Chapter 179: You and I are meant to be

"Achoo!'

'Achoo!'

He continued to sneeze.

Damn, could it be a heat cold?

What should he eat to feel better? Is there an old Chinese medicine practitioner open at night?

Zhang Yong was racking his brains.

The city of Jinling was deathly quiet in the middle of the night.

It was not comparable to the Bund in Shanghai.

The main reason was that there was a curfew in effect in the middle of the night.

Although there was no official announcement of a curfew, there were many military and police patrols.

The patrols would stop people for questioning, and if they found anything wrong, they would be invited for a cup of tea. Or if the military or police thought you were rich, they would also invite you for a cup of tea.

If you were invited for a cup of tea, you would not be able to get out without paying a few dollars.

So over time, if there was nothing going on, people just didn't go out in the middle of the night.

Otherwise, it's definitely not going to be beneficial.

Driving along, Zhang Yong encountered at least ten checkpoints.

Of course, no one was checking.

The cars of the military police headquarters are clearly marked, who would be so blind?

But Zhang Yong didn't get much out of it either.

This side is mainly where government offices are located. It seems that there are not many Japanese spies.

Okay. Turn in a different direction. Turn into the Qinhuai River.

It's lively here. It's a place where fireworks are tacitly allowed.

At the same time, a large amount of opium also haunts this place.

'Buddy, I'll give you half an hour,' said Gu Bafeng suddenly in a mysterious tone.

'Half an hour? No need. I'll be done in ten minutes,' Zhang Yong replied seriously. Gu Bafeng wanted to laugh but couldn't.

He had forgotten that there was also Yang Lichu next to him. She was a woman. And she had connections.

Zhang Ping had a family. He didn't smile much.

There was one car and four people, and suddenly it got quiet.

'You go on your own. I'll keep watch for you,' Yang Lichu suddenly said.

'I wouldn't dare,' Gu Bafeng hastily said.

'What are you afraid of? I'll pay for it,' Zhang Yong said arrogantly.

'If her father catches you, you're dead,' Gu Bafeng reminded him, intentionally or not. 'His father is in charge of this area. He's the deputy head of the Ministry of Justice,'

'Going to a flower house is not illegal,' Zhang Yong was still being stubborn.

Unexpectedly, Yang Lichu's father was actually the deputy head of the Ministry of Justice. What does this department do?

In any case, the deputy head of the Ministry of Justice is a very powerful presence.

Sure enough, these days, the rich kids are always behind some high-ranking official. Fortunately, she didn't provoke her.

'Then you go,' Yang Lichu's expression did not change.

'Let's go!' Zhang Yong parked the car. He opened the door. He was really going to get out of the car and go to the brothel.

'Don't!' Gu Bafeng really didn't dare to do anything.

Yang Lichu wasn't there, so it was fine. If she was there, he had to pretend to be a gentleman.

Although Zhang Ping occasionally came here, he definitely wouldn't do it if there were other people around. It would conflict with his usual persona.

'Are you really not going?'

'You go by yourself!'

'Fine. I'll go by myself!'

'I'll go with you!'

Yang Lichu suddenly jumped out of the car.

Zhang Yong: ...

Gu Bafeng: ...

Zhang Ping ignored it. As if he hadn't seen anything.

'Then let's go!'

Zhang Yong didn't refuse either.

He turned around and walked in front. Entering Meixianglou.

Before, Zhuo Yungui mentioned that he liked to come here. I wonder if he's here.

If he really wants to join the organisation, he must give up his bad habits like drinking, gambling and whoring. Otherwise, the organisation will not want him. This is iron discipline.

A man who drinks, gambles and whores will have no resistance.

In the face of interests, he may betray his comrades at any time. History has already taught us a painful lesson.

'Change your clothes first.'

'Why?'

'We are going to visit a brothel. We are not raiding it.'

'This is unnecessary.'

Yang Lichu frowned. But in the end, she followed Zhang Yong into the nearby clothing store.

Inside the clothing store, the three of them changed into casual clothes.

Zhang Yong was wearing a long black silk robe. He was wearing sunglasses. He looked very smart. He casually hung the rosary necklace he had received from Gu Mozhai around his neck.

Gu Bafeng was dressed in a suit. He looked like a gold medal boxer.

Yang Lichu, on the other hand, had changed into a lady's outfit. She wore a small white round hat. A combination of Chinese and Western styles. She looked like a graceful and pretty young lady.

After getting dressed, she leisurely entered Meixianglou.

'Sir...'

'Bring up the best girls!'

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'Yes!'

The madam went with a smile on her face. She ignored Yang Lichu.

Yang Lichu didn't even blush. She just followed Zhang Yong in. Then she watched as group after group of girls came forward.

Zhang Yong took out five ten-dollar bills and placed them on the table.

All the girls' eyes immediately lit up. These were greenbacks! American dollars!

'I'll give you a little challenge.'

'See that rotund boss in front of you. Go up there and serve him well. One bill each.'

'I'll do it!'

'I'll do it!'

All the girls immediately raised their hands.

Zhang Yong picked five. He told them to go over.

He dismissed the rest.

'What are you doing?' Yang Lichu couldn't understand.

'That guy is Japanese,' Zhang Yong said calmly, 'I'll lure him over.'

'Why are you going to all this trouble? His name is Guo Dashan. He's a contractor building the road by Sun Yat-sen's Mausoleum,' Yang Lichu said, 'His family moved to Jinling years ago. How can he be Japanese?'

'When he comes over here in a moment, I'll just ask him and find out,' Zhang Yong replied casually.

How would I know why he's Japanese?

He's Japanese anyway.

Sure enough, after a few girls went over to engage him in conversation, Guo Dashan came over.

This guy was rotund and a little drunk, just like the old Guo in the afterlife.

When he saw Yang Lichu, he immediately brightened up, then looked at Zhang Yong and said enviously, 'Young man, who is this to you?'

'Boss Guo, I'm Liu Heizi. I'm in the underworld. I just came from the south,' Zhang Yong replied casually.

'You, you... Liu Heizi?' Guo Dashan's expression suddenly froze.

'What? Boss Guo has heard of my name? That's a coincidence,' Zhang Yong smiled.

Coincidence.

Really. He had simply said that off the cuff.

He had never thought of blackmailing Guo Dashan using the identity of Liu Heizi. But now he had changed his mind.

This Guo Dashan seems to have a real aversion to Liu Heizi?

His mouth is twitching.

His thighs are trembling.

By the way, when I was in Shanghai, why didn't anyone mention Liu Heizi?

Is it because this guy is so awesome that no one dares to mention him or something?

'So, what does Master Liu want with me?'

Guo Dashan's expression is obviously unnatural. Cold sweat is quietly emerging on his forehead.

He knew Liu Heizi's reputation. But he had never met the man in person. Now the other person was calling himself Liu Heizi, and he didn't know if it was true or not.

The problem was, he didn't dare think that the other person was fake. What if it was true?

This guy is no saint...

'Boss Guo. We are destined to meet.' Zhang Yong said with a smile.

'Yes, we are destined to meet...' Guo Dashan's face stiffened. His smile didn't reach his eyes. His mouth twitched.

'18,000 yuan.'

'What?'

'I said, I have a connection with you, 18,000 yuan.'

'Huh?'

Guo Dashan was stunned for a moment.

Then he reacted. The other party was blackmailing him!

Asking for 18,000 yuan just like that!

Bastard!

How dare he blackmail him!

Damn it!

Did he think this was Shanghai?

This was Nanjing!

Not Shanghai!

He subconsciously looked up. He wanted to refuse.

But then he heard Zhang Yong sneer.

'Mr Guo, you don't want anyone to know that you're Japanese, do you?'

'What?'

Guo Dashan froze.

He looked like a statue.

Japanese!

The other person knew that he was Japanese!

Damn it!

How did he know?

Had he been exposed?

Damn it!

He stood up abruptly.

But then he saw the black muzzle of a gun.

He sat down obediently again.

'Well, fate, fate, we do have a connection...'