Chapter 183: Kawashima Yoshiko's Ball

The authentic Rikoku Hotel was in Beiping.

Zhang Yong didn't care whether this Jinling Hotel was authentic or not.

As long as there was food and a place to stay, what did he care?

Of course, he had to pay the bill himself. It came out of his own pocket.

Don't even think about claiming it back.

But there is a way to make up for it. Next time, just take more.

It's also a perfectly legitimate reason to fleece the sheep. No one has any reason to blame you. Who doesn't do this?

Sleep well.

Eat well.

Pay the bill. It cost more than 80 silver dollars in total.

A bit pricey. At least I have to earn back 800 silver dollars. Spend one dollar, earn ten. This way, it can last a long time, be sustainable...

Get ready to go.

'Mr. Liu, you can enter the lucky draw.'

'What lucky draw?'

'A prize from the Japanese Consulate. The first prize is a gramophone.'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong was distracted.

A Japanese gramophone? Haha. The devils know how to win people over.

It's not for nothing that the Japanese Consulate in Nanjing was quite large. It was definitely the largest of all the consulates of the great powers.

There were also quite a lot of staff, at least a hundred people.

Apart from the Japanese Consulate General in Shanghai, this was the largest.

Because there were so many Japanese people hanging around, Zhang Yong didn't even bother hanging around the area. There were too many red dots, and it was hard to tell which one was which.

'Mr. Liu, you have such a good face, you must be lucky...'

'Let's give it a try then!'

Zhang Yong casually reached out his hand. He was going to draw a lottery ticket.

In his previous life, he had never won anything. Not even another bottle like this one.

He was definitely the worst of the worst. The fighter among the non-chiefs.

If it wasn't for the receptionist at the hotel, who was not only beautiful but also enthusiastic, he would have never bothered to participate.

He grabbed a slip of paper. He took it out. He handed it to the receptionist.

The receptionist opened it with a smile. Her eyes lit up. She said happily, 'Congratulations, Mr. Liu, you're in luck. You've won the first prize!'

'Oh?' Zhang Yong was slightly taken aback.

The first prize?

No way!

Bullshit...

How is that possible?

These little girls just love to trick people.

'Really. Mr. Liu. You can see for yourself,' the receptionist beamed.

Zhang Yong took the slip of paper and glanced at it.

Hey. It really is.

It is indeed the first prize. The prize is a gramophone.

Speechless.

It's as if the heavens are chasing him to feed him?

No. This is not chasing to feed. This is chasing to force-feed. You can't refuse.

'Congratulations!'

'Haha...'

'Mr. Liu, this is an invitation to the ball from the Japanese Consulate. There are one host and two guests, for a total of three. You can bring two female guests. You can collect the gramophone at the ball.'

'What ball?'

'It's said to be organised by Kawashima Yoshiko! The invitees are all high-class celebrities.'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong's mind twitched.

Kawashima Yoshiko? She's actually in Jinling?

Doubt.

I wonder if she'll be marked by the red dot?

Is she considered Japanese?

Looking at the time on the invitation, it seems to be tomorrow night?

Oh, really...

God, I'm starving!

Did I go to the Japanese consulate and pick up a gramophone?

Nonsense!

I'll be laughed at by the Japanese!

What kind of ball is this!

It must be advertising for the puppet state of Manchukuo, right?

Oh...

Put it away. We'll talk about it later.

'Let's go!'

The group headed straight for the vicinity of Jinchuanmen.

They quickly found a trading company called Yimei Trading Company.

It did sell imported goods. The shopkeeper was also a foreigner. His name was Charlie. He was from France.

The devils sure know how to cover their tracks.

They even used a Frenchman as a front. That's clever, it will avoid any investigation.

At this time, France was still very arrogant. It was the boss in the League of Nations.

Well, at this time, there was a League of Nations in the world. It was roughly equivalent to the United Nations later. The boss was France. The second in command was Britain.

Where did the United States of America rank? Third at best. It wasn't even qualified for third place. Because there was also the Soviet Union.

At that time, the United States pursued isolationism. That is, it minded its own business and stayed out of other people's affairs. Therefore, despite its strong economic power, its international status was not high.

The Japanese looked down on the United States of America and thought it was nothing special, also because of the illusion created in the international community.

As a result, when World War II broke out, the productivity of the United States of America exploded, and it was terrifying.

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The productivity of all other countries in the world combined was no match for that of the United States. This was the advantage of obscene development.

It was almost as if one country was taking on the whole world. And they won.

'Captain, there's nothing in the store,' Zhong Yang reported after sending someone in to take a look around.

'I see,' Zhang Yong nodded.

This was a certainty. The secret deal would be absolutely invisible on the surface.

But that was fine. There would definitely be clues. All they had to do now was wait patiently.

Wait for the prey to appear.

Night gradually fell, and another day came to an end.

Finally, just after six o'clock, the map indicated that a small red dot had entered.

He had arrived by car.

A small black car with private plates.

The car arrived at the entrance to Yimei Trading Company and stopped. Someone got out of the car. Several boxes were carried from the car and taken into Yimei Trading Company. Then the car drove off alone.

'Arrest?'

'No. Knock him out.'

'Huh?'

Zhongyang was a little confused.

Knock him out?

'Create the illusion of a robbery.'

'Oh...'

Zhongyang finally understood.

Arrangements were made immediately.

Soon, the car was stopped. A boulder had been placed in the road in front of it. It happened to block the middle of the road.

The driver got out of the car suspiciously to check it out. He wanted to move the boulder.

Wu Liuji quietly approached from behind, smashed down a wooden stick, and knocked the target unconscious on the spot.

Zhang Yong quickly came up.

He searched the body.

He found more than 30 banknotes. All of them were 100-yuan notes.

'One for each person!'

'One for everyone!'

Zhang Yong was not polite.

This small team had been following him all along. They would not miss out on any benefits.

After arriving in Jinling, they had not yet given everyone any money. At this time, they must be generously rewarded. This would boost everyone's morale.

One hundred dollars each was the only way to repay everyone for their hard work.

'Yours!'

'Yours!'

Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi are the key players, so they get another one.

They each get 200 silver dollars. Totally worth it. Only Zhang Yong can afford such high salaries.

He takes care of all the other silver notes.

The hotel bill from last night has to come out of this.

After counting and dividing, he still ends up with about 1,600 silver dollars. Not bad.

Of course, there is no objection from the others. Everyone is overjoyed.

One hundred silver dollars! That's almost three years' salary! Their regular salary was only three silver dollars a month.

That's why Zhang Yong was so generous. His loyalty points are bursting.

Continue the search.

There are five loose silver dollars. Collect them.

There's also a key. It's made of copper. It's a very unique style. Extremely rare. Collect it too.

There's also a small piece of paper. There's a phone number on it. Collect that too.

'He has dirt on his hands,' Zhong Yang reminded.

'Probably carrying treasures dug out of the tomb,' Wu Liuqi added.

Zhang Yong nodded.

That was probably the case.

The things were probably still inside the Yimei Trading Company. However, they could not take them back.

The French people inside. It would be easy for the French to protest.

It could only be done secretly.

The same old method. Knock the person out. Then take the things away.

Let the other party not know who did it at all. There would be no way to protest. In the end, they could only silently suffer the loss.

'Go!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Everyone immediately retreated. They continued to monitor the situation in the vicinity.

After half an hour, the Japanese spy driver woke up groggily. It took him a long time to figure out what had happened.

Oh no! He'd been robbed!

All the silver notes he'd just sold had been stolen!

Damn it!

Someone actually robbed him in broad daylight!

However, he did not dare to call the police. Because secret transactions simply could not be exposed. He could only drive away angrily.

Zhang Yong and the others followed from a distance.