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

Picking up the newspaper and reading it carefully twice, Chen Yang sighed helplessly.

Originally, according to his calculations, after the failure of this operation, as the only survivor of the undercover operation, he would definitely be recalled to the headquarters. After an interrogation and elimination of suspicion of treason, he would most likely be transferred to an unrelated department such as the police station and left idle.

Unexpectedly, what he received was not a recall order, but a request for him to prove his innocence.

grass……

In fact, he should have guessed it long ago. With Boss Dai's suspicious character, there is no way he would believe that he could easily escape from the heavy siege of the gendarmerie.

Having said that, since Boss Dai is willing to continue issuing instructions to him through special contact methods, it is obvious that he still has hope for him.

Otherwise, what awaits him is the bullets of the anti-traitor team, not just orders.

Therefore, in order to get rid of the suspicion of treason as soon as possible, he had to prove his innocence.

However, before that, you must ensure your own safety.

Chen Yang had some understanding of the current situation in the Shanghai market. At this time, Shanghai could be said to be dominated by the Japanese. Except for those stubborn people in the French Concession, even Britain and the United States kept their distance from the Japanese.

The reason why these Gallic roosters were still so arrogant was that on the European battlefield, the French army had not yet tasted the blitzkrieg, and did not know that there was a tactic in the world that could conquer the arrogant France in just thirty-nine days.

The French, who call themselves the pearl of the European continent and the Gallic rooster, were not very impressed by the British Empire, which was known as the Empire on which the sun never sets, let alone the Orientals in Asia.

If you want to avoid the eyes of the Japanese, the safest place is still the French Concession. The French Concession today is no worse than before, and there are still many Chinese people.

Having made up his mind, Chen Yang returned to Xiaoyu's house, hurriedly packed his luggage, and turned around to head for the French Concession.

French Concession...

The French Concession was located between the present-day Huangpu District and Xuhui District and was established in 1849.

In the past, these foreigners were superior to others, and the French Concession prohibited entry to outsiders except for French citizens.

Since the Taiping Rebellion broke out in 1853, in order to respond to its call to overthrow the Qing government, the leader of the Small Knife Society, Liu Lichuan, led his subordinates in an uprising.

As the unrest occurred, a large number of Chinese people flocked to the concession area to escape the war. At this time, the French Concession also began to quietly change its attitude from the previous strict prohibition of Chinese entry.

By the beginning of the 19th century, the French Concession was further expanded, and many Chinese people lived in the concession. Although the economic lifeline was still in the hands of foreigners, it was much better than in the previous century.

Walking slowly on the wide street, Chen Yang was thinking about what to do next.

In his free time these days, he had also been thinking about it. He had been hiding in the prostitute Xiaoyu's house for so many days, but there was no news of his arrest from outside.

There is only one possibility, that is, the traitor who betrayed the organization did not actually know the exact number and detailed list of agents lurking in Shanghai.

Judging from this, his position must not be very high.

Chen Yang belongs to the training brigade of the Party Affairs Investigation Section.

It is now the 26th year of the Republic of China.

There was still a year until the Military Statistics Bureau was established.

However, at this time, Dai Yunong had already won the favor of his superiors. Not only did he have the Renaissance Society as his trump card, but his power was also gradually able to compete with the Chen brothers.

This undercover plan is a test of his ability by his superiors. It is kept highly confidential and outsiders cannot know the details at all.

If it was someone of Boss Dai or Chen Gongshu's level who leaked the information, they would definitely know the total number of people.

After all, this undercover plan was designed by Boss Dai, and the people were selected by Chen Gongshu.

To sum up, this traitor is most likely an ordinary member of one of the major undercover groups, and should not be a member of their group.

As for who it is, it is unknown...

There are three groups of undercover agents, about twenty people in total. God knows which bastard he is.

Moreover, at this time, this guy must have been protected by the Japanese.

The place most heavily guarded by the Japs was undoubtedly the headquarters of the Japanese gendarmerie in Shanghai.

Chen Yang wanted to enter the military police to see who that guy was, haha, that was pure dreaming...

He's a secret agent, not Superman.

It's really a headache...

Chen Yang suddenly felt like a fly on the glass. The future was bright, but he couldn't find a way out.

Never mind, let’s settle down first.

Chen Yang sighed and raised his head, only to realize that he had unknowingly walked to Jinxian Road.

Jinxian Road is the longest road across the French Concession...

As the most prosperous living circle in Shanghai in the 19th century, the high-rise buildings in the French Concession formed a sharp contrast with the shanty towns in the slums.

One heaven and one hell.

The people living here can be roughly divided into five categories: rich, poor, soldiers, thieves, and compradors of foreigners.

If he wants to gain a foothold here, he is not qualified to be a rich man, and the poor can only eat and wait for death. He doesn't want to do it. He doesn't have the qualifications to be a soldier, and he doesn't have the courage to be a thief.

After much deliberation, Chen Yang decided to go back to his old ways and become a comprador businessman.

Chen Yang's home is in Wucheng. Since he was a child, his father Chen Zhongxian took him on a small sampan from Lanxi to the open sea to resell goods.

He has sold everything from silk to tea to porcelain, and he is familiar with all of them...

Thinking of this, Chen Yang had an idea in his mind. His first stop after entering the concession was not to find a suitable place to stay, but to find a high-end clothing store.

As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse. With the way he's dressed, I'm afraid he can't even get into a business.

"Uncle, give me a shirt, an inner layer, a suit, and a windbreaker."

"The suit material should be made from British textiles, double-faced velvet..."

Shanghainese people call the master chef "Uncle".

The owner of this clothing store is an old tailor. Just by hearing Chen Yang's request, he knew that this person was no ordinary person.

Living in Shanghai is different from living in other places. Here, people pay attention to style and accent.

Southerners are meticulous and have extremely high requirements for all kinds of details. If Chen Yang wants to survive in the French Concession, he must first turn himself into a successful businessman in the eyes of others.

Even though he had only three small yellow croakers, more than two hundred French francs and dozens of silver dollars on his body, it didn't matter. What mattered was how much money others thought he had.

This shop usually has average business, it's rare to meet such a big customer

The owner of the clothing store immediately became interested. After changing his shirt and getting dressed, Chen Yang instantly transformed from an ordinary young man into an elegant young man from a noble family.

This made the clothing store owner even more certain that the person in front of him must be a young master in trouble.

Clothes can be deceiving, but his elegant temperament cannot.

Some people don't look like a prince even when they put on the dragon robe, but this one is just the opposite.

Just right, just right.

"Young master, there are still a few places that are not quite right. Let me modify them for you." The old uncle held up his reading glasses and made some modifications to a few inconspicuous places on the clothes.

After putting it on again, it really fits me much better.

Well, the clothes are nice and the price is even better.

This set of clothes, including shoes, cost Chen Yang a total of eighty French francs.

The legal tender of the Republic of China was based on the silver standard, that is, one silver dollar was exchanged for one legal tender.

In Shanghai in 1937, four silver dollars could buy kilograms of rice, and a coolie working at the dock could only earn ten dollars a month.

This set of clothes is enough for a coolie to work for half a year without food or water.

"Uncle, your craftsmanship is excellent. Please make me two more sets of this style."

Chen Yang said this casually, took out a hundred French francs and handed it to the old uncle, as if he was taking out a dollar.

"If you have extra money, you can use it as a deposit and come back in a week to pick up the goods."

The boss was immediately ecstatic.

Pushing open the door of the clothing store, Chen Yang tightened his sleeves and strode towards the location of the International Hotel in the French Concession...