'Miss Yan, please sit down.'
'Sorry. I can't.'
'Miss Yan, I know you hate me.'
'You're right to know yourself.'
'But you need me.'
'You're mistaken.'
'Without me, could you have taken the night pearl out today?'
'...'
Yan Ruzi remained silent.
She didn't like Zhang Yong. However, she had to admit that this was the truth.
If it wasn't for Zhang Yong, she would have been searched for stolen goods on the spot. Trying to take the night pearl out. Absolutely impossible.
It was even possible that she would be caught red-handed. Or shot dead.
She couldn't deny any of this.
'Why did you come looking for me?'
'Because I saw you draw your gun at the time.'
'Oh?'
'But I didn't find where your gun was hidden.'
'Really?'
'So I decided to take a chance.'
'I thought you were setting me up.'
'In this world, there seem to be very few people who can set you up, Captain Zhang.'
'Okay, I'll give you credit for having a conscience. Let's go!'
Zhang Yong said with a smile.
As the saying goes, flattery will get you everywhere.
Complimented so bluntly by a beautiful woman, Zhang Yong suddenly felt giddy. He was in a very comfortable mood.
Life is about wine, women, and money. How many of these has he achieved?
'We'll meet again.'
'Beauty, if there's a chance for us to work together in the future, you can still find me!'
'No...'
Yan Ruzi said in a small voice, refusing.
She wanted to say no. But she didn't dare let Zhang Yong know.
Perhaps, there really would be a chance to work together in the future.
After all, this Zhang Yong really did have some special abilities. They could come in handy at critical moments.
'Wait!'
Zhang Yong suddenly called out.
Yan Ruzi turned around. A slight sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.
As if to say, what are you up to now? Don't take me for a fool.
'Miss Yan, I really have a question to ask.'
'Go ahead. I'll answer whatever I can.'
The implication was, don't ask me any random questions. I refuse to answer.
Zhang Yong pulled a chair over. He invited her to sit down.
Yan Ruzi shook her head.
Zhang Yong then asked sincerely, 'Do you know Liu Heizi?'
'Which Liu Heizi?' Yan Ruzi frowned.
'Liu Heizi from Shanghai. He seems to be quite famous.'
'He's dead.'
'Huh?'
'He was killed by Zhang Xiaolin.'
'Really?'
'Of course. Is this a lie?'
'Oh no...'
Zhang Yong muttered to himself.
Liu Heizi is dead? Then I'm in deep trouble.
I never thought that I would just make something up and come up with a real person.
But now, that person is dead.
This is ridiculous.
How can I continue pretending?
Luckily, I was just pretending.
Since this identity won't work, I'll just switch to another one.
'Why are you asking about Liu Heizi?'
'Because I pretended to be him. I just made it up. I never thought that a Japanese would believe it. They thought I really was Liu Heizi.'
'Liu Hezai was killed by Zhang Xiaolin. However, no one knows where the body is.'
'What do you mean?'
'If you want to impersonate someone, there is no problem at all. Unless Zhang Xiaolin confronts you in person. But I don't think Zhang Xiaolin dares to do that. Because he dares not make this public.'
'Why?'
'He secretly killed Liu Hezai, and he can't let the light shine on it.'
'This...'
Zhang Yong suddenly felt that the plot was taking a turn for the better.
It was as if the heavens had forcibly brought the twisted plot back to life.
You see, Liu Heizi is dead. However, apart from Zhang Xiaolin, no one can confirm where his body is. In other words, there is no body.
If you want to see someone alive, you need to see their body. Since no body has been seen, it cannot be confirmed that he is dead.
Therefore, now that he is impersonating Liu Heizi, there is no real Liu Heizi to expose him. No one else can prove that he is fake either.
Unless Zhang Xiaolin himself came forward. But Zhang Xiaolin was unlikely to do that.
As a result, his fake identity had become established.
'How absurd...'
Zhang Yong muttered to himself.
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No wonder the Japanese thought he was the real deal.
How could the Japanese possibly know about the twists and turns involved?
'You'd better watch yourself.'
'Wait!'
'What else do you want?'
'Do you have any problems with Liu Heizi and your Little Knife Gang?'
'No.'
'That's good. That's good, that's good.'
Zhang Yong let out a sigh of relief.
If Liu Heizi and the Little Knife Gang had problems, it would be difficult to deal with them in the future.
As long as there were no problems, there would be opportunities for in-depth exchanges.
'But Liu Heizi and Zhang Xiaolin are sworn enemies. Since you are impersonating his identity, Zhang Xiaolin will definitely send someone to kill you.'
'That doesn't matter.'
Zhang Yong didn't worry about it.
That was something to consider in the next wave.
He saw Yan Ruzi off. Then he bid farewell to Gu Mozhai and returned to the Air Supply Department.
It was almost 2am by now. The entire Air Supply Department was very quiet, with only the guards patrolling.
At this time, waking someone up from sleep was absolutely cruel.
But Zhang Yong had decided to do just that.
This would make a lasting impression. It would show how hard he had worked.
Look, I got the other memo back at 2am. How hard it was!
Haha.
What day is it today?
Is it the fifth day already?
Almost.
The credit is there. The hard work is there.
Go to the empty department and have the guard on duty wake Zhang Ping and Yang Lichu.
You two, don't sleep. Get up.
At the same time, call the military police headquarters again. Ask for Gu Bafeng. The operator hesitates slightly.
'Wake him up!'
'It's urgent!'
Zhang Yong yelled into the phone.
I'm not asleep yet. None of you should sleep. Get up quickly. There's good news.
In a moment, even Minister Min will have to be woken up.
'What?'
'You got the memo?'
'This Zhang Yong!'
'Really...'
Gu Bafeng got up in a hurry.
This matter was very important, and even if he was suffering from a sudden attack of wind, he still had to get up quickly.
'What?'
'You found the memo?'
Zhang Ping didn't dare to be negligent either. He got up groggily.
Over there, Yang Lichu was also woken up. Helplessly, she got up.
Most of the time, they lived inside the empty treasury department. There was no need to rush back from the outside.
Ten minutes later, Zhang Ping arrived first.
'Zhang...'
'Look!'
Zhang Yong held the memo in front of him.
Zhang Ping took it in a hurry. He flipped through it quickly. Eventually, he confirmed that it was real.
There was a little bloodstain on it. It had already dried up.
Soon after, Yang Lichu also arrived. She had simply tied her hair and was barefaced. She didn't bother to dress up anyway, as she had a bad feeling about Zhang Yong.
After reading the memo, Yang Lichu's heart finally let go.
Yes. This was the real memo.
This Zhang Yong really found it. Amazing.
No matter how much she despises the guy's character, she has to admit that he is top-notch at his job.
'I'll go report to Director Min!'
Zhang Ping hurried off.
This is such good news. Of course he has to report it to Director Min immediately.
Why not report it to Director Zhou Zhirou? Because Zhou Zhirou is still overseas on a fact-finding mission and is not in charge.
Director Min is in charge now.
'Will someone report to Madam now?' Zhang Yong suddenly turned to Yang Lichu and asked.
'Are you that anxious?' Yang Lichu gave him a dirty look.
As soon as Zhang Yong had spoken, she understood what he meant. He was thinking about the ten thousand US dollars.
He was really anxious. At three or four in the morning, who would dare to take revenge on Madam?
What if Madam and the Prime Minister were asleep...
She suddenly blushed, not knowing what had come to her mind.
She hurriedly turned her face away.
Fortunately, Zhang Yong did not see it.
Zhang Yong was deep in thought.
He had already obtained the memorandum and submitted it.
How should the remaining two metal master copies of the legal tender be handed over to achieve the best effect?
Previously, he had planned to trick someone.
The person he planned to trick was Chun Yu Chi.
He would take advantage of the opportunity. Even if there was no opportunity, he would still take advantage.
The problem was...
When would the opportunity arise?