Chapter 177: Seeing the Blue Sea Again

Chen Yongren worried that a single exchange would draw attention, so each time he went to the bank to cash in with a different appearance.

After fussing for nearly a month, he finally cashed in that old devil's money.

The gold belonging to Zhang Haifeng, Chen Yongren also opened a secret account, handing over the token to him; only with the token could that sum be withdrawn.

During this period.

Nine Team was also formally established.

Its external name was the Songhu Police Station Special Incident Action Team.

The reason it is called Nine Team is that, according to the police station's staffing, it belongs to the ninth squad.

Fujiwara Lao Guizi also gave face, issuing rifles, pistols, explosives, and bombs to all members, making the police station's officers extremely envious.

The overall staffing comprised three divisions: Action Division, Personnel Division, and Equipment Division.

Although attached to the police station, Nine Team was not under its command.

On the contrary, Chen Yongren could freely command the police officers to assist his operations.

As for the chief, he was merely a mascot.

Heaven knows where he was hiding; Chen Yongren couldn't be bothered to manage him.

Besides Zhang Haifeng, Huang Qifa, and Han Chen selected by Chen Yongren, the rest of his team members were carefully selected traitors by the Japanese.

Thirty people in total.

The current main work is training.

Not having gone to Huamao Hotel for a long time, after finishing his bank business, Chen Yongren wanted to stroll around Huamao Hotel to see if he could overhear some information.

Strolling around, the hotel's interior was filled with ordinary guests.

Where did that double‑agent Nolan go?

Could it be that his identity was exposed and he was secretly executed?

Just as he sat down in the booth, ordered a coffee, and before taking a sip, Chen Yongren heard a voice in his mind.

"The enemy's blockade is tightening ever more; medical supplies are becoming harder to buy; we ought to think of another way out."

"Fragrant Harbor is indeed a good place, but opening a company there would require a lot of money."

"Where could we raise the funds to start a company?"

"Those foreigners only want gold, not foreign currency."

"Forget it; first find someone to exchange foreign currency for gold—every bit helps."

……

Hearing that long‑absent voice, Chen Yongren's heart stirred.

Chen Dian?

Speaking of which, since the last time at Huamao Hotel when he sold information to him, they hadn't seen each other in a long time.

After a while, Chen Yongren saw a man in a long robe quickly walk in.

He glanced around; his gaze swept over Chen Yongren without notice, finally choosing a secluded spot to sit down, his eyes showing a hint of disappointment.

Chen Yongren rose and sat opposite Chen Dian.

Chen Dian frowned, about to speak.

Seeing the person across from him smiling at him, he seemed to realize something.

"It feels like déjà vu," Chen Dian's heart stirred, and he tentatively asked, "Jiaofu?"

Hearing that, Chen Yongren showed a satisfied smile: "Your memory is truly impressive; you actually still remember me?"

"Every time we meet, I wear a different face," Chen Dian had grown accustomed to it, his smile widening: "Jiaofu, long time no see."

"Indeed it has been a long time," Chen Yongren said.

Chen Dian lowered his voice: "Thanks to your help earlier, we had prepared in advance, and those family troubles were resolved."

"For this, I owe you a favor; if you ever need anything, I will certainly do my utmost to help."

Upon seeing the intelligence, Chen Dian also felt uncertain.

After all.

The intelligence Chen Yongren provided was too accurate, even precise down to individuals' detailed information.

Anyone who saw those documents would feel uneasy in their heart.

But the facts proved that Chen Yongren's intelligence was correct.

Relying on these documents, they caught the mole inside the organization and protected the safety of several comrades.

Chen Dian was not blind either; the intelligence provided by Jiaofu was obviously worth more than a single gold bar.

If this intelligence were in someone else's hands, its price would be at least ten gold bars.

Even within the Red Party, they were astonished by Chen Yongren's strength.

The original Japanese documents bearing a Japanese officer's signature—how did this guy get his hands on them?

But after investigating all around, they still found no reason.

In the end, they could only order Chen Dian: if possible, do not offend Jiaofu.

They should try to build a friendship with him, spend money when needed, and avoid creating debts of gratitude.

"It's a small matter, no need to worry," Chen Yongren waved his hand, smiling at Chen Dian: "Mr. Zhang's expression is grim; lately, is there something else troubling you?"

"Indeed there are some," Chen Dian nodded helplessly.

"Short on money?" Chen Yongren asked.

"How do you know?" Chen Dian exclaimed in surprise.

He had been thinking of ways to raise funds, never speaking of it outwardly.

"You're practically begging, 'Give me money quick' written all over your face," Chen Yongren joked.

Upon hearing this, Chen Dian was stunned, then chuckled and said, "You're indeed formidable; I, Zhang Mou, am impressed."

"I'm not hiding it from you either; we have indeed been trying to raise money lately."

He asked the person in front of him to borrow money.

Even if Chen Dian wanted to, he didn't have the face to speak up.

He had already taken many advantages from him.

Upon reflection, he seemed to have encountered quite a few benefactors in Songhu.

First was a Xiao Tu.

And also a godfather.

"You wouldn't guess it, but Xiao Tu is also me," Chen Yongren said without changing expression, picking up his coffee and taking a sip, then smiling: "I've recently been thinking of starting a small business, planning to open a company; I don't know if Mr. Zhang has any ideas?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Dian's eyes lit up.

He always felt that Chen Yongren was hinting at something.

Does he also know about our plan to start a company?

"With your abilities, what company couldn't you start?" Chen Dian remained calm: "Our little temple can't accommodate a great deity like you."

"Who knows what the future holds?" Chen Yongren laughed: "I'm busy, I don't have time to worry about those troubles; I just want to be a hands-off manager, a shareholder, and collect my money on time each month."

No need to ask further; Chen Yongren already knows what kind of company it is.

Chen Dian fell silent for a moment, sizing up Chen Yongren up and down.

He never expected the godfather to suddenly propose such a request—to invest in the company?

If he were the major shareholder.

Then whose surname would the company bear in the future?

"I said I won't interfere in company affairs," Chen Yongren said: "As for what you sell or what you want to do, I don't care; I only look at the final profit share."

"If possible, tell me how much money you need, and we can sign the contract right away."

With multiple identities and multiple paths forward, if not now, when else should we lay the groundwork?

"I need to report this matter," Chen Dian said, taking a deep breath.

"No problem," Chen Yongren nodded.

"Tomorrow night at eight, at the Huamao Hotel, I'll give you the result," Chen Dian asked: "Is that okay?"

"No problem," Chen Yongren nodded.

Chen Dian said no more, rose, and left the Huamao Hotel.

Chen Yongren sat a while longer, about to leave, when he saw two people walk in from outside the hotel.

One of them was none other than Yuan Dadi, whom he had seen inside the consulate.

The other fellow was short and stocky, with a large face, thick black eyebrows, and was grinning, showing his white teeth.

Hmm?

What is he doing here?

His scanning eye opened.

He looked at the person beside Yuan Dadi.

A string of data immediately appeared before Chen Yongren's eyes.