Chapter 9 What Have You Prepared

After talking for an hour, Yang Yi waited for two hours at the appointed cafe, but Yang Yi still couldn't wait for John Jones.

It was raining outside, and it was getting heavier and heavier. The weather in London was so normal. Yang Yi took a sip of his newly refilled coffee, and glanced at the cafe door by the way.

A man wearing a windbreaker and a top hat pushed the door and came in. He took a glance, saw Yang Yi, walked up to Yang Yi, and said in a low voice, "That's you?"

"it is me."

It was raining heavily outside. The man who just came in took off his top hat, took off his windbreaker, and hung it on the coat rack next to him. He stretched out his hand to Yang Yi who stood up, and said with a smile, "I'm John Jones."

"My name is Yang Yi."

John Cook's hair at the temples is already grizzled, and he looks to be in his sixties, but his hair has been carefully groomed, and his clothes are very well-fitting and exquisite, making him feel very comfortable.

John Jones had an apologetic and gentle smile on his face. After sitting down opposite Yang Yi, he smiled and said, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, the weather tonight is really bad."

"Yes, thank you for meeting me in such bad weather."

John Jones's smile froze suddenly, and then he spread his hands and said, "Your father, he is not an easy-to-get-together and talkative person. I didn't want to see you at first, but I thought that since your father asked you to come to see me, I'd better come to see you, otherwise I might have to pay a price I can't afford, so I came."

Yang Yi's expression also froze, he didn't know how to answer.

John Jones asked the waiter for a cup of coffee, and then he said to Yang Yi: "Now I'm here, you can start now if you have anything to say."

Yang Yi didn't know what to say, he froze for a moment, thought for a while, and then whispered: "I may need your help."

John Jones nodded and said: "This is foreseeable, please continue."

"I……"

Yang Yi felt that he couldn't control the rhythm of the meeting. Compared with an old spy like John Jones, he was as young as a newborn child, and it was a shame to control the rhythm.

Since you can't hide it, you have no choice, and you can't control the rhythm, then you should just speak up.

Spreading his hands, Yang Yi said in a deep voice: "The whole thing is not too complicated. Eleven years ago, both my father and mother died. I found out the real cause of their death a few days ago, and I want to avenge them, but if I want to get revenge, I have to become a spy. If I want to enter the industry, I need someone to take me, and I can only find you."

John Jones exhaled, and said, "Revenge? This is really a bad choice. Revenge is completely meaningless, and it will put you and the people around you in a very dangerous situation, so I don't know how I can help you. Frankly speaking, if you want to find someone to help you avenge, then you are looking for the wrong person. I will never help you avenge."

Yang Yi immediately said: "I'm not looking for you to help me take revenge, I just need to enter the circle of spies and understand this industry."

John Jones stared at Yang Yi. After thinking for a moment, he said in a deep voice, "Then who is your enemy?"

"I don't know, I only know that my father was poisoned to death and then disguised as a car accident, and my mother also died of poisoning and was disguised as a heart attack, but I don't know who the enemy is."

John Jones shook his head and said in a low voice, "Young man, when you ask for help, you should at least be honest."

"I really do not know."

"No, you know, you're lying. Please don't test my patience and judgment. In your capacity, it's understandable for you to refuse to speak clearly. That's why I'm willing to listen to you telling the truth. But you're asking for my help, and I can choose not to help you, so you'd better tell the truth."

Yang Yi felt that he had been led away by others, but still that sentence, he had no choice and no strength to hide, he couldn't even lie in front of others.

"Well, the enemy may be the man in gray. It's just possible. I really don't know more about it."

A hint of doubt appeared on John Jones's face, and then he whispered: "The man in gray...what is it, or who is he?"

John Jones doesn't know the man in gray?

Yang Yi was even more puzzled, so he whispered: "I don't know, I only know the name. It seems to be an organization, or it may be a person. Really, that's all I know."

John Jones stared into Yang Yi's eyes, and then he finally nodded: "Well, I believe you only know so much. I don't want to know who that gray-clothed man is. In short, I will never get involved in your revenge, but now, let's talk about your needs."

Yang Yi coughed lightly, and said in a low voice: "I just want to be a spy, not the one who works for that country, but for myself. I don't know what your industry says, but I just want to be a spy."

John Jones smiled and said: "A spy is a spy. There is no special term, and no one will care who you work for. Of course, a spy is just a general term, and there are some differences. For example, I am a commercial spy, and your father is an intelligence dealer. He buys and sells information. Strictly speaking, he is not a spy, but people like him cannot be separated from this industry."

Yang Yi nodded, and John Jones immediately said: "What did your father say about me, or in his last words, or in other ways, anyway, I want to know what he said."

"He said you were trustworthy, and left your name and phone number, and nothing else."

"Is it a will?"

"It's a codebook he left behind. After deciphering it, there are a few words and a phone number."

John Jones took a long breath and said helplessly, "I really don't know if I'm lucky or unlucky to be favored by your father."

Yang Yi tactfully did not speak, John Jones said helplessly: "Please forgive me, your father is not an easy person to get along with, he is ruthless, if he is not dead, then I will never refuse any request from him, and I dare not refuse, but now he has been dead for many years, and you suddenly appeared and asked me to help you, so I have to think carefully about it."

"Understandable."

Yang Yi looked very calm, but John Jones looked very painful.

After a long time, John Jones finally said helplessly: "Your father knew so many people, and he was so powerful when he was alive, but I was just a small, insignificant, insignificant role in front of him."

John Jones used several words to describe his insignificance in front of Yang Yi's father, and then he finally said with a painful expression: "But your father actually left you my contact information, God, I really hope he doesn't value me so much, I'm just a little commercial spy."

Yang Yi didn't say anything this time, young people are usually a little ignorant and self-confident, but fortunately Yang Yi knows his own weight, so he thinks it's better to keep silent and express his opinions easily.

John Jones looked emotional, he shook his head, and said to Yang Yi in a deep voice: "Your father is a devil, he has the magic power to see through people's hearts, he sees through everything about me, and he knows what I will do, so although I really don't want to have any contact with you, I have to choose to help you, because your father helped me once and saved my life."

Reluctantly waving his hand, John Jones said helplessly, "So your father knew that I must repay him, and arranged for you as a backstop before he died, is that right?"

Yang Yi said cautiously: "Yes."

John Jones took a long breath and said in a low voice: "Okay, what I owe your father can only be repaid to his son, but I really advise you, as the son of an intelligence dealer, the idea of ​​revenge is extremely stupid and shouldn't be at all, so I advise you to give up."

Yang Yi immediately said: "I have been waiting for eleven years, just waiting for an opportunity, so I will not give up."

John Jones waved his hand and said, "You want to be a spy, then tell me what you know."

Yang Yi thought for a moment, then said cautiously: "Is memory easy?"

"No, a good memory is a talent, not a skill. When I ask you what you know, it means you have mastered those skills."

Yang Yi said cautiously again: "Driving, my driving skills are very good."

"Well, what about the rest?"

"nothing else……"

John Jones looked extremely incredible, and then he looked at Yang Yi and said with a puzzled expression: "I don't understand, you said that you waited eleven years for revenge, and you want to enter the circle of spies, but now you tell me that you don't know anything? Then what have you done for the past eleven years? Is it just thinking about it? Young people, revenge can't just be thought about."

Yang Yi said in a deep voice: "I just found out the cause of my parents' death a few days ago. In the eleven years before that, I suspected that their deaths were abnormal, but it was just a suspicion. I never took revenge as my goal in life, so what can I learn, I don't know what to learn."

John Jones smiled wryly: "So you are a pure rookie, you don't know anything about spies, but you came to me and told me that you want to be a spy, and then find an enemy that no one knows about to take revenge."

Although he didn't want to admit it, Yang Yi could only nod his head and said: "That's right, but the good news is that I'm a fast learner, and I can learn everything quickly. I came to you just to learn, to learn everything I can learn. My desire for revenge is very strong, but I'm not in a hurry, because I want revenge but not death, and I'm not blinded by hatred."

John Jones nodded, and said: "Well, you are considered smart among young people. I am really worried that you are an idiot who doesn't understand anything and only wants revenge. It's great that you are not an idiot."