Chapter 149: Only a stupid way

Yang Zhisong is missing?

That's going to be interesting. This is a case of a nest of criminals!

Yang Junjian didn't act alone. Yang Zhisong was also involved.

Maybe the father was the mastermind.

Otherwise, how could father and son disappear at the same time. Maybe there are also family members.

This must have been planned in advance. Once the situation arose, everyone immediately evacuated. They left very cleanly and completely.

'Where is his family?'

'They're all gone too. Including Yang Junjian's mother and younger brother.'

'Keep looking!'

'Son of a bitch!'

Gu Bafeng cursed angrily.

He had thought that if Yang Zhisheng was controlled, the Military Police Command would not be implicated.

Unexpectedly, Yang Zhisong had disappeared. What's more, the whole family had disappeared. This fully demonstrated that Yang Zhisong definitely had a problem. Or rather, a big problem.

The Military Police Command was not clean. Gu Zhenglun would definitely have to bear the responsibility.

Zhang Yong hung up the phone.

Then he called back to the headquarters of the Fuxing Society. He looked for the Director.

This news must be reported to the Director first. Perhaps the Director could make something out of it.

The Fuxing Society and the Military Police Command are also fighting for power. Military Police Commander Gu Zhenglun doesn't really take Boss Dai's orders. If the two sides come into conflict, it's often the Military Police Command that prevails.

Now Yang Zhisong has had an accident. It's as if the Military Police Command has shit on its hands. Gu Zhenglun will lack the backing to speak out in the future.

'Was Yang Zhisong involved?'

'He and his family have mysteriously disappeared. His son fled in a plane.'

'I see. Continue digging deeper.'

'Yes,'

Zhang Yong agreed.

Judging by the tone of the Director, he seemed very pleased.

With this incident, the Fuxing Society would be able to steadily overpower the Military Police Command in the future.

Gu Zhenglun also had to rein in a bit in the presence of the Director.

This would be beneficial to the development of the Fuxing Society.

Hang up the phone.

Return to the dining room.

'Do you need to go out?' Yang Lichu asked.

'No!' Zhang Yong shoved a fried chicken leg into his mouth, 'It's the middle of the night, what's there to go out for?'

'I thought you were going out to investigate the case.'

'No need,'

Zhang Yong shook his head. He buried his head in his food.

He was no Sherlock Holmes. What was there to do out in the middle of the night?

It was the middle of the night, dark as pitch, what was there to investigate?

If he encountered an accident, wouldn't the loss outweigh the gain?

He had almost been ambushed by Wei Tuo's men before. He had almost died.

He remembered this lesson vividly.

Zhang Ping is in charge of all the reconnaissance work. He just needs to listen to Zhang Ping tomorrow to find out the results.

Tonight's mission is to eat and drink. Then sleep.

Madam set a deadline of seven days. Today is only the first day. There are still six days left. No rush.

Eat and drink to your heart's content. Leaving the restaurant.

It's a summer night, with a cool breeze, and the night is enchanting. What a beautiful night.

'Miss Yang, did you say stocks?'

'You want to buy?'

'Where did you buy them?'

'A friend did. American stocks.'

'Can you buy some for me?'

'Sure. What do you want?'

'GM, Boeing, McDonnell Douglas, Lockheed, Coca-Cola, and Spam.'

'You know the US well!'

'I grew up in the city, so of course I know it!'

Zhang Yong answered without hesitation.

He suddenly realised that he had managed to pass as someone from the US.

If it had been someone from another place, they would have been exposed. They would also have been suspicious.

How could a Chinese person from a remote village be so familiar with American companies?

They probably hadn't even heard of Coca-Cola.

But everyone in Shanghai knew about it.

'What do you want to buy?'

'Everything. Coca-Cola. 5,000 US dollars.'

'That much?'

Yang Lichu was taken aback.

In these days, 5,000 US dollars was definitely a huge sum.

Even an ordinary American worker could not earn 5,000 US dollars a year.

Most Americans would consider a monthly salary of 100 US dollars a high salary. That would be 1,200 US dollars a year.

'I've recently made some extra money.'

'A reward from the Ministry of Finance?'

'Yes. It's a personal reward. It's just the right amount to invest.'

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Zhang Yong did not mince his words.

Kong Fansong gave him a reward, and the department head knew about it.

The department head didn't take any of it either. He let him take it all. He happened to use the money to buy some stocks.

As it turned out, if you go the long-term route, you definitely buy Coca-Cola. It will be a long-term success for the next hundred years. If you buy $5,000 now, it could be $500,000 or $5 million in the future.

Becoming a rich man is impossible. But becoming a well-off man is definitely possible.

Of course, this is just an idea. How to do it specifically, you have to ask the foreigners.

Yes, there are specialised foreign firms that help wealthy Chinese buy American stocks. There are some in Shanghai. There are also some in Jinling. Honest. Professional.

'Captain Zhang, Director Zhang is looking for you.'

'I know.'

Soon, Zhang Yong was called to the phone again.

Zhang Ping had brought the phone call. He reported the news of Yang Zhisong's disappearance. Zhang Ping became irritated again.

'Continue investigating!'

'Start with all the people involved!'

'Investigate overnight!'

Zhang Yong gave him orders without hesitation.

Zhang Ping was annoyed to death. But he had no choice but to follow orders. After all, the incident had happened in the empty credit department.

He was the only one who had to do the dirty work of searching.

Oh, and there was also Gu Bafeng.

In order to prove his innocence, Gu Bafeng also took the military police and searched overnight.

After listening to the phone call, Zhang Yong went back to bed.

He slept until 7am and then got up for breakfast. He noticed that Zhang Ping had also returned.

He looked tired and dejected.

Needless to say, it must have been a fruitless night.

'No leads.'

'He may have already left Jinling.'

Zhang Ping's previous impatience had now turned to frustration.

After repeatedly hitting a brick wall, he finally realised that investigating a case was a very difficult chore.

Before, he didn't think it was a big deal. Now, he deeply understood what despair was. Only the devil knows where Yang Zhisong is hiding.

And that Yang Junjian, who fled in a plane, only the devil knows where he crash-landed.

Seeing Zhang Yong's carefree appearance, he was really overwhelmed with mixed emotions. He sat down with a thud and didn't even want to talk.

'Ran away?'

Zhang Yong ate breakfast without a care in the world.

Everyone in the Air Operations Department is a big shot. You couldn't handle it after just one busy night?

We at the Fuxing Society catch spies day and night. Even Zhou Weilong, the head of the Intelligence Department, often stays up late. You guys are taking it easy.

'What's the next step in our investigation?' Zhang Ping asked.

'Continue to investigate Yang Zhisong's social connections,' Zhang Yong replied methodically.

This was the normal sequence of an investigation.

All clues were found by searching for a needle in a haystack.

The workload was very heavy.

The results were very small.

Often, a huge amount of work was done, but in the end, nothing was achieved.

He was no Sherlock Holmes.

There was no Sherlock Holmes method.

There was only a stupid method.

'But...'

Zhang Ping's head began to ache at the mere mention of it.

Yang Zhisong was the chief of staff of a colonel. He had a wide circle of friends.

How much time and effort would it take to investigate his social connections? He couldn't hold out any longer.

'Do you have a better idea?'

'No...'

Zhang Ping suddenly lost his momentum.

Where was his better idea? He would have used it already if he had one.

Zhang Yong then buried his head in his meal.

Zhang Ping finished eating in a hurry and then led the men back to work.

'Do you have a problem with him?'

'No.'

'You have a problem with our Air Supply Department.'

'More or less!'

Zhang Yong did not deny it.

He really felt that the Air Supply Department was too comfortable.

Although you are the Air Force and the pride of the sky, but it is too much to be unable to hold out for one night.

Your salary is several times that of our Fuxing Society!

We must find you some work to do.

Including Yang Lichu.

Otherwise, none of you will know the hardships of the world. And we thought our Restoration Society was here to do your errands!

"Take ten men with you.'

'Where are we going?'

'To catch the Japanese spies!'