Chapter 148: Strongly Selling Favours

'Bastard!'

'Bastard!'

Zhang Ping anxiously jumped up and down.

He watched helplessly as the target fled. His inner agitation can be imagined.

He suddenly rushed over. He yelled at Zhang Yong.

'You, why didn't you say so earlier?'

'Say what?'

'Liu Meijuan could have confessed earlier. Why did you wait until now?'

'Are you blaming me?'

'You've wasted more than two hours!'

'You've wasted many days!'

Zhang Yong shot back.

He wasn't going to indulge the other guy. So what if he was a lieutenant colonel?

Even if it was the wife, if she had that kind of attitude, he wouldn't indulge her either. If she's so capable, she can find the memo herself.

Is ten thousand dollars a lot?

I'm not short of it!

Bah!

'Stop it, stop it,' Yang Lichu hurriedly tried to smooth things over.

'Pish!' Zhang Yong gave him a look of disdain.

I was invited here by your wife. What can you do to me?

If you're so capable, why didn't you find out Yang Junjian's name before? Now that I've found out, you blame me for the delay?

Get lost!

Zhang Ping finally calmed down.

He realised that it was wrong to get angry with Zhang Yong. It was even more than it was worth.

Zhang Yong had a special position. But he was not his subordinate.

To be more precise, he was a guest. A guest invited by your wife.

'I'm sorry...'

'I was wrong...'

He was able to humble himself and admit his mistake.

Zhang Yong didn't take it seriously. He nodded his head to show that he accepted it.

But his impression of the Air Conditioner Department was getting worse and worse.

What a bunch of idiots.

They've clearly made a mess of things themselves and now they're asking him to come and clean it up. And they're all such jerks.

If it wasn't for the 10,000 US dollars...

Bah!

Damn the 10,000 US dollars.

He wanted to just walk away. But in the end, he couldn't bear to.

After all, it was 10,000 US dollars. A huge sum of money.

You could buy a lot of things with that.

You could do a lot of things...

His inner unease was quickly washed away by the ten thousand dollars. Sigh. He despised himself. Why was he so greedy?

'Continue arresting people.'

'What?'

'Arrest his family.'

'Ah...'

Zhang Pingcai came back to his senses.

Yes, the family.

Yang Junjian had escaped. But he had left behind a lot of clues. They still had to continue the investigation.

For example, his friends, his family...

'Yes!'

He hurriedly turned and left.

Yang Lichu frowned slightly. She wanted to say something but stopped.

'Say it.'

'Yang Junjian's father is Yang Zhisong, the colonel and chief of staff of the military police headquarters...'

'Really?'

'Really.'

'Then I'll make a phone call first.'

Zhang Yong thought of Gu Bafeng. He decided to do Gu Bafeng a favour.

It wasn't something that Gu Bafeng needed. He was the one who had forced the sale. He had to take it whether he wanted it or not. He had to accept this favour. From now on, he would always be in his debt.

He found the phone number.

He first called the headquarters of the Fuxing Society. Then he asked to be transferred to the Military Police Command Headquarters.

The telephone system at the time was relatively simple. There weren't many extensions. Calls could be transferred directly between government agencies.

If the call came from the outside, the Military Police Command would certainly not take it seriously. However, if it came from the General Office of the Society for the Restoration of China, no one at the Military Police Command would dare to ignore it.

After a long wait...

After a long wait...

After exactly one minute, the call finally went through.

'Get Gu Bafeng.'

'Who is this?'

'This is Zhang Yong from the Society for the Restoration of China. It's urgent that I speak to him. Hurry, we can't waste a minute.'

'Yes!'

The person on the other end of the line did not dare to be negligent.

Soon after, the voice of Gu Bafeng came through.

'Zhang Yong?'

'Yes. It's me. I have something urgent to tell you.'

'Go ahead.'

'Arrest Yang Zhisong immediately.'

'Who?'

'Yang Zhisong. Yang Junjian's father. It was Yang Junjian who stole the memorandum from the Treasury Department. The Treasury Department is already arresting people. Take the initiative and arrest Yang Zhisong first. Then your Military Police Command won't be held responsible.'

'Thanks!'

Gu Bafeng was also very decisive.

Of course he knew how to handle this kind of thing. Of course he had to be decisive.

Besides, Yang Zhisong was not an important person. He definitely had to be thrown out!

"Guys!'

Arrange for an arrest immediately.

Regardless of whether Yang Zhisong is responsible or not, he must be arrested first.

In addition, there are other people in the Yang family, and all actions must be taken. None of them can run. They must all be monitored.

Stealing a memo?

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How can that be allowed?

The Military Police Command must not be implicated!

'Arrest Yang Zhisong!'

'Yes!'

The Military Police began to move.

Zhang Yong hung up the phone.

He didn't give Gu Bafeng the chance to speak.

He forced the favour on him. Hehe. Next time they meet, he must give him face.

He walked out.

He noticed that Yang Lichu was gone.

He looked around. He didn't see her. He was puzzled. Where had she gone?

After a while, he realised that Yang Lichu was actually nearby. But she was blocked by a tall foreigner.

That foreigner seemed to be a Soviet? I think so. There were a lot of Soviets at the Daxiangchang base.

Most of the instructors at the Central Air Force Academy came from the Soviet Union. They were all bearded guys. Most of the planes also came from the Soviet Union.

Zhang Yong wasn't sure how the Soviet Union was contacted in the first place. Anyway, that was the situation.

In theory, the Soviet Union should be closer to the Red Party. But in fact, the weapons and equipment were sold to the Kuomintang. It was a ridiculous existence.

In the early stages of the War of Resistance, in addition to a few German-equipped divisions, there were also a considerable number of Soviet-equipped divisions. Especially after German military aid was cut off, Soviet equipment became the mainstream.

For example, the famous 74th Division was actually mainly equipped with Soviet weapons.

The famous American pilot Claire Chennault was also invited to teach at the Kaiqiao Air Force Academy. This does not include the Central Air Force Academy.

Finally, Yang Lichu stopped talking to the Soviet and returned to Zhang Yong's side.

'Andropov. Ukrainian. Chief aviation instructor.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong nodded.

He looked in the direction Andropov had gone.

'Where is...'

'Oh. That's the dining hall. There's a midnight snack tonight.'

'Can I go?'

'Of course!'

Yang Lichu said with a smile.

Zhang Yong then lifted his leg and walked towards the dining room. Free midnight snacks, why not take advantage of it.

He arrived at the dining room and found that there were not many people.

This was the dining room for senior officers, and only foreign instructors, pilots, and officers above the rank of colonel could enter.

Zhang Yong: ...

No one stopped him.

He entered the dining room and found that it was quite large. There were also many things.

They were all Western food.

It mainly consisted of various breads, pastries, and drinks.

'Coke!'

Zhang Yong was pleasantly surprised.

Wow, this is amazing. I can see Coca-Cola.

It's all in glass bottles. It seems like this is rare nowadays. I didn't expect to be able to see such original packaging after travelling back 80 years.

Wow, the Air Force really has money! They even have Coca-Cola.

Amazing.

There's also a lot of vodka.

Needless to say, it must be to satisfy those polar bear instructors. Aren't they afraid of getting drunk and causing trouble?

They took plates, knives and forks without any hesitation, as if they were at home.

Yang Lichu watched silently.

Zhang Yong sat down and started eating like a windstorm.

His impression of the Air Force Logistics Department improved a little. The food was really good!

"Why do I feel that...'

'What?'

'You seem to be quite familiar with Western food?'

'No way!'

Zhang Yong firmly denied it.

Just joking. I don't even like Western food.

In my previous life, I've only eaten McDonald's, KFC, Pizza Hut, Starbucks, and stuff like that...

Oh, it seems like I do know a little. But that's all.

'You're very skilled with a knife and fork!'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong inwardly groaned.

What's this damned woman doing, observing so closely?

Eat your food!

So what if I know how to use a knife and fork?

I'm eating your rice, aren't I?

'I'm a native of Shanghai.'

'What do you mean?'

'There are a lot of foreigners over there. I often see them eating Western food. I learned a long time ago.'

'Really?'

'Of course! I've had Western food before in the concession. The restaurant was called the Paradise. I'll invite you sometime.'

'Great!'

'It's a deal.'

Zhang Yong resolutely denied his identity as a time traveller.

At the same time, he secretly reminded himself to be careful in the future. Even Yang Lichu could see that there was a problem. The bigwigs at the Fuxing Society might also have doubts.

Just as he was about to speak, a major officer suddenly rushed over.

'Hello, which one is Zhang Yong?'

'I am.'

'Hello. Please come to the command room. There's a phone call for you.'

'Got it!'

Zhang Yong got up to answer the phone.

Before leaving, he took a bottle of cola. Alas, it's been a long time since he last had a drink. Today, he must have enough to go around.

He arrived at the command room. He answered the phone.

It was Gu Bafeng calling. He said anxiously:

'Zhang Yong, Yang Zhisong is missing.'