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

mountain city.

May 28, 1930.

General Meihua's coffin was transported from Hubei to Chaotianmen Wharf, and a grand funeral was held for him in the mountain city.

When General Meihua's wife, Ms. Li, heard the news of her husband's death, she went on a hunger strike for seven days and died after settling her household affairs.

The couple was buried together at the foot of Yutai Mountain in Beibei.

Hunan Guild Hall, Military Control Commission Office.

Knock, knock, knock on the door. Boss Dai said in a deep voice, "Come in."

Zheng Jiemin walked into the office with a report in his hand. "Director, this is what the God of Wealth just sent back."

"Japan delivered a new batch of supplies the day before yesterday."

"This is the troop deployment of the 11th Army that he compiled based on the distribution of supplies."

"I believe it should be useful to Commander Li."

Boss Dai took the report and looked at it and said, "How are they preparing for Lin Zhuo's matter?"

"Brother Xu Chen's spirit is not far away, we must not let others down."

Zheng Jiemin frowned and sighed, "The God of Wealth is already planning."

"However, there is some bad news. Caishen suspects that there are Japanese spies in the Shanghai Station."

"What? What did Xu Yuanju do?" Boss Dai became furious upon hearing this.

The Shanghai station has the highest probability of completing the task and the least damage in this year and more.

Now, there are actually Japanese spies lurking inside?

Zheng Jiemin said hurriedly: "Director, please don't worry. Since the God of Wealth knows there is a spy, he will definitely find a way to find the spy."

"It just takes a little time."

Boss Dai frowned slightly and said, "The God of Wealth has a point. We should do everything according to his wishes."

"However, Yaoquan, God of Wealth's energy is limited after all. On the one hand, he has to help us collect information on the Japanese army's movements, and on the other hand, he has to handle the affairs of the Shanghai market."

"We can't put all our hopes on the God of Wealth."

"Send a telegram to Xu Yuanju, asking him to conduct a thorough investigation of the Shanghai Station as soon as possible. If there really are Japanese spies who have infiltrated, they must be found as soon as possible."

"Yes." Zheng Jiemin saluted and hurried down to convey Boss Dai's instructions.

Shanghai, Donggang Road.

There are many docks and ports in Shanghai. At the end of Donggang Road are two unloading ports.

The lights at night illuminate the people coming and going, and countless coolies are still busy moving supplies from the cargo ship under the cover of darkness.

A figure wearing a long gown and a black hat slowly walked into the alley and came straight to a noodle stall.

"Customer, would you like to eat noodles?" The owner of the noodle stall warmly invited the visitor to come in and sit down.

The visitor nodded slightly and ordered a bowl of shredded pork noodles.

The boss quickly brought out the cooked noodles, and when he handed the noodles to the visitor, his hand touched the other's wrist intentionally or unintentionally.

The visitor didn't care at all. He finished the noodles in a few bites and then threw three cents on the table.

The two men's actions seemed no different from those of ordinary noodle stall owners and diners. They paid for their meals and left after eating.

But just after the man walked some distance away from the noodle stall, he quickly turned his wrist, and a note appeared in his palm.

There were only a few words on the note: "Action suspended, strict investigation of the traitor."

The man's face changed slightly, and after looking around to see if there was anyone around, he stuffed the note into his mouth.

In Shanghai, on Maoming Road, there is an inconspicuous house.

"Knock, knock, knock." A rhythmic knock on the door sounded.

Xu Yuanju hid the gun behind his back, walked to the door and shouted, "Who is it?"

"I'm here to bring you some water," the person outside responded. Xu Yuanju then felt relieved and opened the door.

Standing at the door was the deputy stationmaster of Shanghai Station, Zhou Tiecheng.

"Come in and talk." Xu Yuanju pulled the person in, glanced at the quiet alley outside, and quickly closed the door.

Xu Yuanju poured Zhou Tiecheng a glass of water and handed it to him, saying, "Tiecheng, does the headquarters have any instructions?"

Zhou Tiecheng took the water and took a sip, saying, "Stationmaster, I just went to the liaison station to get new mission instructions."

"Our superiors asked us to suspend our actions and investigate the traitor."

Xu Yuanju frowned, the Shanghai Stock Exchange was really weird.

They did not report the news of the mole, but the headquarters knew it clearly.

In particular, they often received some inexplicable action orders, such as the last time they helped the Red Party eliminate the traitor Xiao Ping.

That is an internal matter of the Red Party. When will it be the turn of the Military Control Commission to take action?

But this was an order from their superiors, and they dared not disobey.

However, they have no idea whether the mole mentioned by the headquarters actually exists or not.

"Tiecheng, have you found anything unusual during this period? Have you thoroughly checked the list I gave you last time?"

Zhou Tiecheng put down his teacup and said, "Stationmaster, I have carefully checked all the people and I really can't find any suspects."

"You think the higher-ups are too sensitive? How could there be a traitor in our Shanghai station?"

"Besides, killing Lin Zhuo isn't that difficult."

"How about we do it ourselves?"

Xu Yuanju hesitated for a moment and said, "According to the instructions of the headquarters, we will conduct another screening."

"If you still don't find anything, call headquarters and we'll arrange an operation to assassinate Lin Zhuo."

Shanghai South Railway Station, Joint Transport Department Warehouse.

Yoshisaburo Yamamoto looked at the mountain of medicines in front of him and a smug smile appeared on his face.

Sixty boxes of medicine are not a lot, only about 7,000 or so at most, but its price is comparable to gold.

Holding such a batch of medicine in hand is like holding a mountain of gold.

"Furukawa-kun, we have the medicine. Now, should we go out and find a buyer?"

Yoshisaburo Yamamoto gently stroked the medicine box. In his eyes, the dark box looked as attractive as a naked girl.

"Don't worry, Yamamoto-kun. I'll go find a buyer right now."

Furukawa Hisasaku said: "This is a life-saving device, are you afraid that no one will take it?"

Yamamoto Yoshisaburo said: "As long as this batch of goods is sold, we can make up for some of our deficit."

"Hey, if my wife hadn't specifically asked me to do so, I really wouldn't want to pay an extra million to Sato and his group."

"Mr. Yamamoto, your wife has made a good decision. You are in Shanghai now, so you should not make your relationship with them too awkward."

Furukawa Hisasaku said: "As long as they are willing to cooperate with you, it doesn't matter if they make a little more or a little less."

That sounds nice, but that's one million yen.

The corner of Yamamoto Yoshisaburo's eye twitched, but he still pretended to be generous and said, "Furukawa-kun is right, and the madam means the same thing."

"It doesn't matter. As long as this batch of goods can be sold as soon as possible, the money can be earned back soon."

"So, I'll have to trouble you, Furukawa-kun, from now on."

Furukawa Hisasaku bowed slightly and said, "Don't worry, Yamamoto-kun, I'll do it right away."

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