Chapter 120: The Little White House, Home

A plan to seduce a beautiful man?

Zhang Yong looked at Boss Dai with confusion.

He then looked down at himself.

It didn't seem like he was part of a plan to seduce a beautiful man...

He really was plain and unremarkable, and there was nothing outstanding about him.

He definitely wasn't a handsome man.

Of course, that wasn't the point.

The point was, who was this woman? Why did he want to take her down?

'Her surname is Song.'

'What?'

'Song Ziyu. She's from the Song family. Although she's a distant cousin, Madam approves of her. She visits Madam every major holiday.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was stunned.

The Madam the Director was talking about was, of course, that Madam.

Her cousin...

It's a bit dizzying. Wait. I need to calm down.

The current Song family can be said to be in a prominent position. Even in front of Chiang Kai-shek, they can give him a hard time.

But!

What does this have to do with me?

I'm not even a salty fish. To woo the Song girl?

That would be suicidal...

He shook his head resolutely.

This is not a fire pit. This is a well of sulfuric acid!

"What? Don't you want to?'

'Director, I know my own worth. I know what kind of person I am. You don't need to make things difficult for me.'

'Is there something that you don't think you match up to?'

'Whether it's character, knowledge, talent, or financial resources, I don't match up to any of it.'

'Don't be so self-deprecating. It's all about what you do!'

'I really can't,'

Zhang Yong responded bluntly.

If it's possible, it's possible. If it's not, it's not.

Let's not beat around the bush.

There's no shame in it.

'What if we create an opportunity for you?' Secretary Mao suddenly said.

'What opportunity?' Zhang Yong's eyebrows rose.

'What if we let you take control of Wu Yuanfu's business and inherit all his assets?'

'What?'

Zhang Yong was taken aback.

It felt like his brain wasn't enough.

Anyway, you two, your thinking is just too fast.

Just now, there was a Song Ziyu. Now suddenly, I'm supposed to inherit Wu Yuanfu's assets? What's going on?

God!

I just kidnapped Wu Yuanfu.

I was going to get him killed. As it turned out, he escaped.

I'm still trying to fix the loose ends. And now you guys come up with this crazy idea of letting me take control of Wu Yuanfu's business?

Bullshit!

Ridiculous!

Absolutely impossible...

Wait.

Suddenly it dawns on me.

This so-called putting me in control is actually a pretext.

How could the Chief possibly be willing to give away so many assets to himself? Ridiculous. Mao Renfeng is also out of the question.

Do they really think they are good people? Selfless!

In fact, they are the ones who want Wu Yuanfu's assets. But they need a pretext.

You have to know that there are many people who want Wu Yuanfu's assets. At least, the Military Police Command is interested. Gu Zhenglun is also likely to get personally involved.

If you eat in a disgraceful manner, someone will come out and stir things up.

Therefore, you must find a white glove. You yourself are the white glove they have chosen.

With both sides fighting together...

Well, you are the cannon fodder caught in the middle.

Dangerous...

None of them have good intentions!

None of them are good guys. They all want to get rid of me...

'What do you think?'

Zhang Rong pretended to be seeking advice.

When you are not as powerful as the other person, you must show weakness decisively. Act submissive.

Once you are strong enough, turn on them immediately.

'You saw Wu Yuanfu for the last time by the Qinhuai River, didn't you?'

'Yes,'

Zhang Rong nodded.

Indeed. He met Wu Yuanfu before Wu Yuanfu fell into the water.

Of course, the scene he reported to the Director was a different story. But whether it was true or not, Wu Yuanfu did meet him at the end.

'Then there is no problem.'

'Huh?'

'You just announce to the public that Wu Yuanfu has given all his assets to you.'

'Given?'

'Yes. There is written evidence. It has his signature and seal.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong didn't react.

Written evidence?

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Signature and seal?

Where is it?

He and Wu Yuanfu were not at all familiar with each other, so how could he possibly have gifted his assets to him? This is not even possible in his dreams!

'Ahem!'

'Ahem!'

Secretary Mao coughed.

Zhang Yong: ?

He reacted a moment later.

Oh, the so-called written information and signed oaths are all fake.

The Fuxing Society has prepared all the information. It looks very official. Anyway, Wu Yuanfu is already dead, and there is no evidence to the contrary...

Create fake documents and so on. The Restoration Society has always been very professional.

But!

Wait!

Wu Yuanfu is not dead. He may still come back.

He may come back...

'What if Wu Yuanfu comes back?' asked Zhang Yong subconsciously.

'Don't worry. Even if he is not dead, he will not come back with this identity,' Secretary Mao smiled meaningfully.

Zhang Yong: ...

put his hand on his forehead.

Wait. I need to think about it.

Your thoughts jump too fast, I can't keep up. I need to think.

The director was very pleased with his performance.

He wasn't exactly clever. He just had some special abilities. That was just right. He liked people like that.

If they were too clever, they would be hard to control. And they would be prone to double-crossing.

'He, he, he might be...'

Zhang Yong thought hard for a moment. Suddenly he came to a realization.

In fact, he had been half-hearted. This time, he didn't think for long.

Mao Renfeng's meaning was that Wu Yuanfu might also be a Japanese spy. Now that his identity had been revealed, he definitely wouldn't dare come back.

Even if he had the courage to come back, he could not continue to use the name Wu Yuanfu.

It was an established fact that there were three Japanese spies hiding in the White House. How dare Wu Yuanfu say he didn't know anything about it?

Even if he wasn't a Japanese spy, the Fuxing Society would make him one. Then they could hand in their report.

Therefore, the person 'Wu Yuanfu' was completely dead.

There would never be a second Wu Yuanfu.

Naturally, Wu Yuanfu's businesses would fall into Zhang Yong's hands.

No!

It fell into the hands of the Fuxing Society.

No!

To be precise, it fell into the hands of Boss Dai.

'Right!'

Secretary Mao nodded.

Zhang Yong then fell silent.

So they had already thought of this long ago!

These guys!

They really are something.

I thought they would just confiscate it! I didn't expect that there would be a better way.

If they had confiscated it, the Fuxing Society would not have been able to keep it all for themselves. The others would have been jealous and would have wanted to take most of it. Otherwise, they would have complained behind their backs, and Chiang Kai-shek would have ended up confiscating it for the national treasury.

Anyway, Chiang Kai-shek must be short of money these days. He wouldn't let go of such a big fat lamb.

'Why me?' Zhang Yong continued to wonder.

'Because you have special abilities,' the director said slowly.

Zhang Yong thought about it some more. Then he understood.

Pushing himself forward is actually a decoy.

If the Japanese swarm over, they can be captured all at once. And then there are a few more Japanese spies to deal with.

This is killing several birds with one stone, right?

It must be more than two birds. It could be three or even four.

'Then...'

'Starting tonight, you will be living in the White House.'

'Huh?'

'From now on, you are the heir to Wu Yuanfu's assets. Everything he has belongs to you.'

'Huh...'

Zhang Yong subconsciously looked around.

This was unbelievable.

It was absurd.

Something seemed wrong...

How could the magnificent Little White House be his home?

No way!

This was such a luxurious, extravagant villa!

Come on, I'm just a small team leader in the Fuxing Society. I've only been in the Fuxing Society for three months. How could I possibly...

His eyes unconsciously surveyed the surroundings.

Seeing the dazzling crystal chandelier, I reckon it must be at least 100,000 taels of silver...

Seeing the neat and smooth marble floor, I reckon it must be at least 100,000 taels of silver...

And the spiral staircase...

And the big, soft bed with expensive beddings...

Oh no!

The temptation is irresistible!

He has shamefully fallen.

'In the future, you can bring Fang Muyu back here,' the head of the branch office said with a meaningful smile, 'I think she will definitely come.'