Liu Chengdong was intrigued and asked: "What are ancient certificates?"

  Mu Yang couldnt explain either, so he directly took out the fake military ID and handed it to Liu Chengdong. Liu Chengdong took it and looked at it, "What is this thing?"

  "Work permit of Japanese puppet army during Japans invasion of China. I want to make an ID card for a Japanese military officer, but dont know who to ask." answered Mu Yang.

  Liu Chengdong flipped through it and said: "This is obviously new, whats the point of doing this."

  "Its useless, just for fun, I saw it online and thought about getting one." Murong Yang said with a smile.

  "You young people are really something, one idea after another, whats the use of this?" He said, throwing the fake military ID to Muyang.

  "Brother Liu, do you know anyone who understands this aspect?" Murong continued to ask while licking his face.

  Liu Chengdong took a sip of tea, thought carefully and said: "You know what? I actually know someone like that. Hes also doing business on this street, but he often does props for TV dramas, those anti-Japanese war dramas. I think he knows about this kind of thing."

  "Then you introduce yourself!" Murong Yang said with a smile.

  "Alright, Ill go with you. Its not far anyway." He stood up and instructed the shop assistant to take care of the store before leading Muyang out.

  The distance is not far, just a few dozen meters away. This is also a small shop with all sorts of things inside, somewhat like a general store. There are vinyl records, a phonograph with a big horn, Eighth Route Army caps and armbands, Little Red Books, Chairman Mao badges, porcelain figurines, puppet army uniforms, serial paintings, old-fashioned copper-framed glasses, fur hats, riding boots... all sorts of miscellaneous things.

  Mu Yang looked at them with a mixture of shock and amazement. Were these things antiques too? That pair of boots was clearly worn out, the toe caps were all scuffed up, and its likely that they still retained the foot odor of their owner from decades ago. Did people actually buy this kind of stuff????

  "Haozi, Ive introduced you to a friend."

  After entering the house, Liu Chengdong said to a young man playing computer in the room.

  This guy is wearing glasses, his hair is messy and unkempt, probably hasnt washed for days, hes wearing a multi-pocketed vest like the kind directors wear, looks like a pretentious artsy young man.

  "Big Brother Dong, whats with the wind? Youre still coming to my small shop!" The young man joked.

  "Cut the nonsense. This is a little brother, Muyang. He wants to ask if you can do this kind of thing." As he spoke, he tossed the fake military ID in his hand to the young man.

  Then he said to Mu Yang: "Haozi, great name Ma Hao, you can call him Ge just fine."

  Hao Ge

  "You two sit down, Ill take a look at what this thing is." He said, picking up the piece of paper that Liu Dong had thrown over.

  "After flipping through it, Ma Hao said: This is a later creation, I estimate its only been a few years, not an antique."

  "Hao Ge, this isnt an antique. Im just curious about this thing and wanted to ask someone who understands it. Then I was thinking of making one too, but the kind used by Japanese military officers." Murong Yang hastily said.

  "Youve finally found the right person, if you say that I dont know Beijing well, thats a lie. If you say that on this street, probably only I would know." Ma Hao is obviously a straightforward and outgoing person, but his image has some discrepancies.

  "This thing is indeed used by the pseudo-military, and its made quite standard. The content on this is also written clearly. Its a certificate of a traitor from a detective team in Ba County, Hebei." Ma Hao said.

  "Can you make me a work permit for a Japanese military officer, Brother Hao?" asked Mu Yang.

  "Thats not a work permit, thats a military pass. I have an original Japanese military officers pass here, absolutely authentic. This is evidence of the historical crime of the Japanese invasion of China, let me find it for you to see."

  Ma Hao rummaged around for a while before finding something with a hemp cloth cover in a drawer.

  "Take a look, the outer cover is made of rough canvas, and this name on it belongs to the officer who holds this certificate. This is a lieutenants handbag from the Kwantung Army. Take a look." He handed the thing over to Muyang.

  The ID card is not small, about the size of two cigarette boxes. On the cover, it says "Yamaguchi Genji". Inside, there are several pages with Yamaguchis home address, unit number, and rank. There are detailed records of when he enlisted and when he was transferred to the Kwantung Army. The content is quite extensive, with many blue and red seals.

  "Hao Ge, can you make one for me?" Mu Yang asked again after finishing reading.

  "Its okay, but I guess it wont be as exquisite, and cant achieve such an old effect. If used to deceive the audience, it might work, but for personal collection, its worthless." This guy clearly has experience speaking with the crew.

  "Im just playing around, new ones are fine, no need for old ones."

  "Thats easy, I have a ready-made template here. Ill take a picture of you in a moment and change it into wearing a Japanese military uniform on the computer. Then just stick it on the template and its done."

  "Thank you."

  Take a photo directly in front of the computer camera, then paste Mu Yangs portrait on a soldier wearing a Japanese military uniform, add a pair of eyes, and do some blurring processing. Print it out directly, and Mu Yang instantly becomes a Japanese army lieutenant.

  He took out a template for identification and asked Mu Yang: "What kind of identity do you want?"

  "The best kind is that uncontrolled special agent who can run wild across the country, with some special privileges, and others cant tell them apart, but especially respectful."

  "There are many requirements, you think a special agent can just rise to the top, but the Japanese troops have very strict ranks and will not have such an existence that transcends the military too much."

  "I dont know either." Mu Yang spread his hands out, he really didnt quite understand these things.

  "Alright, Ill arrange a reasonable identity for you, whats your name?"

  Doraemon

  "Haha, dont think I didnt know, this is Doraemons name in the cartoon." Ma Hao laughed.

  Muyang also laughed, its indeed a bit ridiculous.

  After the armys manual was done, Muyang took it over and looked at it. He was a lieutenant colonel in the Japanese Cabinet Investigation Room, with the power to conduct comprehensive investigations into Chinese affairs and report directly to the Cabinet Investigation Room.

  "Hao Ge, I dont quite understand, can you explain it to me?" Mu Yang asked, holding the military manual.

  "This position is quite special and does not belong to the military department. The Cabinet Investigation Room directly belongs to the cabinets jurisdiction, with the highest official being Japans Minister of State for Cabinet Office, equivalent to the Chief Secretary to the Cabinet. Generally, this Minister of State for Cabinet Office is held by someone closest to the Prime Minister."

  "After Japans defeat in war, this investigation room was reorganized into the Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Room, which is Japans highest intelligence agency, commonly known as "Naicho"."

  "This kind of agent could move freely in China and Japan at that time, investigating all kinds of information useful to the cabinet. Its the kind of agent with a certain status and privilege that you asked for, but not well-known to others. And this kind of personnel are generally Japanese intelligence elites, many of whom come from noble families, so their military ranks are generally higher. How about it? Ive arranged such an identity for you, isnt it good? Its just that I, Ma Haoyang, am familiar with the history of resistance against Japan, otherwise ordinary people wouldnt even know that Japan has such a department."

  "Thank you, Hao Ge. How much does it cost?" asked Mu Yang.

  "Its worthless, take it and play with it." Ma Hao said casually.

  This thing is really not worth mentioning, brand new goods, its just that ordinary people cant do it, but in the eyes of a professional like Ma Hao, its just a piece of paper money, not even worth a boxed lunch. Since Liu Chengdong brought it, Id be embarrassed to take the money.

  "Alright, Ill find something interesting to give you as a gift." Murong Yang didnt want to take advantage of the situation, and besides, he could directly travel back to the Anti-Japanese War era. For Ma Hao, who liked these kinds of things, even something trivial would be worth more than this certificate.

  "No need to be so polite, I just like studying things from the Republic of China era, the Anti-Japanese War era, and the early years after the founding of the country. Looks like youre also a fan, lets exchange ideas, feel free to come and play anytime."

  Muyang bid farewell to Ma Hao and Liu Chengdong, took the thing away with satisfaction. The thing was not worth much money, but it could solve his big problem, and his third task would be completed with it.

  Muyang didnt go home, but instead took a car directly to Dongjiaomin Lane, where his grandfather lived.