Chapter 194: If you don't make a profit, you lose

Late night. Pier. Riverside.

Zhang Yong parks the car. Gets out. Breathes in the river breeze. Calms himself.

After the brief burst of excitement, he is now a little scared.

He wonders what would have happened if he had been killed just now.

Would he have returned to the world as it was? To the 21st century?

Or would he fall into darkness forever? Would he never regain consciousness?

How long is forever, anyway?

Fortunately, the Japanese invaders didn't have guns. Otherwise, he would definitely be dead.

It was pure coincidence that he was able to kill a group of Japanese invaders and escape tonight amidst the chaos.

It was Matashiro Matashiro who led him to the power distribution room.

It was the weapons in his personal space.

It was the system map that was so helpful.

Ah, this map is truly amazing. Every Japanese invader is clearly marked.

Then I burst out laughing.

This map is a battle map!

Other people use it to guide battles. What's the point of killing a few Japanese invaders?

Even if the Japanese invaders have thousands of troops, it can all be displayed.

It's just that the current scope is a bit small...

I have to think about it carefully.

Maybe from now on, the battles will gradually increase.

The Japanese invaders definitely know that they were killed by Iwatsuki Mataji. They will definitely retaliate furiously.

Even if it doesn't work now, they will try their best in two years.

Two years from now is the real test.

Facing the dense, overwhelming Japanese invaders, I really need to be good at something if I want to survive.

I need to practice marksmanship...

I need to practice hand-to-hand combat...

I need to practice camouflage...

It's so miserable. It feels like I need to practice everything.

I suddenly want to go and talk to Gu Mozai.

Excuse me.

A lot has happened tonight, and I need to talk to someone.

'Boss!'

'Two grilled fish. To go.'

'Sure!'

Zhang Yong brought two grilled fish. One for each person.

On the way, he bought a bottle of homemade shochu.

He arrived at Gu Mozhai in style. He found that it was already closed. The antique street was also deserted.

Look at the time. It was 12 o'clock at night.

Gu Mozhai probably hadn't slept much. Oh, how can you sleep so early when you're working for the revolution?

Get up!

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

He hammered on the door with all his strength.

At the same time, he shouted:

'Gu Mozhai, it's me!'

'It's me, Zhang Yong! Open the door! Open the door! Open the door!'

Finally, the shop door opened.

Gu Mozhai was also impressed. This guy, again.

Never mind. He had already severed his ties with everyone else. Even if something happened, it would not affect the organisation.

Let's see what this guy is up to.

'What do you want again?'

'I've brought you grilled fish and shochu. Let's go inside and talk.'

'I don't eat at night.'

'Then sit down and listen to me. I'll talk while I eat.'

'You...'

Gu Mozhai was at a loss for words.

This guy was really something. Did he know him well?

Anyway, he still hadn't figured out why Zhang Yong was pestering him.

Want to join the organisation?

That's definitely out of the question.

He doesn't meet the requirements. The organisation won't recruit someone like him.

Not even a special party member.

'Is there someone else inside?'

'No.'

'Then what was the point of keeping me out of the door?'

'Come in!'

Gu Mozhai had no choice but to move aside.

He led him to the backyard.

It wasn't a big backyard. But it was still a hundred square metres. Land prices at this time were incomparable to those of later generations.

Gu Mozhai brought a small table. Then he brought a few slender plates. Zhang Yong poured out the grilled fish. It fit perfectly on the plate. It looked good. It smelled good.

Sit down.

Take the chopsticks.

Pour the wine.

Tastes a piece. It's delicious.

I didn't get to eat much at the dance tonight. I'm starving.

Then it suddenly occurs to him...

He's made a mistake. He forgot to bring the gramophone.

That was his prize! A fair and square prize!

'Are you sure you won't come?'

'I don't eat past the appointed hour.'

'That's not one of the three disciplines and eight attentions, is it?'

'It's personal reasons. My stomach isn't very well.'

'Oh. That's a shame.'

Zhang Yong buried his head and started eating.

He couldn't hold his drink. He only took a sip.

He was a bit excited tonight, and he needed to calm down with a drink.

But he couldn't get drunk.

Gu Mozhai said slowly, 'What is it that you want from me?'

'I have a lot of questions for you.'

'Why did you choose me?'

'Because you're a member of the Red Party.'

'And?'

'In the future, China will be your world. If I don't come to you, who else would I come to?'

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'What did you say?'

'I said that in ten years' time, you will have won. You will have defeated the Japanese, defeated the reactionaries, and established a new China...'

'Are you drunk?'

'I am not drunk. But you can also pretend that I am drunk. Pretend that I am talking nonsense.'

'You are indeed talking nonsense.'

Gu Mozhai shook his head.

At the moment, the revolutionary cause was at its lowest ebb.

Although everyone's will was very firm. No one had lost their fighting spirit. Everyone felt that we could ultimately achieve victory.

But no one dares to predict when the revolution will finally succeed.

Maybe fifty years. Maybe a hundred years. Maybe even longer.

The road is long and winding, and I will seek the truth from top to bottom.

As long as the revolutionary fire remains unquenchable, the fight will continue.

'You will win.'

'Change the subject.'

'Okay. I just came from the Japanese consulate.'

'Where did you go and what did you do?'

'I killed a Japanese major general. And a dozen other Japanese.'

'What?'

Gu Mozai was ashamed.

This guy. He really has some nerve!

How dare he go into the Japanese consulate and start killing people? He's crazy.

But wait. The Japanese aren't dead! They just let you kill them? They didn't fight back?

And the combat effectiveness of this guy in front of you doesn't seem to be very high either.

'A lot happened inside. A series of coincidences. Then I took advantage of the situation and got a lot of things.'

'What?'

'Look!'

Zhang Yong took out the jade necklace and bracelet.

Gu Mozhai looked at them carefully. His face was grave.

He himself dealt in antiques, so naturally he could tell what age these were.

'What, you can tell?'

'They're priceless treasures! How did you get them?'

'They belong to Meng Dehui. They're not mine. But I can swallow them. Do you have any channels for reselling them? I'll sell them.'

'Meng Dehui?'

'Look at this!'

Zhang Yong did not elaborate.

He took out another small cloth bag.

It seemed to contain precious stones?

But after emptying it, he realised that it was not.

Two very large pearls? Not quite.

Confusion.

'What is this?'

'I've never seen it before either. It looks like a night pearl?'

'Impossible, isn't it?'

'Blow out the light and have a look.'

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong immediately blew out the oil lamp.

Sure enough, after the surrounding light dimmed, both large pearls emitted a faint blue glow.

It was a bit weak. But it was indeed light. Slightly white. With a greenish tinge.

Confusion.

Is this a night pearl?

It doesn't seem to be anything remarkable.

It's not as precious as the legends say.

If he had to bid on it, it would be worth at most a dollar. What can it be used for?

'Where did you get it?'

'A woman from the Xiaodao Society probably gave it to me.'

'You're involved with the Dagger Society?'

'She came to me of her own accord.'

'Be careful!'

'What? Are they difficult?'

'The Dagger Society is a bit extreme. They hate all foreigners. They attack all foreigners.'

'What do you think we should do with these?'

'It's up to you!'

'To be honest, I don't want to give them back. If I keep them for myself, I don't think that's right either.'

'You still think that's not right?'

'I...'

Zhang Yong angrily shut up.

Okay, you're right. I am shameless.

After handling so many treasures, if I don't take a little interest, I feel like I'm losing out...

If I don't make a profit, I'm losing out.

Suddenly, Zhang Yong turned his head and looked outside.

No time to hide it. The woman in the evening dress had already arrived.

At this time, the oil lamp had not yet been lit. There was only the light of the night pearl. It was eerie.

For a moment, Zhang Yong thought that the woman was really quite beautiful. Beautiful with a hint of dominance.

She's amazing!

She's actually managed to track me down here so quickly.

I'm impressed.

But he's not a pushover either.

When it comes to taking advantage of people, everyone should learn from him. He's a master of being brazen.

'Please sit down, distinguished guest.'

'Captain Zhang, I've already given you the memo, what more do you want?'

'Can I ask your name?'

'Yan Ruzi.'

'How do you write it?'

'Yan as in colour, Ruzi as in if, Zi as in gesture.'

'Thank you. Here's your Pearl of Night.'

'Let's pretend we've never met. Otherwise, Captain Zhang's fees are really more than we Little Knife Society can afford.'

'You're too kind. Please!'

Zhang Yong's face is thicker than a city wall. No reaction.

What? There are so many people who despise me, who do you think you are? If it weren't for Gu Mozhai being here, otherwise, hehe...

If you can successfully get the night pearl, your son and I will take your surname Yan!