Chapter 131: Murder for Silence

No money? Then what the hell!

Zhang Yong secretly despised the other party. As if you are not greedy for money.

Okay. On the surface, this Director does not want money. But he likes to be artsy. And he is extremely power-hungry.

Power is very dangerous.

It is extremely easy to turn against you.

Even someone as clever as the Director can't hold on to it in the end.

So Zhang Yong has set himself a red line: never touch power. Greed is fine. But not power. It will bite you in the end.

Take as much money and women as you want. But power, if offered, you must politely refuse.

Just quietly be a small team leader.

Your own people won't target you.

And your enemies won't pay attention.

That's the way to go...

'Then I refuse to go on a blind date with Song Ziyu.'

'You...'

The department head was speechless.

This guy, really...

You actually don't want the swan meat that's been delivered to your mouth? Are you out of your mind?

"She's from the Song family.'

'I'm sorry, department head. She's too high up, and puts too much pressure on me. I don't want to see her.'

'You're from our Fuxing Society, and sooner or later, you'll rise with the tide.'

'No. I don't want to get promoted. I'll just be a small team leader.'

'Nonsense!'

The department head scowled.

Everyone around pretended not to hear.

But they had heard every word Zhang Yong had said.

Many of them let out a silent sigh of relief.

Zhang Yong didn't want to be promoted? He just wanted to be a team leader?

They had thought this guy would be a threat to them. They had never imagined he was so sensible!

"I'm serious!'

Zhang Yong stubbornly responded.

There were no special benefits to being promoted. It was just a lot of trouble.

The point is, after you get promoted, you won't be able to do many things on your own. That would be troublesome. It's much more comfortable to be a nobody.

The situation will become very turbulent in the future.

If you're a nobody, you can still handle it. If you're a somebody, you won't have much room for manoeuvre.

'You...'

The director sat there with a stern face. He was ready to give a lecture.

You're so unmotivated. You want to be a small team leader for the rest of your life? You're hopeless!

You're supposed to be the star of our Fuxing Society!

How can you keep stopping at small team leader?

In the future, you should at least be a section chief!

When you've gained enough experience, you'll be sent out to be the head of a district. Or the station manager.

He suddenly stopped talking.

He noticed that Kong Fansong had arrived. He had also brought quite a few people with him.

'Director Kong.'

'Director Dai!'

The department head went up to greet Kong Fansong enthusiastically.

Zhang Yong was secretly surprised. He didn't expect Kong Fansong to be quite so high up. He was actually on an equal footing with Boss Dai.

Well, at the moment, Boss Dai's status is indeed average.

Although he controls the secret service, in the Kong family's eyes, he really isn't special.

Any other brigadier general or division commander would definitely have more troops under their command than the Fuxing Society.

'Thank you!'

Kong Fansong beamed.

He personally accepted the metal master from the department head.

Yes, it was it.

Damn it, it really was stolen.

Damn it...

Luckily, it was recovered.

Otherwise...

'Director Dai, please ask Zhang Yong to come over for a moment.'

'Zhang Yong! Come here!'

The director immediately called out.

Zhang Yong walked over quickly.

Stand at attention.

Salute.

'Director Kong...'

'This is for you. You must accept it. Director Dai is witness.'

Kong Fansong didn't say a word, and directly took out a heavy, bulging envelope and slipped it into Zhang Yong's hands.

Zhang Yong: ???

What is it?

He glanced at it carelessly.

Oh, it's full of green US dollars. Quite a lot of them.

He really liked Director Kong. Without saying a word, he just handed over the money. It's so straightforward to work for him.

'Five thousand. For you.'

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong was overjoyed.

Damn, five thousand US dollars! The Kong family is really generous!

Last time, when he found the stolen French currency samples, the Americans rewarded him with five thousand US dollars in dialect, but he didn't get a single last cent.

Unexpectedly, this time, Kong Fansong gave him US$5,000 directly.

Hey, the Kong family is much more generous than foreigners. It's good to be on the same side.

'Take it yourself!' The head of the department nodded and said slowly, "This is a reward for you alone. You don't need to share it.'

'Yes." Zhang Yong put the envelope in his pocket with a beaming smile.

It turned out that it didn't fit at all.

It bulged his pocket.

He smiled.

His eyes narrowed to a slit.

He was happy!

'We'll need your help again.'

'Tell me.'

'There are three plates in total. So far, we've only recovered one.'

'Three plates?'

Zhang Yong was taken aback.

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There are that many?

Isn't one enough?

Are they spare plates?

'There are three different plates, with slight differences between them,' Kong Fansong whispered. 'The printed banknotes also have three different designs. We still need to ask the president to personally look at them and decide which one to use. After that, the two spare plates will be destroyed. Only the selected plate will remain.'

'Stolen at the same time?'

'Yes. They were originally kept in the same suitcase. On the train, they disappeared without a trace.'

'How long ago was this?'

'Ten days ago.'

'That long?'

'Yes. This is a big deal, and we haven't reported it yet.'

'I see.'

Zhang Yong nodded.

The fact that it hadn't been reported meant that Chiang Kai-shek still didn't know.

It was common practice to deceive superiors and conceal the truth.

Surely no one was so stupid as to go running to Chiang Kai-shek and say, 'We've lost the master plate for printing legal tender.' That would be asking for trouble.

Even if the others knew, they wouldn't report it. It's not worth the trouble.

What good would it do to offend the Kong family?

On the contrary, if you find the master plate for the Kong family in time, you can reap great benefits.

Just like Zhang Yong, who instantly got his hands on 5,000 US dollars!

"Baga!'

Suddenly, the young man in the waistcoat screamed.

The people next to him immediately restrained him.

'Paku!'

At this moment, a gunshot rang out.

Zhang Yong was taken aback.

Then he reflexively crouched down.

Shit!

It was the sound of an 83-type rifle.

An enemy was firing from a distance!

Damn!

It was a sniper!

Fortunately, the target was not himself.

He felt his body.

He looked around carefully.

He was indeed fine. Nothing was unusual.

But...

The scene was already in chaos!

'Chase!'

'Chase!'

Zhou Weilong yelled angrily.

There was actually an enemy firing from a distance. He had been careless.

Zhang Yong also frowned.

The enemy did not get within 150 metres.

The enemy shot from more than 150 metres away. The map gives no indication.

Damn.

'He's dead!'

'Who's dead?'

'The Japanese spy!'

'Never mind him!'

Zhang Yong waves his hand.

Obviously, the Japanese invaders want to silence him.

They are afraid that the young man in the jacket will reveal their secrets. So they shot him from a distance.

One shot to the head.

Definitely a veteran Japanese soldier.

The Japanese veteran's marksmanship was truly diabolical.

But...

'He won't get away!'

The face of the head of the office was dark and sullen, like the bottom of a pot. It was pitch black.

The other party had successfully killed the captured Japanese spy under the watchful eyes of the Fuxing Society. This was a provocation to the Fuxing Society!

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

A rifle, shooting from a distance. It was indeed a good thing.

But rifles are not easy to carry.

After the shot, the military police will block the surrounding intersections.

In other words, it is impossible for this Japanese veteran to escape with the rifle.

He must throw the rifle away. And escape.

The problem is that all intersections will be blocked.

For a period of time, everyone will be prohibited from moving across regions. So the shooter cannot escape from a long distance.

'Shaolong.'

'Here!'

'I will be responsible for blocking all nearby intersections. You go after the person.'

'Yes.'

'Be careful.'

'Understood!'

Zhang Yong turned to get back to work.

Of course he couldn't do it alone. He had to bring someone with him.

The problem was that Yan Guangkun, Zhong Yang, and Wu Liuqi were all away. What should he do? Just bring Dai Yice's action team.

The entire action team, with three sub-teams, all of them.

There were more than 50 people.

Even if they encountered the gunmen, they wouldn't be afraid.

'Hurry!'

'Hurry!'

Over there, the Chief is personally coordinating and commanding the blockade of a 500-metre radius around the block.

It's mainly military police and police officers. They're sealing off all the intersections. No one is allowed to move. Then they'll search and screen each block one by one.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of search would be time-consuming and ineffective.

But now, there's Zhang Yong.

I believe the gunman will soon show himself.