Espionage: Mastering the Ten Cruelest Tortures of the Military Intelligence Bureau from the Start

"Brush washer?"

"I had an expert examine it, and they said it was made by the imperial court during the Song Dynasty."

I thought you'd like these kinds of things, so I brought them for you.

There was no expert appraisal involved; Su Mingzhe clearly used the system's AI recognition and appraisal.

Guaranteed authentic!

This wasn't just because his brush washer was small; it was clearly a gift of a treasure. Naoki Hasegawa was very satisfied with Su Mingzhe's work ethic.

"This gift is too valuable, so I won't stand on ceremony."

???

Alright, alright, you're really not being polite.

"By the way, General Hasegawa, I really like this calligraphy of yours and would like to take it back and keep it as a treasure."

Don't worry, I know I can't let you write for free; we need an equal exchange. I'm willing to pay for it.

Naoki Hase's eyes lit up at the mention of money.

As a native of Osaka, he keenly sensed the potential for a deal.

"how much is it?"

"Fifty thousand silver dollars."

Upon hearing these words, Naoki Hase's breathing became somewhat rapid.

Fifty thousand silver dollars is no ordinary amount; this is truly a substantial gift.

This isn't about buying his calligraphy; it's clearly about finding an excuse to give him money.

Su Mingzhe now seems to be radiating golden light, a veritable money-spending prodigal.

He had some doubts about Su Mingzhe's identity. Although he had no direct evidence, it was quite a coincidence that many things had recently happened to him.

But from today onwards, if anyone says Su Mingzhe isn't a good person, Naoki Hasegawa guarantees he'll bring Marines to kill him.

This is the most outstanding young officer in our Songhu Marine Corps.

"General Hasegawa, I truly admire this piece of your calligraphy. I beg you to part with it, even if it is painful.

At this moment, Su Mingzhe was begging the other party to sell him a wad of toilet paper for 50,000 silver dollars.

"Alright then, since Mr. Tianping likes this calligraphy so much, it's no problem to sell it to you. After all, we're friends despite our age difference."

Naoki Hase waved his hand and said.

His face remained calm as an old dog, but inside he was overjoyed.

"I came at the perfect time; I happen to have 50,000 silver dollars in my car."

Su Mingzhe continued.

"That's quite a coincidence."

Naoki Hase was even happier when he heard it was cash.

Su Mingzhe carefully wrapped up the toilet paper and then put it in his pocket.

Then, Su Mingzhe and Hasegawa Naoki walked out of the Marine Corps headquarters together, chatting and laughing all the way, which stunned the officers along the way.

How could a young lieutenant be so close to Major General Hase?

Oh, it's Lieutenant Tianping. That's alright then.

Rumors have already circulated that he is the most influential person in the Songhu Marine Corps.

Su Mingzhe did not get carried away and maintained a distance of half a step behind.

Your boss may treat you like a brother, but you must always treat him as a boss.

"Let's go to my house. I remember you haven't been back to your hometown for three years, have you?"

"Yes."

Su Mingzhe's tone carried a hint of sadness.

To be honest, he did miss his warm little home from the peaceful era.

"That's perfect. My wife makes the best sushi. You should try it."

Let me tell you a secret: I married her because her sushi was so delicious. I thought back then that she would make sushi for me for the rest of my life.

Unexpectedly, those playful words from back then have actually been put into practice for thirty years. Thirty years!

Naoki Hase was lost in a memory.

The back seats of the car were already full of ocean dollars, and there was no room for anyone else.

Su Mingzhe was in charge of driving, Hasegawa Naoki was in the passenger seat, and Luo Dayou was walking home; he was still hungry.

Only the world where Luo Dayou is injured has been achieved.

It wasn't too far from General Hasegawa's house; the car took about ten minutes to reach our destination.

This is a magnificent four-story villa.

It was the house of a wealthy merchant in Shanghai, but now it has been occupied by Naoki Hasegawa.

More than half of the 50,000 silver dollars were in silver notes, but even the remaining small portion was enough for the servants to carry for quite a while.

Su Mingzhe, carrying the box, walked into the villa with General Hasegawa.

An elderly woman was approaching, dressed in a kimono, her face painted deathly white, which was quite in line with the style of Japan at that time.

Judging from the old woman's demeanor, she must be Naoki Hase's wife.

But why does his wife look so old?

"Mother, why did you come out? It's windy outside, don't catch a cold."

......

Okay, this is Naoki Hase's mother.

Believe it or not, they don't look alike at all.

"Greetings, Madam."

Just as Su Mingzhe was greeting them, a younger woman walked over.

This time it should be Naoki Hase's wife.

She and General Hase do look somewhat alike; perhaps this is what is meant by a couple resembling each other?

"Hello, madam."

The woman curtsied, but did not speak; she simply made a gesture.

"What Madam means is that you are also good."

I forgot to tell you, her voice is hoarse.

For a moment, Su Mingzhe felt a pang of regret.

Judging from this, the two have a really good relationship.

Even so, Naoki Hase did not choose a new love.

His current status is especially remarkable.

This can be considered a pure love warrior from eighty years ago.

In this light, his wife could be considered as one of the entry points.

Su Mingzhe's mind is now filled with espionage thoughts, and it's not going to change in a short time.

Then, Naoki Hase made a series of gestures towards the woman, and she turned and left.

Although Su Mingzhe couldn't understand the gestures, he had an AI system.

The system translation is "We have distinguished guests, so we'll prepare some sushi to entertain them."

The two first helped Naoki Hase's elderly mother into the villa, and then went into the study.

Su Mingzhe's fingers slowly rested on the lock of the box, and with a slight "click," the lid was slowly opened.

Inside, a Song Dynasty brush washer lay serenely, its exquisite beauty eclipsing everything around it.

Naoki Hase's eyes widened instantly, and he involuntarily leaned forward, his breathing becoming rapid.

With slightly trembling hands, she carefully touched the porcelain.

His fingers gently traced every texture of the brush washer, from its delicate and warm glaze to its exquisite and elegant shape, as he murmured his praises incessantly:

"A work of art, this is simply a work of art."

A real-life example of a wild boar that has never eaten fine bran.

Just take out any item from our ancestors and that will be enough to make them kneel in submission.

"General Hase, I'm glad you like it."

"I love it, I really love it so much."

"With it, I think my calligraphy skills will improve to a higher level."

With your calligraphy skills, even if you went up ten more floors, it wouldn't be enough to impress you.

Su Mingzhe thought to himself.

"By the way, Mr. Tianping, my 404th Regiment is short of a captain, I wonder if you would be interested?"