My years of espionage

"A fool who was kept in the dark?"

Cheng Qianfan looked at Keita Suzuki with a somewhat amused expression in surprise, "Mr. Suzuki, I don't quite understand."

"Mr. Cheng, I hope we can have a frank and honest conversation." Suzuki Keita said solemnly.

Cheng Qianfan chuckled lightly. He sat on the chair and even crossed his legs. "Mr. Suzuki, if you have any needs, please ask and I will try my best to satisfy you."

His body leaned back slightly, "Although I have not received relevant orders, as a believer and practitioner of Sino-Japanese friendship, I am willing to provide help to Japanese friends."

Suzuki Keita looked deeply at Cheng Qianfan, his eyes swept over the face, his expression, and his sitting posture of the famous "Little Mr. Cheng" in the French Concession.

Finally, his eyes swept over Cheng Qianfan's stretched posture, and he saw that Cheng Qianfan even crossed his legs.

This made Suzuki Keita's eyes shrink.

"Mr. Cheng, I want to know how much you know about the 'Sturgeon Project'." Suzuki Keita said.

"I don't know what the 'Sturgeon Plan' is." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, "The task I received is to safely send Mr. Ren Anning out of Shanghai."

Suzuki Keita didn't seem to hear Cheng Qianfan's words. He continued to ask, "I only know that I will be sent to Chongqing. As for the mission after arriving in Chongqing, I know nothing."

He looked at Cheng Qianfan, "Chief Qianbei and Captain Araki only told me. Someone will tell me when I get to Chongqing."

Cheng Qianfan's heart moved.

He immediately caught the word 'Chief Chihoku' coming from Suzuki Keita's mouth.

This 'Chief Qianbei' is most likely the real commander of the previous 'Sturgeon Project', and it is very likely that the entire 'Sturgeon Project' was planned by this person.

At this moment, Cheng Qianfan was surprised in his heart. It was difficult for him to determine whether Suzuki Keita subconsciously said this key information, or whether he did it intentionally.

Cheng Qianfan glanced at Keita Suzuki. From this man's mental state and verbal expression, Cheng Qianfan had reason to suspect that Keita Suzuki did this intentionally.

Therefore, Cheng Qianfan deliberately showed an "unconcealed" interest.

Sure enough, Suzuki Keita successfully captured Cheng Qianfan's facial expression.

"Director Qianbeihara, the 'Sturgeon Project' was planned by Director Qianbei." A smile appeared on Suzuki Keita's lips, "It seems that Mr. Cheng doesn't know much about this."

"I don't need to know this." Cheng Qianfan shook his head. He looked at Suzuki Keita with a serious expression and said, "Mr. Suzuki, at my level, I don't need to know too much. Knowing too much is not good for me. .”

‘My level’!

Suzuki Keita immediately successfully captured the key message in Cheng Qianfan's words, and his guess was confirmed. Cheng Qianfan was indeed working for the imperial spy agency.

As for what Cheng Qianfan said about his low level, Suzuki Keita could not confirm whether it was true or not. Maybe Cheng Qianfan's level was not high, maybe Cheng Qianfan's level was not too low, but there was one thing he had guessed:

Cheng Qianfan didn’t know anything about the ‘Sturgeon Project’!

Or, to put it further, Suzuki Keita suspected that Cheng Qianfan knew very much, especially about his mission arrangements after going to Chongqing.

Or, even if the knowledge is not very detailed, this person at least seems to 'see (know) his end'.

The pity in his eyes was so profound for Suzuki Keita, who had regained his composure and was very sensitive.

A profound feeling that made him more frightened the more he thought about it.

……

"If Mr. Cheng is interested, I am willing to tell you frankly what I know about Chief Qianbei and the 'Sturgeon Project'." Suzuki Keita said, "In exchange, I just want to know... "

"I'm not interested in Qianbei Yuansi." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, "As for the 'Sturgeon Project', I'm even less interested."

He lit a cigarette, took a puff, and puffed out a faint smoke from his nose. He said lightly, "I'm not that curious."

"Ten large yellow croakers." Suzuki Keita suddenly said.

"Huh?" Cheng Qianfan glanced at Keita Suzuki.

Suzuki Keita felt happy, and secretly cursed himself for being too stupid. The 'Mr. Xiao Cheng' from the French Concession was famous for his greed for money and lust, but he had forgotten this.

Fortunately, he had an idea and remembered this.

"Twenty large yellow croakers." Suzuki Keita gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Cheng, help me once."

"With all due respect, Mr. Suzuki doesn't look like someone who can take out twenty large yellow croakers." Cheng Qianfan looked at Keita Suzuki up and down and shook his head.

"I do," Keita Suzuki said emphatically.

"Empty words." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, "We are not familiar with each other."

"The archway," Suzuki Keita said, "we made a fortune from the archway."

Seeing Cheng Qianfan's surprised and thoughtful look, Suzuki Keita immediately reminded, "At the end of last year, Taicang Archway Lu's."

"Did you do it?" Cheng Qianfan looked at Suzuki Keita in surprise, "Didn't you say it was done by Yao Fenjin's people?"

At the end of last year, more than 30 members of the family, including pregnant women, infants, and the elderly, were killed in Taicang Archway, including the Lu family and the neighbors who were called to help. The deaths were tragic.

The entire family fortune of the Lu family was also wiped out.

The Japanese-controlled newspaper in Shanghai reported this tragedy, claiming that the Lu family was the Taicang archway maintenance association. Because the Lu family warmly entertained the locust army, it attracted the hostility of Yao Fenjin, an anti-Japanese guerrilla active near Taicang. Endeavor's troops attacked Archway Cun at night and massacred everyone in the Lu family, young and old.

The Japanese also issued an official statement, strongly condemning the inhumane massacre committed by Yao Fenjin's troops, and vowed to annihilate Yao Fenjin's troops and avenge the Lu family who "died while committed to Japan-China friendship."

"We did it." Suzuki Keita nodded.

In order to get Cheng Qianfan's letter, he then told the story of the murder.

On the same day, Suzuki Keita's team searched for the resistance elements and came to Taicang Archway. They were hungry and received warm hospitality from the Lu family.

As a result, after they had a good meal, they touched the women of the Lu family with the intention of insulting them. Upon seeing this, the head of the Lu family came out to dissuade them. He knelt down and begged the Locust Army, saying that the whole family was loyal to the Locust Army and did not provide any resources for the Locust Army to sweep away the New Fourth Army guerrillas. After passing important information, he was kicked to death by a Japanese soldier, and then began a massacre and crazy looting.

Subsequently, Suzuki Keita and others evacuated, set fire to the house, and claimed that the massacre was carried out by Yao Fenjin's troops.

"I kind of believe it now." Cheng Qianfan's eyes were like nails. He nodded at Keita Suzuki and said.

Although the Pailou Lu family is a maintenance organization that has taken refuge with the Japanese and has provided information about the New Fourth Army guerrillas to the Japanese, there are still many young people in the family and neighbors who are forced to do things, including pregnant women, infants, and octogenarians. They were all slaughtered by the Japanese. Such inhumane behavior still made Cheng Qianfan extremely sad and resentful.

"Mr. Cheng, now we can be honest..." Suzuki Keita said.

He had been secretly observing Cheng Qianfan's expression. He heard that they massacred more than thirty people, including the Lu family and their neighbors. Cheng Qianfan's expression did not change much, and there was no hatred at all. Interested expression.

Keita Suzuki was despicable in his heart. This kind of person had no sympathy when he heard that his compatriots were being massacred.

Of course, Cheng Qianfan like this also made him feel more at ease.

Only this kind of extremely selfish person who has no sense of family, country or nation would be more open to money and make deals with him.

"No." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, "Maybe Mr. Suzuki has this money in your hand, but I didn't see it."

He flicked the ashes from his cigarette and said, "The world is too chaotic and there are too many liars."

"Bag ducks down!" Suzuki Keita finally became angry, "Mr. Cheng, you are questioning the credibility of a warrior of the Japanese Empire."

Snapped!

Cheng Qianfan stood up suddenly, went up and slapped Suzuki Keita.

clap clap.

One slap was not enough, so he slapped Suzuki Keita several times in succession with his bow left and right.

Suzuki Keita was completely stunned. He didn't expect Cheng Qianfan to dare to attack him. "Cheng Qianfan!" Suzuki Keita said angrily.

"Now you are begging me." Cheng Qianfan sat back on his seat and said coldly.

Just this sentence was like a bucket of cold water, directly cooling Suzuki Keita's anger.

His face turned red and he glared at Cheng Qianfan. After a while, Suzuki Keita took a deep look at Cheng Qianfan, his face remained normal, he nodded and said, "You are right, I am asking you for help."

Now it was Cheng Qianfan's turn to be surprised. He looked at Keita Suzuki and said, "Mr. Suzuki, you are different from the Japanese in my impression."

Facing Suzuki Keita's gaze, he continued, "I now want to believe that you are indeed willing to spend a lot of money to ask me for help."

He deliberately used the word "spend a lot of money" in a strong word.

Suzuki Keita obviously understood. He glanced at Cheng Qianfan and said, "Mr. Cheng is also very different from the Chinese people in my impression."

"Twenty large yellow croakers." Cheng Qianfan glanced at Keita Suzuki and suddenly shook his head, "Not enough."

He held up five fingers and said, "I want fifty large yellow croakers."

He had expected Suzuki Keita to be furious.

Suzuki Keita glanced at Cheng Qianfan in surprise, then smiled, a bitter smile, and said, "I don't have that much."

This time it was Cheng Qianfan's turn to be surprised.

"I can only collect thirty large yellow croakers at most." Suzuki Keita said.

As he said that, Suzuki Keita pointed to the paper on the table, "I can write down the address and Mr. Cheng will send someone to pick it up. Ten large yellow croakers can be taken out at this address. This is the deposit."

"It's not a deposit." Cheng Qianfan shook his head and said with a smile, "It's a capital verification."

As he spoke, he opened the drawer and threw a small notebook to Suzuki Keita, and at the same time threw a pencil over.

Suzuki Keita quickly caught it.

……

Suzuki Keita opened the book and found that the words written in front were all calculation problems for elementary school students.

He turned to the blank page and scrawled an address with a pencil.

After a pause, Keita Suzuki wrote out another address.

"There are ten large yellow croakers in each of these two places." Suzuki Keita said, "After your people went there, they told the house owner that Yang Qing sent someone to pick up the inventory. Show them my signature, and they will I’ll give you yellow croaker.”

Cheng Qianfan looked at Keita Suzuki with a half-smile.

"These twenty large yellow croakers are the first one." Suzuki Keita said, "When I leave Shanghai, I will present the other ten large yellow croakers."

Cheng Qianfan clapped his hands and said, "Haozi."

Li Hao pushed open the door and entered.

Cheng Qianfan handed the small book to Li Hao and whispered in Li Hao's ear.

Haozi nodded, took the small book and left.

……

"Mr. Cheng, instead of waiting like this, we can start first." Suzuki Keita said.

"Mr. Suzuki, you should know that I am a business person." Cheng Qianfan threw the cigarette butt at his feet and said with a chuckle, "Before I saw the yellow croaker, do you think I would say anything?"

"It's me, Meng Lang." Suzuki Keita said with a wry smile.

Cheng Qianfan showed curiosity, "Mr. Suzuki, why are you so sure that I know something, and why are you so sure that what I know is very important to you."

"The way you look at me." Keita Suzuki looked thoughtful, "It's a very complicated look, but there is pity in it."

As he said that, he raised his head and looked at Cheng Qianfan, "As a soldier of the great Japanese Empire, and now the occupier of the land under my feet, I can't imagine that you would look at me like that."

Suzuki Keita smiled bitterly, "The only possibility is that you know something."

He took the cigarette thrown by Cheng Qianfan, lit it with a match himself, and did not forget to say 'thank you', and then continued, "For my trip to Chongqing, when the enthusiasm fades, people's thinking After calming down and looking at the problem more objectively, I felt the danger, and this feeling made me believe my guess even more."

Cheng Qianfan did not follow Keita Suzuki's words and ask, "What's the guess?" This made Keita Suzuki more inclined to confirm his guess, and he sighed softly.

"Mr. Cheng, I can feel the hostility of Chief Qianbei towards you." Keita Suzuki said suddenly.

"Nonsense." Cheng Qianfan shook his head and said with a smile, "I have never met the Chief Qianbei you mentioned, and besides, I am very close to your country. There is no reason for this Chief Qianbei to have any ill feelings towards me. .”

"I don't know." Suzuki Keita shook his head, "Chief Qianbei came to Shanghai from Nanjing. He is not very familiar with Shanghai, so he will ask me some things about Shanghai."

He looked at Cheng Qianfan and said, "Chief Qianbei asked me about you, Mr. Cheng."

Cheng Qianfan frowned slightly and stared at Keita Suzuki.

Suzuki Keita smiled slightly, then suddenly shut up and stopped talking.

Cheng Qianfan frowned and looked a little dissatisfied.

However, he then chuckled and fell silent without asking any more questions.

Suzuki Keita glanced at Cheng Qianfan in surprise, and then he fell silent.

This silence lasted until Li Hao returned.

Haozi placed a silk bag on the table and nodded towards Brother Fan.

……

Cheng Qianfan put his right hand into the bag and took out a large yellow croaker from the silk bag.

He looked carefully.

There was a look of intoxication in his eyes.

Then he took out another large yellow croaker.

With one hand in each hand, two large yellow croakers collided, making a crisp sound.

Cheng Qianfan squinted his eyes and listened to this charming metal percussion music with great enjoyment.

After a moment, he put down the big yellow croaker in his hand and looked at Keita Suzuki, "Mr. Suzuki, you can ask now."

He smiled, showing the warm smile of a businessman facing a big customer, "Cheng Mou must tell you everything he knows, and he will tell you everything."

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