Crossing the spy war, my code name is God of Wealth

He Yuehua's voice had just fallen when Song Jiayu's voice came from behind: "Secretary He, you don't seem to have finished listening."

Song Jiayu walked into the office in her high heels, took out a telegram and handed it respectfully to Chen Yang.

"Congratulations, Minister Chen."

"I just told Secretary He that your wife gave birth to a son, and she came running in eagerly."

"This is a message from Mr. George. Your wife, Mrs. Hayley, gave birth smoothly at 11 o'clock last night."

"They were twins, a boy weighing 2650 grams and a girl weighing 2850 grams. After the doctor's examination, both children are very healthy. Everything is going well. Both mother and child are safe."

Twins, twins, or twin boys and girls...

Now it was Chen Yang's turn to be surprised. In that era, there was no such thing as B-ultrasound, so twins could not be detected.

However, when Chen Yang recalled, Haley's belly when she was pregnant was indeed bigger than that of an ordinary pregnant woman.

At that time, Chen Yang just thought that because of the differences in races between Easterners and Westerners, the children might be bigger, but he didn't expect that such a great combination would come.

Chen Yang took the telegram, read it carefully twice, and instantly couldn't close his mouth...

Qingqi Qingyin stepped forward and patted Chen Yang on the shoulder: "Okay, Chen Sang, you either don't have any children or you have two in your lifetime, you are really amazing."

Chen Yang quickly said modestly: "Luck, just luck."

Fujiwara Nao on the side was also sighing in his heart, he is indeed a blessed man, the heaven is helping Chen Yang.

If she gave birth to a son, Li Xianshu would certainly be very happy.

But if it is twins, it is not as simple as one plus one. Li Xianshu absolutely cannot resist the temptation of two children, a boy and a girl, calling her "Grandma".

This is a very traditional woman, and inheritance means much more to her than anything else.

At this time, as long as she knew the news, she would be eager to go to Europe.

"Mr. Fujiwara, let me introduce you," Chen Yang finally recovered and said to Fujiwara Nao, "This is Ms. Song Yilin, the secretary of Director Jason of Huafu Fund."

"Private secretary to Minister Jason of the Huafu Foundation."

Fujiwara Nao stood up and bowed slightly to Song Jiayu, who also politely saluted.

"Chen Yang, I won't stay long since you have guests. I will take the Kawasaki freighter back to Japan tomorrow. You can solve the Black Dragon Society's problem yourself. Now that you have a child, you need to think carefully about him."

Chen Yang bowed and said, "Mr. Fujiwara, I understand."

On April 11, 1942, the Black Dragon Society, Japan's largest transportation organization, suddenly announced major personnel changes. At that time, President Kazuo Yamamoto resigned from the position of president due to health problems.

Afterwards, the Secretary-General of the Black Dragon Society, Yoshiya Yamamoto, submitted his resignation to the board of directors due to poor health. Another direct descendant of the Yamamoto family, Hiroshi Yamamoto, died on the spot due to an accident while driving.

After a vote, the Black Dragon Society's board of directors decided that Vice President Chen Yang would serve as the president and secretary general of the board of directors, and Yamamoto Masahiro would serve as the assistant to the president of the Black Dragon Society. In order to expand the business of the Black Dragon Society, Chen Yang specially hired Okita Keiji as the director of the overseas investment department after taking office....

The Black Dragon Society's transformation had just been completed. On April 25, , the USS Hornet, carrying modified B bombers, appeared in the Pacific Ocean. Then, the bombing of Tokyo occurred. This incident also represented the official declaration of war by the United States against Japan....

More than two years passed in the blink of an eye. On August 6, 1945, American bombers dropped the second atomic bomb on Japan. This became the last straw that broke the camel's back for Japan. Emperor Showa could not withstand the pressure and finally announced his unconditional surrender to the Allies.

In Shanghai, three days before the surrender signing ceremony, the Military Police Command in Shanghai and the Chinese Expeditionary Force Command have issued orders requiring the troops to unconditionally hand over their weapons to the Nationalist army.

At night, the business where Tang Xin worked was brightly lit. The shopkeeper was calculating the details of the recent arrival of materials. A black Buick sedan stopped silently at the door of the business.

"Ms. Song, it's you." The shopkeeper obviously knew the fashionably dressed director of the Asia Department of Huafu Fund.

"Are you here to see Miss Tang?"

Song Jiayu smiled at the shopkeeper: "Is Miss Tang here? I'll take her somewhere."

"She just went upstairs. I'll go call her for you," the shopkeeper replied politely and trotted upstairs to call someone.

There was a sound of footsteps, and Tang Xin walked down the stairs with sleepy eyes open: "Miss Song, is there anything you need at this late hour?"

Song Jiayu came forward and whispered something into Tang Xin's ear. Tang Xin was suddenly shocked. After thinking for a moment, he turned back and said to the shopkeeper, "I'll be out for a while and will be back soon."

After saying that, Tang Xin followed Song Jiayu into the Buick sedan.

The car drove all the way out of the city for two hours and finally arrived at a desolate place where various tombstones were scattered everywhere.

It is obviously what people call a mass grave.

After the car stopped, Song Jiayu pointed to a place not far away and said, "He's waiting for you there, go over there."

As the night was dark and the evening breeze was blowing, a slender figure appeared in front of a tombstone not far away.

"Minister Chen?" Tang Xin called out cautiously. The figure turned around and it was Chen Yang.

"Why did Minister Chen think of asking me to come here in the middle of the night?" Tang Xin felt much more at ease after seeing Chen Yang, and did not care that this place was a gloomy and terrifying mass grave.

"Do you know who is buried here?" Chen Yang asked without thinking.

"Here?" Tang Xin looked at the back of Chen Yang in confusion. There was a large area of ​​tombstones without names.

Although it looks messy, there are no weeds on it, and it is obvious that someone has taken good care of it.

"I don't know," Tang Xin answered honestly.

Chen Yang said slowly: "There are a total of sixty-three tombstones here, forty-one of which are military agents, thirteen are from the Central Bureau of Investigation, and nine are from the Red Party."

"Their deaths are more or less related to me."

Tang Xin was shocked when she heard this, and her whole body began to tremble. She obviously knew that what she heard was a huge secret.

"Looking at your reaction, huh, you guessed it right."

"I am a special agent of the Military Control Commission. In 1937, I was ordered by Luo Bochuan, an instructor of the Fuxing Society, to hide in Shanghai and collect intelligence on the Japanese organization. My code name is God of Wealth."

really...

After hearing this, Tang Xin was completely stunned.

"I know it's hard for you to believe, but I didn't ask you to come here today just to make you believe it. I want to ask you, if possible, can you help me to properly place these brothers who died during the Anti-Japanese War? I'm leaving now, and I may never have the chance to come back in my lifetime."

Chen Yang took out another dollar and handed it to Tang Xin: "This is the deposit you paid for buying the development rights of Outer Mongolia. As long as you agree, Huafu Fund's development zone in Outer Mongolia will be yours."

"Besides this, I have prepared something else for you."

Chen Yang handed a special key to Tang Xin and said, "Here are the soldiers' diaries, photos, and various materials on the atrocities committed by the Japanese army that I collected in the logistics department."

“It will be of great use in the future.”

Tang Xin held the dollar and the key, and after a long silence, she suddenly asked without thinking, "Why did you choose this path?"

Chen Yang smiled, squatted down, picked up a handful of soil, wrapped it in a handkerchief, put it in his pocket, and then said seriously: "I am a Chinese."

The answer to everything is these six words...

Under the cover of night, a plane took off from an unknown airport. No one knew where the plane was heading. All everyone knew was that the Minister of the Joint Transport Department, who controlled the largest transportation agency of the Japanese, had disappeared the night before the Japanese surrender.

Some said he was executed by the Military Control Commission, some said he committed suicide out of fear of punishment, and some said he fled abroad. In short, no one has seen him since then...

Complete book...

When the author saw these three words, his eyes suddenly turned red. I don't know what the purpose of the person who reported me was, but he must be a professional. The reason for his report was that the overall orientation was bad and the style of painting was not good, which was tantamount to sentencing this book to death.

If I were 20 years old this year, I would do everything I could to compete with him in real life, but I am already a middle-aged man with children and parents.

Sometimes I really want to be like Chen Jiaji in the book, able to control the situation and make plans, but I am just an ordinary person after all, and I can’t even control myself.

The moment I learned that my book was sentenced to death, I was very calm. I wasn't as angry as I had imagined, nor did I burst into tears of grief. I didn't want to find anyone to complain to. I just had red eyes and felt a little disappointed.

I can't understand it. He knew that the author had lost his ability to work normally and could only rely on writing books to support his family. How could he be so cruel to kill him and not even give him a chance to revise his work?

Four hundred and sixty-eight days of hard work went to waste just because of his report...

However, I want to say seriously that the author is not so easily defeated...

I am not afraid of him reporting me. All the stories are in my mind, which he cannot block. I can change the platform and continue writing.

The new book is on Qidian. The title is "Spy War, Taijun is right, I am really an undercover agent"...

Thank you for your company and support over the past 400 days. Qidian.com has not published the new book yet. I am temporarily sorting out the outline and writing the beginning. You can follow the author's account: Cong Shi...

Once again, I bow to all of you godfathers and express my gratitude...