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

Chapter 629 Who would care about the dead

Okita Keiji took a sip of red wine and nodded, "It was indeed an accident. I watched it for so long and couldn't see anything wrong."

"Mr. Chen, how many people did you arrange to create this accident?"

Chen Yang smiled and said, "Okita-kun, you might as well make a guess."

Okita Keiji frowned and asked, "This driver, the one riding the bicycle, and the middle-aged man pulling the bucket?"

Chen Yang laughed: "Okita-kun, you are wrong. From what you see now, except for the owner of the restaurant, they are all...

"What?" Okita Keiji asked in surprise, "You mean, the whole street is full of actors?"

"Mr. Chen, aren't you afraid that you will be exposed if you do this? You should know that the more complicated the plan, the easier it is to make mistakes."

Chen Yang shrugged and said, "This scene is not as simple as you think. Everyone has his or her own script."

"It can be said that none of them knew they were actors. I just asked them to do a very normal thing according to the script they were given."

"Those who drive are responsible for driving, those who ride bicycles are responsible for riding bicycles, and those who work are responsible for working..."

"Each of their characters does something that is consistent with their own personality."

"When all the plausible things come together, this murder becomes an accident."

A hint of admiration could not help but appear in Okita Keiji's eyes.

Chen Yang's ability to turn a murder case into a reasonable and legal accident should not be underestimated.

Ulla ulala, after waiting for more than ten minutes, I finally heard the sound of an ambulance.

A group of medical staff pushed through the crowd and quickly checked the condition of the injured. However, seeing the injured person's appearance, the medical staff were already convinced that the person was dead.

So, they even saved the trouble of sending an ambulance and asked the restaurant owner to directly call a funeral home car.

The restaurant owner's face turned pale and his hands and feet were shaking. His own signboard had killed someone, and the person was a naval officer. He could already imagine what kind of day was waiting for him in the future.

Chen Yang drank up the red wine in one gulp and said, "Okita-kun, you take care of the rest. I'm going back first."

Okita Keiji hurriedly bowed to Chen Yang and said, "Thank you for your hard work. I will take care of the rest."

Shanghai Stock Exchange, Special High Section.

"Knock, knock, knock." There was a rapid knock on the door, and Otani Genichirō said softly, "Come in."

Koizumi Kenichi opened the door and said, "Section Chief, the police station just sent a message that Kitahara Koichi from the Navy Department had an accident in front of the Japanese restaurant."

"He was hit by a falling sign and died on the spot."

Otani Genichirō frowned and murmured, "What a coincidence! We have just confirmed that Kitahara Koichi is involved in the assassination of Colonel Uchiyama."

"It's only been two days and Kitahara Koichi has had an accident?"

Koizumi Kenichi handed over the report and said, "The police arrested the people involved and questioned them one by one."

"Based on the current evidence, it doesn't seem like murder. It was indeed an accident."

Genichirō Otani took the report and threw it aside without even looking at it.

"There aren't that many surprises. This is just a case of sacrificing the pawn to save the king."

Xiaoquan Xian was stunned for a moment and said, "Section Chief, you mean that the Navy Department did it themselves."

"Do you want us to check it out?"

Otani Genichirō sneered and said, "Investigate? What reason do you have for investigating?"

"Kitahara Koichi is from the Navy Headquarters. If anything happens to him, the Navy Special Affairs Office should investigate."

"Who are you to investigate the Navy Department?"

"Do you really think that the Special High Police are invincible and can interfere in everything?"

Koizumi Kenichi smiled awkwardly but didn't dare to answer. He whispered, "What about Colonel Uchiyama's case? What do we say?"

"Now Zhuo Shiqi has not been found, Beiyuan Gongyi has had an accident again, and everyone related to Colonel Uchiyama has disappeared."

"We don't even have a target, how can we explain it?"

Otani Genichirō said calmly: "What else can I say? Just tell the truth."

"Go back and compile all the case details and evidence into a report, saying that the whole thing was caused by Kitahara Koichi leaking the whereabouts of Colonel Uchiyama, and Zhuo Shiqi was responsible."

"Ah," Koizumi Kenichi hesitated, "Section Chief, if we really write this, will those people in the Navy Department jump up and say that we are slandering them?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to explain yourself when the time comes."

"You are confused. Don't those people in the Navy know whether it is an injustice or not?" Otani Genichirō sneered, "Besides, at this point, who would bother with a dead person?"

"Just write it as I tell you, and send it to the Special Affairs Investigation Department of the Navy Department when you're done."

"If they still have objections, ask them to produce evidence."

Shanghai, French Concession, Chenji Commercial Bank.

"A little to the left. Yes, look carefully." Lin Tianbao stood at the door of the store and directed the workers to take down the original Chenji Store sign and replace it with a brand new Sunshine Trading Co., Ltd. sign.

The business scope of this trading company is not much different from that of the previous business firm.

The only difference is that there is one more pharmaceutical agent.

A drug called penicillin.

After all, Lin Tianbao is a college student of this era. He is proficient in English and French, and knows some basic Japanese.

After he studied the drug instructions of penicillin, he was instantly excited.

A drug that can target any inflammation and is ten times more effective than sulfa drugs. It is truly a life-saving miracle drug.

Lin Tianbao couldn't even imagine what kind of turmoil this drug would cause if it appeared on the Shanghai stock market.

All he can do now is to prepare for all possible situations before selling.

For example, product storage, confidentiality, and building a suitable sales network.

"Dabao," a familiar voice sounded, and in the distance, Minglan walked over with a basket.

Lin Tianbao greeted him with a smile: "Didn't I tell you not to bring me food in the future."

"You have so many things to do every day, and you still have to think about cooking for me..."

Minglan took out a handkerchief from her bosom, carefully wiped the sweat off Lin Tianbao's forehead and said, "What else can I do now?"

"My third uncle and his friends don't let me touch the business of the spinning mill, and the sales are in the hands of my fourth uncle, so I just sit there and stare blankly."

Lin Tianbao took the basket from Minglan and said, "Nannan, are you blaming me for not quitting my job and running the Ming family's business with you?"

Minglan shook her head and said, "I don't care about these things. Money is something you can't bring with you when you are born, and you can't take with you when you die."

"I'm just afraid that if you follow your boss, something bad will happen in the future."

Lin Tianbao smiled and said, "Don't worry, our boss is a very good person, nothing will happen."

Minglan was speechless for a moment. Lin Tianbao seemed to have no idea how terrifying his boss was.

In his eyes, a transport minister in the Japanese camp was like an older brother, who took care of him in every way.

I don’t know whether to say he is simple or stupid.