Genius Agent

Chapter 5 Dreams are the Future

The Li Bao newspaper was only established last year. It dares to say anything in the newspaper, and its articles are very sharp, especially about Japan. It has been exposing the true face of the Japanese and calling on the people of the whole country to resist Japan.

Despite its short history, the company has a considerable circulation, with daily circulation exceeding 50,000 copies and sometimes reaching 100,000 copies, demonstrating its significant influence.

Su Yuncheng had read most of Xie Hanzhang's articles before in the Libao newspaper. Xie Hanzhang published them under his real name, so Su Yuncheng knew him to some extent. He just didn't expect their first meeting to be like that.

Su Yuncheng was used to glancing at the front page and sub-page headlines of the newspaper first, so he could select the appropriate content to read carefully.

He was immediately stunned. The prominent headline on the side page angrily denounced the Japanese for their despicable act of assassinating Xie Hanzhang.

The newspaper also specifically stated that someone had obtained Xie Hanzhang's final manuscript, which enabled them to publish Xie Hanzhang's last article.

Upon seeing the following content, Su Yuncheng suddenly stood up, his face filled with shock.

He has an excellent memory; he still remembers everything he saw in the "Warning Book" in his dream.

The "Warning Record" published in the Li Bao newspaper was exactly the same as what he saw in his dream, word for word.

How could that be? The article he dreamed about was actually something real?

Was that not a dream, but a real scene?

But when did the events in the dream occur?

The yellowed paper would take at least several decades to turn into that state. Could it be something that happened several decades or even longer later?

Su Yuncheng was utterly shocked. He had dreamt of the future?

This is the only way to explain it at present; otherwise, the manuscript doesn't make any sense.

Su Yuncheng sat down again, rubbing his head. The dream seemed incredibly unbelievable, but he possessed abilities that were difficult for others to comprehend. He believed that the dream might truly be the future.

If it's true, the dream will also become his secret, and he can't tell anyone else.

Su Yuncheng recalled everything in his dream, including the two strange dreams he had had before.

If the dream depicts the future, then the future is beautiful; what he sees is a bustling and prosperous world.

And what the person holding the small triangular flag said in my dream last night was "comrade of our party." Many people use the term "comrade," and the Kuomintang also used it before.

But now, the term is most commonly used by the Red Party.

Is the man who met with Xie Hanzhang yesterday a member of the Communist Party?

In the dream, it was said that the house was Xie Hanzhang's last place of seclusion. If the person who escaped from the spy chase yesterday was a member of the Red Party, then in the future, members of the Red Party can openly and legitimately carry out their activities.

For Su Yuncheng, there are still many things he doesn't understand about this dream. Now, he actually longs to continue having such dreams in order to understand them.

Su Yuncheng carefully read Xie Hanzhang's "Warning Record" again, and it was indeed exactly the same as what he had seen in his dream.

The article was indeed well-written. After putting away the newspaper, Su Yuncheng got up and went outside the office.

He was the only one in the newspaper office with a private office; everyone else worked in offices outside. There was also a room with a radio station, which only Su Yuncheng and Huang Chuanming could use.

"Kawaaki, come with me to buy some things."

Upon hearing Su Yuncheng's words, Huang Chuanming immediately stood up at his desk, grabbed his coat, and followed Su Yuncheng out the door.

The newspaper office did not have an accountant, and Su Yuncheng was responsible for all the daily purchasing and expenses.

"Editor-in-chief, what are we going to do?"

Once outside, Huang Chuanming asked that everyone else, except for him, had been recruited into the newspaper by Su Yuncheng.

He was the only one who knew Su Yuncheng's true identity, and he was also Su Yuncheng's assistant in gathering intelligence.

"My senior brother will definitely be interested in what happened yesterday. Let's go out and look into it, and while we're at it, we can buy some paper, ink, and pencils."

Su Yuncheng replied calmly that Muto Tomohiro valued intelligence highly and wanted information from everyone, including those within the Japanese.

They sent a telegram today reporting Xie Hanzhang's murder.

Muto Tomoo hasn't called back yet, but he'll definitely ask about the follow-up. He'll investigate first, and then he can explain things more clearly when he asks.

This is also what Muto Tomohiro likes most about Su Yuncheng: he doesn't have to ask for anything; Su Yuncheng often understands his intentions and takes care of things for him in advance.

"Want to ride a bike?"

Huang Chuanming looked at the bicycles they had left. He certainly wouldn't ask if they were going to a far place; he would just ride the bikes over.

What happened yesterday happened nearby, very close to them, within easy reach by bike or on foot.

"Need not."

As they walked, Su Yuncheng returned to the site of yesterday's gunfight.

Xiao Liu and Lao Huang's stalls were gone. Su Yuncheng knew without asking that their stalls had been confiscated by the police.

The problem isn't the stalls themselves; the people using those stalls are committing crimes in the street. If they can't explain themselves clearly or don't pay a hefty fine, they'll also suffer the consequences.

There's a stationery store right across from the school. It's quite large, with three storefronts.

Su Yuncheng was a regular customer here. As soon as he entered, the shopkeeper greeted him: "Editor-in-Chief Su, you're here. What would you like to order today?"

"One hundred pencils, thirty sheets of manuscript paper, and twenty bottles of ink," Su Yuncheng said casually.

"Okay, let me calculate it for you."

The shopkeeper picked up the abacus and started calculating the price in less than a minute, all smiles on his face.

"One hundred pencils will cost you twelve yuan, thirty notebooks of Dolin manuscript paper twenty-eight yuan, and twenty bottles of Parker ink twelve yuan each, making a total of fifty-two yuan. Editor-in-Chief Su, is that acceptable?"

Pencils, ink, and paper are all expensive; they are consumables that the newspaper frequently purchases.

"Okay, we'll send it over to you later and settle the bill."

Su Yuncheng nodded. The fifty-two dollars the shopkeeper mentioned were silver dollars, which were hard currency in the concession and were very popular among the Chinese.

These are alright, but fountain pens are the most expensive. A decent Parker pen costs twenty yuan.

"Okay, take care."

Su Yuncheng is a regular customer; once he selects something, their staff will deliver it to him.

A business deal worth over fifty dollars is considered a large sum in their retail store.

"Chuanming, let's go to the teahouse for some morning tea."

Su Yuncheng's real purpose was here. Huang Chuan knew he had a mission, but he followed Su Yuncheng into the teahouse.

This is the teahouse where Takuma Mizuno was yesterday.

Su Yuncheng had been here a few times, and the shop assistants knew them.

"Mr. Su, Mr. Huang, you've arrived."

Are there any private rooms available?

Su Yuncheng looked up at the second floor. The first floor of the teahouse was the main hall, and the private rooms were all on the second floor.

"Yes, would you prefer a spot closer to the road or one that's quieter?"

"It's near the road, isn't it?"

Su Yuncheng arrived on the second floor and immediately noticed a private room with a window that offered a view of Qingyuli.

There weren't many customers at the teahouse at that time, so Su Yuncheng went into a private room.

"Waiter, when did you change the curtains?"

Noticing the blinds on the window, Su Yuncheng casually asked, and the waiter looked at the window, immediately went over and removed the blinds.