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

After saying this, Chen Yang stood up, walked to the window, opened it, and looked outside.

The view from the second floor is just enough to see the Japanese Consulate in Shanghai across the street.

At this time, countless workers and students gathered in front of the consulate.

Holding banners and with white bands wrapped around their heads, they gathered in front of the door and protested loudly...

A group of black men were holding a fence in front of the crowd, and behind them were the gendarmerie from the Shanghai Military Police Headquarters.

A huge sound resounded through the heaven and earth. Chen Yang shook his head slightly.

He still likes what Professor Ai said in the future world: What's the use of protesting? Dignity is only on the edge of the sword, and truth is only within the range of the cannon.

Don't think that the Chinese people are really weak and non-warlike. It's only the country's leaders who are non-warlike.

The real Chinese people have the warlike gene engraved in their bones.

More than a thousand years ago, a pork seller, a mung bean seller, a straw sandal seller and a farm worker in Nanyang were able to form a country together and make the Southwest F4 surrender.

You said the Chinese are not warlike...

Who would believe...

Bernard thought for a while and said, "Mr. Chen, I need to report your request to the headquarters. Please give me a little time and I will send a telegram back as soon as possible."

"Okay." Chen Yang turned around, picked up the hat on the hanger, and said, "Mr. Bernard, this list of supplies is left to you."

"My phone number is on the back. Call me when you've figured it out."

"I hope you can hurry up. Tungsten sand ore is very popular. Not only you, but also the British and Americans are interested..."

After going out, Chen Yang looked at the indignant crowd on the long street and sighed slightly.

Just as I was about to turn back, there was a commotion among the protesting crowd, and someone in the middle shouted, "Someone's dead, someone's dead."

Someone is dead. Chen Yang was shocked and quickly opened the system page.

Among a large area of ​​yellow and red light, three green light spots were seen fleeing in three directions.

"Wan Tianmu, nationality: Chinese, military rank: Major, affiliated to Xu Encheng, Shanghai Station of the National Government Military Commission Investigation and Statistics Bureau."

"Zhao Lijun, nationality: Chinese, rank: Major, affiliated to: Xu Encheng, Shanghai Station of the National Government Military Commission Investigation and Statistics Bureau..."

"Li Qun, nationality: Chinese, military rank: Major, affiliated to: Xu Encheng, Shanghai Station of the National Government Military Commission Investigation and Statistics Bureau..."

Damn it, three members of the Military Control Commission actually killed someone in front of the embassy, ​​what on earth did they want to do...

This group of people is too high-profile.

When they heard someone was dead, the black police and military police rushed over...

Chen Yang was standing on the steps in front of the business. The door behind him suddenly opened and the beautiful secretary Jenny ran out.

"Mr. Chen, it's a mess outside. The boss wants you to stay on the second floor for a while and have a cup of coffee before leaving."

Well, isn't it said that all citizens of the Third Reich are stubborn, serious, and old-fashioned? Bernard is a very good person...

Chen Yang thanked him and went back to the second floor. Jenny considerately poured him a cup of coffee. Chen Yang picked up the coffee and stood at the window looking downstairs.

There was indeed a dead body lying on the ground in the middle of the road, but it was not one of the marchers.

The body was tied up and put into a sack, with more than half of it exposed.

It is not difficult to tell from the half of the body exposed that this body is a female.

Moreover, her body was covered with marks of whipping, and it was obvious that she had not just been killed, but had been dumped here after being killed.

The most shocking thing was that eight big characters were written in red paint on the body: "Traitor to the Party and the country, you deserve to die..."

Chen Yang's heart moved slightly, and he quickly opened the system page, found the red dot, and clicked it lightly.

The message that popped up was actually Aunt Mei, Li Mei...

Chen Yang immediately realized that Xu Encheng wanted to make an example of someone and use Li Mei to establish his authority.

It is said that Xu Encheng is cruel and vindictive, and the rumors are indeed true.

He just arrived in Shanghai last night, and today he dared to kill Li Mei and even dumped her body in front of the embassy.

This high-profile style made Chen Yang feel that this guy was somewhat unreliable.

It's better to take it easy when working with him in the future...

"Mr. Chen, is the coffee good?" Bernard walked out of the office and greeted him enthusiastically.

Chen Yang smiled and said, "It tastes good. Mr. Bernard has good taste."

Bernard smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, you are in the arts and crafts business. Are you interested in appreciating the paintings I recently collected?"

"Okay." Chen Yang had heard from George that Bernard preferred antique Chinese calligraphy and paintings, so he also wanted to take a look to see what treasures he had found.

"Come, this way please," Bernard led Chen Yang to another room.

When the door of the room opened, Chen Yang was slightly stunned. There were more than ten paintings hanging inside.

There are landscape paintings, paintings of beautiful women, and landscape paintings in all kinds of styles.

Bernard mysteriously took out an old painting from a wooden box.

He carefully placed it on the table and said, "Mr. Chen, this was bought by my friend at a high price."

"I finally managed to borrow it from him for two days. How about we take a look together..."

As he spoke, Bernard carefully opened the scroll.

However, when the scroll was halfway opened, Chen Yang burst out laughing.

"Mr. Chen, what do you mean?" Bernard was obviously unhappy.

"Mr. Bernard, there's no need to open it," Chen Yang said with a smile, "This painting of yours is fake."

"Tell your friend to go find the person who sold his paintings if he can."

"Otherwise, he will lose a lot of money."

"What?" Bernard's eyes were as big as copper bells.

"Mr. Chen, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. Do you have any evidence to prove that it's a fake painting?"

"My friend is an expert in this area. His vision and knowledge are first-class."

Chen Yang dared to say this because he really recognized this painting and had seen it more than once in Xiaotong Bridge.

This painting is called "Cold Mountain in the Mist" and is the work of Ming Dynasty painter Shen Zhou.

Shen Zhou was the founder of the Wumen School of Painting and the master of Tang Yin, one of the four great talents of Jiangnan.

His paintings have soft lines, rich textures, and profound artistic conception, and are rare masterpieces.

The person who imitated this painting is also a famous craftsman in the northern area. The fake paintings he made have always been popular among people.

The starting price of this painting in Xiaotongqiao is three thousand yuan.

If it was a plot set up by someone from Qianmen, the price of this painting should have been one hundred thousand according to Chen Yang's estimate, and it was finally sold for around seventy thousand dollars.

"Mr. Bernard, every trade has its own rules. You have to accept them once you see them."

"If we were all experts, I would definitely not say a word. Since you are a foreigner, it is not against the rules to tell you."

"This painting is so finely done that even experts who have studied paintings for decades may not be able to spot the flaws."

"As for how I figured it out, I can't tell you. We can't ruin other people's jobs..."

"If he were to order a photo, he wouldn't be able to continue in this business..."