Spy Family

Sitting in the store, Chen Manchi felt inexplicably flustered. The last time her husband called her, she said everything was normal and they didn't mention any special tasks. But suddenly they stopped contacting her and seemed to disappear.

She tried to contact him proactively, but the network always told her that the other party was busy.

Chen Manchi was not in the mood to explore the fate of others, so he hung a "temporary business" sign on the door and window and sat at the table playing with the cards. Every time he wanted to turn over the cards, he felt that his mood was not right, so he gave up and reshuffled the cards.

Someone pushed the door open and came in. Chen Man did not raise his head and said slowly: "The God of Destiny is not in my store today. Go try your luck with someone else. The God of Destiny is waiting for you somewhere."

Generally speaking, this kind of rhetoric can successfully dissuade the customer and leave a deep impression on the customer. When the customer wants to have their fortune told again, they will still come here.

Today's guest was more stubborn and did not leave. Instead, he walked closer and asked, "Did you come up with these words yourself? Or did you learn them from somewhere else?"

Chen slowly turned around and looked, shocked. He immediately stood up with a rare quick movement and stammered: "You...I...third uncle...can I call you third uncle?"

The third uncle nodded. His body looked older than a few years ago, but he did not accept his fate. Instead, he tried hard to fight against it, trying his best to straighten his bent waist, so that his shoulders became slightly bulging.

The only compromise he made was to have a cane in his hand, and he would rather hold it with difficulty than hold it with ease.

Without waiting for an invitation, the third uncle sat on the guest's chair and said to the standing host, "You haven't answered my question yet."

"I learned it from an old fortune teller in Zhao Wangxing, and I slightly modified the explanation."

"Well, you've been to many planets."

"Yes." Chen slowly sat down, feeling increasingly panicked, but on the surface he had returned to normal, "Except for the kings, I have been to all other human planets."

"Are you familiar with King Zhao?"

"What happened to Lu Linbei?" Chen Manchi needed to get the answer.

"Lu Linbei? He is fine. He is resting on the space station of King Zhai."

"But he didn't contact me. Every time I contacted him, he always said he was busy."

"This is during a war, and the network is often down."

"Then he should at least send me a message or email or something. I miss him so much."

When he heard the word "miss", the third uncle frowned slightly, "I'm not here to talk about him."

"Did Third Uncle come to see me?" Chen Manchi was extremely surprised. He straightened his posture and said in a normal tone: "I shouldn't tell anyone's fortune today, but Third Uncle is here rarely, so I can make an exception. , giving you a preferential price that only relatives and friends can enjoy.”

The third uncle frowned again, "I'm not here to tell fortunes."

Chen was stunned for a while, looking a little nervous, "Is it still related to my husband?"

The third uncle exhaled a heavy breath from his nostrils, "Sit there and you answer whatever I ask."

Chen Manchi was not irritated by his third uncle's harsh tone. Instead, he became more nervous and straightened his posture, like a student who was suddenly checked by the teacher in class and had no memory of the knowledge he had learned.

"Are you familiar with Zhao Wangxing?" Third Uncle asked the same question again.

Chen Manchi hesitated for a while, "I have spent some time in Paradise City, mainly in the seaside area, and I am quite familiar with that area. I have also been to several border areas, but I didn't leave any impression."

"Do you know many people?"

"Paradise City? I know some people, probably... fifty or sixty, most of them are wanderers or fortune tellers."

"How many people are still in Paradise City?"

"I don't know. It's our habit to just walk past each other and never look back or contact the people from the past. But no matter when we meet again, we are still friends."

The third uncle frowned again, as if he found it difficult to understand such a life, "There is an organization for wanderers called 'Wanderers Station'. Have you ever come into contact with it?"

Chen Manchi showed a relaxed smile, finally encountering the "knowledge point" she was good at, "I go to the Wanderer Station to pay taxes every month, at least once a week, and volunteer for one to eight hours. Watch Do I have anything else to do that day?”

"Pay taxes?"

Every time he mentioned this matter to outsiders, Chen Manchi had to explain, "All fortune tellers have to hand over a portion of their income to the God of Destiny on a monthly basis. It can be more or less. I usually pay 10 to 20 percent. , and then you can receive God’s favor and be able to reveal the fate of others.”

The third uncle gave a long hum and did not ask about paying taxes. After thinking for a long time, he said, "Are you willing to be an intelligence agent?"

"Intelligence agent?"

"Lu Linbei should have explained to you what an intelligence agent does, right?"

"It was mentioned a long time ago that the intelligence agent was...a downline bribed by the investigators of the Emergency Department."

"The Emergency Department no longer exists."

"yes."

"And that's called 'recruiting', not 'bribing'."

"Yes, I just said it casually." Chen Manchi smiled sheepishly, but thought in his mind that "bribing" sounded more attractive than "recruiting", and then he began to feel confused and surprised, "Uncle San wants to recruit." Am I an intelligence agent?"

"Um."

Chen Manchi sat there in a daze, saying nothing for a long time.

The third uncle raised his crutch and tapped it twice on the floor.

Chen slowly reacted, "But I... don't have any information."

"I don't need you to provide intelligence and pass information through the Drifter Station. That's all I ask of you."

Chen Manchi was in a daze for a while, "It sounds quite simple, but I have to discuss it with Lao Bei first."

"He is your husband, not your boss. There is no need to discuss everything with him. Besides, this is a good thing. It will not delay your normal work and give you an extra income."

Chen Manchi was full of doubts and was more interested in "income", "How much can it be?" To prevent being cheated, she added: "I worked as an investigator in your emergency department for a period of time."

She seemed to only remember the Emergency Department. The third uncle reluctantly accepted it and replied: "Investigators are fixed jobs with established establishments, intelligence agents are not. You will be paid according to the number and quality of the information you deliver. Each time you will be paid from one thousand to five thousand." Thousand points, the premise is that no mistakes can be made, especially not leaked to outsiders, not even Lu Linbei."

"But he is my husband, not an outsider."

"At work, he is an outsider. When you tell your fortune, do you allow him to participate?"

"Of course it's not allowed. Well, I understand what Third Uncle means. The information will definitely not be leaked, but I can always tell him about my role as an intelligence agent, right? If it must be kept secret, I would rather not do it."

"Can."

Chen slowly smiled again, "It seems that Lao Bei is really fine."

The director of the Military Intelligence Department was actually tricked out of information by an amateur spy. The third uncle raised his eyebrows first, and then snorted, "I told you a long time ago that he is fine."

"Perhaps due to the influence of Lao Bei, I always feel that what I say unintentionally is more credible." Chen slowly stuck out his tongue quickly, like those students who use informal methods to solve problems, specifically to embarrass the teacher.

"This is a mistake. Lu Linbei looks too much like an investigator, which is not conducive to his work."

"He is not an investigator now, and he said he will not do this in the future."

"For him, this is a smart choice. As for you, you have no problem being an intelligence agent, right?"

"If you just pass on information, there is no problem, but what should you do specifically?"

"Someone will tell you later. You can go home later, pack your things, and board the ship early tomorrow morning to go to King Zhao."

"Zhao Wangxing? Why should I go there?" Chen Manchi was so surprised that he panicked.

"Didn't I say that your job is at King Zhao?"

"No, you have been talking about Zhao Wangxing, but you didn't say you wanted me to go there."

"You are going to the Paradise City of King Zhao and send a message to King Zhai through the wanderer station there..."

"I won't go." Chen Manchi flatly refused. She has a family and business in Zhaijing, which is completely different from her previous wandering life. She has regarded this place as her real home.

"There will be someone in Paradise City who will contact you and teach you how to deliver information safely."

"I want to stay in Zhai Jing, and no one can drive me away."

"Lu Linbei is waiting for you at the space station. You two want to go to King Zhao together." The third uncle knew which method of persuasion was the simplest and most effective.

"Why is Lao Bei going to Zhao Wangxing?" Chen Manchi murmured.

"Military Intelligence seconded him and then sent him to King Zhao."

"Is he working as an investigator again?"

"No, he is not even an intelligence officer. He is responsible for liaison work, which is considered a civilian job."

"Why did Third Uncle drive us away?"

"To protect you."

"Do we... need protection?"

"It is very necessary. Many things have happened in the past few days. Lu Linbei is now in extreme danger. He cannot stay in King Zhai and must go to King Zhao to avoid the limelight. Are you willing to accompany him?"

"Third uncle just said that my husband is not my boss... Of course I am willing, and I must go with him, because that is Lao Bei. What did he do? Why did he put himself in danger again?"

"I don't blame him, at least I can't blame him completely. The matter is very complicated. Even I can't see all the truth clearly. In short, he can't stay in Zhai Wangxing. The situation over Zhao Wangxing is very chaotic now, but for him, on the contrary safer."

"As long as it's safe, I'll go home and pack it up later... Can we come back in the future? This will determine how much I need to pack and whether I want to cancel the lease."

"I don't know if you will have a chance to come back, but keep the house and store some personal belongings. The Military Intelligence Agency will pay the rent for you."

"Thank you, third uncle." Chen Manchi has never been pretentious about this kind of thing. "Third uncle... it's great that Lao Bei has withdrawn from the family for so long. You still remember him and help him avoid danger."

The third uncle's expression became even more grim, "I'm not helping him, but helping myself and Zhai Wangxing. You should listen carefully to what I say next, keep it in your heart, and tell it to Lu Linbei as soon as you get the chance."

"Yes." Chen Manchi gathered his energy and prepared to remember every word that his third uncle had to say.

The third uncle did not speak immediately, but remained silent for a long time, as if he was still considering his words at the last moment.

"Beware of himself." Third Uncle said.