Chapter 201: I'm the King of Volume

Zhang Yong returned to the headquarters of the Goose and Chicken Lane.

He was called back by the department head. The department head had hurried back from Sichuan.

'Achoo!'

'Achoo!'

Zhang Yong sneezed all the way back.

This is not going to work. He couldn't even hold a conversation without sneezing seven or eight times.

Just then, he saw an acquaintance. Dai Yize.

'Team Leader Dai, where is the medical room?'

'What's wrong with you?'

'Achoo!'

'Over there!'

Dai Yize enthusiastically led him to the medical room.

Inside was a male doctor. He took Zhang Yong's pulse. Then he prescribed some pills.

Like village doctors in later generations, the pills were packaged separately on small pieces of paper. There were six packages. One package was to be taken at a time. Three times a day.

Zhang Yong turned his head and unwrapped one package of pills, swallowing them without water.

He felt a little better finally.

He went outside the office. He saw Mao Renfeng.

He whispered to inquire.

'Secretary Mao...'

'Good news.'

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong was relieved.

Only then did he tidy himself up. He knocked on the door.

'Come in!'

'Director.'

'Shao Long. Sit down.'

'I'll stand.'

Zhang Yong didn't dare sit down. This director was formidable.

Don't let his outward appearance fool you. He's warm and caring. But if you offend him, the consequences will be serious.

The director also attached great importance to some rules.

The Fuxing Society was also a violent organisation. If there were no strict rules, how could it control its subordinates?

'What happened inside the consulate?'

'I was dragged into it without knowing what was going on. I asked around later. It was the Xiaodao Society and the Mengde Society who started it.'

'The Xiaodao Society? They came to Jinling?'

'Yes,'

Zhang Yong answered affirmatively.

One of his main characteristics was honesty.

Anyway, the situation was very chaotic at the time. He couldn't remember clearly.

The Director would never have guessed that he had some special skills. He probably wouldn't have looked into it in depth.

Everyone in the Restoration Society knew that Zhang Yong's actual combat ability was mediocre.

'You killed Iwasa Kazuo?'

'It was a coincidence. It was completely accidental. He walked right into my hands.'

'No wonder...'

The Chief nodded thoughtfully.

He didn't believe that Zhang Yong was capable of killing a Japanese colonel either. But coincidences happen.

In the chaos, the Japanese colonel just happened to run right into Zhang Yong's face. And then he was killed.

All that can be said is that Zhang Yong is incredibly lucky.

A veritable lucky charm for the Fuxing Society.

As long as this guy is in charge, there's nothing he can't do.

God is chasing after the people who need to be fed!

He is the envy of others.

'Did you turn in the memo?'

'Yes.'

'No wonder Madam called me this morning. She said we did a good job in the Restoration Society.'

'Director, I called you. But...'

'I know. Xiaolin is also well-intentioned. I don't blame you. I don't blame Xiaolin either. Later, Xiaolin also reported to me in detail. You did a good job.'

'It's all because the Director is a good leader.'

'You've also learned to flatter.'

'I'm serious.'

'Okay.'

The Director waved his hand.

Flattery will get you everywhere.

The Director was in a very good mood. He had been praised all morning.

Mrs. Cheung's praise was very important.

What Zhang Yong cared about was the reward of ten thousand US dollars. He didn't know if his wife was willing to give it to him.

If she wasn't, he didn't dare to ask. He also didn't dare to show it in front of the director. The director definitely wouldn't dare to ask either. Otherwise, a good thing would turn bad.

'What happened to the tomb drawings?'

'Still investigating. We've got a good grasp on the pulse of the Kuaiji organisation. But the other party is very cunning. The head of the organisation, Kintaro Nogaya, has never shown his face. I've set a trap for him. I've captured the key figure of the Kuaiji organisation, a man called Hirotaka Noguchi. He's an archaeology professor at Waseda University. I blackmailed him for 30,000 taels of silver under the name Liu Heizi. But the guy is very cunning, and hasn't delivered it yet.'

'Noguchi Hirotaka? Where is he?'

'He is currently being held at the Hotel Rikoku. My team is there as well.'

'Something is wrong. Escort him back immediately.'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong stood to attention and agreed.

What a pity. The 30,000 taels of silver is gone. It's been exposed. It must be handed in.

But there is nothing I can do. If you want to gain the trust of the head of the department, you must make 'tribute' from time to time. You must let the entire Fuxing Society get some benefits.

Otherwise, when you are in power, who will help you?

You are so incompetent, you must rely on the platform! Only when the platform is strong can you be stronger.

'Waseda University, the Japanese are really good...'

'No high-value cultural relics have been found yet. I guess the Japanese invaders are still hiding them somewhere else.'

'We must search carefully. We must carefully screen them. We must not miss a single one.'

'Understood. I will personally inspect them.'

Zhang Yong really understood.

The subtext of the Director's words is that all the treasures must be brought out.

It seems that there are paintings and calligraphy by Mi Fu and Wu Daozi. There are also other priceless antiques. Not a single one can be spared.

'Continue the investigation.'

'Understood.'

'I asked you here to give you another task.'

'Please speak, Director.'

'Yesterday, I met with the Commissioner. We chatted for a while, and the Commissioner mentioned that six years ago, the Commissioner's wife was assassinated and had a miscarriage...'

'Ah?'

Zhang Yong was stunned.

The Madame had a miscarriage? When did that happen?

Six years ago? So that was 1929?

Wait a minute.

It seems that this Madame never gave birth.

I thought there was something wrong before. I didn't realise that she had even had a miscarriage. And she had even been assassinated.

Sweat...

It really is extremely dangerous to hold a high position.

'Who was the murderer?'

'It was never investigated.'

'Let me investigate?'

'No. This matter is in the past. Madam doesn't want to talk about it. The Commissioner doesn't want to talk about it either. But the Commissioner doesn't want it to happen again.'

'I understand.'

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Zhang Yong nodded.

It seems that he has to continue to arrest Japanese spies to prevent Madam from being assassinated.

The only clue was the record of Madam's entry and exit times at the airbase from the Japanese spy who was previously captured. It seems that no further digging was done afterwards.

'Commissioner, I can't do it all by myself!'

'I know. Take your time.'

'Yes.'

'When it comes to catching Japanese spies, no one else is as good as you.'

'Director, I was just lucky.'

'It doesn't matter if you were lucky or not. As long as you catch the Japanese spies.'

'Yes.'

'I'll interrogate the Japanese spy myself to see what else he knows. The others will also follow up on his clues.'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong felt ashamed.

Is Boss Dai going to get personally involved? It seems that this matter is very important.

It is also true that the Chief has already placed a great deal of trust in the Director. But it is still necessary to get the wife to put in a good word. If the wife speaks, the Director will be secure.

'You may go!'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong takes his leave.

Zhang Yong leaves the Director's office. He is secretly happy.

He did not sneeze just now.

The medicine is really effective.

He sees Mao Renfeng waving at him. So he quickly walks over. 'Secretary Mao?'

'This is for you.' Secretary Mao took out an envelope.

'Thank you!' Zhang Yong's heart was filled with joy.

Is it the madam's ten thousand US dollars?

Great, that's wonderful.

He hurriedly took it.

He looked at it quietly. He discovered that it wasn't.

He couldn't help but be greatly disappointed. It's not US dollars? What is it?

'Open it and take a look.'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong opened the envelope.

He discovered that it was a land deed? Huh? A land deed?

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed a land deed.

No, to be precise, it should be a house deed.

In this era, house deeds and land deeds were combined. You bought the house and the land at the same time.

The information on it showed that there was a house. The owner was called Zhang Rensheng. I don't know him.

What's going on?

'This is for your mother and two sisters. Zhang Rensheng is a pseudonym. In case the enemy finds out.'

'Oh, thank you!'

Zhang Yong woke up.

Ah, it seems that he still has an old mother and two younger sisters.

Because he is a time traveller, he has almost forgotten about their existence. It has been a long time since he last saw them.

It has been almost a month since he arrived in Jinling. He has not seen them either.

He himself doesn't mind.

But in the eyes of outsiders, he is a model worker who neglects his own needs and forgets about his personal matters.

When Yu the Great was fighting the floods, he passed by his home three times without entering. What's the big deal? Look at Zhang Yong, whose family is in Jinling, but he hasn't even gone back to see them once.

He is single-minded, wholehearted, dedicated, focused, and selfless in his work.

Even Mao Renfeng, the King of Rolling, admires him.

So it turns out that the King of Rolling is actually me.

'If you have time, you should go back and see your family,' Mao Renfeng said.

'I'm worried that I might put them in danger,' Zhang Yong said helplessly.

That was a good excuse.

In fact, there was indeed danger.

The Japanese invaders' retaliation would definitely not exclude the family.

'Sigh...'

Mao Renfeng sighed.

There was no other way. The Japanese invaders were all animals.

'You decide what to do!'

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

In the end, he decided not to bother them.

If it was really discovered that he was related to them, their safety would be threatened instead.

Like now, they were safe because he had nothing to do with them.

Even the name of the owner of the house is fake. The Japanese invaders would never have guessed that they were actually related to him.

He suddenly remembered the move to Chuanzhong. It seems that they are not yet ready.

Alas, I have been so busy lately.

Fortunately, there are still two years left. It's not too late. It would be good if Chuanzhong stabilised a bit.

'Captain Zhang!'

Someone suddenly arrived.

Zhang Yong looked at the other person in confusion.

'Captain Zhang, your office is ready. Do you want to go and have a look now?'

'Me? An office?'

Zhang Yong was very surprised.

He was a small team leader, and was qualified to have an office?

It seems that he was not qualified!

Hey, this is the headquarters!

'I arranged it! Go take a look!' Mao Renfeng said.

'Thank you!' Zhang Yong hurriedly said thanks.

He said that he had no privileges. It turned out that Mao Renfeng had taken care of it.

He strongly supported him becoming the head of the Fifth Division. He returned the favour. He got himself an office.

Even if the others had opinions, they did not dare to say so openly.

After all, they haven't arrested as many spies as he has. And they haven't earned as much money for the Restoration Society.

If the Restoration Society counts as a performance, he is definitely number one.

Thank you again, and then happily come to see his own office. He finds that the office is quite large. It is also equipped with a telephone.

Awesome. Not only does he have a separate office, but also a separate telephone.

Mao Renfeng really gives privileges!

Take a look again. He finds that it is a newly added office area.

Now the headquarters in Jiyuan Lane has also expanded. The nearby houses have all been bought.

The department head, whose pockets are gradually getting fatter, has also gained the trust of the chairman and his wife, and is of course actively recruiting people to expand his own power.

Sit down.

It's comfortable.

Hey, it's still comfortable to sit in an office...

Wait.

Sitting in an office is pretty boring. There's no extra income.

There are dangers out there. But there is definitely profit.

'Ding-dong!'

Suddenly, the desk phone rings.

Confused. Who is it? I just sat down. How did the phone find me?

Pick up the receiver.

It's Zhongyang.

'Captain, someone has delivered a package to room 606.'