Chapter 142: New Fatty Meat

Although the patrol officers were unwilling, this was after all a Japanese order, so they could only go out and honestly inspect suspicious persons.

Expecting them to conduct a thorough search was impossible; after a day of slacking off, they each dispersed and went home.

Because Chen Yongren had more important matters to attend to tonight, he called Fujiwara Rina to inform her that tonight's Chinese lesson would be postponed.

Although Fujiwara Rina felt a myriad of grievances, she could only reluctantly agree.

Before returning to the police station, Huang Qifa deliberately bought a lot of food, saying he was going to visit Han Chen.

Through his insight, he learned it was merely a simple visit; Chen Yongren just smiled and told Huang Qifa to pass his regards on Han Chen's condition.

Tonight he would learn Han Chen's true identity, and this question would no longer be a problem.

Chen Yongren immediately returned home, developed all the photos he had taken today, and placed them in an envelope.

He then changed into another outfit, instructed Hua Lei that after he was not home for dinner tonight, to set out for the Huamao Hotel.

Along the way he found a deserted alley, redid his makeup and changed his face.

After all, Hua Lei currently thought Chen Yongren was just an ordinary patrol officer; to avoid arousing her suspicion, he naturally could not do it in her presence.

Of course.

This face was not Xiao Tu's, but a completely new one.

Before the formal transaction began, Chen Yongren intended to first hand Han Chen's photo over to Chen Dian.

Using Xiao Tu's identity, nothing would be appropriate.

This identity was used for trading supplies with Fourth Master and Eighth Master; for now he could only be a pure patriotic merchant.

If he produced Han Chen's photo, it would show he knew the other side had a mole in the police station, and even exactly who it was and what they had recently done.

Showing off strength was not this kind of showing-off method.

So Chen Yongren planned to use the alias 'Godfather' to do this.

This would both establish his reputation and make it easier to trade information later on.

With his identity ready, Chen Yongren arrived at the Huamao Hotel.

The doorman smiled as he opened the door, then silently took the tip Chen Yongren offered.

This time Chen Yongren dressed as a vigorous middle-aged man.

The main purpose was to create a certain impression.

The Godfather can change his appearance at will, has no fixed look, could be anyone, and creates the illusion that he is right among you.

Aside from foreign agents, most are ordinary customers.

People's thoughts are either curiosity about who bombed the Japanese warship, or some romantic gossip, or which nightclub has a new girl.

Or some business intelligence.

A quick scan of the surroundings immediately caught Chen Yongren's attention.

Name: Yu Kuntai.

Age: 26.

Gender: Male.

Nationality: China, Zhejiang, Hangzhou.

Current status: Member of the Songhu Green Gang's Kun generation, one of the adopted sons of Green Gang hooligan Yu Fengye.

Hidden identity: None.

Recent situation: In order to help the Japanese army continue its advance on Xuzhou, he is racking his brains to find ways to procure military supplies for them.

'This is a big deal.'

'My adoptive father really has talent, able to cozy up to the Japanese.'

'If this deal goes through, I will at least get a 5,000 yen cut.'

Oh?

Hearing this thought, Chen Yongren's eyes lit up.

Is there another job coming up?

After Songhu fell, there were indeed many scumbags who, to eke out a living, chose to work for the Japanese.

Chen Yongren did not expect that.

He actually managed to meet, right here, a dog-faced Han collaborator preparing to sell supplies.

Having experience from the previous robbery of the Japanese, Chen Yongren has always looked forward to robbing them again.

Looking opposite Yu Kuntai, a man in his thirties sat down.

He activated his scanning eye, and a string of data appeared before him.

Name: Fujita Jiro.

Age: 35.

Gender: Male.

Rank: Lieutenant Colonel.

Nationality: Japanese, Shikoku Island.

Current status: 3rd Division, Logistics Department Head of the Grain and Fodder Committee.

Hidden identity: None.

Recent situation: Because unit procurement and other matters require the unit to handle them itself, the newly appointed Logistics Department Head Fujita Jiro wanted to purchase grain and other supplies to pocket a margin.

'What my brother said is indeed correct; logistics is the department with the most profits.'

'Although his rank is only a lieutenant colonel, there are many more ways to skim profits.'

'Once the supplies are formally delivered to the warehouse in three days, even after deducting the money kicked up to superiors, I can still make 20,000 yen.'

A fourfold gap—this little devil really dares to make that much.

Sure enough, it's the bold who get stuffed to death, the timid who starve to death.

Chen Yongren immediately became interested in this batch of supplies they were talking about.

I didn't expect that just trying to wrap things up would actually yield such an unexpected gain.

Those two bastards have quite a nice dream.

No matter what you're selling, all the supplies must go to me.

After their conversation, they both stood up and shook hands.

Chen Yongren focused his attention on them, using his X-ray vision to size them up, wanting to see if they were carrying any important documents.

Yukun Tai had nothing on him, leaving the hotel with a beaming face.

As for Ping Tian Erlang, that son of a bitch, he was holding a briefcase, stood up and headed for the elevator.

Chen Yongren lowered his hat brim and followed him into the elevator.

He followed him all the way to the 7th floor, watching Ping Tian Erlang enter a guest room; after about ten or so minutes, he finally came out.

Seeing the elevator indicator light up, Chen Yongren hurried to Ping Tian Erlang's room, took out the thin iron wire from his pocket, fiddled with it twice, quickly opened the door, and slipped inside.

He went straight to the safe in the corner.

Through his perception, Chen Yongren also knew that Ping Tian Erlang had hidden the briefcase inside.

With his ear against the safe, turning the dial, after a moment he heard a click, and the safe opened smoothly.

Ping Tian Erlang's briefcase lay inside.

Chen Yongren took out the briefcase and pulled out the documents inside.

Inside were the details of the supplies transaction with Yukun Tai, as well as the location of their deal this time.

Chen Yongren glanced at them, quickly committed the contents to memory, then, based on his memory, restored everything in the room to its original state, left the guest room and went back to the first floor.

With the address, he could go stake out in advance.

Chen Yongren had just returned to the coffee shop when he saw Chen Dian sitting there, occasionally raising his hand to check the time, looking toward the entrance.

【Today we can take over the remaining equipment parts.】

【The first batch of supplies has already been sent to the front lines, saving countless soldiers' lives.】

【Comrades no longer have to worry about freezing; they can finally eat their fill.】

【Lately, good things have been coming one after another.】

【Even the little devils' warships have been blown up—three whole ships, all turned into scrap iron.】

【Who exactly did this? Up to now, there's still no clue.】

【When did Songhu get such a formidable guy?】

【We must find a way to figure out who did this。】

Listening to Chen Dian's rapid-fire thoughts, Chen Yongren kept his composure, walked over and sat opposite him.

「Sir, are you waiting for someone? 」