Chapter 430: Seeing the Japanese Spy Again

Huh…

After scattering Tengyuan Lao Guizi's ashes, Chen Yongren was in high spirits.

He slept until broad daylight.

When he got up, Lin Ke Xin had already prepared breakfast.

Yu City's oil tea, egg rolls, and fermented rice soup dumplings are all breakfast items with distinct Yu City flavor.

Having eaten and drunk their fill, they had nothing to do.

Anyway, it wasn't time for formal employment yet; yesterday he'd been just focused on catching spies and traitors, so today was perfect for taking Lin Ke Xin out to relax and properly explore this ancient city.

Yu City lies in the mountains, and it's already the end of the year, so the weather is cold; plus they got up early, leaving a thin mist hanging in the air.

Strolling around, it also had its own unique charm.

Lin Ke Xin is, after all, a girl, and she'd only been in Yu City for two days, so she hadn't had time to get any new clothes.

Although she was wearing three layers, she still felt a bit cold and couldn't help hugging her shoulders.

"It's cold; I need to buy some new clothes."

"No, we can't waste this money."

"As things stand, Chen Yongren can indeed settle in the Action Unit; we need to find a way to contact our comrades and send this money to the front."

……

Lin Ke Xin had just thought that when she suddenly felt warmth enveloping her.

She looked up and saw Chen Yongren take off his own windbreaker and drape it over her.

"What are you doing?" Lin Ke Xin said warily.

"A Ren't you cold?" Chen Yongren laughed: "If you freeze up, how will I exploit you later? Warm yourself up—I'll take you to buy some nice clothes later."

"Working by my side, I can't shortchange you; otherwise I'd lose face."

"You're so generous," Lin Ke Xin wanted to refuse: "Thank you, sir, for your kindness, my heart…"

"Then just don't take it to heart; accepting it is enough." Chen Yongren reached out and grabbed Lin Ke Xin's hand: "Look, my hands A Ren't cold—just wear it."

"I…" Lin Ke Xin was about to shake off Chen Yongren's hand.

Chen Yongren had already let go and walked forward without looking back: "If you don't wear it, just toss it."

"But I'll say this up front: this windbreaker is imported from Italy, worth at least 1,000 silver dollars; if you dare throw it away, I'll deduct it from your wages."

Hearing that, Lin Ke Xin tightened the windbreaker around her.

Don't mention it.

After putting it on, it was indeed much warmer, and Lin Ke Xin soon felt her body temperature rise.

Lin Ke Xin's mood was complicated.

She increasingly felt she couldn't read Chen Yongren.

His temper was strange, his personality changeable, making him impossible to figure out.

Ever since she came to be by Chen Yongren's side, it seemed everything had gone awry, as if everything was following his steps…

The two walked side by side on the road, weaving through the mist.

As the sun began to rise, the mist gradually dissipated.

Has today's luck aura gone dead?

From leaving the house until now, I haven't picked up a single silver dollar.

Could it be because Songhu's economy is better than Yu City's?

Damn it!

Even the dog system has regional discrimination?

Chen Yongren was thinking when suddenly he felt something under his foot.

Speak of the devil.

But the feeling underfoot seemed off, not like a silver dollar.

Could it be a packet of money?

He lowered his head and stared.

A brown briefcase lay quietly on the ground.

"Whose bag is this?" Lin Ke Xin asked.

"Just open it and see if there's a household registration card inside—then we'll know." Chen Yongren unzipped it, checked it over, and first confirmed what was inside.

If the owner shows up, we can match the contents and avoid someone fraudulently claiming it.

As for whether it'll be extorted—

If anyone dares to extort Chen Yongren, they're basically asking for their own death.

The Hope Dragon Gate Society would tell him: some farts shouldn't be let loose at will.

Seeing several thousand US dollars and some miscellaneous loose change inside, Lin Ke Xin's expression turned surprised, then immediately became grave and resolute.

"Who in their right mind would carry that much cash on the street? Something's up."

Chen Yongren nodded in agreement, took Lin Ke Xin to a secluded spot by the road, and said: "Let's keep looking—then we'll know."

Continuing to examine the briefcase, besides the large-denomination US dollars, there were some scattered French currency, even a gold bar, and a neatly folded piece of paper.

But there was no household registration card or any document that could prove identity.

Taken individually, each item is fine, but together they raise serious questions.

The more Chen Yongren looked, the more uneasy he felt; he took out that paper and handed the briefcase to Lin Ke Xin.

Then he unfolded the paper.

Lin Ke Xin leaned in to look, and her heart gave a sudden hard thump twice.

All the names above are from within the National Government, names that are familiar to everyone.

And there's still time—it's actually 8 p. m. tonight?

"What does this list mean, and why is there still time?" Lin Ke Xin exclaimed in surprise.

Chen Yongren's face darkened; it looked more like an invitation list, because all the names were sorted by rank, not deliberately scrambled.

Although I don't know what this list signifies.

But this list surely hides a huge secret behind it.

Normally, these people's names wouldn't be considered confidential at all.

Because if you're willing to read newspapers and follow the news, you'd know far more than this list of just names.

Who is demanding this list?

What does the person who needs this list intend to do?

A bundle of money plus this name—Chen Yongren could almost certainly say this matter is related to the activities of Japanese spies.

It's normal for Chongqing to have more than just the High Mountain spy team.

But Chen Yongren never expected to encounter another Japanese spy team so soon.

"Chief Chen, this list is very strange; should we first turn it in?" Lin Ke Xin asked.

In her view, the current situation is unclear, and reporting it is the best choice.

Chen Yongren shook his head and refused: "We have no idea what he wants to do, nor what the enemy wants to do."

"If we report it rashly, the insider will likely choose to hide, making it hard to catch him later."

Lin Ke Xin whispered: "Perhaps the Japanese spies want to use this list to learn about our meeting contents."

"With the names of the attendees, one can easily infer the general content and direction of our meeting."

"Exactly, you're right, so we must ferret them out even more!" Chen Yongren ignored Lin Ke Xin and directly opened the heavenly-eye map.

A red dot appeared on the radar map.

Chen Yongren quickly restored the paper to its original state, put it in his bag, opened his Eagle Eye, and while searching for suspicious people nearby, he saw on the road ahead over 200 meters away.

An ordinary-looking man was pushing a bicycle along the road, searching for something in all directions, his expression anxious, muttering to himself.

Although I don't know what he's muttering, from his occasional tugging at his collar and wiping his forehead, he is certainly very anxious.

Chen Yongren could be certain: this guy is the fool who lost the briefcase!