Chapter 10 Commercial Espionage

"I'm a commercial spy, a pure commercial spy. I get paid to search for trade secrets for my employer. My job is high risk but peaceful. Many people think that spies are as exciting and fun as they are in movies. You have unrealistic misconceptions and yearnings for the profession of espionage, and I hope you are not such a person ."

After John Jones finished speaking, he stared into Yang Yi's eyes and said with a smile, "I'm just a commercial spy, so I can't teach you too much, and I can't bring you into the circle your father was in. Apart from the common name of a spy, we don't actually have much similarity, after hearing this, are you still willing to learn from me?"

Yang Yi said without hesitation: "Of course, if you are willing to let me learn from you, I am very grateful."

John Jones sighed, then stood up, put a business card on the table, and whispered, "Call me tomorrow at eight, bye."

John Jones just went.

John Jones didn't ask any details about Yang Yi's origin, how to prove his identity, where he went over the years, how he found out the cause of his parents' death, and how he decided to take revenge.

Yang Yi thinks there should be two reasons. One is that John Jones, as a spy, even if he is just a peaceful commercial spy, understands and strictly abides by one principle, that is, not to spy on other people's secrets easily.

Another reason is that John Jones will not get involved in his personal grievances.

For the sake of repaying his gratitude, John Jones will help Yang Yi enter the business and may teach him something, but John Jones will not be involved in Yang Yi's revenge plan, so he simply doesn't ask Yang Yi anything. In order not to turn against Yang Yi or even be silenced by Yang Yi in the future.

Yang Yi definitely didn't have this kind of thought, but it's unlikely that he won't have it in the future, and this is what John Jones is guarding against. Helping others may not be all good rewards. In order to avoid future troubles, it is good to know less. So even if Yang Yi said John first, he wouldn't necessarily know.

But no matter what, John Jones should help him, which is enough for Yang Yi.

Yang Yi is now thinking about what kind of person his father was.

In Yang Yi's impression, his father loved to laugh, was very low-key, and was a very ordinary businessman, but a very successful businessman, but he was more when he was not at home, but he would definitely accompany him as long as he went home.

So in his own impression, Yang Yi feels that his father is really a good father, but Yang Yi also understands that everyone has two faces.

In front of his own family, he plays a good father and a good husband. In front of others, it is hard to say what role Yang Yi's father plays.

After drinking the coffee, Yang Yi left the cafe and found a hotel to stay.

The next morning at six o'clock, Yang Yi got up to wash, had breakfast, and then waited in the hotel lobby until eight o'clock, and called John Jones on time.

"I'll be at the office at nine o'clock, you pour 186 Savile Row, and Jones will be looking for me."

John Jones hung up the phone, Yang Yi thought about it, and found that he was far away from Savile Row, and he was a little nervous to arrive in an hour.

Yang Yi immediately rushed out of the hotel lobby, got into the taxi he had reserved, and said anxiously, "186 Savile Row, hurry up!"

It took fifty-eight minutes for Yang Yi to arrive at 186 Savile Street, a three-story old-fashioned building with a men's clothing store on the first floor, and the accounting firm John Jones said on the third floor.

Yang Yi rushed up, and at nine o'clock sharply, he pushed open the glass door of the accounting office.

"Hello, I am looking for Mr. John Jones."

"Your name, please, sir."

"Yang Yi."

"Okay, Mr. Jones is in the office, please come with me."

The accounting firm is not big. Yang Yi glanced at it and found that there are six cubicle office areas in the hall, and there are also four independent offices. Now there are four people sitting in the cubicle office area in the hall.

A female receptionist in her twenties took Yang Yi to an office and knocked on the door. She whispered, "Mr. Jones, your waiting guest is here."

"Please come in."

Yang Yi entered the office. The office is not big, the decoration is very simple, and the layout is okay. At least it looks like the office of a normal accounting firm boss.

John Jones brought a flower mirror and saw Yang Yi come in. He put a stack of documents in his hand on the table, then took off the flower mirror he was carrying, put it aside, and reached out to the chair in front of the desk. With a finger, he said softly: "Please sit down, take a look at this, and sign it if there is no problem."

Yang Yi took the document handed by John Jones and found that it was the employment contract of Jones Accounting Firm.

Yang Yi made a puzzled gesture to John Jones, John Jones smiled and said, "Running an accounting firm is my main business, and commercial espionage is my part-time job. If you want to learn something from me, then You have to at least have a proper identity."

Yang Yi read the document, so he immediately signed his name, and then respectfully returned it to John Jones.

John Jones took the document, then smiled at Yang Yi and said, "Your job is to be an administrative assistant. As a newcomer, you have to start with the most basic things, such as cleaning, handing others a cup of coffee, etc. Also, you need to be familiar with the accountant's business as soon as possible, and I hope you can reach the level of a trainee accountant within six months."

Yang Yi was not dissatisfied, he was just curious now, and then he whispered: "Do I have to start with these?"

John Jones nodded, "Yes."

Yang Yi scratched his head, and then said helplessly: "I will do as you ordered, but I want to know what's the use of being a spy and learning these things."

"Of course it works. Since you want to follow me as a commercial spy, and you want to use the identity of an employee here as a cover, then of course you have to become an accountant, and even if you want to be a spy, you can count your assets. It's good, don't you think?"

Yang Yi spread his hands and said, "Uh, I'm fine, I can learn, but I also want to learn other more useful things, such as shooting, fighting, I have practiced fighting, but then I found myself practicing Those are meaningless, and of course there are other skills that I need to learn."

John Jones made a puzzled expression and said, "I don't understand, as a commercial spy, what are you doing studying this?"

Yang Yi was more puzzled than John Jones. He was extremely confused: "As a spy, aren't these the most basic skills?"

"No, no, you obviously didn't understand one thing. I said I was a commercial spy, and commercial espionage doesn't need this."

John Jones waved his hands back and forth and said with a smile: "As a spy, what is the most important thing? It is to obtain information and pass it on. With the current technological conditions, there is almost zero threshold for information transmission. Any ordinary person can It's easy to do, so the main job is to get intelligence."

"I can understand this, but..."

"No. But for a commercial spy, or even a spy in the true sense of what you think, the use of violence means failure , total failure, no matter the circumstances! Imagine a spy for the Allied forces during World War II. To get a piece of high-value military intelligence at Wolfenstein, what should he do? Shoot a Wehrmacht officer? Or exhaust a general with his bare hands, run away with a key piece of information, send it back, and go back to be treated as a hero ?"

Yang Yi was speechless when asked, John Jones shook his head and said: "This is the plot in the movie, in fact, this kind of thing does not happen, because for a spy, exposure is a failure, a complete failure, imagine For a moment, even if you kill a thousand people and get an extremely important piece of information, assuming that the Normandy landing plan is completed, do you think the information obtained in this way is still useful? If it is useless, you will still kill the thousand people. Does it make sense? It doesn't make sense, what are you doing, just to destroy the good situation where you have access to important information?"

Yang Yi was stunned by the question, and then he whispered: "However, many cases prove that sometimes violence must be used to obtain certain information."

"Yes, of course it does, but the use of violence to seize intelligence is so rare that you can't justify an isolated incident by chance, but you can't see what a spy actually does under most circumstances. of."

John Jones smiled, and then said to Yang Yi: "If I'm willing to help you, I will definitely follow the best way. Your future should not be a hands-on spy, or an agent, or an action team. There are a lot of problems that really need to be solved with violence, but those problems should not be solved by you."

Yang Yi whispered: "You mean that my template should be the role of a boss, or the role of a commander, not the person in charge of the specific actions?"

John nodded and said solemnly: "Yes, this is your position, a commander , not a soldier, just like your father, what information he needs doesn't need to be done by himself, all he does is need Order and then naturally someone will do everything for him."

Yang Yi took a breath and said, "I understand, so I don't need to learn some specific skills?"

John Jones said with a smile: "Yes, but not from me, you still need to start from the bottom, from familiarity with every link, all you have to learn from me is how to be a leader, as for other things , you have to study elsewhere, and repeat, I'm just a commercial spy, how about it, do you still want to join me now?"