Spy Wars: I have space, but I choose to work alone

When the two major powers in the world were busy waving huge amounts of US dollars to buy intelligence from Ma Liang, Iwai Shinichi, the big enemy in the intelligence community, was somewhat afraid to look Ma Liang in the eye.

"Mr. Iwai, there's no such discount on the intelligence fee, is there? It was originally agreed to be 100 million US dollars, but now it's only US dollars? I am loyal to the Empire, and this is how the Empire treats its loyal subjects?"

Ma Liang was a little frustrated. He had been doing intelligence work for so many years, and he had never heard of anyone going back on their promised intelligence fees.

Intelligence transactions require the spirit of contract more than any other business. Once your reputation is ruined, no one will do business with you.

Even India, which has the worst reputation internationally, knows this truth and doesn't dare to play tricks on it.

Now that Ma Liang had learned a lot, Xiao Zisui actually reduced the promised one million US dollars by 70%.

Iwai Shinichi knew that he was in the wrong, but there was nothing he could do about it as China was originally a poor country.

Now it's wartime again, and all resources are tilted towards the navy and the army, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs didn't get much at all.

In addition to being busy urgently changing the passwords of dozens of embassies, this emergency alone used up all the working funds of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. The Ministry did not dare to report the scandal and could only bear the loss in silence.

Under such circumstances, there was no one who could afford to pay Ma Liang one million US dollars as intelligence fee.

"Male Gun, you are also a loyal citizen of the Empire. You should understand the difficulties of the Empire. Of course, the Empire cannot give you money, but there is no problem in other aspects."

"Now I announce that the former deputy section-level intelligence officer of the Asia-Pacific Bureau of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Male Gun, will be promoted to the head of the First Section of the Asia-Pacific Bureau of the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs. His monthly intelligence fee is 500 US dollars, and he will be awarded a special reward medal of the Heavenly Locust. I hope that Male Gun can continue to make greater contributions to the empire."

Iwai Shinichi quickly made up for Ma Liang from elsewhere.

"In the service of the Empire!"

However, this kind of empty promise of not producing food can only fool the hot-blooded young people. Ma Liang shouted a slogan indifferently, curled his lips and took the new letter of appointment, as well as a gold-plated medal bestowed by the Heavenly Locust that he knew was bestowed upon him as soon as he touched it.

It's not a good idea to always use space to trick people into appearing alive and collect supplies. Sooner or later, you will be targeted.

And I can’t let my greedy personality collapse, I have to have this money.

Ma Liang thought about it and came up with a new plan. He complained to Iwai Shinichi:

"Mr. Iwai, the fee for this intelligence is not mine alone. I can serve the empire and not take my share, but what about the others? They are not the people of the Heavenly Locust. They are American beasts who value money above all else. If I break my promise to them this time, it will be difficult for me to cooperate with them in the future. I'm sure they will report me out of spite."

Iwai Shinichi panicked after hearing this. He had just taken over the position of director of the Asia-Pacific Bureau of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs on official business. He was the original head of the Asia-Pacific Bureau and the Americas Bureau because the most confidential codes of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs were leaked, and his own intelligence department was completely unaware of it.

The Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs directly made a lot of adjustments to the leadership of these two useless bureaus, and Shinichi Iwai naturally became the director of the Asia-Pacific Bureau of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

He also knew that the main reason he was able to be promoted in a short period of time was because he had the top-secret and highly productive intelligence line of Man Gun.

When he heard that the information in Ma Liang's hands was about to be cut off, Iwai Shinichi could no longer pretend.

"What can I do? Although I control the intelligence funds of all the intelligence agencies in Shanghai, they are limited and I can't use much. The male gun line is so important. It would be a pity to give up because of the money problem..."

Just when Iwai Shinichi was thinking about how to get the huge sum of 500,000 US dollars to continue supporting Ma Liang on this path which was related to his progress, he inadvertently glanced at Ma Liang.

He suddenly discovered that there was no trace of panic on Ma Liang's face. Instead, he was drinking tea calmly.

Although Iwai Shinichi is a big enemy, he is not a fool. As soon as he saw Ma Liang's attitude, he knew that Ma Liang had a solution.

So Iwai Shinichi also relaxed, raised his teacup and took a sip of tea, then asked slowly:

"Seeing that you don't seem to be in a hurry, I guess there must be a solution, right? Why not just tell me."

Ma Liang didn't pretend and directly suggested:

"Mr. Iwai is sitting on a mountain of gold without even realizing it! Let me be frank. My main mission in China is to gather intelligence and to collect important strategic materials for America, such as tungsten ore, bristles, and tung oil. These in-demand goods can be sold at high prices in America."

"I have sales channels. All I need is for Mr. Iwai to cooperate and help me get a special pass from the Army. We can do business together. I guarantee that I will give Mr. Iwai more than $50,000 in profits every month."

"Snapped!"

When Shinichi Iwai heard the proposal, he slammed the table hard. Only when the loud noise came did he realize that this was in the concession, not in his office.

The two of them just stared at each other until there was no sound outside. Then Iwai Shinichi growled angrily:

"Do you know what you are doing? You are aiding the enemy! I absolutely do not agree with this."

Ma Liang did not refute immediately. Since it involved a matter of principle, Iwai Shinichi did not refuse outright. He just wanted to talk about it. He calmly continued to drink a sip of tea before speaking.

"I think Mr. Iwai has a misunderstanding. First of all, the Empire has not been at war with America, and we are not enemies yet. Secondly, our Ministry of Foreign Affairs does not sell these things. Does Mr. Iwai think that the American devils can't buy them?"

Iwai Shinichi thought about it and shook his head, because just from what he knew, there were several trading companies with deep backgrounds that were smuggling these things in large quantities to America.

Seeing Iwai Shinichi shaking his head, Ma Liang added fuel to the fire and continued to tempt him:

"That's it. Since we don't sell them, the American devils can get these things. Why don't we sell them ourselves? And it's not just America that has this demand. Hans also has it. We can sell it to Hans! The Empire and Hans are strategic partners. This doesn't count as aiding the enemy, right?"

"This will not only solve my current intelligence funding problem, but also provide the Ministry of Foreign Affairs with a steady stream of funding. This is the best of both worlds."

"I need to report to my superiors. This is beyond my authority." Iwai Shinichi, who was short of money, finally stopped being tough.

It's true that he doesn't love money and wants to make progress.

But if he wants to make progress now, he must give Ma Liang a lot of money in exchange for the information in Ma Liang's hands. Money = progress. Iwai Shinichi quickly turned around this curve.

Following Iwai Shinichi's report, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, which was in urgent need of additional funds, agreed to the plan almost immediately, as Ma Liang had expected.

Anyway, it won’t be people from my Ministry of Foreign Affairs who die in the war.