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

"How was this telegram sent?" The middle-aged man quickly calmed down and asked a question instead of taking the telegram.

The newspaper said that the gendarmerie killed dozens of agents on the spot and seized three radio stations. This number completely matches the number of the original undercover team.

So, where did this survivor get the radio to send the telegram?

"It was sent from the radio station in Suzhou." The visitor said, "People from Suzhou were ordered to enter Shanghai to verify the authenticity of the news in the newspaper. Qiu Chan found a survivor in Wutong Road Park who left a message in a dead mailbox saying "Survived the disaster, waiting for instructions from headquarters."

"Okay, okay," he laughed, took the telegram from the other party's hand, and read it up and down twice.

"God of Wealth? Who is it?" He handed the telegram to Chen Gongshu who was standing beside him and looked at Chen Gongshu with some confusion.

God of Wealth? It was him.

After reading the telegram, Chen Gongshu's face lit up and he said, "Director, please wait a moment."

Having said that, Chen Gongshu quickly ran out of the office. After a while, he returned to the office with a file bag.

Panting, Chen Gongshu handed the file bag to the other party and said, "This is the file of the God of Wealth."

"The God of Wealth, whose original name was Chen Yang, was born in the fourth year of the Republic of China. He was from Wuzhou, Zhejiang Province. In the 23rd year of the Republic of China, he was discovered by Luo Baichuan, a teacher of the Renaissance Society, in Jinling and joined the Renaissance Society."

"This person is quite a genius, that is..."

The middle-aged man listened to Chen Gongshu's story while flipping through the archives. After a while, he seemed to remember something and said, "Well, I seem to have some impression of this person."

"Is he the one who escaped three times during the capture drills held by the Training Department?"

Chen Gongshu said seriously: "The director has a good memory, it's him."

"This person is indeed very capable. When he was young, his family made a living by sailing. He followed his father Chen Zhongxian to do business since he was a child. He is proficient in eleven languages, including French, Japanese, and English. He is also very good at makeup, infiltration, reconnaissance behind enemy lines, communication skills, fighting, firearms, and other special agent skills."

“After joining the Renaissance Society, his overall performance is somewhat disappointing, but his potential is indeed extraordinary.”

The middle-aged man pointed at the comment "Outstanding ability, but not worth using" and asked in confusion, "What does this comment mean?"

Chen Gongshu said somewhat embarrassedly: "This man is very courageous and ruthless, and has a long-term vision, but his work style is not right, he is greedy for money and lustful, and he has all the problems of ordinary men."

"However, he is indeed very capable. During training, he was able to sneak out of the barracks under heavy martial law, run outside to get cigarettes and alcohol, and then resell them to his classmates."

"Even Brother Baichuan cannot compare to this ability of stealing things."

"Brother Baichuan also strongly recommended this person for this undercover mission. I hope that after a period of experience, he can become a capable general and train elites for the party and the country."

"To be honest, I'm not surprised at all that this man was able to escape the gendarmerie."

"If you are afraid of death, then you are afraid of death. What do you mean by being overly cautious?" The middle-aged man sneered and mercilessly exposed Chen Gongshu's whitewashed words.

He is afraid of death, greedy for money and lustful. He is really useless.

After reading the file carefully twice, he casually put it on the desk in front of him, closed his eyes and wondered what he was thinking.

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Gong Shu, do you think the God of Wealth is loyal to the Party and the country?"

Chen Gongshu was slightly stunned and asked, "Does the Bureau Chief suspect that the God of Wealth has defected to the enemy?"

"No, no, no, although Chen Yang's character has some flaws, he is absolutely loyal to the Party and the country."

As the captain of the training brigade, Chen Gongshu is extremely protective of his subordinates.

These elite troops who were ordered to lurk in Shanghai were all students he had trained personally. They dared to stand up and go deep behind enemy lines when the country was in danger. There is absolutely no doubt about their loyalty.

Even if he took a step back and said from a personal perspective, he didn't think Chen Yang would betray him. This guy was like a little loach, slippery all over, and impossible to catch unless there was enough evidence to prove that he had defected to the enemy.

But he didn't think so.

As a leader of the intelligence agency, he was very clear about the capabilities of the Japanese military police, which were not at the same level as the National Army.

Being able to freely enter and exit the heavily guarded military camp of the National Army does not mean that he can escape the encirclement of the gendarmerie.

Moreover, the telegram did not explain how this person escaped. If he had surrendered to the enemy, the consequences would be disastrous...

Apart from anything else, he will definitely not be able to escape the charge of not knowing the person, and the old man will be very disappointed in him.

When the time comes, the new department...

He didn't dare to gamble.

Chen Gongshu hesitated for a moment and asked, "Then how do we place him?"

"This is a living chess piece. It would be a pity to just throw it away like this."

Of course, he also knew that with Chen Yang as a chess piece, this covert operation would not be a complete failure.

The official residence's evaluation of him would also improve, but he was suspicious by nature, and he didn't dare to take such a big risk before it was completely proven that Chen Yang was fine.

"Is there anyone else in Shanghai who can be used?"

"Yes, the Thrush Team has always been in single-line communication, and they have not been exposed."

"Very good, Gongshu, now I have two things for you to do. First, order the God of Wealth to find out the whole story of the 11/29 incident and find out who is at fault. Before receiving a reply, you are not allowed to issue any instructions to him. All previous layouts of the Shanghai Stock Exchange, including the dead mailbox, are abandoned."

"Second, you go to Peking in person. I want you to kill someone."

"Kill? Who?"

"Chairman of the Administrative Committee of the Provisional Government of the Pseudo-Republic of China, Wang Keming."

"Boss, I'm leaving. What will happen to the God of Wealth?"

"Let Yaoquan be in charge of the God of Wealth. After something like this happens, you and I both need to investigate ourselves. I sent you out to avoid suspicion."

"Zheng Jiemin, he, eh." Chen Gongshu hesitated for a moment, but finally saluted and retreated.

Shanghai, Zhabei slum.

At noon, Chen Yang slowly came out of the prostitute Xiaoyu's house, bought a newspaper from the newsboy, and walked to the street food stand as if he knew the place well.

After the Battle of Shanghai broke out, the entire Shanghai city fell into panic, and the slums were no exception.

Merchants traveling from north to south and local thugs all huddled together, making the place a hodgepodge of all kinds, with all kinds of looting and smashing happening all the time.

In addition, in order to prevent the infiltration of party and government agents, the Japanese devils constantly screened the residents in inns and hotels. Anyone with the slightest suspicion would be arrested and thrown into the gendarmerie jail. They would rather kill the wrong person than let him go.

In this situation, neither restaurants nor hotels are safe.

On the contrary, these prostitutes from the lower three sects know best how to survive in the dark.

Chen Yang hid in Xiaoyu's house for a few days, but he didn't see anyone coming to search.

"Boss, give me a basket of soup dumplings and a bowl of soy milk."

"The soup dumplings will take a while to be ready. Please have some fried dough sticks and some hot soy milk first."

The boss was a man who knew how to deal with things. Seeing that the soup dumplings were not yet cooked, he gave Chen Yang a freshly-baked dough stick.

Chen Yang thanked him and drank soy milk while reading the newspaper.

Suddenly, Chen Yang's eyes bulged, and an intriguing missing person notice came into view at the lower right corner of the newspaper.

The war had just broken out and there were many missing persons notices in the daily newspapers almost every day, but this one was obviously different.

Before being sent to Shanghai to lie undercover, each undercover group had its own set of emergency contact information, and Chen Yang's group was no exception.

This missing person notice was issued according to the template of emergency contact information.

Chen Yang looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him, then he parsed out all the instructions according to the sequential rules.

Then.....he greeted Boss Dai's mother cordially...

The entire instruction can be summed up in four simple words.

"Prove your innocence..."

I prove my innocence, Chen Yang was very angry. He finally escaped from the jaws of death, but what he got was not a recall order, but a request for him to prove his innocence. Are those good-for-nothings in the Party Affairs Investigation Section full of shit in their heads?

I am a meritorious official, I have shed blood for the party and the country...

Chen Yang took a sip of soy milk, and the hot liquid flowed down his throat to his esophagus, burning him and making him grimace.

After taking a deep breath, Chen Yang gradually calmed down...