Spy War: My Cheat Code is a Rat

"This young man looks familiar. Haven't we met somewhere before?"

Huang Dayong did not approach, which gave Lu Chen no chance to fire.

As he spoke, Huang Dayong kept staring at Lu Chen with a forced smile, his hand already inside his pocket.

"Teacher Yang, who is this young man?"

Lu Chen didn't reply. Instead, he stared at Huang Dayong, trying to remain calm. After all, Huang Dayong was a cunning old fox who might attack him at the slightest sign of trouble.

After calming down, Lu Chen took a closer look. Huang Dayong's side had at least 5 or 6 people. If he were to take action, his fate would be extremely tragic!

"His name is Lu Chen. He's a young man who came to me to learn Japanese. He's quite talented. Do you two know each other?"

Yang Huaiyuan looked at Huang Dayong with a puzzled expression, then turned to look at Lu Chen.

Huang Dayong, as the warehouse director, was not a high-ranking official, but his power was undeniable, and he was a well-known figure in the Chinese community of Shanghai.

In Yang Huaiyuan's eyes, Lu Chen was just an unknown small businessman.

The two men were from vastly different social classes, and Yang Huaiyuan believed they should not have met.

"Yes, we know each other; we met briefly yesterday."

Huang Dayong picked up the conversation, and his eyes lit up when he heard that Lu Chen had a good talent for Japanese.

Lu Chen remained silent, perhaps due to nervousness.

"Ms. Yang, you can continue the lesson. I'll be leaving now."

Huang Dayong greeted them and then walked out the door, glancing back at Lu Chen as he left.

bump!

It wasn't until the door was completely closed that Lu Chen felt like he had come back to life.

At first, Huang Dayong stared at him as if he wanted to devour him.

But there was actually a hint of friendliness in his eyes before he left?

Lu Chen didn't understand, and he didn't want to understand. Huang Dayong was involved in arms trafficking, and getting involved with him was never a good thing.

"We need to finish this mission quickly!"

Lu Chen gritted his teeth; he needed to finish investigating Huang Dayong as soon as possible.

He knew that Huang Dayong had been watching him since yesterday, and if he didn't get rid of him, he and his family would be in great danger!

However, the organization had given a strict order: the whereabouts of this batch of weapons must be investigated.

Therefore, there is only one way to fully understand this mission: infiltrate the Japanese army and thoroughly investigate the matter!

......

"Chief, why didn't you just kill that kid?"

As Huang Dayong walked downstairs, one of the men next to him pulled out a gun and said menacingly.

"Are you stupid? You want me to kill someone in front of Yang Huaiyuan?"

"We need a Japanese translator right now, otherwise we won't know what tricks Kuroda's translator might pull. Go check out Lu Chen; if his background is clean, we could use him..."

After saying that, Huang Dayong got into the car, squinted, and released his right hand, which had been holding the gun, onto his knee.

Lu Chen had no idea that he had just been on the verge of death, and in the end, it was actually his least favorite subject, studying, that saved him.

Huang Dayong recognized Lu Chen's talent for learning Japanese. If Yang Huaiyuan said it was good, then it must be good.

Once he finishes his studies, we can hire him as a translator; nobody dislikes money.

Huang Dayong's mind was filled with the scene of Lu Chen forgetting to pay for the candied hawthorns he bought yesterday, which was clearly not normal behavior.

As a businessman, Huang Dayong knows very well that almost everyone pays for goods on the spot, and it is rare for someone to forget to pay.

However, in order to further cooperate with the Japanese army and make more money, Huang Dayong decided to let Lu Chen be the translator, on the condition that Lu Chen's background be clean!

......

After class, Lu Chen walked straight out of the room and onto the street, where he saw Huang Dayong's Lincoln parked in front of him.

"Lu Chen, come up here."

Just as Lu Chen was about to go around, Huang Dayong rolled down the car window and called out to Lu Chen.

"...Brother, is there anything I can help you with?"

Lu Chen wanted to refuse, but then he saw that the front window of the Lincoln had also rolled down, and two burly men were sitting inside.

If I refuse, these people might force me into their car...

Left with no other choice, Lu Chen got into the car, speaking as if he were talking to a stranger.

"Don't be so formal. My name is Huang Dayong, and yours is Lu Chen, right?"

Huang Dayong had a kind face and even put his arm around Lu Chen's shoulder.

Lu Chen's heart raced. Huang Dayong was right next to him, perched on his shoulder, and his fat hand was right where he had hidden his gun—just a hair's breadth away, and he could touch him instantly!

"Yes, Brother Huang."

Lu Chen's voice betrayed his obvious nervousness. He dared not make any unnecessary movements, lest Huang Dayong discover him.

In this confined space, I reckon I'd be riddled with bullets.

"Lu Chen, why are you learning Japanese? Are you interested in becoming a translator after you learn it?"

Seeing Lu Chen's nervous appearance, Huang Dayong's wariness towards him lessened somewhat.

If someone gets this nervous just talking to themselves, what kind of hidden danger could that be?

"The Japanese are rich, so I never considered translating in order to do business with them."

Lu Chen shook his head and casually told the lie he had used to fool Yang Huaiyuan.

So that's why Huang Dayong contacted him. That makes sense; he needed a translator to trade arms with the Japanese.

But why did he find me?

Lu Chen wasn't foolish enough to ask Huang Dayong directly; instead, he waited for him to continue.

"The conditions are the same as Teacher Yang's: 1000 French francs a month. As long as you can learn Japanese, I can also help you do business with Japanese people."

Huang Dayong gestured to his two subordinates in the front row to take out a stack of legal tender, and then waved it in front of Lu Chen as he spoke.

Looking at this stack of Chinese currency, it's impossible not to be tempted.

To dispel Huang Dayong's suspicions, Lu Chen slowly raised his hand and reached towards the stack of legal tender.

Huang Dayong did not dodge and handed the stack of legal tender directly to Lu Chen.

"Consider this a small gift. You won't be shortchanged working for me."

After finishing his conversation, Huang Dayong chatted with Lu Chen for a while, subtly probing into Lu Chen's family situation.

Lu Chen did not hide anything and told him everything truthfully.

Finally, Huang Dayong said goodbye to Lu Chen and drove away.

Smelling the car exhaust fumes, Lu Chen revealed a triumphant smile.

"I thought it would be difficult to infiltrate between the Japanese army and Huang Dayong, but I didn't expect it to be so easy. I can even get an extra 1000 yuan a month. This is...tsk tsk tsk..."

Lu Chen patted the stack of legal tender in his hand, which was about 1000, clicked his tongue twice, and then turned and left.

......

"Go check and see if what he said is true. If it is true, then there is no need to continue investigating. With his cowardly appearance, he is just like a mouse."

Huang Dayong sat in the back row with a cigar between his fingers, speaking in a nonchalant tone with a face full of contempt.

"Yes, Director."

The two subordinates in the front row burst into laughter. Lu Chen's behavior just now was truly cowardly.

Unbeknownst to him, Huang Dayong's wariness of Lu Chen had almost completely vanished, leaving only contempt.