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

Biel Firm...

There are countless shops of all sizes throughout the French Concession.

Biel is the largest foreign-owned commercial bank among them.

The company's apparent business is French red wine, perfume and a series of other high-end goods. In fact, the real money-making stuff is not these, but military supplies.

Living in this turbulent era, no product is as scarce as military supplies.

Sitting outside the office of the Chamber of Commerce president, Chen Yang was still confused.

Haley turned out to be the sister of Mr. George, the new owner of Beer Company.

Damn, the younger sister of the largest trading company in China doesn’t stay at home to enjoy her life and be a rich and beautiful woman, but instead goes out to be a war correspondent?

Isn't this just a pure mistake in the brain?

"No, absolutely not." Mr. George's angry roar came from the office.

"Hailey, do you know that you are the most precious pearl of the Lewis family? How can you marry a Chinese, especially a boy whose origins you don't know and you have only met once?"

"Brother, you are so old-fashioned. Why can't I do that?"

"I have always believed that marriage is two people in love staying together for life."

"Chen is that person."

"I love him very much, and I believe he does too."

"Foolish, can love be eaten as bread?"

"Brother, you don't know him. He is a financial calculator for resource redistribution and overall planning..."

"Fuck, I understand. I'll kill him now."

With a bang, the door was pushed open and a tall and burly middle-aged man walked out quickly.

The man was in his early thirties, nine feet tall, with arms like tree roots, with well-defined muscles, strong and powerful. Chen Yang felt guilty for no reason when he saw his angry look. Probably all sons-in-law feel this way when they meet the other party's parents for the first time.

"Hey, are you Chen Yang?" George rolled up his sleeves as he walked.

"I'm."

"You're going to marry my sister."

"Well, hey, you, you, what do you want to do? Hey, if you have something to say, please don't do it. Don't do it."

"Bang, bang, bang." After just a few seconds, silence returned outside.

Haley forcefully opened the office door that George had locked and rushed out of the office. The scene in front of her almost made her jaw drop.

George was seen lying on the ground. Chen Yang half-knelt on his right foot with his knee against George's waist. His right hand was like an iron hoop, locking George's hands tightly, and his left hand was pressing on George's neck.

Looking at George who was still struggling, Chen Yang said helplessly: "I told you not to do it, kid, why won't you listen?"

"Chen, let my brother go. Please let my brother go."

Haley found it hard to believe what she saw. She was very clear about George's fighting ability. He was a nobleman who had served in the Royal Knights. Even if a few ordinary people rushed over, they would not be his match.

I didn't expect that he would be subdued by Chen Yang in just a few seconds, well, he was completely obedient.

Little did she know that, as Luo Baichuan's most proud disciple, apart from being afraid of death, Chen Yang's various military skills were first-class.

Capturing prisoners is the most important skill for an agent, and he is no exception.

What she didn't know was that Chen Yang's instructor Luo Baichuan was of even greater rank. He was the best fighter in the Republic of China, one of the direct disciples of Sun Lutang, the Tiger-Headed Young Guardian, the best fighter in the Fuxing Society, and was nicknamed the Bone-Breaking Hand.

Luo Baichuan created this set of prisoner-capturing techniques by combining the essence of the Sun family's inherited grappling techniques as well as the monkey fist, northern mantis, Wang's eagle claw and other close combat techniques from traditional Chinese martial arts.

This kind of skill of grabbing acupoints and catching people with clothes is so powerful that even George's father would have to kneel here obediently, let alone George.

"Behave yourself, I'm letting you go, don't do this again." Chen Yang muttered, slowly stood up and let go of George.

George got up, rubbed his arm and looked at Chen Yang. After a while, he suddenly made an unexpected move.

With a "bang," George knelt down in front of Chen Yang and said, "Master, please accept me as your apprentice."

Damn, no, what's wrong with your family?

Chen Yang's forehead suddenly turned black.

"Master, I know that you Chinese people value the inheritance of master and apprentice the most."

"As long as you accept me as your apprentice and teach me the mysterious Eastern martial arts, I will never object to your marriage to my sister."

Only then did Chen Yang realize that Mr. George was actually a Kung Fu fan.

If this person were placed in modern times, he would definitely be a middle school boy.

Of course, Haley was the happiest person to hear George's words.

Haili hurriedly urged: "Chen, you should quickly agree to your brother, so that we can get married."

Chen Yang shook his head repeatedly and said, "No, no, Hailey, this won't work."

"Why not?" Hailey was a little confused, "Don't you love me?"

"Um, that's not the question," Chen Yang patiently explained, "According to Chinese etiquette, if I become your brother's master, I can't marry you."

"Otherwise, we can't discuss this anymore. Does your brother call me Master or brother-in-law? Aren't you kidding me?"

Haley and George were completely confused.

Indeed, although the two had stayed in China for some time, they were still not very clear about Chinese etiquette.

"How about this, I will teach you kung fu, but please don't call me master, okay?" After a while, Chen Yang came up with a compromise.

"Then should I still kneel down and serve you tea?" Haha, although this kid doesn't know etiquette, he knows the rules of becoming a disciple very well.

Chen Yang smiled and waved his hand. Suddenly, a figure in a black suit ran over quickly.

"Ms. Haley, your editor-in-chief, Mr. Bob, has something urgent to discuss with you. He has called the firm."

"He said if he saw you, he would tell you to call him back immediately. He was very worried, as if something serious had happened."

Haley was slightly stunned, said thank you, and hurried to George's office and dialed a number.

"Mr. Bob, what do you want from me?"

"Ah, is this true?"

"Okay, okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Hailey walked outside in a trance and looked at the two of them and said, "George, Chen, my editor-in-chief, Mr. Bob, told me something important."

"I must get back as soon as possible."

"Hailey, if you have something to do, go do it first. Leave this to me. I will help you take care of Chen."

"Chen, come with me, let's talk about the mysterious Eastern martial arts."

George pulled Chen Yang and ran away without any intention of trying to keep him. Haley, who had always been pampered by him, felt inexplicably jealous.

"George, you are not allowed to bully Chen." Haley still reminded him worriedly.

"Don't worry, just go, Mr. Bob has a bad temper." George responded without turning his head...