Genius Agent

Chapter 90 Who is the buyer?

Kato Takeru is from the intelligence group, so it would be very easy for him to make something like this.

Yesterday, Kento Kato specifically rented another house in the International Settlement. If his identity is traced, this safe house will have a different purpose.

Therefore, he only used this safe house once.

He first went to the previous safe house, and soon after, Kato Ken disguised himself as a woman.

She looks like a woman in her thirties, heavily made up and dressed like a woman of the night.

Kato Ken hailed a rickshaw and arrived at his new rented house. He deliberately lingered in the new house for a while, only coming out when someone was outside.

There was a public phone booth nearby, and Kato Ken dialed a number.

【Ring ring ring】

In the Shanghai station action team, the office phone rang, and Cao Lijun picked up the receiver casually.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Team Leader Cao? The Special Higher Police are tracking your movements."

Kato Ken used a woman's voice, so he wasn't afraid of being eavesdropped on, but he still hung up the phone and left after speaking.

As he left the phone booth, Ken Kato glanced at the shops next door.

Someone noticed him.

Kato Takeru is not afraid of being seen. His current appearance is completely different from his real appearance. He has even made some changes to his height and body shape.

At Shanghai Station, Cao Lijun held the microphone, looking somewhat surprised.

Who is warning him?

What are the Special Higher Police trying to do by tracking his movements?

The answer is obvious. The Shanghai station just punished four Special Higher Police agents who were undercover, and it was he who led the team. These Japanese want to retaliate against him.

Cao Lijun took this warning seriously. After thinking for a moment, he took two people and went straight out.

Kato Ken didn't know that Cao Lijun answered the phone. To him, it didn't matter who answered the phone, as long as Cao Lijun was not notified.

If the person who answered the phone deliberately concealed the truth and Cao Lijun failed to know, then it was Cao Lijun's own incompetence.

They deserved to die.

Cao Lijun was merely a knife borrowed by Kato Ken, a knife that could help him kill.

But Cao Lijun took his own life and death very seriously.

Regardless of who is calling or what their intentions are, he needs to understand the current situation around him and will not give the Japanese any opportunity to take advantage of him.

In the Japanese quarter, Ken Kato timed it perfectly, noticing that the guard at the back door had gone to the restroom, and immediately returned.

Upon arriving at the archives, Takano was indeed still asleep.

After looking at some things for a while, Kato Ken got up.

"Takano-kun, wake up."

"Kato-kun, are you going back?"

Takano narrowed his eyes and asked lazily. Kato Ken nodded slightly: "I'll go back first, and come again tomorrow."

"Okay, Kato-kun, take care."

Takano hurriedly stood up. He did not look down on or mock Kato Ken; he was just a data room keeper with no real power, almost like a guard.

Even if someone in the intelligence or action teams is injured, their status is still much higher than his.

Ken Kato returned to his dormitory and rested peacefully.

Cao Lijun is the action team leader at the Shanghai station. A person who can be a team leader can't be too stupid.

If you're stupid, you should die sooner and make way for the smart ones.

At the newspaper office, Su Yuncheng was reviewing this month's financial report.

The newspaper is currently operating well. With the increase in staff, the quality of news has improved, and sales are also increasing.

It has already stabilized at 13,000 servings per day.

The task given to him by Muto Tomoo was not difficult for Su Yuncheng to complete.

The company's finances were in good shape; the money from newspaper sales was enough to cover the newspaper's expenses, and Muto Tomoo had given him extra funds, so maintaining the newspaper's operation was not a problem at all.

"Editor-in-chief, here is tomorrow's sample copy."

Just before the end of the workday, Huang Chuanming delivered a sample of tomorrow's newspaper, which Su Yuncheng accepted.

There are no problems with the news for now; the content has all been reviewed by him, and the main thing is the layout.

"Okay, send it to the printing factory as soon as possible."

After carefully reviewing it and finding no problems, Su Yuncheng returned the sample report to Huang Chuanming.

"Yes, editor-in-chief."

Huang Chuanming left with the newspaper, and Su Yuncheng glanced at his retreating figure.

Huang Chuanming has been in much better spirits lately, but it's not because of any changes in his work at the newspaper. It seems he's encountered some trouble with the Communist Party.

It's good that he's in good spirits, so Su Yuncheng didn't ask any further questions.

In the evening, Su Yuncheng came to the safe house to continue teaching Mian Tiao and Chen Ming to read.

"Sir, you're back."

The two arrived on time. A few days ago, Su Yuncheng went to Nanjing, and their teaching was temporarily suspended. The two were reviewing, and Noodles even took the initiative to teach Chen Ming the characters she knew.

"We're back, let's begin."

Su Yuncheng glanced at them and nodded slightly. One of them was pulling a cart and the other was shining shoes. Their work was a bit monotonous, and there was not much they could do to help him in the future.

In fact, Su Yuncheng understood that whether he was pulling a rickshaw or shining shoes, he could access useful information.

Moreover, two people are not enough; the limitations are too great.

Su Yuncheng wasn't in a hurry; he wanted to train the two of them first, since their current abilities weren't enough to help him.

Nothing happened that night, and Su Yuncheng got up early.

"Brother Yuncheng, open the door, it's me."

While I was having breakfast, there was a knock on the door, and Horiuchi Sosuke's voice came through.

Why is this kid here so early in the morning?

What trouble has he gotten himself into this time?

"Why are you here? Have you eaten?"

Su Yuncheng went to open the door, and Horiuchi Sousuke, carrying a paper bag, squeezed in and ran into the living room.

"I bought pan-fried buns, let's eat them together."

Horiuchi Sōsuke opened the paper bag, revealing fragrant pan-fried buns inside, which were indeed better than Su Yuncheng's steamed buns and pickled vegetables.

"Speak, what is it?"

Su Yuncheng didn't stand on ceremony, picked up a pan-fried bun and put it in his mouth. Horiuchi Sōsuke was the kind of person who wouldn't come to the temple without a reason, so his coming here must mean something.

"Brother Yuncheng, did you manage to get Dilang's matter sorted out?"

Horiuchi Sōsuke, who was having dinner with Su Yuncheng, asked with a grin.

"Get to the point."

Su Yuncheng glared at him. Was this kid here because of Dilang, or because of his business?

Dylan is now the Commissioner of Police in the French Concession. If he is willing to help, Horiuchi Sosuke's small business will have no problem in the French Concession.

"It's about the last business deal. The buyer wants more goods, but I'm still worried about the police. Brother Yuncheng, why don't you join us? I won't let you take a single penny; I'll give you 30% of the profits every month."

Horiuchi Sousuke spoke quickly, and Su Yuncheng pushed the pan-fried buns in front of him: "Go back."

I knew this kid was up to no good; it was one of his shady dealings again.

"Brother Yuncheng, how about 40%?"

Horiuchi Sousuke gritted his teeth. He knew very well that if this business was to be stable and successful, he needed Su Yuncheng's support.

He dared not tell his brother-in-law, whose sister and brother-in-law were even stricter with him than Su Yuncheng. His brother-in-law always valued his reputation and would never get involved in such a thing.

Su Yuncheng ignored him and continued eating his steamed bun.

"Fifty percent, fifty percent is the highest."

Horiuchi Sosuke raised the price again; 50% was indeed not low, meaning he was essentially giving up half of his profits.

Su Yuncheng could sense that 50% was the limit he could withstand.

Who is the buyer?

Su Yuncheng suddenly asked, "He won't directly participate in this kind of business, but that doesn't mean he can't profit from it."

Finding Dillon was impossible, but Lu Mingxuan was still there.

It wouldn't be difficult for Su Yuncheng to help him.