Chapter 64: War Breaks Out

"Morse code." Chen Yongren had already anticipated their question and prepared the answer in advance.

Shortly after I entered the hotel, I discovered the hidden Japanese spies; anyone with a bit of suspicion would doubt something was wrong.

"Morse code?" Lin Dayou looked bewildered. "Isn't this something only usable with a radio?"

"Sometimes Morse code doesn't necessarily require a radio." Chen Yongren extended a finger and smiled: "I noticed that one guy tapped his finger while drinking coffee or scratching his head."

"His finger often tapped a few times in a certain rhythm; after observing around, I found many customers and waiters had this little habit."

"Moreover, they kept glancing toward the door, intentionally or not, as if watching something; their gazes at the surroundings carried a hint of hostility and contempt."

"Putting these details together, their identity can only be Japanese spies."

Hearing Chen Yongren's analysis, the two leaders, Zhang Haifeng and Lin Dayou, stared dumbfounded.

The three of them clearly entered the hotel at the same time.

As a result, he discovered so many details in an extremely short time, and the two deeply felt the gap between themselves and Chen Yongren.

"A Ren, what kind of observational skill is this?" Lin Dayou couldn't help but shake his head.

"Now is not the time for mutual flattery; the situation is growing more severe. We must protect our own safety first in order to carry out the mission better." Chen Yongren's expression was solemn.

Although passing the information by phone is dangerous, there's really no alternative; intelligence is time-sensitive and must be sent out as soon as possible.

Everything that could be done has been done to the best of our ability; what remains is up to them to decide.

Zhang Haifeng and Lin Dayou nodded, strongly agreeing with Chen Yongren's words.

"Let's wait until tomorrow, we'll disguise ourselves and head to the bank first!" Chen Yongren took out the pangolin token from the system and shook it.

"This damn thing is a big fish; we three brothers will share whatever we see—first, let's split it."

Lin Dayou's eyes lit up.

The East China Special High Section Chief surely has considerable wealth.

Working in the Military Intelligence Bureau, aside from basic salary and rewards for catching Japanese spies, the only way to make money is to extort it from Japanese spies.

Zhang Haifeng opened his mouth to say something, but Chen Yongren stopped him with a hand gesture, indicating with his eyes that he should stay silent.

This unlucky kid doesn't understand a thing about human relations.

If you say you won't take it, how would Lin Dayou feel comfortable taking it?

Only if all three take it can they be considered a gang.

Pah.

Gang.

Chen Yongren was thinking that, given the chance, he should properly teach Zhang Haifeng these matters.

The night is deep; too many things happened today, we need to rest properly, as tomorrow there are more important matters to attend to.

At this moment.

Gold Hill Military Intelligence Bureau, the director's office of the Military Intelligence Bureau.

Boss Dai was quickly flipping through Yantaro's confession, his expression growing increasingly stern; he decisively opened the drawer and took out a phone.

This is an internal line directly connecting to the old man; no matter where he is, you can reach him instantly—it's an emergency line among emergency lines.

After the call connected, Boss Dai immediately began reporting; later, Shen Mingchen faintly heard a sentence.

"Damn it..."

Afterwards, Boss Dai solemnly hung up the phone, told Shen Mingchen to wait here for him, then grabbed his notebook and hurried out.

Shen Mingchen understood that too many people were involved; Boss Dai needed to report personally to the old man, so he didn't dare leave on his own, honestly waiting in the office.

That night in Songhu City was also unprecedentedly bustling; the patrols of the foreign concessions were busy arresting people everywhere.

Many who had once been high and mighty were brutally flung down into the valleys, thrown into cells; even General Zhang lost the desire to sleep, launching a thorough investigation of traitors.

……

Qichuan Gongxiucai also learned that the pangolin had been blown to death, the assassination operation had failed; the successive news struck his chest like repeated hammer blows.

Not only was the Fujita Bookstore affected, but the commercial street where it was located was also half-burned by fire, the economic loss unknown.

Angered, that old devil didn't eat breakfast, ate two big bowls of food at lunch to vent his fury, and ordered that the scoundrels who slaughtered the pangolin must be rooted out.

……

The three disguised themselves completely, becoming entirely different people; even if the Japanese later wanted to investigate, it would be a headless case, and they could only hold their noses and accept it.

On the way, Chen Yongren also bought a carriage and several large crates, heading to Songhu Bank; relying on the token, he smoothly withdrew the pangolin's assets.

Opening them, he found they were mostly promissory notes from Maoxin Hao and Hengtai Ji, plus checks and such.

Considering the risk of these two spending foreign currency, Chen Yongren entrusted the manager to exchange all of these into hard currency such as silver dollars and gold bars.

"Sir, it's really difficult to handle this so urgently," the bank manager implied with difficulty.

Difficult doesn't mean impossible; as the old saying goes, money can make a ghost turn a millstone.

But Chen Yongren firmly believed that money could make the millstone push the ghost; he secretly slipped the bank manager a service fee of 500 francs.

Anyway, the franc will only depreciate further before long, so Chen Yongren didn't mind.

In less than half an hour, the matter was settled.

After the exchange, the money filled the large crates; Chen Yongren and the two others drove the carriage, pulling the money back to the safe house.

Enter the house, lock the door, open the crates.

Looking at the several large crates of money before them, Lin Dayou and Zhang Haifeng's eyes went wide.

That old devil, leveraging his advantage in intelligence work, had earned money unimaginable to ordinary people, and now it all became a bargain for Chen Yongren and company.

Each person received 600,000 silver dollars and fifty small yellow fish.

Seeing that much money before his eyes for the first time, Zhang Haifeng was shocked beyond words.

"Damn, I never dared dream in my lifetime that I could have this much money." Lin Dayou rubbed his eyes hard, unable to believe it.

He felt more and more certain that following Chen Yongren was the right choice.

Why don't we just deposit the money in a bank instead of keeping it on us? Lin Dayou wondered.

Chen Yongren said meaningfully, "Money is only real money when it's kept on your person."

As they were speaking, a sudden clamor came from outside.

The crowd seemed to be saying something, and then they started fighting, they started fighting.

Zhang Haifeng felt something was off, went out to check the situation, and quickly returned.

It turned out that the Riben devils had maliciously provoked at the airport, and the garrison killed a few Riben soldiers.

The two sides were on the verge of conflict, and are currently negotiating.

In the Songhu area, people were panicked, and the concession's property prices and rents also surged severalfold.

The money obtained from the pangolin was temporarily buried underground.

But this was just a front.

Even before burying it, Chen Yongren had already stored the money in the box into the system warehouse.

Now what's buried underground is just an empty box; anyway, in the short term no one will touch this money, so there's no worry about being exposed.

Two days later, one evening, the three were having dinner.

Suddenly, they heard a hurried knocking at the door.

Hearing it, Chen Yongren and the two others became alert, immediately drew their pistols, and quietly moved toward the door.

They didn't know anyone around—who would be knocking at this time?

At the same time, Chen Yongren activated his insight and focused his attention, and then he heard a mental voice.

"Are Chen Yongren and them really here?"