Chapter 573: MI7

'You two...'

'Captain Zhang, let's talk for a moment.'

'Okay.'

'We've contracted the grill room. Please.'

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong nodded. Look at Dickens.

He wanted to get a hint from Dickens's face. Unfortunately, there was none.

He wondered secretly, these two guys, it seems a bit serious?

If it is about the Kailuan Coal Mine, if it is about the Japanese spy, it seems there is no need to be so solemn, right?

Of course, it's good to be solemn.

Being solemn means the situation is serious. And a serious situation means he might have even more lucrative rewards.

Enter the grill room.

Sit down separately.

The woman is beautiful, the man is handsome.

Indeed, they are a perfect couple.

'Has there been an accident at the Kailuan coal mine?'

'No.'

'Then...'

Zhang Yong was puzzled.

If there was nothing wrong, what were you doing here?

And, wearing Catherine, is it related to the reporter?

Then he saw Catherine stand up, 'Mr. Zhang Yong, let's get reacquainted. United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. MI7. Catherine.'

Dickens followed suit, 'Ditto. MI7, Dickens.'

Zhang Yong looked at the two in astonishment.

He was shocked.

Really.

Very shocked!

For a moment, his mind actually went a bit blank.

MI7!

The other person was actually from MI7.

Damn it!

They were hiding it so well! He hadn't noticed at all!

He had thought that Catherine was just a journalist. And he had thought that Dickens was just an unlucky second-generation official.

Who knew that they were MI7 agents!

Awesome!

They had just revealed their identities!

That was going to be...

That's not simple!

Gradually regaining her composure, she tries to take it all in.

MI7...

That's a big name...

Huh?

How many departments are there?

Seven? Isn't it MI5 or MI6?

The ones that are famous are usually MI5 and MI6!

007 is from MI6...

'Wait a minute.'

Zhang Yong subconsciously reached out his hand.

MI7, who are you?

It's not a fake, is it?

Anyway, these days, as long as you're brave, Sadako is on maternity leave...

'Not MI5?'

'No.'

'Not MI6?'

'No.'

'MI7?'

'Yes.'

'What does MI7 do?'

'MI7 is responsible for intelligence in the Far East. Mainly Japan.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong slowly sat down.

I see. So MI7 is responsible for the Far East! No wonder.

After World War II, the British influence in the Far East basically disappeared. I guess Section 7 was also disbanded. Only Sections 5 and 6 remain.

So, here's the question. What did they mean by identifying themselves?

The greatest weapon of a spy is secrecy. It's a bit unusual for them to identify themselves like that!

"Please sit down.'

'Thank you!'

Dickens and Catherine sat down.

Zhang Yong looked at Dickens and then at Catherine. Both of them looked calm and clearly well-trained.

'Dickens, how long have you been in the Far East?'

'One year and nine months.'

'And you, Miss Catherine?'

'Three years and three months.'

'I've only been with the Revival Society for eight months.'

'We know,'

replied Catherine.

This woman is indeed very beautiful. Heart-stopping.

I guess MI7 asked her to appear in front of him for the purpose of seducing him with her beauty as well.

Beauty is a weapon at any time.

Especially in the spy industry. Even if you know that the other person is a spy, her beauty is still lethal.

Everyone loves beauty.

As long as you are human, you have emotions. Bond need not be mentioned. Bourne is no exception.

And using beauty against him, Zhang Yong, is simply a fatal flaw.

After all, Zhang Yong's reputation as a womaniser and a money-lover has long since spread. I believe that MI7 already has very complete information on him.

If he ever forgets how many women he has, he can just look through the MI7 files and find out.

Even if he doesn't remember, someone else will have recorded it all.

'So, you want to see me about something?'

'Yes.'

'What is it?'

'I heard that you have some very important technical information in your possession, and that you have given it to the Germans.'

'Yes,'

Zhang Yong did not hide anything.

He was a little uneasy inside. He had not expected Project Thunderstorm to have such a great effect.

He had only wanted to throw a small stone into the water, to make some splashes. But it turned out that he had thrown a brick. The splash was quite big.

The Japanese were naturally attracted. And the Germans. He had expected that.

But he never expected MI7 to come knocking on his door.

Britain, Germany...

Alas, Britain, France, Germany, the list goes on and on...

In short, the British also want the technical data from the Germans.

And the French probably want it too.

Huh? What intelligence agency do the French have? I don't think I've heard of one...

Sitting upright.

Is this considered an official meeting now?

He represents China, and they two represent Britain? And what will they discuss?

Looking at Catherine.

'Since we're in the same business, you don't have to pay the journalist's fee.'

'No way,'

Catherine flatly refused.

Zhang Yong couldn't help but frown.

This woman, so beautiful, is also so greedy!

Believe it or not, I'll steal your people too. Then you don't have to pay the money. And you'll get a beautiful woman.

Do you want to know when Germany invaded Poland?

Do you want to know when France surrendered?

Do you want to know what Dunkirk is?

Thanks to the propaganda of later generations in Europe and the United States, it seems as if Europe and the United States won World War II, and there are movies about it everywhere. Therefore, Zhang Yong remembers all those major events very clearly.

Just throw out any piece of information, and you can make millions of dollars.

And it's still the dollar from around 1940. Not the dollar from 2020.

If he met the head of the British intelligence agency and asked him for a beautiful woman, it would probably not be difficult.

'So how much do I still owe you?'

'8,500 pounds.'

'Okay. Here you go.'

Zhang Yong immediately counted the pounds in his space. Then he took them out.

One thousand, two thousand, three thousand...

He counted until he had 8,500 pounds. Then he handed them to Catherine.

'Count them carefully.'

'Of course.'

'The employment contract is terminated. From now on, we are no longer indebted to each other.'

'Good!'

Catherine beamed and accepted the pounds.

She counted it carefully. 8,500 pounds. Not a penny less. She was overjoyed.

But next to her, Dickens frowned.

This was getting a bit tricky.

Zhang Yong had actually paid. This was going to be a problem!

As everyone knows, Zhang Yong is extremely greedy. He is money-minded. He loves money.

Money that has fallen into his pocket, it is very difficult to get back.

Now, even an idiot can see that. He was reluctant to give it back. One can only imagine his mood.

What's next?

Everything is about money.

'Good, our personal matters are over. Let's talk business,' Zhang Yong said with a smile, "What business do you two have with me?'

'We want to know where you got the technical information?" Dickens said slowly, 'In exchange, we also have some information to share.'

'5,000 pounds.'

'You...'

Dickens was silent.

Sure enough, the thing they were most worried about was mentioned.

Catherine was unyielding, and Zhang Yong was of course also asking for an exorbitant amount. Talk about money! Talk about money! Talk about money!

"You might as well go rob!'

'I refuse to answer.'

Zhang Yong lifted his glass.

In fact, he was tired of the Western food at the Peace Hotel.

However, if someone else was treating, he could eat a little more. And then drink a little more wine.

Catherine angrily took out 5,000 of the pounds in her hand and pushed it back angrily. She looked reluctant.

She was also a woman who loved money.

However, when she met Zhang Yong, who loved money even more than her, she could only resign herself to her fate.

It was also the rule to use money to buy intelligence.

If an intelligence agency did not have money, it could not do anything.

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong smiled and took back the pounds.

Ah, there is still a shortfall of 3,500.

There's still 3,500! My heart aches! I still haven't recovered 3,500 in foreign debt! And it's in pounds!

"It was obtained from the Japanese.'

'But there's news that it was bought from Safiya.'

'That's a smokescreen. I let it out.'

'Really?'

'I'm telling the truth. If I lie, may I be struck dead.'

Zhang Yong swore with a calm expression.

Struck dead?

It doesn't matter.

As long as we can defeat the Japanese invaders, it doesn't matter if we go without descendants.

Without descendants, there's no need to worry about paradoxes caused by time travel.

Dickens and Catherine looked at each other.

At this moment, Zhang Yong could see it. Dickens was the real expert.

Catherine was a rookie. Just like him.

Thinking about Dickens's acting, Zhang Yong couldn't help but admire him.

This guy is actually from MI7.

When he thought about Yan Guangkun, he realised that he was actually an undercover agent for the Red Party. It seemed like a relief.

Everyone else was a master. He was the only rookie.

It was already pretty good that he was still alive. Trying to expose others was difficult.

In terms of professional skills, he was still at the beginning!

Fortunately, he was young and still had plenty of time to learn.

So...

There was still £3,500 left. When would he get it back?