Chapter 174: You're selling me the original?

The will personally written by the Prince of Qichuan Palace?

Fujiwara Jinta had seen his handwriting before and recognized it at a glance.

"When you see this letter, I will already be dead."

"The counterespionage work in Songhu I've done is a complete mess; I truly shame His Majesty the Heavenly Locust and my family's expectations of me—I can only atone with my death…"

After reading the will, Fujiwara Jinta's expression showed shock.

I merely muttered a few sentences earlier, yet the Prince of Qichuan Palace actually died?

The sudden death of Xiucai of Qichuan Palace caught Fujiwara Jinta somewhat off guard.

Who will come next to lead the work in Songhu?

Seeing there was nothing exciting to watch, Chen Yongren also didn't want to linger; following the route to the vent he found via the holographic map, he quickly arrived outside the consulate.

Stretching his bones, Chen Yongren quickly regained his tall stature; after using the Bone-Shrinking Technique, he felt no discomfort at all.

But Chen Yongren felt that this vent was certainly not the limit of the Bone-Shrinking Technique; he could try finding a smaller hole to test it.

That stack of documents Chen Yongren had already divided into two parts.

Besides the personnel list related to the Dandelion Plan, there was also the foreign operation plan of the Japanese agents.

One copy goes to the National Government, the other is prepared for Chen Dian and them.

So after coming out, Chen Yongren randomly chose a property he rented to report the newly obtained intelligence as quickly as possible.

Afterwards, he disguised himself and went to the Huamao Hotel to try to find Chen Dian.

Much intelligence is time-sensitive; only by reporting it early can we launch a deadly strike against the enemy.

Arriving at the Huamao Hotel, Chen Yongren first opened a room under a false identity, then returned to the coffee shop on the first floor.

Chen Dian was leisurely drinking coffee on the first floor.

Since buying a large amount of supplies from Xiao Tu, Chen Dian has developed this habit, hoping to meet Xiao Tu again to deepen their relationship.

"Comrade Lan Hai is truly capable; I really don't know how he managed to transfer so many supplies without a sound."

"The enemy didn't notice at all."

"And there's that guy called Jiaofu."

"As for news about him, Lan Hai couldn't find anything, and the information broker didn't seem like an information broker."

"In the eyes of an information broker, there's only money—what country?"

Chen Dian was thinking about that when he saw a one-eyed dragon sitting before him.

"Long time no see, Mr. Zhang." Chen Yongren smiled.

That one-eyed dragon was naturally Chen Yongren.

"I seem…" Chen Dian felt a bit strange.

"Was the last intelligence not to your satisfaction?" Chen Yongren asked with a smile.

Chen Dian froze, then realized, exclaiming: "It's you!"

"Jiaofu?"

"How did he change his appearance again?"

"Which one is really him?"

"With so many changes, if next time he turns into a woman to see me, I wouldn't be surprised."

That's actually a good idea; once Hua Lei finishes her training, we can have that girl trick you.

That way, no one can confirm Jiaofu's gender.

"It's me." Chen Yongren nodded with a smile, deliberately saying: "I think you have already experienced our intelligence capabilities."

Hearing "we", Chen Dian silently thought, "Indeed."

Such astonishing intelligence capability couldn't possibly be the work of a lone operator.

Just how large is their intelligence network?

"What business do you have this time, coming to my door?" Chen Dian asked.

"Of course, I want to discuss a business deal with you." Chen Yongren said with a smile.

Another business deal, Chen Dian's heart stirred: "What kind of business?"

"A big deal." Chen Yongren said solemnly.

"Oh?" Chen Dian became interested.

Chen Yongren stood up and made a gesturing invitation.

Chen Dian immediately followed behind him.

The two arrived at the guest room and sat facing each other by the side table.

Chen Dian couldn't wait to ask: "Jiaofu, what new intelligence do you have?"

As soon as he said that, Chen Dian felt something odd.

Never mind; as long as we can get the intelligence, it doesn't matter how strange it is.

Chen Yongren chuckled, took out a Japanese agent's assassination plan targeting a patriot, and lightly placed it on the side table.

Hearing that, Chen Dian quickly picked up the document on the table, raised his eyebrows twice, and looked at Chen Yongren.

The entire text is in Japanese.

Also bearing the seal of the Special Higher Police and the signature of Xiucai of Qichuan Palace.

The time, place, and people involved basically don't look fake.

Moreover, the person marked for assassination on the document is precisely the new comrade the organization recently recruited.

Japanese agents couldn't possibly be killing just one person; looking at Chen Yongren's calm, composed smile, it's obvious he has more related intelligence.

Chen Dian, also a seasoned old hand, spoke with a hint of respect, getting straight to the point: "Jiaofu, how much more intelligence do you have? Give me a price."

"Mr. Chen is indeed straightforward." Chen Yongren directly took out a stack of documents and placed them on the table.

Damn, that many?

The usually composed Chen Dian couldn't help but want to swear.

"Are these all of them?" Chen Dian asked.

"Of course." Chen Yongren nodded.

He was selling intelligence, or wholesaling it, Chen Dian couldn't help thinking.

"This concerns your internal security, so I won't beat around the bush." Chen Yongren pulled out a personnel list for the Dandelion Project and placed it in front of Chen Dian.

Chen Dian's expression shifted from doubt to solemnity, his face darkening to the point of almost dripping water: "Where did you get this intelligence?"

The person on the list is a secretary within the organization.

What shocked him most was that the list recorded the secretary's entry time into the organization, which was exactly six years, the same as his own actual entry time.

He turned out to be a Japanese national, having received spy training since childhood, with the sole purpose of infiltrating China.

"I naturally have my own channels." Chen Yongren smiled: "I've already compiled your documents into volumes."

"Knowing you don't have much money, a flat price: one gold bar."

Using his clairvoyance, Chen Yongren saw that Chen Dian had three gold bars hidden at his waist.

Chen Dian asked again: "This intelligence..."

"Rest assured, I'm not like those intelligence dealers." Chen Yongren smiled: "All of it is exclusive intelligence, known only to you."

"You should know, I am a..."

Chen Yongren originally wanted to say patriotic, but then thought the term sounded a bit familiar.

He immediately continued: "I am a principled intelligence dealer, and I will never do anything that would ruin my reputation."

Chen Dian hesitated not, immediately pulling out a gold bar and tossing it to Chen Yongren: "No problem, deal."

Chen Yongren also placed the remaining intelligence on the table.

Chen Dian eagerly picked up the intelligence and read it carefully.

As the site manager, although his Japanese was only rudimentary, he could still get a general idea.

Aside from some assassination operations targeting the Red Party and capture missions.

The remaining personnel turned out to be moles who had infiltrated the organization's interior.

Without exception, they were all Japanese posing as locals.

Chen Dian immediately realized the gravity of the problem.

Wait a moment…

He suddenly realized another issue: these documents seemed to be original Japanese versions.

How did the godfather obtain them?

Chen Dian looked up, only to find that Chen Yongren had vanished.