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

Inside the Dalian Commercial Bank, the atmosphere suddenly plummeted to freezing point due to the confrontation between the two.

Chen Lin raised his eyes, caught sight of the bald deputy bank manager, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. He said in a sarcastic tone:

"If Vice President Zhang can come so early, how can I, as the president of Dalian Commercial Bank, not set an example for the entire bank?"

When he said the word "deputy," he deliberately emphasized it, his tone full of contempt and provocation, directly reminding the other party of their "inferior" status in this power hierarchy.

Vice President Zhang was already seething with anger at Chen Lin's arrogance these past few days, and now this deliberate harassment only fueled his fury. His face flushed red, veins bulged on his forehead, and he glared fiercely as he retorted:

"Hey Chen, don't be so arrogant. You might choke on some cold water one day!"

He wasn't satisfied with just saying those harsh words. With a flick of his sleeve, a gesture brimming with indignation, he strode into his office and slammed the door shut, making the doorframe rattle.

Coincidentally, their offices were directly opposite each other's doors, so they saw each other quite often.

Chen Lin glanced at the tightly closed door opposite him, snorted disdainfully, and thought to himself:

"I don't know when I'll die, but I know you'll definitely die before me."

Short-lived ghost.

Thinking of this, he put the troublesome matter out of his mind, sat down again, and focused his gaze back on the exquisite tea set in front of him. He gently stroked the tea kettle and teacup with his fingers and began to study the tea ceremony again.

Every move and stance imitates the elegance and solemnity of the Japanese style. By diligently practicing in this way, one can soon integrate into the "high society circle" of distant Kyoto.

Three days later was the day to report to Yamamoto on the situation of counterfeit money entering the market.

Chen Lin secretly plotted to add fuel to the fire in front of the Japanese officer, saying that the deputy bank manager surnamed Zhang had discovered their secret.

With just a word from the Japanese commander, this eyesore could vanish without a trace, and from then on, this bank would be Chen Lin's "one-man show."

The thought that he could easily control a person's life and death gave him a sense of superiority.

Chen Lin was the local tyrant of the Dashang Bank and a prominent figure in Chang'an City.

At 9:00 AM sharp, all employees of Dalian Commercial Bank took their seats at their workstations in an orderly manner.

Customers who came to conduct business also flocked into the bank.

The four boxes of counterfeit money that Chen Lin had put in that morning were constantly being passed around among these people.

Due to time constraints, Chen Lin was unable to shuffle all the counterfeit coins.

This resulted in some people withdrawing genuine currency, while a few unlucky individuals received only counterfeit money.

But they haven't realized it yet.

Little did they know that they were holding a stack of waste paper.

"The efficiency of the Dalian Commercial Bank's sales staff is really high, much better than those arrogant people at other banks. I'll come again next time."

A man in his fifties was very satisfied with the service attitude and efficiency of Dashang Bank. A satisfied expression appeared on his face. He hummed a little tune and walked out of the bank with a handful of counterfeit money in his pocket.

......

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Chen Lin carefully tidied his clothes and combed his hair meticulously, striving to make every detail exude respect and flattery towards Yamamoto-sama.

Clutching a meticulously compiled ledger detailing the counterfeit currency infiltration data across various streets and shops in Chang'an, he imagined the satisfied look on Yamamoto Taijun's face when he reported it.

He looked like a lapdog wagging its tail, begging its owner for a bone.

The meeting was held in a private room at a restaurant in the south of the city.

Chen Lin, dressed in a dark long gown with the collar buttoned up, looked nervous yet expectant as he hurried through the restaurant lobby.

Before stepping into the private room, he paused at the door, closed his eyes slightly, and quickly recalled his prepared remarks in his mind like a movie. After confirming that everything was in order, he raised his hand and steadily opened the door to the private room.

Inside the private room, the aroma of tea wafted through the air, and the candlelight flickered.

A short and thin man sat there quietly, wearing a black top hat with the brim pulled down very low, the shadow covering most of his face.

Hearing the door open, he didn't even lift his eyelids. He simply picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and seemed to be deliberately displaying his superior arrogance before casually glancing at Chen Lin.

He's very good at training dogs.

For such a treacherous opportunist, one must put on a cold face. Even if Chen Lin is his most important inside man, he must pretend not to care.

In this way, Chen Lin will think that you are far more powerful and mysterious than he imagined, and will therefore conform to you even more shamelessly.

Abbreviation: masochistic.

Upon seeing this, Chen Lin's face instantly filled with a fawning smile, almost reaching his ears. He bowed and quickly approached Yamamoto, presenting the account book with both hands, while saying ingratiatingly:

"Mr. Hu, please take a look."

The three words "Boss Hu" were pronounced with exceptional clarity, conveying a sense of familiarity.

Boss Hu is Yamamoto Takeshi's code name.

Yamamoto then put down his teacup and extended his hand, which had distinct knuckles and was slightly pale.

He took the ledger and opened it to the densely packed data on the circulation of counterfeit money among merchants in the streets and alleys of Chang'an.

Takeshi Yamamoto scrutinized the pages line by line, his long, slender fingers occasionally tapping the pages lightly. His expression was frighteningly focused, and the room was so quiet that only the rustling sound of turning pages could be heard.

More than ten minutes passed before he slowly closed the ledger, his tense face relaxing and revealing a satisfied expression.

"President Chen, you have done a great job. I will report your achievements to Colonel Mikawa shortly afterward."

This statement is completely fabricated; there is no such thing as Colonel Mikawa.

They were the only ones left in the entire intelligence team in Chang'an, and he was already the highest-ranking undercover agent in the Chang'an area.

But Chen Lin was exactly susceptible to this.

"Thank you, Mr. Hu, thank you, Mr. Hu..."

However, Chen Lin changed the subject, saying somewhat hesitantly:

"Mr. Hu, there's just one more thing. It seems that Vice President Zhang of Dalian Commercial Bank has discovered what we've been doing."

He hasn't made any further moves yet, but it's hard to say what will happen later.

Takeshi Yamamoto's heart skipped a beat.

He no longer has the power to eliminate this person, yet he cannot refuse.

"Okay, I got it. I'll let him see his own brains in a couple of days."

After saying that, Yamamoto Takeshi drank the tea in his cup in one gulp.

Chen Lin was overjoyed; Yamamoto was still too green to play with him.

He was easily fooled into doing things for him with just a few words. He was too clever for his own good, having Yamamoto Taijun completely under his thumb.

You surnamed Zhang, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death.

Anyone who opposes him will die.

Chen Lin was in a great mood. He paid the bill with counterfeit money and then left the restaurant with light steps.

New discoveries have been made regarding the surveillance of Chen Lin, and this time it is a breakthrough.

Yan Yun said to another member of the team:

"You stay here and keep an eye on things. I'll report the situation to the section chief immediately."