Crossing the spy war, my code name is God of Wealth

Chapter 264 Plan in progress

Shanghai, International Settlement, Chinachem Hotel.

This tallest building in the Far East, famous in Asia, has been known as a synonym for prosperity since its construction.

Whether in an era of frequent wars or a peaceful future.

There is always singing and dancing here.

In a Buick outside the Cathay Hotel.

The special agent team from Shanghai quietly watched the people coming and going.

Their mission today is to perform a show here, a big show that can deceive the Japanese.

At this time, in the back seat of the car, Gao Minghui was adjusting his facial expressions in front of the mirror.

In the past few years, he has been by Mr. Song's side, acting as his stand-in and eliminating various dangers for him.

After Mr. Song retreated to the second line, Gao Minghui went to Jinling Station to lurk under the arrangement of Boss Dai.

Just a few days ago, the headquarters suddenly sent a message to Jinling Station, asking them to carry out a special operation.

The operation was conducted by Wan Tianmu, Gao Minghui and Qiao Zhenguo, a member of the secret code group of Jinling Station.

In the Buick, Wan Tianmu sat in the driving seat and stared at the watch on his wrist, checking the time while watching the vehicles entering and leaving the Cathay Hotel.

The target person hasn't appeared yet, and Wan Tianmu can't help but start to get anxious.

In the back seat, Qiao Zhenguo pointed the camera lens at Gao Minghui, trying to capture his expression from every angle.

After waiting for a long time, it was almost half past six in the evening when Wan Tianmu finally saw the target person.

A car with a French Consulate license plate slowly drove into the Chinachem Hotel.

"Here I come, here I come." Wan Tianmu turned around and said in a deep voice: "Lao Gao, it's up to you now."

"Zhen Guo, come with me."

The two nodded, opened the car door, tightened their clothes, and walked towards the Chinachem Hotel.

The Chinese banquet hall on the second floor of the Chinachem Hotel.

The host of the labor union on the stage was describing in a moving and vivid manner the dire situation currently faced by the disaster-stricken people in Huayuankou.

It is winter now, and the homes affected by the disaster are beginning to be rebuilt, requiring a large amount of disaster relief supplies.

The Labour Union hopes that celebrities and philanthropists from all walks of life who participate in the charity dinner can show some love.

As the host finished speaking, there was some sparse applause in the banquet hall.

Then, the host invited the leaders of the labor union to come on stage...

This kind of party is really boring.

A bunch of people, known and unknown, sat together and talked nonsense.

While Chen Yang was clapping perfunctorily, he kept his eye on Sir Blair who was sitting not far away.

According to the plan, the actors are now in place. Chen Yang really wants to know how those people from the Military Control Commission will create an opportunity for Blair and the actor to be alone together.

The two leaders of the labor union said a lot of nonsense, and then the most important part was donation.

This kind of thing is tacitly known to everyone.

Generally, large chambers of commerce would donate 10,000 oceans, such as the Shanghai Merchants Guild, the Zhejiang Merchants Guild, the Huizhou Merchants, the Shanxi Merchants and the like.

Medium-sized chambers of commerce donate between three thousand and five thousand, while small chambers of commerce donate five hundred or one thousand just as a token of appreciation.

There are fewer consulates than large chambers of commerce, but more than medium-sized chambers of commerce.

Usually six to eight thousand dollars.

The Japanese Consulate in Shanghai, represented by Chen Yang, donated 6,600 oceans.

After paying the money, the photographer next to us took various photos and made some friendly slogans.

The time reached eight o'clock in the evening, the banquet was about to end, and everyone was preparing to leave.

Everyone raised their glasses, said hello to their acquaintances, and prepared to leave.

Chen Yang gradually became anxious. Why didn't anyone show up at this time? Could this plan go wrong again?

"Sir Blair." Chen Yang picked up the wine glass and walked forward and said, "It's not easy to see you."

"Chen Yang, oh, no, now I should call you Commander Chen." Blair obviously still remembered Chen Yang.

"Why don't you see Miss Haley?"

Chen Yang shrugged and said, "Hailey is on a business trip. Editor-in-Chief Bob wants her to go to Hangzhou for an interview."

"It will probably take a few days before I can come back."

"Oh," Blair nodded and said, "Is Commander Chen ready to leave?"

"It's almost done," Chen Yang said, "The party is over, and I still have to go back to the consulate to report."

"Chief Chen is really dedicated. Haley has good taste." Blair raised the wine glass in his hand, clinked it with Chen Yang's, took a sip and said, "Chief Chen, drink slowly. I have to leave first."

"I'm old now, and the doctor told me to get enough sleep."

Chen Yang said in a gentle voice: "Sir Blair, take care."

Blair nodded slightly, put down his glass, and asked his secretary to follow him.

At this moment, Chen Yang suddenly noticed a waiter carrying a tray and walking towards Sir Blair.

"Wan Tianmu." Chen Yang felt instantly at ease after seeing the introduction of the waiter on the system page.

"As expected, she is one of the four great commanders of the Military Control Commission. Her makeup skills are very sophisticated." Chen Yang couldn't help but admire the figure.

"Chen Yang, can we go now?" Fujiwara Shizuka's cheeks turned slightly red and her eyes gradually became blurred.

"Oh, let's go back." Seeing Wan Tianmu's appearance, Chen Yang gradually felt relieved.

This is the living signboard of the Military Control Commission, and his actions will definitely be foolproof.

"Splash." There was a commotion in the distance, and Wan Tianmu accidentally spilled the red wine on the tray onto Sir Blair's clothes.

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? Don't you have eyes?"

"Do you know how much this dress costs? Even if you sell yourself, you can't afford the compensation." The secretary next to Blair started scolding immediately.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Wan Tianmu apologized repeatedly, and while using a towel to wipe the wine off Blair, he said, "Sir, I didn't mean to do that. I just tripped accidentally."

"It's okay, it's okay." As a senior official of the French Consulate, Blair was very generous. He wiped the wine off his body and saw that there were still some stains on his cuffs, so he said in a gentle voice: "Can you take me to the bathroom? I'll clean it up a little."

"Okay, sir, please follow me." Wan Tianmu nodded and bowed, then quickly took Blair to the bathroom outside.

After walking out the door, Wan Tianmu glanced at Gao Minghui who was sitting on the sofa in the distance, touched his bow tie with his right hand, and moved it left and right.

Gao Minghui nodded, winked at Qiao Zhenguo beside him, then stood up and followed the two of them.

"Sir, please come this way." Wan Tianmu led Blair into the bathroom and apologized repeatedly, "Sir, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"No need, I can do it myself." Blair shook his head, walked to the faucet, turned on the faucet, dipped his hand in some water, and wiped his cuffs.

Wan Tianmu turned and walked out of the bathroom, then took out the "Do Not Use Due to Repair" sign that he had prepared long ago and placed it in front of the bathroom door.