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

"Is it safe? If nothing exploded, then it is safe."

"What? They want to move those explosives somewhere else?"

"I think if they really have the ability, they should transport these explosives to Zhou Mansion on Fuxing Road, which is safer."

The young man was stunned when he heard this, and was speechless for a moment.

The middle-aged man picked up the white piece in his hand and made a move in the corner. Then, he picked up the black piece and placed one not far from the white piece.

After these two moves, the whole game seemed to have entered a critical period. The middle-aged man picked up the white piece and seemed to not know what to choose.

"Xiufeng, is there any news about Qingyu?"

The young man named Xiufeng shook his head and said, "Teacher, Qingyu's position in the Military Control Commission is too low, and he can't get such high-level intelligence all at once."

"Waste." The middle-aged man cursed rudely.

"We revealed Wu Xiangru's whereabouts to the Japanese in the hope that he could replace Wu Xiangru."

"After doing so much, I still can't get in touch with those people. Xiufeng, did you use your brain when you selected the people?"

After being scolded, Du Xiufeng did not dare to talk back, but explained in a low voice: "Teacher, Qingyu was recommended by Director Xu."

"Sometimes we can't do much either. You have no interest in officialdom and don't understand the meaning of 'no choice'."

"Yes, I have no choice." The middle-aged man seemed to have made up his mind and dropped the white piece in his hand.

But seeing this scene, Du Xiufeng couldn't help but frown.

Because the white piece landed in this position, it gave the black piece an opportunity, but this one move destroyed the white piece's previous advantage.

The middle-aged man said slowly: "Sometimes some unimportant chess pieces should be abandoned when it is time to give them up."

"Qingyu still has one more chance. If he still can't find any clues about Mr. A, he will be useless."

Du Xiufeng hesitated and said, "Teacher, in fact, is it like what those intelligence agencies in Shanghai have said?"

"Could this Mr. A be Mayor Zhou? If it is really him, our action this time..."

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up at Du Xiufeng: "Xiufeng, it seems that you haven't made any progress in what you have learned over the years."

"There are many people in the Shanghai market who could be Mr. A, but Mayor Zhou is definitely not one of them."

Du Xiufeng didn't seem to understand why his teacher was so confident.

The middle-aged man said slowly: "Gao Zhanlong got the information that Mr. A sent back to Shancheng from Mao Qiwu."

"Based on the analysis of his three intelligence letters, Mr. A has access to intelligence agencies, internal affairs agencies, and the military,"

"He can get information about the deployment of Japanese troops and the internal affairs of Nanjing."

"At first glance, Mayor Zhou's position does allow him to do this, but don't forget that Mayor Zhou's position is so prominent."

"If he leaks this information, the Japanese will react immediately."

"If Mayor Zhou was really Mr. A, he wouldn't have done it so blatantly."

"The biggest possibility is that someone deliberately pointed the clues to him and used him to disrupt the view."

"The Japanese must have seen through this and that's why they didn't take action against him."

Du Xiufeng said suspiciously: "But if it's not Mayor Zhou, I really can't think of anyone who can have such great power."

The middle-aged man slowly put down a piece and said, "Xiufeng, have you ever thought that one person may not be able to do it, but a group of people may be able to do it."

Du Xiufeng was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise: "Teacher, do you mean that Mr. A is not a code name for one person, but a group of people?"

The middle-aged man put Heizi aside and said calmly: "I am not sure either. I just came to the conclusion based on the information given by Mao Qiwu."

"If Mr. A is a person, then his position is at least the chief of staff of the expeditionary army, so he can fully grasp the military movements of the Japanese."

"But this possibility is very small. However, let's think about it another way. What if there is a group of people who can grasp the movements of the Japanese from many aspects?"

"It is possible to analyze their detailed situation from a pile of data."

If Chen Yang heard this, he would definitely be shocked. The middle-aged man's guess was very close to the truth.

However, it was hard for this middle-aged man to imagine that a person would have such a thing as a plug-in that could calculate the details of the Japanese troop deployment from countless data.

In a sense, he had indeed found the correct answer. It was indeed Chen Yang who did the work of a group of people.

"Teacher, do you think the Military Intelligence Bureau can find a way to cram a group of people into the Japanese camp?" Du Xiufeng really found it hard to imagine.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "Xiufeng, this is the answer I want to know."

“How did they do it?”

Shanghai Stock Exchange, Joint Transport Department.

While several major intelligence agencies worked together to track the whereabouts of the explosives, Chen Yang was not idle either.

The Municipal Council of the French Concession hesitated for two or three days but still failed to find the murderer who injured Minister Chu.

It was for this reason that the Japanese military police headquarters sent a troop to the French Concession.

Although the Japanese were pursuing the murderer of the shooting under the guise of maintaining city security.

But anyone with a discerning eye could see that all the key positions in the French Concession had been controlled by the Japanese.

Now all we need is a suitable excuse to challenge the French and force them to sign an agreement to return the concession.

Knock knock knock, there was a knock on the door, and He Yuehua pushed open the office door and walked in.

"Minister, someone has arrived from Jinling, and it's the person you met before."

Having seen it before, Chen Yang was a little confused. Sun Shaoqian had just sent a telegram in the morning, saying that President Chen had already handed the document to Mr. Wang.

After considering it for three days, Mr. Wang agreed to sign the document.

This is the document that Commander Terauchi asked Chen Yang to hand over to President Chen. In fact, it is a document that implicitly acknowledges the Japanese's control over the concession.

On the surface, the Nanjing government took back the concession, but in reality it transferred the interests of the French, Americans and British to the Japanese.

"Let him in." Chen Yang couldn't remember who the person was, so he said casually.

There was a sound of footsteps, and a figure appeared in front of Chen Yang. Chen Yang only remembered it when he saw this person.

"Commissioner Guo, it's you." The person who appeared in front of Chen Yang was none other than the incompetent commissioner Guo Zuming who had come to Chen Yang last year and made great promises but was scared away by a single word from Chen Yang.

"Hello, Minister Chen." Guo Zuming saluted.

"Commissioner Guo, what's the matter with your visit?"

Guo Zuming said excitedly: "Good news, Minister Chen, the French have agreed to sign the document..."

Did you all go out to play during the May Day holiday? I really envy you. Only when I got sick did I realize that traveling everywhere is also a kind of happiness...