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

Chapter 76 This was last week, right?
Following the explosion at the Maigen Road supply warehouse.

Firefighters and police officers who rushed from the French Concession and the International Settlement were all blocked outside the supply warehouse by the Japanese in an extremely forceful manner.

Even the chief constable of the French Concession's Mailan Police Station was stopped at the door by the Japanese and not allowed to enter.

If it weren't for the heavy rain, with that kind of fire, the supply warehouse would probably have been reduced to a pile of charred remains by dawn.

Early morning, City Hall, office of the Director of Economic Affairs.

Chen Yang silently flipped through the list of supplies in his hand. Director Qin Gang of the First Department and Tang Yuelin of the Second Department stood to the side of the office, their eyes lowered, seemingly lost in thought.

"Director Qin and Director Tang's reports are quite good," Chen Yang said slowly after a while, putting down the report in his hand. "However, I feel like something is a little off here."

Qin Gang hurriedly explained, "Commander Chen, these figures were all verified and reported truthfully."

"The accounts for incoming and outgoing goods are absolutely correct,"

"If there are no problems with entering and leaving the warehouse, then there are really no problems?" Chen Yang clasped his hands together and stared at Qin Gang, saying, "Director Qin, I'm not someone who doesn't know how to appreciate kindness."

"We're all in this together, I won't do anything to take away someone else's livelihood."

"But don't treat me like a fool."

"If I were to submit your figures to the Special Higher Police, they would only need to check your train freight data for this period to find something amiss. You think you can just cover up more than two thousand tons of supplies like this?"

"Don't you understand the rules of acting? You have to follow them all."

"Hey, can you guys teach me what to do?"

Qin Gang's heart was in his throat, but Chen Yang's words were like a lifeline, instantly saving him from despair.

"Director Chen truly lives up to his reputation as a talent favored by His Excellency Iwai. Nothing we do can escape your notice." Tang Yuelin quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

"So, whose idea was this?" Chen Yang asked casually.

Qin Gang and Tang Yuelin exchanged a glance, and after a long while, Qin Gang slowly said, "It was Minister Chen who instructed us to do it."

“The project in Jinling has just started operating, and all departments are asking for help. Minister Chen felt that the deficit was too large and asked us to think of a solution.”

"The supply warehouse happened to be on fire, so we thought..."

Chen Yang raised his hand and said, "Since Minister Chen has entrusted this matter to you, you must handle it perfectly."

“If we just hand this over like this, and if we really investigate it, it will put Minister Chen in an unjust position.”

"Do you really think the Special Higher Police investigation team is a pushover?"

Qin Gang and Tang Yuelin immediately understood the hidden meaning in Chen Yang's words.

"Commander Chen, I wonder if you could help me?"

“We brothers worked so hard to get to this position. It would be such a waste if we lost everything because of this.”

"As long as the officer can help us get through this, we two brothers will never refuse any orders we may receive in the future, even if it means going through fire and water."

Chen Yang tapped his fingers lightly on the table, pondered for a long time, frowned and sighed, "This is a thousand or two tons of supplies, we definitely can't handle it."

"Okay, I'll try to figure something out for you, but..."

"Understood, completely understood," Qin Gang said obsequiously. "Commander Chen will help us find a solution; we'll naturally cover any expenses incurred."

Chen Yang nodded in satisfaction. "Alright, you can focus on your work and don't make this kind of basic mistake again."

"Otherwise, if we really get targeted, I can't protect you."

The two readily agreed, bowing and scraping as they left the office.

No sooner had the two directors left than Feng Jian from Tongji's office rushed in. "Sir, you're amazing! You predicted the supply warehouse would really have an accident!"

"Those gold."

"Shh," Chen Yang gestured for silence and said casually, "What gold? I don't know anything about gold."

"Pah, pah, pah, I was just talking nonsense. There's no gold at all." Feng Jian said in a low voice, "The truckload of goods that was reserved at the dispatch center has been delivered to the French Concession, and my elder brother took over it."

"Commander Chen, don't worry, with his abilities, he'll be able to process all of this very quickly."

"Moreover, gold is a hard currency, and there are plenty of people who want it, so there will be no mistakes whatsoever."

"By the way, what were Director Qin and Director Tang talking about so furtively earlier, Commander Chen? Could they be up to something behind your back?"

Chen Yang said unhappily, "Deputy Director Feng, a gentleman should speak frankly and directly when he goes out. It is not the behavior of a gentleman to talk about others behind their backs. Don't say such things that are not conducive to unity in the future."

"Besides, we all eat from the same pot, so helping others is helping yourself."

Feng Jian was taken aback for a moment, then quickly smiled and said, "Commander Chen is right. I will definitely pay attention in the future."

"If there's nothing else, I'll head back now."

"Wait a minute," Chen Yang said calmly, holding the pen in his hand, "I heard that Mr. Li of Wanxiangju is your brother."

Feng Jian was taken aback for a moment, then carefully smiled apologetically, "Nothing can be hidden from Commander Chen. Li Lang is my brother across the sea. He's the one who took over the acquisition of those gold, no, those supplies."

"Sir, don't worry, he's very tight-lipped and has a good reputation. Even if there's a problem, he won't expose us."

The so-called half-brothers are like brothers separated by mountains, while half-brothers are like brothers separated by seas.

Feng Jian's mother was originally from the countryside. She got married and had children when she was a teenager, but due to poverty, her husband died young from overwork.

The elders of the clan, seeing that they were an orphan and a widow, harbored evil intentions, forced them to leave, and seized their land.

Perhaps it was fate that she was destined to die, but when Feng Jian's mother was stranded in Nanjing, she was spotted by Feng Jian's father and taken home.

Feng Jian's father originally thought that he was too old to have children, so he naturally took extra care of the child his mother brought.

Who would have thought that, like an old clam giving birth to a pearl, Feng Jian's mother, already in her forties, gave him a huge surprise by giving birth to a son.

By this time, Li Lang had also started a family and made a living in Shanghai. The two brothers were more than twenty years apart in age, and of course, no one knew that Feng Jian, the deputy director of Tongji Office, and Li Lang, the manager of Wanxiangju, were brothers.

Chen Yang put down his pen and said, "Perfect timing, I have a small favor to ask your brother."

Feng Jian quickly said, "Sir, you're too kind. If there's anything we brothers need to do, just give the order."

Chen Yang nodded slightly, opened the drawer, and took out a strangely shaped wine bottle.

“I saw this a few days ago while I was strolling around the market.”

"I just like these weird and unusual things."

"The shopkeeper said that this is a wine vessel used by high-ranking officials and nobles during the Shang and Zhou dynasties. It is a rare and priceless treasure, worth at least 30,000 silver dollars."

"I want your brother to see this and write a note to prove that this thing is worth 30,000 silver dollars."

Feng Jian was taken aback upon hearing this. He carefully took the wine cup from Chen Yang and examined it several times.

But the more he looked at it, the more something seemed off—the shape, the color, and the texture.

Hmm, this doesn't look like it's from the Shang or Zhou dynasty; it looks more like it's from last week.
Feng Jian swallowed hard, about to speak, when Chen Yang raised his hand to interrupt him.

"I know what you're trying to say. Just take the things to your older brother, and he'll know what's going on at a glance."

(End of this chapter)