Chapter 175: The chairman is very angry

Trust in science!

Feng shui dragon veins and whatnot are all things of the void.

That emperor of the puppet Manchukuo was an idiot too. He really thought that by siding with the Japanese he could restore his country. He really hasn't been beaten up by society.

He also tried to destroy the dragon veins of Han Chinese graves. It's really laughable.

If there really were dragon veins in China, they wouldn't be in Sun Yat-sen's Mausoleum at this very moment.

In the next few decades, the dragon veins would be in a few brick houses.

Damn. If you really want to find a feng shui master, you should come to me. Which feng shui master knows more than I do?

I'll show you a glorious future....

digressing.

He swept the pieces of the sophora japonica tree on the ground with one kick.

The body was also lowered. There were no valuable clues. It was just a hanging death.

It can be deduced that there were at least three people involved. Two held him hostage. One pulled the rope. Or maybe there were four people. Two pulled the rope. It's all details. Doesn't matter. Zhang Yong doesn't need details.

What needs to be figured out now is why Chen Yongfu was killed. What did he know?

Was it to silence him? Or was it a disagreement over the spoils?

Or was it because he stole the plans?

Ugh, what a load of crap.

'Captain Zhang!'

'Captain Zhang!'

Just as he spoke, the Coca-Cola arrived.

Zhang Yong perked up. What the heck. Two bottles of Coke to refresh the mind.

It's so hot.

And there's no heat allowance!

Look at the stray dogs outside, they're all lying on the ground, tongue hanging out. Right. If the dogs are dying of heat, what about humans?

"Gululu!'

'Gululu!'

Finally, a bottle of cool Coca-Cola went down the throat, and it felt much better.

It was worth it to pull in the empty department just for this bottle of Coke. The Coke itself was not expensive. But the only way to transport it in bulk was by air force.

Just as he was about to take a second bottle of Coke, suddenly there was a red dot cutting in at the edge of the map in his head.

It was quite fast. It was like the speed of a car.

Zhang Yong immediately looked over. Sure enough, he saw a car approaching.

A small black car. The brand was not visible. At the same time, there was no license plate. Someone was found. Immediately slow down.

'Who's that over there?'

'That car? I'm not sure.'

'Go and check.'

'Okay!'

Gu Bafeng arranged it immediately.

Five military policemen ran over.

As a result, the car suddenly reversed, turned, and then sped off quickly.

In this way, even an idiot knows that there must be something wrong with it.

'Chase!'

Gu Bafeng shouted.

He immediately led the military policemen in pursuit. Of course, they chased in their cars.

Zhang Ping was also itching to go. He wanted to go after it too. But Zhang Yong stopped him.

Let Gu Bafeng go after it.

What are you guys from the logistics department going to do? Fighting and killing are not your strong points. You just provide food and drink.

'What's wrong with that car?'

'I can smell the Japanese.'

'There are Japanese in the car?'

'Yes,'

Zhang Yong answered affirmatively.

Everyone was incredulous. How could they smell the Japanese from so far away?

However, they had all seen Zhang Yong's miraculous abilities before. Since Zhang Yong said it was the Japanese, then it was most likely the Japanese.

What were the Japanese doing here all of a sudden?

And why did they suddenly run?

'The drawings of the mausoleum, did the Japanese really steal them?' Zhang Ping's expression became serious.

'It's possible,' Zhang Yong nodded.

'Then I have to report it immediately.' Zhang Ping turned around and left.

If there are Japanese people involved, the situation is complicated.

Before, it was all speculation. But now there is hard evidence. The situation is different immediately.

'Sigh...'

Yang Lichu let out a sigh suddenly.

I don't know what she was sighing about. Was she sighing that the Japanese were meddling?

Or was she sighing that the situation was really complicated?

'Sigh...'

Zhang Yong let out a helpless sigh as well.

This is another big job!

And there are Japanese people involved.

When you think about the Japanese's ambitions, and the idea of geomancy and dragon veins...

If the authorities are worried about what the Japanese might do to damage the feng shui of Sun Yat-sen's Mausoleum, and that it might affect the fortunes of the country, then he fears that he will never get away with this.

Unless they catch the Japanese spy and get the plans back. And make sure that the feng shui of the dragon vein will not be affected.

Who knows, in the future, they might even have to protect the fortunes of the country...

Nonsense!

"We've got him!'

'We've got him!'

Someone suddenly shouted.

It was Gu Bafeng and his men. They were indeed very impressive.

Although the Japanese man's car was fast, he was eventually caught.

The man was quickly escorted back.

He was a man in his thirties. He was wearing a long silk robe. He seemed to be a decent person.

He was just a little dishevelled from being bound with ropes.

The military police headquarters used ropes to bind people.

'This grandson is called Zhen Zhenghao. He is the owner of Zhiyan Zhai on the Antique Street,' Gu Bafeng said excitedly. 'I didn't expect that this grandson is actually Japanese!'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

He was certain that before, Zhen Zhenghao had not been in the antique street. Otherwise, he would have discovered it long ago.

At that time, there were no Japanese people near the antique street.

Unexpectedly, this guy would come here. And then headbutt himself into his arms.

This can be considered an unexpected gain.

An antique shop owner who pretends to be Chinese has a lot of stories behind him!

The man kept his head down. Not a word was spoken.

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Zhang Yong waved his hand. Pulled out his pistol. And shot him in the knee.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

One shot exploded one knee.

Followed by another shot. Another knee exploded.

No words?

Fine. No need for you to say anything.

'Seize his shop!'

'I'll go!'

Gu Bafeng immediately went with his men.

At this time, the man was sitting on the ground listlessly, sweating profusely. But he never said a word.

Obviously, this guy had very strong endurance. Even though his knees were blown up, he could hold back from screaming. He twisted and struggled, but kept his mouth shut.

Anyone could tell that he was definitely well-trained.

Who in the ordinary world could have done that?

He would have fainted long ago.

'Don't worry. You won't die,' Zhang Yong suddenly said slowly.

'You, we remember you!' Zhen Zhenghao finally spoke, his eyes full of malice, 'You are Zhang Yong. From the Special Branch of the Fuxing Society. We remember you.'

'You have a picture of me?' Zhang Yong pretended to be surprised. "You actually recognise me?'

'Hmph, you could be in ashes and we'd still recognise you," Zhen Zhenghao yelled viciously, "You're the one who stole the pure gold Buddha head from Qixia Temple!'

'Eh?" Zhang Yong was a little taken aback.

The pure gold Buddha head?

Wang Defa?

Wait!

Could it be that Wang Defa isn't from the Tongji agency? Could it be that he's from the Huaiji agency?

No way!

No way.

Wang Defa can't be from the Sycamore Agency.

This guy is full of shit!

"Shut up! Wang Defa has nothing to do with your Sycamore Agency!'

'The pure gold Buddha head is ours!'

'Pah! Don't flatter yourself. I clearly found it in Wang Defa's car.'

'We gave it to him. We asked him to take it out for us.'

'Go, I don't believe a word you say!'

Zhang Yong shrugged.

He wasn't deliberately trying to trap the other person.

He really felt that the pure gold Buddha head had nothing to do with the Huaiji authorities.

You say you put it there, do you have any evidence?

Cut it out and go away!

'You!'

Zhen Zhenghao was infuriated.

If Zhang Yong was deliberately trying to trap him, perhaps he would have felt a little better.

However, Zhang Yong's expression seemed to indicate that he really didn't believe it. This made Zhen Zhenghao feel very hurt. It was as if his dignity had been insulted!

'Shut up!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Someone immediately sealed Zhen Zhenghao's mouth.

Zhen Zhenghao was so angry inside! There were really no words to describe it. He wanted to yell at Zhang Yong, 'It was all our doing, it was all our doing...'

Unfortunately, there was no chance.

At this moment, dusk was approaching, and night was gradually falling.

Although it is summer, the days are long and the nights are short. Another day has come to an end.

The team is disbanded.

Everyone is going home. Everyone goes home to their own mother.

However...

Zhang Ping happily returned and solemnly told Zhang Yong, 'Captain Zhang, I reported to Minister Min, who in turn reported to Madam. Madam said that this matter must be investigated thoroughly. It must be investigated to the end. All the Japanese spies behind this must be found. Report to her every day.'

'Yes...' Zhang Yong replied listlessly.

Sure enough, the most depressing thing came.

The authorities had indeed thought of such nonsense as feng shui, dragon veins, and national fortunes.

These ethereal things have caused people a lot of harm!

How can a department of the Communist Party of China affect the fortunes of the country? Ridiculous!

However, as a minor character in the secret service department of the Lixing Society, where is his say?

Tuck your tail between your legs and do your job! No time to slack off tonight.

Back at Sun Yat-sen's Mausoleum. Take a breath. Immediately, there's a phone call.

'Shaolong.'

'Secretary Mao, it's me.'

'The Director-General has specifically instructed you to put down all your current work and devote all your energy to handling the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum situation.'

'Understood.'

'Someone has already reported this matter to the Commander-in-Chief. The Commander-in-Chief is very angry.'

'Understood.'

Zhang Yong has to brace himself.

What kind of son of a bitch Japanese is this, stealing the wrong thing.

Stealing the plans for the mausoleum!

Steal them and build one for your emperor!

And what kind of son of a bitch is this, running around all day annoying the Commissioner.

Today, the Commissioner is angry.

Tomorrow, the Commissioner is angry.

All he does is get angry. It doesn't matter if he gets angry or not. But I'm the one doing all the running around!

I'm so angry...

When I catch the culprit, I'll bury him alive in his tomb.

Let you steal!

Let you steal all you want!

Damn it!

What now?

What else can we do?

Sweep the streets!

Arrest the spies!

Arrest one after the other!

I hope there's one or two in there who know something!

What if there aren't any?

Then keep arresting!

Keep arresting until we find someone!