Chapter 61: Dinner appointment

Nothing happened overnight.

Early the next morning, Zhang Yong led the men out.

They had enough men and enough weapons and ammunition. They entered the concession from the Zhabei intersection. Zhu Yuan was indeed here.

'Thank you!'

'See you tonight!'

'Okay!'

After saying hello, they went directly to the Tilanqiao Prison.

He takes out his Lixingshe ID card. He is told to wait outside. Half an hour later, a few An'nan (Vietnamese) police officers come out with a middle-aged man.

He looks ordinary, the kind you forget as soon as you see him.

He wants to describe some distinguishing features. But there are none...

Is this the person he is supposed to take away? Zhang Yong says he has no information at all.

He doesn't know who the other person is. Why he is in prison. And why he was chosen in the first place.

His task was to take the other person away. And give him a new identity. In theory, this person should be considered his subordinate.

Well, in theory...

'My name is Zhang Yong.'

'I was ordered to bring you out.'

'We will be colleagues from now on. What cover do you want?'

Zhang Yong was straightforward.

He felt that the middle-aged man looked very stable. It seemed that he was not an ordinary person.

In fact, it was all nonsense.

If someone could be selected by Li Boqi as a priority, would they be an ordinary person?

The middle-aged man also looked at him doubtfully.

Both of them fell silent.

'I need a pair of glasses. My eyesight isn't very good...'

'Of course it's no problem.'

Zhang Yong immediately took the other person to an optician's.

In this era, getting glasses was still quite an expense. It cost a full fifteen dollars.

'Thank you!'

The middle-aged man put on the glasses.

He could finally see Zhang Yong clearly. He also saw his ID.

'Fill it in yourself!'

Zhang Yong handed the other person the blank identity information.

He was really not good at these kinds of nerve-wracking things. The other person filled in the information, and he went back to the police station to make the ID. Even if it was done.

There might not be much contact in the future. This middle-aged man didn't seem like the type who could kill the Japanese invaders either.

The middle-aged man silently brought the form over. He noticed that there was no pen.

Zhang Yong also didn't bring a pen.

Haha, only brought a gun. What kind of pen is there to bring.

But it's okay. He directly took out a big bill. Handed it to the middle-aged man. Let him go buy it.

'You arrange your own identity.'

'You arrange your own accommodation.'

'You arrange your own work.'

'I don't care about anything.'

'If you need money, you can come to me.'

Zhang Yong's words were concise and to the point.

He couldn't figure out what Li Boqi meant.

Since he couldn't figure it out, he didn't want to get involved. He didn't want to do anything bad out of good intentions.

Just pay the money. He happened to not be short of money.

If he ran out of money, he would go arrest Japanese spies. The more Japanese spies he arrested, the more money he would make. It was beautiful.

But when he thought about the Intelligence Department backstabbing him, his beautiful mood was greatly reduced.

He was annoyed.

Damn it, do you want me to go undercover?

Do you want to backstab me?

Huh? Dream on!

"Thank you!'

The middle-aged man took the big silver dollar and left.

Soon after, he returned with a pen and began filling in his personal information.

Name: Shi Bingdao

Age: 45

Address: Jianghan Road, Lane 13, Peony Lane, No. 24

Occupation: Newspaper vendor

Zhang Yong glanced at the information. He looked at the other man doubtfully.

Newspaper vendor? What's that?

'I started my own newspaper, called 'Society News'. It has a very small circulation, only a few hundred copies a day...'

'Don't you go out of business?'

Zhang Yong frowned inwardly. At the same time, he became more vigilant.

Don't even think about asking me for money to cover the losses! All business is a bottomless pit. You can never make enough to cover it.

I'd rather you were driving a screwdriver...

'We're barely breaking even!' Shi Bingdao replied. "We have newsstands at many intersections, so we can sell some. We won't lose everything.'

'Intersections? Are they all your people?" Zhang Yong caught something.

'Yes. Our own people.'

'Okay. I understand.'

Zhang Yong nodded. This is a good surveillance network.

Newsstand vendors at intersections. In many spy dramas, they are responsible for lookout. Or passing on messages.

It can be used now and in the future.

'One more photo...'

'Can I go to New Era Photo Studio?'

'What New Era Photo Studio?'

'It's on Fourth Road.'

'Fourth Road...'

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Zhang Yong remembered.

It's the photo studio next to Huaizhou Bookstore.

He remembered it. He hadn't paid attention to the name at the time. He only remembered a little girl behind the curtain.

A thought occurred to him...

'I'll take you there!'

'Thanks!'

'Get in!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

He took Shi Bingdao in the car. Then he went to the taxi stand.

Zhu Yuan was still at the Zhabei intersection. He let him go.

'Dr. Liu just called me and asked me to tell you that she really wants to see you tonight.'

'I see.'

'She said she has something to ask you. I hope you can make it.'

'Something to ask me?'

'Yes. That's what she said.'

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Liu Xi actually had something to ask him? What was going on?

It couldn't be that she wanted to win him over, could it?

She could be a Japanese spy!

Haha, that would be interesting to watch.

He was at a loss...

What if she used her feminine wiles...

Should he accept? Or accept? Or accept?

'You must come!'

'I know. I'll definitely come!'

Zhang Yong promised.

As long as there were no other important matters, he would definitely come.

Since Liu Xi had something to ask, she would definitely pay the bill. A beautiful woman was inviting him to dinner, so of course he couldn't possibly miss it.

Even if the other person was a Japanese spy.

Japanese men deserved to die. But a beautiful Japanese woman...

He drove.

He took Shi Bingdao to the New Era Photo Studio.

He noticed that the Huai Zhou Bookstore next door was still in a mess and no one had come to clean it up. It was estimated that Boss Fang would not be coming back.

'Where is this place?'

'It is said to be a Red Party member, whereabouts unknown.'

'Arrested?'

'No. He should not be dead either. Simply whereabouts unknown.'

'Oh...'

Shi Bingdao seemed to be asking casually.

Zhang Yong did not pay attention either. He took him to the adjacent photo studio. Let him go in alone to take a photo.

Soon, he got the photo and sent someone to the police station to apply for a permit.

With the name of the secret service department of the powerful Xingye Society, it was naturally processed immediately. The documents were processed on the spot.

From then on, Shi Bingdao was Shi Bingdao.

Zhang Yong took Shi Bingdao to the ruins of the Huaizhou Bookstore and talked about things inside.

'Mr. Shi...'

'Please go ahead, Boss.'

'You called me Boss?'

'Yes. I work for you, so naturally I call you Boss.'

'That's fine.'

Zhang Yong didn't dwell on this.

What he needed was for Shi Bingdao to get down to business.

'Now, you need to do two things. First, develop informants. Second, set up a safe house.'

'You need money.'

'Money is no problem.'

Zhang Yong took out a hundred taels of silver and gave it to the other person.

It was the reward he had received for killing Wang Defa earlier. He hadn't even touched it.

In fact, in his personal space, there were also US dollars, British pounds, gold bars, silver notes, and so on. But for the time being, he couldn't give it to Shi Bingdao.

Shi Bingdao was selected by Li Boqi. What if he reports to Li Boqi?

No matter how good Li Boqi is to him, this secret must never be told to anyone. No one.

'Understood. Give me three days, I can take care of it.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

He led the others away. They continued on to the concession.

They still had to find Wang Deling. They had a dinner appointment in the evening.

In the past, the former was more important than the latter. With all the busting of Japanese spies, he could afford to skip meals. But now, the latter is more important than the former.

He will never be that stupid again.

He has captured so many Japanese spies, seized so much wealth, and made so many tributes, and yet there are still people behind his back trying to take advantage of him. Damn it, why did he bother being so proactive? He is too lazy to hand over the captured Japanese spies and assets. He will find a way to keep everything for himself. At most, he will leave a little for Li Boqi. The others, not a single thing.

Especially the people in the intelligence department, let them go hungry.

While taking my money, they backstabbed me. Do they really think I'm made of clay?

Continue to enter the concession from Zhabei.

Found that Zhu Yuan is no longer there. Someone else is in charge. Li Yuanqing is in charge.

A feeling of unease wells up in his heart.

Well, maybe it won't be that smooth.

This Li Yuanqing doesn't look too good, so he probably won't be easy to communicate with.

Sure enough, Kurimoto Ao waved at him, indicating that he should get out of the car.

Zhang Yong had no choice but to get out of the car. He patted the clothes on his back, straightened his body, and walked over to Kurimoto Ao.

He wondered what this guy wanted.