Chapter 130: God Chases People Who Don't Feed Their Children

The current monetary system is in a complete mess.

There are more than ten types of banknotes alone.

And the different types of banknotes are not interchangeable.

The government has decided to implement a currency reform and replace all other banknotes with legal tender.

But even before it was officially issued, the legal tender had already had a rough time. First, 50,000 units were stolen from the dock. Now even the printing plates have been stolen.

I don't know what to say.

It feels like the Ministry of Finance, controlled by the Kong family, is like a sieve. It's leaking everywhere. It's irreparable.

'What's going on?'

Suddenly someone appeared. It was Song Ziyu.

She had heard the gunshots and rushed over. She was accompanied by four bodyguards. They all had guns. They looked like they knew what they were doing.

Song Ziyu looked at the young man in the waistcoat lying on the ground. Then she looked at Zhang Yong.

'Stay out of this. Go home.'

Zhang Yong waved his hand. This was a matter of great importance. What was your woman doing meddling?

If a female Japanese soldier appeared in a war drama, he would never even glance at her. It would be too much of a strain on his intelligence.

'I'll just watch...'

Song Ziyu stood aside tactfully.

Zhang Yong: ...

Okay. Just watch. Don't say a word. It really doesn't concern you.

'Drip!'

There was the sound of whistles nearby.

It turned out that there were patrolling policemen approaching.

A whistle and a baton were all the patrolman had.

Three months ago, Zhang Yong was just like that. He didn't even have a formal position. Weak, helpless, pitiful...

Of course, that's not the case now.

Now he is a member of the secret service of the Lixing Society (Fuxing Society).

No matter how low-key he is, this tiger skin is really intimidating. Especially to ordinary people. They all think that the Fuxing Society is a den of evil.

'Come here!'

Zhang Yong waved at a peeping policeman.

The policeman had actually arrived quite a while ago. But he didn't dare to show himself. He was afraid that Zhang Yong was some kind of ruthless character who would do him in.

Now Zhang Yong was pointing at him, so he cautiously came over.

'Do you want to get rich and promoted?'

'What?'

'I asked if you want to get rich and promoted!'

'Yes, yes...'

'If you want, go and make a phone call. Call the Li Xing Society and say that Zhang Yong has arrested a Japanese spy. What is this place?'

' Wutong Road...'

'Go!'

Zhang Yong threw two silver dollars at the other person.

See? Our Li Xing Society is generous. There are definitely benefits to sucking up to us.

'Hey, hey, hey...'

The policeman hurried off.

Zhang Yong continued to hold the gun. He reached out to feel the young man's nose in his jacket.

It's fine. He's still alive. He won't die for now.

A quick check of the injuries.

The worst one is a shot that seems to have hit the lower back.

Oh, if it hits a bone, it'll be more troublesome. The rest doesn't matter. As long as the Japanese spy doesn't die.

'Drip!'

More whistles sounded nearby.

Then several military policemen carrying rifles appeared one after the other.

Zhang Yong took out his Lixingshe ID.

The military policemen lowered their guns.

So it turned out to be someone from Lixingshe handling the case. Then it's fine. We're on the same side. We're on the same side.

Zhang Yong felt even more uneasy.

Fuxing Society and the military police headquarters were two different departments.

It didn't seem like Boss Dai and Gu Zhenglun were friends either.

'Captain Zhang!'

Someone suddenly called out again.

Zhang Yong looked up. Oh. This time it was really someone from the Fuxing Society.

It was one of Liu Daowu's men. They had met before.

'Come here,' Zhang Yong waved.

Four secret agents immediately ran over.

Zhang Yong felt relieved.

With his own people watching, everything would be fine.

'You keep watch here. No one else is allowed to come near. I'll go make a phone call.'

'Yes.'

'Be careful to prevent this Japanese spy from committing suicide.'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong hurriedly looked for a phone.

But after looking around, he didn't see any.

Oh, what a nuisance.

What era is this. Not even a mobile phone.

Song Ziyu pointed over to the side and said, 'Over there, at the barber shop, there's a phone.'

Zhang Yong glanced sideways.

Oh, it seems to be real. Hurriedly, he ran over.

Entered the barber shop. Took out a silver dollar. Picked up the receiver. Directly called Mao Renfeng.

'Secretary Mao, it's me, Zhang Yong.'

'Shaolong, are you okay?'

'Secretary Mao, I'm fine. I just accidentally captured a Japanese spy. I confiscated a metal master for printing legal tender from him.'

'What is it?'

'A metal master for printing legal tender. It can be used to print legal tender.'

'Wait!'

Mao Renfeng didn't react for a moment.

Printing legal tender?

A metal master?

'Is it important?' he asked doubtfully.

'It should be important,' Zhang Yong replied. 'Why don't you ask the Ministry of Finance?'

'I'll report to the Director right away.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong hung up the phone.

Mao Renfeng immediately entered the Director's office.

'What is it?'

'Director, Zhang Yong called and said that he had accidentally captured a Japanese spy and seized a metal master that can be used to print legal tender...'

'What?'

The Director suddenly stood up.

Mao Renfeng immediately understood that this matter was very important.

Moreover, the Director knew about it.

And only the Director knew about it. Even his secretary did not know.

'Director...'

'You immediately call Kong Fansong at the Ministry of Finance. Tell him that the metal master has been found.'

'Yes.'

'Tell him to rush to the scene immediately.'

'Yes.'

'I will go there myself now.'

'Yes.'

Mao Renfeng was secretly amazed.

The Director was going to go there himself again? It seems that this matter is indeed very important.

This Zhang Yong is really something.

One accident and he's already made a big contribution.

I envy him...

I must ingratiate myself with him in the future...

The Director walked quickly towards the door.

'Ciwen, follow me! Take an action team with you!'

'Yes!'

Ciwen was the courtesy name of Zhou Weilong.

He still didn't know what was going on. But he immediately set off with his team.

Over here, Zhang Yong hung up the phone. He finally let out a sigh of relief.

He guessed that he had hit the jackpot.

He had encountered a Japanese spy by accident and recovered something very important.

By the way, does this printing plate have anything to do with the Ministry of Finance? Should I give the Ministry of Finance a call? Go find Kong Fansong?

On second thought, forget it.

I must never go over the Chief's head. I must never curry favour with others.

This kind of credit is best left to the Chief to collect. The current Fuxing Society happens to need to grow and expand. It needs credit.

It's good for him to be a small team leader. The responsibilities are not great, but the rewards are not small. It's also relatively free.

He doesn't need to be promoted, just get rich.

He returned.

He happened to pass by Song Ziyu.

'You're amazing!'

Song Ziyu whispered.

Zhang Yong shook his head.

'Coincidence.'

He wasn't being modest. It really was a coincidence.

He had originally just grabbed a random Japanese spy, but who would have thought that he would find something so important.

Song Ziyu stopped talking. She looked on quietly.

She felt that Zhang Yong was being modest. His ability was truly miraculous.

Catching a Japanese spy was really that simple.

It was as easy as pie. No need to blink.

More and more people were arriving. She therefore quietly took her leave.

Zhang Yong didn't notice. His attention was still on the Japanese spy and the French currency master copy. And from this, some ideas began to form.

Of course, his imagination has never been very good.

How the master copy was stolen. No clue.

Better wait for the experts!

I guess the Chief of Intelligence Zhou Weilong might come...

'Director!'

Someone suddenly said hello.

Zhang Yong looked up in surprise.

Director?

Huh?

The Director himself?

He looked again. It was indeed the Director.

Well, it seems that this Japanese spy is very valuable. No, it's the French currency master that's valuable.

He hurriedly went forward to greet him. Standing at attention, he saluted.

'Keep it confidential,' the Director whispered.

'Understood,' Zhang Yong responded solemnly.

'Don't mention anything about the master.'

'Understood.'

'Where is it?'

'Here it is!'

Zhang Yong held up the metal master.

The director took a close look. It was correct. Then he nodded.

Fortunately, it was found in time.

Because of the confidentiality involved, only he knew about this matter in the entire Restoration Society.

I thought it would take a while to find it. I didn't expect to be happy about an accident.

Accident...

Coincidence...

Lucky...

The director never believed in ghosts and gods.

But at this moment, he had to believe that, in the end, someone was really being pursued by the gods to feed them.

He was talking about Zhang Yong.

'Kong Fansong wanted to ask you to do something in private. It was to find this thing. As it turned out, before he could even say a word, you found it.'

'Shaolong, you are truly the lucky charm of our Fuxing Society! Tell me, what reward do you want?'

'No money! We revolutionary soldiers don't talk about money!'

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