Chapter 198: For the sake of the green coin

'Liu Sang...'

Hokkō Tarō couldn't wait to come over.

He felt like giving Zhang Yong a big hug. Fortunately, Zhang Yong stopped him.

His current role is Liu Heizi. He is in the underworld. He is not a man of few words. If the other person tries to get close to him, he will be severely reprimanded.

Sure enough, Kitakata Taro saw the black muzzle. This calmed him down.

'I'm sorry, Liu Sang, I'm so happy. Really. I'm so happy to see you. I'm so happy...'

'Kitakata-kun, it seems that you and I no longer have a need to meet.'

'Yes. Yes. Look! Look!'

Beigang Taro took credit for it and produced a stack of banknotes.

Zhang Yong: ...

His mind went blank for a moment.

What was going on? The other party was offering to pay?

Without even having to be hit over the head?

And he just handed it over when he saw him?

Sweat...

Could it be that he had really been hit over the head?

It seemed that the second time he was hit with the brick, it was indeed a more severe blow. And it was still a hard green brick...

But even if he had been hit over the head, he couldn't have just handed over his own money!

'What are you...'

'Liu Sang, please do me a favour.'

'What favour?'

'Liu Sang, please take my deposit first. Then we can talk.'

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong reached out and took the banknotes.

There were three banknotes. Each was worth 1,000 silver dollars. The total was 3,000 silver dollars.

He was secretly suspicious. What did this Japanese spy want?

To pay him to do something?

Seeing Zhang Yong take the money, Kitakata Taro let out a sigh of relief.

Right now, he had grasped the straw that would save his life. Whether he could live or not would depend on whether Liu Heizi could deliver.

'Liu Sang, let's go to your room and talk.'

'I'm staying in room 306. Let's go up there!'

'Okay!'

Kitakata Taro readily agreed.

The two of them took the elevator up to the floor.

Chu Chu watched from behind, a puzzled look on her face.

What was this?

Does someone really think he's Liu Heizi?

How blind can someone be...

'Please!'

The two men go up to the third floor. They enter room 306.

Zhang Yong waves his hand. He asks Kitakata to sit down. Then he sits down by the window himself.

'Kitakata-kun, if you have something to say, just say it!'

'Liu-san, I want to ask you a favour. I want you to forge a letter for me.'

'What's it about?'

'We only remember the general content...'

'Sorry, I'm not good at forgery.'

'Liu Sang, please help. This letter is very important to us.'

'Why do you need to forge it?'

'Because the original letter was snatched away.'

'Snatched?'

'Yes. It was originally carried by my friend, but it was snatched away on the Qinhuai River that day.'

'Qinhuai River?'

'Yes.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong thought of Tian Qingyuan.

It seemed that he had also taken a letter by accident at that time.

Could it be that this letter is very important?

That would be a coincidence.

I still have this letter. But I have never read the content.

I never thought that someone would come looking for it.

I feel that I am an agent who is doing too easy a job. The Japanese spy even took the initiative to send money to my door. I can't refuse.

This is ridiculous...

'Instead of forging it, I can get it back for you.'

'Really?'

Hokama Taro suddenly became excited.

Get it back?

Without forging it?

That's even better.

Forged letters always feel wrong. The seals and such on them are hard to fake.

If it's discovered, it could trigger a chain of consequences.

But if the original letter is recovered as is, then it's foolproof.

The question is, does Liu Heizi have the ability to do this?

'I'll try,' Zhang Yong said without a hint of emotion. "But...'

'You talk, you talk. You talk," Kitakata Taro said hurriedly.

'I'll need to charge more.'

'How much more?'

'Two thousand.'

'No problem. No problem. No problem,'

Kitakata Taro agreed readily.

Zhang Yong: ...

Rash. The price is too low.

This Kitakata Taro really is rich, and he still has money after robbing twice in a row.

Curious. Where does this guy get his money? Did Tian Qingyuan give it to him? But when we robbed Tian Qingyuan, there wasn't this much!

It really is true that children don't mind selling their father's land. Tian Qingyuan himself wouldn't be willing to spend money so extravagantly even if he earned it. But when it comes to Kitaoka Taro, this guy doesn't care at all. After all, it's Tian Qingyuan who makes the money.

In fact, Kitaoka Taro really thinks this way.

He feels that Tian Qingyuan must still have money there. What's 2,000 taels of silver?

You have to understand that Tian Qingyuan's cover identity is the chairman of the Commercial Bank!

Who would believe that he doesn't even have 2,000 taels of silver?

Who would believe that?

'Give me five days. I'll try my best to get the letter back.'

'Good, good, good.'

'It was robbed by the Qinhuai River, right?'

'Yes, yes, yes.'

'I understand. If I find it, I'll get back to you. If I don't find it, I'll get someone to forge it.'

'Good, good, good!'

Hokuto Kitagō was very satisfied with Liu Heizi.

This is the attitude of doing things for money. Take someone's money and get rid of their troubles for them.

I hate it when those in the government take the money and do nothing. And then deliberately find excuses to swallow your money.

'Leave your contact information.'

'I'll come here from time to time to find you.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

This guy is really a money tree!

I thought it had been uprooted. Unexpectedly, it has grown back. And it has even produced fruit.

Really...

'Beigang, let me treat you to dinner!'

'Thank you!'

Beigang Taro couldn't have asked for more.

He really wanted to get closer to the other party. To facilitate future actions.

The two immediately went down to the first floor restaurant.

Zhang Yong noticed that the red dot living in room 402 was also moving towards the restaurant. Soon, the target appeared in the doorway of the restaurant.

Zhang Yong glanced at the target. He nodded politely.

No need to disguise.

We saw you.

Beigang Taro also glanced at the other party. But there was no response.

The target entered the restaurant. He sat about ten metres away from them. Sitting alone. Zhang Yong didn't care.

As long as the other party was inside the hotel, they couldn't escape.

The pleasant meal was over.

Hokuto Taro said goodbye and left. Zhang Yong saw him off to the door.

Just then, the Japanese spy from room 402 also finished eating and came out. He walked past Zhang Yong intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhang Yong still gave him a slight smile. To show friendship.

There were too many people here, it would be bad to ambush him.

Let's find somewhere else.

'Mr Liu,' the Japanese spy suddenly said.

'You are?' Zhang Yong looked at the other person suspiciously. He was filled with doubts.

This guy, taking the initiative to talk to me?

Does he recognise me?

'My name is Yuan Junxiong, I'm from Yueyang,' the Japanese spy introduced himself.

'Do I know you?' Zhang Yong frowned.

'Mr Liu, don't get me wrong. I just overheard you talking, that's why I came over to talk to you.'

'What do you want?'

'Mr. Liu, I want to ask you a favour.'

'Sorry, I'm busy.'

'Please, for the sake of the ten US dollars...'

'Ten US dollars?'

Zhang Yong was momentarily taken aback. Then it came to him.

Earlier, Chu Chu had given him an envelope containing ten US dollars. However, Chu Chu had not said that this Japanese spy had given it to him.

He had never imagined that it was this guy in front of him.

But something didn't feel right. He clearly didn't know him!

What was going on?

'Mr. Liu, don't get me wrong. This ten-dollar bill was left for you by a friend of mine.'

'Your friend?'

'Yes. He doesn't live here.'

'Your friend is your friend. You are you. I...'

Zhang Yong's voice trailed off.

But it was this Japanese spy who had handed over the ten dollars.

This...

Okay!

For the sake of the green coin...

'Tell me, what help do you need?'

'Do you know Liu Heizi?'

'Ah? Liu Heizi?'

Zhang Yong's face was strange.

It seemed that he was Liu Heizi himself...

The other person didn't know?

Wait. The one who left ten dollars didn't know either?

This was extremely strange.

He was standing right in front of the Japanese spy, and the Japanese spy didn't know him.

Moreover, he knew his surname was Liu.

No...

What kind of intelligence did you Japanese devils receive?

How could it be such a mess?

Don't you have a picture of Liu Heizi?

"This is the person.'

'Huh?'

The Japanese spy took out a photo.

Zhang Yong took it. His face grew more and more strange.

All he could see in the photo was a very handsome young man.

This was a dead ringer for Eddie Peng!

Okay, so that's it.

The Japanese spy really did get a photo of the real Liu Hezai.

So when the Japanese spy stood in front of him, he simply didn't think he was Liu Hezai. Even if it was a fake.

Strange...

How did the people before that mistake him?

And how did Kitakata Taro identify himself as Liu Heizi? Didn't he have a photo?

What a mess.

But in those days, communication was difficult. The transfer process was also very prone to error.

If it were in the future, a photo posted casually in a circle of friends would be known to everyone. But in this era, photos themselves were rare. It was even more difficult to get one for everyone.

The Japanese secret service managed to obtain a photo of the real Liu Heizi. But the other secret services didn't know about it.

At least, Kitakata Taro didn't know. He didn't have a photo.

And the Japanese spy in front of him could not possibly give a photo to Kitakata Taro. The two were not from the same secret service.

So...

Through a series of unfortunate events, this story came about.

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