Chapter 222: Recruitment

It was already the early hours of the morning when Wei Jinfu's family let them go.

Wei Jinfu had provided a lot of information. Gu Yuting took careful notes.

He was originally an observer, but he was caught and drafted into the army. He became a clerk.

However, Gu Yuting did not refuse this time.

This was the first time he discovered that the Japanese spies had actually hidden so deeply.

Even members of the imperial family had infiltrated.

It was unbelievable.

Over the years, the Japanese spies had done so much. They had infiltrated almost every corner of the country.

Before, the Red Party had basically zero knowledge of the Japanese spies.

Their main task was to survive and deal with the Kuomintang army, so where could they care about the Japanese spies?

Now, they realised the seriousness of the Japanese spies.

'You go back first.'

'I will notify you if there is anything.'

Zhang Yong first dismissed Wu Jiu Tian. He had a family to take care of.

After Wu Jiu Tian left, Zhang Yong took Gu Yu Ting and Li Yun Yan to a secluded place. They began to count their spoils.

One radio.

One codebook.

Twenty-seven gold bars. All big yellow fish. A total of 270 taels.

More than 3,000 US dollars. More than 5,000 British pounds. And 14,000 silver notes.

All 'donated' by Wei Jin Fu.

'What do you think we should do with it?' Zhang Yong looked at the two men.

Gu Yuting didn't say a word.

He always felt that this kind of thing was not very consistent with organisational discipline.

Money was tempting. But indulging in kidnapping and blackmail for money seemed like going down the wrong path.

Li Yunyang hesitated before finally remaining silent.

She definitely wanted the radio. As for the money, she didn't know what to do with it.

'Since you don't want it, I'll take it all.'

'When you need it, come back to me.'

Zhang Yong was also very unceremonious.

Others have discipline. You can't accept ill-gotten gains.

He doesn't care. He accepts whatever comes his way.

'Come out!'

He suddenly shouted outside.

Li Yunyang drew her gun in alarm.

'It's fine!'

Zhang Yong patted his palm to indicate that she should not be nervous.

Soon, two figures appeared.

One was Zhuo Yungui. The other was Huang Shang.

Huang Shang's body was still quite weak. After all, he had taken three shots!

"Director Chen!'

Li Yunyang finally let her guard down.

She had finally made contact with her superior. This was hard work.

'Comrade Li Yunyang!'

'You've finally arrived!'

Huang Shang was also very happy. A load had been lifted from his mind.

If Li Yunyang had been careless and exposed herself, falling into the hands of the enemy, the mission would have failed.

'Take her and the radio with you!'

'Yes!'

'We shouldn't stay here any longer.'

'Understood!'

Zhuo Yungui picked up the radio and, together with Li Yunyang, led Huang Shang away.

Huang Shang had to be present at today's meeting. Otherwise, Li Yunyang would not have believed him. But Huang Shang's health had not yet recovered.

Besides, Huang Shang was not his real name. Li Yunyang called him Director Chen.

Never mind, I don't care.

Who doesn't have a bunch of secrets? Especially those who work underground. Many secrets, even if you die, you have to take them to the loess.

After the three left, Zhang Yong and Gu Yuting were left behind.

'I'll take you to meet some people,' Gu Yuting was determined.

'Are they your people?' Zhang Yong asked.

'No,' Gu Yuting clarified.

'That's good,' Zhang Yong nodded.

If they were members of the Red Party, they had principles and discipline, and some things would be difficult to handle.

It's best if they're single. But they must hate the Japanese invaders. Single. It's best if they have no attachments. Like Zhuo Yungui. Perfect for covert operations.

'Where are we going?'

'Lingshan Road.'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong's expression changed.

Lingshan Road? It seems a bit creepy over there.

How do I put this? It's a place that most people don't like to talk about.

Why?

There are a lot of coffin shops. Several of them. There's also a funeral home nearby.

What is a funeral home? It's a place that collects the spirits of those who have no owners. The dead who have no relatives are all there.

For ordinary people, this kind of place is simply terrifying.

Zhang Yong also feels that this kind of place is suitable for filming ghost movies. Even in broad daylight, with a large entourage, he has never been here before.

It's now early morning, and it's dark all around, just the two of them, him and Gu Yuting...

Well, involuntarily, he's a little scared.

'Are you afraid of ghosts?'

'A little...'

'There are no ghosts in this world. The so-called ghosts are all people pretending to be ghosts.'

'That's still scary.'

'I'm an atheist. I don't believe in ghosts. Let's go!'

'Can we go in the daytime?'

'Going at night shows sincerity. It's also easier to talk.'

'No...'

'You have a gun, and you're still afraid of ghosts?'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong tried hard to muster up his courage.

Okay. Not afraid. Not afraid. Repeatedly reminded himself that he was not afraid.

If there really is a ghost, just shoot it.

Drive. Go to Lingshan Road.

He stopped at the intersection.

It was eerie ahead. There were no street lamps. Only white lanterns.

The shop with the white lanterns was a coffin shop.

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The white light from the lanterns was ghastly, adding a lot of horror to the atmosphere.

Zhang Yong suddenly felt that even after the Japanese occupation of Jinling, no one would dare to come to this place lightly. The Japanese were also relatively afraid of ghosts.

In case the Japanese soldiers launch a search, it would be a good idea to hide here for a while.

'Let's go!'

Gu Yuting strides forward.

Zhang Yong has no choice but to follow. He keeps his pistol in his hand.

If there really is a ghost...

Fortunately, there isn't. The place is completely deserted.

Gu Yuting walks up to the door of a coffin shop and knocks.

'Knock, knock!'

'Knock, knock!'

'Creak!'

Soon, someone opened the door.

Zhang Yong subconsciously gripped his pistol. It turned out to be an old man.

Oh, no danger! But the safety of the pistol was still on. It could be fired at any time.

'Come in!'

Gu Yuting said.

Zhang Yong followed and went in.

It was very large inside. Very empty. And very deserted.

The main thing was that there were no people to be seen.

Fortunately, there were no horrible coffins to be seen either.

Maybe it was in the back?

Walking through the front courtyard, they entered a simple hall.

At this point, I finally saw a lot of horrible things in the back. I hurriedly turned my head. Pretending not to see, I continued to hold the gun.

'Introduce yourself.'

'My name is Liu Haizhu. My nickname is Liu Heizi. I came from Shanghai. I want to find a few people to help me take over the world.'

'What kind of people do you need?'

'Bold. Capable.'

'Who are you going to deal with?'

'The Japanese.'

'The Japanese?'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong sat down.

It was clear that the old man was an old hand.

I don't know what kind of background he has, but he must have been in the underworld.

A real sharp guy.

'What are your specific requirements?'

'First, he must be able to climb walls and walk on roofs. He must be able to enter a room quietly. It would be best if he knows how to pick a combination lock.'

'That's quite a lot to ask for someone with such skills.'

'Tell me.'

'This much per month?'

'Five hundred?'

'Fifty.'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong saw the old man hold up five fingers, and thought he was asking for 500 silver dollars a month.

It's a bit steep. But it's not unacceptable. The point is, the person must be very capable.

'I'm talking about 50 taels a month.'

'I know,'

Zhang Yong said, indicating that he had understood correctly.

Even if the price was ten times higher, he could accept it. Not to mention 600 taels a year?

"What's the second requirement?'

'He must know kung fu. He must be able to fight. He must be good at martial arts. Ideally, he should also be a good marksman.'

'Again, 50 taels a month.'

'No problem,'

Zhang Yong agreed readily.

If there was someone like this, 50 taels a month would definitely not be a problem.

To people on the outside, this price is very high. However, as long as there are Japanese spies, he can afford it.

Right now, he is in a defensive phase. At any time, he may take the initiative to go and cause trouble for the Japanese.

Japanese banks...

Japanese companies...

Especially after the Japanese occupied Jinling and Songhu, a large number of Chinese companies will definitely be occupied by the Japanese invaders. A large number of Japanese invader companies will also pour in.

At that time, his job will be easy. It's just to rob the Japanese of their wealth.

Take as much as you can.

The Japanese will definitely not stand for it. They will definitely retaliate.

Then it will be a tug-of-war between the two sides. Let's see who can laugh last.

So, he still has two years to arrange some capable people for himself.

'Do you want a woman?'

'If she's capable, then yes. If she's a drag, then no.'

'Any age requirements?'

'None.'

'Any special requirements?'

'None.'

'Okay. Come in. Choose for yourself.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was momentarily stunned.

Go in by himself? Choose for himself? The person is inside?

Shit, it turns out that preparations have been made!

Okay, go in.

Sure enough, he saw a few burly men in the courtyard behind him.

When they saw Zhang Yong come in, they all looked at him expressionlessly.

Zhang Yong also silently sized up the other party.

'They're not them.'

'Huh?'

'Follow me!'

He kept walking towards the inside.

Suddenly, someone jumped out from the side.

Zhang Yong raised his gun without thinking.

'Don't shoot!'

'Don't shoot!'