Living in the Republic of China era, from undercover agent to immortality

Haruko Nogawa was unaware that Li Changfeng had implanted the Zhuyou technique in her on the very first day they met.

Japanese General Shinji Yokota was furious when he saw the few banknotes sticking out of her pocket.

"Haruko Nogawa, you've been dismissed from the Special Service."

"From now on, I'll follow Takeuchi-kun and serve him well..."

As he spoke, he looked at Li Changfeng very solemnly and bowed slightly.

Then take out an appointment letter.

"Mr. Takeuchi, His Majesty the Emperor is very satisfied with your performance this time."

"It has been decided that you will remain in the Beiping Intelligence Bureau as the head of the Counter-Espionage Division, and your military rank will be promoted to lieutenant colonel."

"Lieutenant Colonel Wada of the Counterintelligence Department was killed in action last month. We hope you can carry on his will."

"Serve the Empire, and dredge out all the traitors hiding within our ranks..."

Shinji Yokota looked at Li Changfeng and read out the appointment letter very seriously.

Then he was given the letter of appointment and a letter of authorization.

Li Changfeng immediately stood up and bowed slightly.

"Hai, thank you for your promotion, Your Majesty the Emperor and General Yokota."

"Your subordinate would gladly die for you..."

He had already realized that Yokota Shinji had transferred him to the thankless counter-espionage department.

It seems that they don't quite trust themselves.

However, this is still a pretty good start, at least he's a Japanese lieutenant colonel.

“Takeuchi-kun, this is your boss, Kawada Jiro.”

"He is currently in charge of the intelligence department's work. You can ask him for advice if you don't understand anything."

"I have other important matters to attend to, so I won't disturb you any longer..."

After handing the items to Li Changfeng, Japanese General Shinji Yokota turned and left angrily.

The old Japanese man named Kawada Jiro glared at Li Changfeng, then led his men out of the ward.

Li Changfeng glanced at Haruko Nogawa beside him, then shrugged.

"Haruko, it seems that His Excellency the General has discovered our affair."

"Now you'll have to take me to the counterintelligence department to report."

"........."

Seeing Li Changfeng's nonchalant expression, Haruko Nogawa was surprisingly not angry anymore.

She just lowered her head and looked at him with a resentful expression.

"Takeuchi-kun, you've really ruined my life..."

As she spoke, she walked up to Li Changfeng and helped him straighten his clothes.

Then they led him out of the hospital.

.........

After the two men reported to the counter-espionage department, Li Changfeng received a set of Japanese officer's uniform.

He led Haruko Nogawa into the Japanese intelligence building.

"Takeuchi-kun, that's your office in the corner ahead."

An intelligence liaison pointed to an office in the corner that was piled with clutter.

Li Changfeng frowned upon seeing this.

It seems that his boss, Kawada Jiro, has some issues with him.

This office looks like a storage room.

"Haruko, get someone to clean out all the clutter in here."

"Bring me a bed and a table..."

"I'll go out to get something to eat first..."

Li Changfeng crossed his arms and turned to look at Haruko Nogawa.

Haruko Nogawa paused for a moment, then nodded.

Li Changfeng put his hands in his pockets, went out the door, and changed his clothes.

They walked toward a peace hotel outside the intelligence office.

........

As soon as Li Changfeng entered the restaurant, his eyes widened in surprise.

This restaurant seemed to have been closed for a long time; the waiters were so hungry they looked green.

The restaurant owner was dozing off in a chair by the door.

A tattered straw hat covered his face, and he would occasionally peek outside through the gaps in the hat, looking half-dead.

This was the Kuomintang's liaison point in Beiping.

His contact was Zhang Hai, the middle-aged man who was lying dozing off at the restaurant entrance.

"What would you like to eat, sir?"

"We haven't been open for a long time, we only have plain noodles."

"If you want to eat something else, turn right after you leave..."

As soon as Li Changfeng entered the restaurant, the middle-aged man at the entrance said lazily.

My contact point hasn't been used for more than half a year.

If it weren't for the monthly allowance of a few hundred yuan, the business would have closed down long ago.

Two weeks ago, Zhang Hai suddenly received orders to make contact with a person codenamed "God of Wealth," and he immediately became excited.

"God of Wealth" is Li Changfeng's new code name.

"Plain noodles, truly a poor and destitute place."

"Give me a bowl, with extra chili."

"You'll definitely get your money back..."

As Li Changfeng spoke, he placed half a ten-yuan note on the table.

When Zhang Hai saw the half-note, his eyes lit up.

He took out half a denomination of Chinese currency from the shoe and compared it; they fit perfectly.

She then smiled slightly and sat down opposite Li Changfeng.

"God of Wealth, I am the cuckoo."

"I've been waiting for you for half a month, why are you only showing up now?"

Zhang Hai looked at Li Changfeng, who was dressed in a tattered cotton-padded coat and disguised as a hunchbacked old man, and asked.

This man looked even more down on his luck than himself, and didn't resemble a top agent at all.

"Something went wrong; the Japanese checked my identity in Shanghai."

"To make a long story short, your noodle shop is too conspicuous."

“Close the shop and open a funeral parlor on Second Road.”

"I'll contact you using the dead email address over there if it's urgent."

"You can't contact me casually unless your shop catches fire..."

Li Changfeng looked at Zhang Hai in front of him and said in a low voice.

This guy opened his noodle shop next to the Japanese intelligence office; if he hadn't had so little business, he would have been discovered long ago.

How stupid.

"You make it sound so easy, where the hell am I supposed to get the money?"

Upon hearing Li Changfeng's words, Zhang Hai was about to curse.

The brothers couldn't even get enough to eat, yet they still had to run a funeral parlor.

They've been behind on rent for months, it's easy for them to talk when they're not in the same boat.

"Money is not a problem..."

As Li Changfeng spoke, he took out a gold bar and put it into Zhang Haiyi's pocket.

Then he turned around and walked out the back door.

"Damn it... he really is a god of wealth."

Zhang Hai touched the gold bars in his pocket and immediately beamed with joy.

Just then, the waiter came over with a bowl of noodles.

"Sir, your noodles are here..."

Zhang Hai stood up abruptly and pointed to the table in front of him.

"He's gone, but I ate the noodles for him."

"Pack up and get ready to close."

Zhang Hai had already made up his mind: since he had money, he would do as the God of Wealth said.

He didn't seek merit; he was content as long as he could fill his stomach.

As he spoke, he grabbed a large scallion from the kitchen and wolfed it down.

The guys next to him were practically drooling.

"Stop looking, I'll treat you to something good later."

"Get to work quickly..."

Zhang Hai glared at them, and the men immediately began packing up.

On the other side, Li Changfeng went out the door.

He found a secluded spot, changed into a Japanese officer's uniform, and headed towards a Japanese restaurant.