Spy War: My Cheat Code is a Rat

"Alright, Brother Chen, don't worry, Xiulian will be fine with me."

Liu Jie got into the car, and the smile on his face never left.

"Okay, let's go back to the military police headquarters. You know where the rice and noodles are at the military police headquarters, right? When we get back, get a few people to move the rice and noodles to the tailor shop."

Lu Chen nodded. He knew Liu Jie's character well, and he was actually more at ease leaving his sister Lu Xiulian with him.

Liu Jie started the car and drove Lu Chen toward the military police station.

As Lu Chen passed by the tailor shop, he saw that it was already open. The child was standing at the door, while the old man was sitting inside, wearing glasses and holding a needle and thread. One after another, many people were going in with clothes.

Upon arriving at the military police headquarters, Lu Chen did not go in, but instead asked Liu Jie to take some men to move flour and rice.

"It's done so quickly?"

After Liu Jie left, Lu Chen looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, squatted down and peered into the sewer through the crack.

The sewers had all turned brown, just as Lu Chen had instructed, to wrap all the sewers in the Chinese and French concessions with kraft paper.

"Call Rat back."

Just then, Lu Chen saw a mouse passing by and whispered something to it. The mouse paused for a moment, then disappeared in a flash.

Now that it's all done, we can bring Rat One back, and then we need to arrange for him to continue with the follow-up missions.

"Squeak squeak".

The rats moved quickly, one after another, and the message traveled very fast. The rats moved quickly as well, and only a few minutes later, Rat One appeared next to Lu Chen.

Lu Chen glanced around, estimating that Liu Jie wouldn't be back for a while with so much rice and noodles. He took out a white cloth from his pocket, wrapped it around his hand, and then picked up the rat.

The toilets in the military police headquarters were littered with cigarette butts, were not cleaned by anyone, and smelled extremely pungent.

Lu Chen looked around, his eyes lit up, and he walked to the window and picked up a yellow object.

Sulfur soap is actually just regular soap.

The military police were all grown men; how could they possibly use soap after using the toilet? So the soap was just thrown here.

Soap has a disinfecting effect. Since Rat One has been in the sewer for so long, he must have a lot of viruses on him. Lu Chen needs to clean him up properly before he dares to let him come into contact with his skin.

After washing, the mouse shook its fur before jumping into Lu Chen's pocket.

"Keep an eye on things and see if anyone is following me."

After dealing with Rat One, Lu Chen was still worried that Kuroda might send someone to follow him. After giving him a few words of advice, he returned to the car to wait.

"Brother Chen, we have too much stuff, we can't move it all in one trip. Should we go directly to the tailor shop, or what?"

"Let's go straight to the tailor shop. We can make more trips and carry more things. After we finish, each of us will get a dollar."

5000 catties of rice and noodles, how could such a small number of people possibly move it all in one trip? So Lu Chen simply let them make several trips, since they didn't have much to do while they were in the military police station anyway.

Amidst cheers, Lu Chen led a large group of people toward the tailor shop.

"Grandpa, I'm here again."

Upon seeing the old man, Lu Chen greeted him warmly and instructed the others to pile the rice and noodles together against the wall.

"Please don't call me 'Grandpa,' this old man can't accept it. My surname is Wang, please call me whatever you like."

Grandpa Wang hurriedly waved his hand to refuse, and looking at the bags of rice and noodles, he directly addressed Lu Chen as "sir".

With grain prices skyrocketing, who wouldn't have some kind of powerful backing to do grain business? After all, it's wartime now, and grain prices are changing daily; without connections, no one would dare to do it.

"Alright, Old Wang, from now on you'll be on the left, in charge of mending the people's clothes, and the grain will be on the right with prices listed. I'll arrange for someone to keep an eye on it later."

Lu Chen immediately made the arrangements. Old Master Wang naturally had no objections. He had his own way of making money and could earn more money every month, so why not?

Looking at the grain, Grandpa Wang hesitated, wondering how much it cost. He thought the price must be high at this time of year.

Grandpa Wang sees all sorts of people every day while mending clothes. Most of the people who come to him are ordinary folks; who among them would wear patched clothes?

He knew perfectly well how difficult it was for ordinary people to survive; they didn't have much money and couldn't afford to buy food at all.

But he didn't dare to speak in front of Lu Chen. This young man's identity must be extraordinary, so he should refrain from saying anything.

"Brother Chen, should I stick it here?"

Liu Jie climbed the ladder, holding a large sheet of white paper in his hand.

After finding the right spot, I clapped my hands a few times and then pasted the white paper next to the words "tailor".

On the white paper, two large black characters were written in regular script: Rice Shop.

"Hey, everyone."

After Liu Jie finished pasting the paper, Lu Chen stood at the door, looking at the crowds coming and going on the street and at the tailor shop, and loudly attracted everyone's attention.

"Hey, isn't this a tailor shop? Why has it turned into a rice shop?"

"Are you stupid? Tailoring, rice trading—isn't it obvious you should do both?"

"Oh well, so what? Grain prices are too high these days. I can't afford to buy it even if he sells it to me."

There are always plenty of onlookers, and many people gathered around, pointing and whispering about the words "rice shop" as they looked at Lu Chen at the front.

"Fellow villagers, please be quiet for a moment, please be quiet for a moment."

Lu Chen didn't speak, but seeing the chaos on the scene, Liu Jie quickly spoke up to calm everyone down.

After everyone quieted down, Lu Chen looked at the crowd. Grandpa Wang and his grandson were watching Lu Chen from inside the shop.

"In the future, there will not only be tailors here, but also rice and flour for sale. Anyone who needs them can come here to buy them."

Looking at the crowd, Lu Chen slowly spoke.

After he finished speaking, no one responded; everyone waited for Lu Chen to continue. What ordinary people care about is the price and whether they can afford it.

"Finally, our rice shop sets the price at two yuan per jin for rice and one yuan per jin for flour. This price will remain unchanged from now on."

Lu Chen's words were like a fish falling into a hot pot, immediately sparking discussion among those around him, with everyone expressing doubt about the price.

"At such a low price, could it be bad rice?"

"Who cares about it? It's this late. So what if the rice is bad? At worst, it'll just give you a few bouts of diarrhea."

"Yes, I don't care if the rice is good or bad, as long as I can eat my fill."

Seeing the crowd's reaction, Lu Chen was very satisfied. The publicity effect had been achieved. Faced with such a low price, the people would definitely spread the word, and before long, the entire Chinese world would know about this shop.

"Sales officially begin tomorrow. Today is just a notification. If you want to buy rice or noodles, just come over at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

After saying that, Lu Chen and Liu Jie returned to the military police headquarters, where Lu Chen personally watched the officers carry rice and noodles.

After all the rice and noodles were moved, Lu Chen gave each of the military police officers who had moved the rice and noodles a large silver dollar.

This caused those who were afraid of the hard work and didn't go to regret it. The Japanese army started paying wages in silver dollars. Ordinary military police officers only received twenty silver dollars a month. One silver dollar was equivalent to two days' wages for them.

After finishing everything, it was getting dark. Lu Chen asked Liu Jie to take him home. Thinking of Shen Ruoqiu at home, Lu Chen had a headache.