorman.

Wow, this kid's got it. The most popular cigarettes in Shanghai are nothing more than Lao Dao and Hademen.

Only the wealthy can afford imported cigarettes like Camel.

If compared to later generations, this Hademen is about the same level as a high-end Chinese cigarette, no wonder the doorman was as happy as a trumpet flower.

He couldn't bear to buy such good cigarettes.

Chen Yang pushed open the warehouse door, and four or five burly men with bare chests and arms immediately surrounded him upon seeing him enter. The leader apologized and asked Chen Yang to raise his hands, then checked him thoroughly to see if he had brought anything with him.

After confirming that the other party was unarmed, the leader winked at his henchman and said politely, "Sir, we apologize for the intrusion. Please follow him."

The two walked one after the other to the entrance of the warehouse in the middle. The underling's rank was obviously not high enough, so he could only go to the entrance and then report to the people inside. Immediately afterwards, two more people came out to welcome Chen Yang in.

Chen Yang couldn't help but admire how well these people followed the rules, with clear hierarchical distinctions.
Upon entering the warehouse, one sees a middle-aged man dressed in black standing with one foot on a stool. On the table in front of him are scattered peanuts, green beans, chicken, pork bones, and a jar of yellow wine.

The middle-aged man sized Chen Yang up and down for a moment before suddenly asking, "Young man, were you introduced by Boss Xu Biao? Where are your goods?"

Chen Yang checked the time: "We should be there soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, a henchman ran in from outside and whispered a few words in the black-clad man's ear.

The man in black frowned, glanced at Chen Yang, nodded, and whispered a few words to his henchman.

The henchman nodded hurriedly in agreement and dashed out in a flash.

The man in black called out to those around him, and several men surrounded him. The man in black then whispered a few words to them.

The group of people immediately dispersed, and the first few worked together to open the warehouse door. A moment later, a truck drove in.

Chen Yang recognized the driver; it was none other than Shinichi Ando.

"The goods have been delivered, Mr. Chen, thank you for your hard work." Shinichi Ando leaned close to Chen Yang and whispered, then turned around and told his men sitting on the truck bed to unload the medicine from the truck.

After unloading the medicine, Shinichi Ando was about to leave when Chen Yang leaned closer and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Ando-kun, I need to trouble you with something else. Take someone to this address and wait for me." As he spoke, Chen Yang handed him a note he had prepared beforehand.

Shinichi Ando glanced at the note, then handed it to the driver. The driver started the car, put it in reverse, and sped off with the group of people away from the warehouse. The speed of the operation was astonishing.

"Boss, let's check the goods." Chen Yang didn't have time for pleasantries. He walked over to the goods, tore open the seal, took out a large box, opened the packaging, and handed it to the other party.

"Sulfonamide injection, twelve vials per box, one hundred boxes per carton, there are twenty cartons here in total, could you have someone check if the numbers are correct?"

The man in black looked somewhat astonished. Twenty boxes of sulfonamide injections were laid out in front of him, and the other party didn't seem afraid that they would have any ulterior motives.

This doesn't make sense. This is someone else's territory, and Chen Yang is all alone. Where does he get his confidence from?

There are only two possibilities in this situation: either this guy is a hothead, but judging from his sharp suit and piercing eyes, he doesn't seem like such a reckless person.

Then there's another possibility: this guy has powerful connections, and at least doesn't care about his own abilities.

After examining the goods for a while, one of the henchmen suddenly looked grim, as if he had discovered something serious: "Boss, something's not right. These goods seem to be from the French."

The burly man in black still didn't understand what the other person meant: "So what if they're French? Who cares what country they're from? You just need to check if the stuff is real or fake."

“The medicine is real.” The henchman whispered in the black-clad man’s ear, “Brother, have you forgotten? These past few months, all the French goods have been seized by the Anti-Smuggling Division of the Gendarmerie Headquarters.”

The burly man in black instantly became alert: "Little Ma, you mean these guys all come from the Military Police Headquarters?"

The man named Xiao Ma nodded and said, "It looks very similar. These goods all have seal marks on them, as if they were just torn off."

"Brother, this man is probably working for the Japanese."

"Are you two ever going to stop chattering?" Chen Yang couldn't stand it anymore.

I don't need to do things for them; they're more likely to do things for me...

(End of this chapter)