Chapter 104: Grocery Store

Continue to circle.

Continue to suffer.

Damn, I lack talented people around me!

I have such a big piece of fat lamb in front of me, but I can't manage to get a few bites of fat meat. I really don't feel like it.

Defending the country is definitely necessary. But I can't lose either.

The point is, if it goes into someone else's pocket, I will definitely be jealous.

Why should I let someone else have the advantage?

I despise my own inferiority...

Why am I so greedy?

'Squeak!'

There was a sudden emergency brake.

But a black sedan came out of nowhere.

The other party came rushing out from the side street. It almost hit Zhang Yong's car. The distance was less than three metres.

'Damn it!'

Yan Guangkun was furious.

These people are blind. Don't they want to live? Dare to hit the Fuxing Society...

Huh?

It looks like it's the car of the Military Police Headquarters?

Then it's fine...

He sat back sulkily.

Zhang Yong was still in shock.

He was the one driving the car, and he was the one who got scared.

Son of a bitch. You're not afraid of dying while driving, are you? If you don't want to die, don't get me involved! Son of a bitch...

'It's the car of the Military Police Headquarters.'

'What?'

'It's the license plate of the Military Police Headquarters.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong took a deep breath.

He suppressed his anger.

No wonder the other person was so arrogant. He walked away.

The other person didn't even brake.

They simply ignored others.

Luckily they didn't crash. But what if they did? I guess the other person would just walk away too.

Damn...

So arrogant...

The Military Police Command is something...

But judging from Yan Guangkun's appearance, one could tell that the Military Police Command is indeed someone not to be trifled with.

The main thing is that Boss Dai is still young and inexperienced. He doesn't have many men, few guns, and he doesn't hold a high position. He can't possibly hope to overpower the Military Police Command, not until 1938 at the earliest.

In other words, he still has three years to act like a good boy.

Later generations say that the Military Police Command was lawless. But they're actually talking about the Military Police Command after 1938. And this is 1935...

So frustrating.

Restarting the car in a huff, he continues to drive in circles.

No sightings...

No sightings...

I really want to catch a Japanese spy to vent my anger.

Not for any other reason than to beat the hell out of him. Beat him to death. Get all my anger and frustration out.

However...

One lap, no sightings...

Two laps, no sightings...

Resentment.

Are there no Japanese spies in Jinling?

This is not scientific!

After driving around for a while, the sun is shining brightly, and it is already close to 12 noon.

Finally...

God has mercy. A small red dot appears.

Slowly reduce speed. It turns out to be an intersection. The target is next to the intersection.

The east-west road is Tianping Road. The north-south road is Tiancheng Road.

Zhang Yong parks the car in the middle of the road.

Get out of the car.

Get ready to beat someone up.

Beat them up and then arrest them.

'Anything?'

'Yes.'

'Move!'

Yan Guangkun immediately calls for someone to come down.

Suddenly, a black car next to them rushed over. It was going very fast. The men instinctively stopped the car.

'It's not him,'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

The black car slowly stopped.

'Captain Zhang!'

A somewhat familiar voice came.

Zhang Yong looked down. He glanced into the car. Oh. It turned out to be an acquaintance. Kong Fansong. A member of the Kong family.

'Captain Zhang!'

Kong Fansong's memory of Zhang Yong was fresh.

He shouted while getting out of the car.

'Mr. Kong,'

Zhang Yong was indeed a little surprised.

He didn't expect to just hail a cab. He actually got Kong Fansong.

What a pleasant surprise.

Finally, he met an acquaintance.

'Captain Zhang, when did you come to Jinling? Why didn't you say hi to me?'

Kong Fansong came up and shook Zhang Yong's hand enthusiastically.

He was a sociable person. He also had a good impression of Zhang Yong. He really wanted to make friends.

Zhang Yong smiled and shook the other person's hand.

He thought of the 5,000 US dollars. Damn it. Fucking foreigner. Not even willing to part with 5,000 US dollars...

'I just arrived yesterday.'

'Great. How long are you planning to stay in Jinling? I have another favour to ask you.'

'Mr Kong, you name it. Anything I can do, I won't say no.'

'Great. It's not convenient to talk today. I'll find another time to explain to you in detail.'

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'Okay. Anytime.'

'I'll say hello to your boss Dai. I won't interfere with your official business.'

'Thank you!'

'I'll go now. I'll be in touch.'

'Okay. Goodbye.'

Zhang Yong waved goodbye.

Kong Fansong got into the car, relieved.

Suddenly, he lowered the window and solemnly instructed, 'If you leave Nanjing early, be sure to let me know. Just call me at the Ministry of Finance.'

'Understood,' Zhang Yong nodded, 'I won't be leaving Jinling any time soon.'

'I'm relieved,' Kong Fansong let out a sigh of relief. Only then did he tell the driver to drive quickly away.

He was another expert driver.

Later, the speed soared.

It was not far behind the military police headquarters.

They were both extraordinary people.

They both drove recklessly!

Yan Guangkun said with admiration, 'It seems that Mr. Kong has a very good impression of you!'

'Maybe,' Zhang Yong said without false politeness, "but we are both hardworking people. You heard it yourself. They want me to help them with something.'

'That's a great opportunity," Yan Guangkun said with a smile, "we can't ask for more.'

He raised his fingers and expertly rubbed them together, "Other people take care of this. They are rich and arrogant. A little trickles out of the cracks in their fingers, and we all benefit immensely.'

'Wouldn't it be better to catch a few more Meng Chaowei?' Zhang Yong disagreed.

'You're right,' Yan Guangkun quickly agreed. "I just don't know if there are any Japanese spies like Meng Chaowei in Jinling. If there are, we'll be set for life.'

'There definitely are," Zhang Yong replied with certainty. 'They might even be richer than Meng Chaowei.'

How much money did Meng Chaowei have? A few hundred thousand taels.

How much did Wu Yuanfu have? At least a million. There was a big difference.

Meng Chaowei didn't know many powerful people. None of the heavyweights. But Wu Yuanfu knew a lot of heavyweights...

'Sigh...'

Yan Guangkun shook his head and sighed.

That's what he thought. In reality, it was simply impossible.

Where would there be so many Meng Chaowei...

Suddenly, he saw Zhang Yong walking to the side.

'Where are you going?'

'To buy something,'

Zhang Yong answered casually.

Yan Guangkun didn't pay any attention to him. He watched from afar.

The shop Zhang Yong entered was a grocery store. It was called Bafang Grocery. It was half new and half old, and it was unremarkable.

It was midday, the weather was hot, and there was little business. The owner was dozing on top of the counter.

Zhang Yong deliberately placed his feet heavily.

The grocery store owner immediately woke up. He hurriedly stood up and greeted him.

'Boss.'

'Sir, what would you like to buy?'

'Do you have Cistanche tubulosa?'

'Sir, that's a medicinal herb. You have to go to a herbalist's shop.'

'What about deer antler?'

'No.'

'What about seahorse?'

'No.'

The boss's face turned a little sour.

These are all medicinal herbs. You're not going to a herb shop, but to a grocery store? Come here to stir up trouble, right?

"What about horny goat weed?'

'Please go to the herb shop. I don't have any here.'

'You have nothing, what kind of store is this?'

'Hey, I run a grocery store, and you're here to stir up trouble, right?'

'Hey, I'm talking to you, Japanese! Why are you shouting? Do you know who I am? I'm with the Fuxing Society, and I'm here to catch spies like you!'

'I don't know what you're talking about.'

'Pack your things and come with us. If you don't, you'll be sorry.'

'You...'

'You have ten minutes.'

'You...'

The grocer gritted his teeth in anger.

But Zhang Yong gave him a glare. He had no choice but to turn around and go into the back room to pack his things.

'Hurry up...'

'If you're late, I'll kill you!'

Zhang Yong yelled from outside.

Then he silently began counting. How long do you think it will take the target to run?

"One,'

'two,'

'three,'

Suddenly, the grocery store owner pulled his legs and ran.

He was very fast. In an instant, he rushed into the back room. However, his subconscious felt something was wrong. He decided that the best plan was to escape.

As a Japanese spy, he of course knew the torture methods of the Fuxing Society were very effective. He definitely didn't want to endure them.

If he was caught red-handed, he would have no choice.

But Zhang Yong gave him a chance to choose. So he decisively chose to escape.

'He's a Japanese spy!'

'Chase!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand towards the door.

Yan Guangkun immediately rushed in.

'You, left!'

'Me, right!'

Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi also tacitly divided up the work. They surrounded him from both sides.

The other agents also quickly took their positions.

They were all masters at catching people. They knew the ropes.

Unless the grocer committed suicide, there was no way he could escape.

What was Zhang Yong doing?

He didn't go after him. He was busy gathering the spoils and lining his own pockets.

He was in a bad mood. Only big money could cheer him up.

Of course, gold bars would do...