Chapter 236: Throwing mud at her

Zhang Yong led the team back to the headquarters in Goose Lane.

The procession first arrived at the Finance Department. All the gold bars were handed in. And the ocean of silver dollars.

The heavy boxes were placed out. Opened.

The room was instantly filled with golden light.

'Wow!'

'Wow!'

The entire Finance Department was alerted.

Even the most experienced had never seen so many gold bars before.

This is not the national treasury!

Many people's eyes were wide with wonder.

There was nothing but awe. A crowd gathered.

The various exclamations of wonder attracted the attention of the secret agents in the vicinity. Dai Yize had just returned from his shift at the train station. He hurriedly leaned closer to Zhang Yong.

'Shaolong, did you raid the Japanese vault?'

'No...'

'The Japanese gave you so many gold bars?'

'It just happened...'

'My God, the Japanese will definitely go crazy.'

'Maybe so!'

Zhang Yong replied listlessly. He couldn't muster any energy.

He didn't know if the Japanese would go crazy or not. But it really hurt him.

He watched as so many gold bars were handed in.

They were all golden and heavy, and they were all good stuff. But they weren't his.

Although he tried to embezzle one or two, or even three or two, in the end, he couldn't take many.

Sigh...

Working for someone else...

Damn, if I had known, I wouldn't have smashed them publicly.

If they're exposed, there won't be any for me.

'Don't push!'

'Don't push!'

Chen Qingquan, the finance section chief, personally counted the gold bars.

There were too many people watching, so he was a bit nervous too. He was afraid that someone would start a fight.

It's true that wealth and riches move people. Who wouldn't be tempted by so many gold bars?

Fortunately, order was maintained at the scene.

Everyone was just watching. No one tried to take any.

After all, this was the Fuxing Society.

Zhang Yong's men were all heavily armed and watching with hungry eyes!

First, the large gold bars were counted. They were also known as large yellow crocodiles. Ten taels made up one bar. One tael was about 30 grams. One bar was therefore more than 300 grams.

'Twenty...'

'Forty...'

'Eighty...'

They're done. There are 87 big yellow fish. That's more than 800 taels.

Just these dozens of big gold bars dazzle everyone's titanium eyes. It's hard to imagine how much it is. Not to mention the small gold bars.

'Fifty...'

'One hundred...'

'One hundred and fifty...'

There are a total of 153 small gold bars. Each is one tael. About 30 grams.

This is another huge sum of money.

Gold is very valuable. One tael of gold can be exchanged for hundreds of dollars. If it's the black market, it can be exchanged for even more.

Moreover, gold must be returned to the national treasury. The Restoration Society can only temporarily keep it. Eventually, the Ministry of Finance will be notified to come and take it. Or you can personally deliver it to the Ministry of Finance. Otherwise, it would be considered a violation.

Of course, the gold bars that have fallen into private hands are not counted. After they are handed in, they will be returned to a certain extent.

After these gold bars are registered, where will they end up?

No one knows.

The finance department keeps two sets of books: one for internal use and one for external use.

Zhang Yong doesn't want to understand or know the ins and outs of this. It's all arranged by the people at the top. It's got nothing to do with him.

After the count is complete, Chen Qingquan still can't believe it. His eyes are full of gold.

So someone else is called in to continue the count.

He's convinced it's correct. 87 large gold bars and 153 small gold bars, totalling dozens of catties.

But he was still worried that there might be a mistake. A third group of people was brought in to count the gold. Satisfied that there was no mistake, the gold was sealed up. A seal was placed on it. It was packed up and stored in the vault.

It was estimated that tonight, the finance department would have to assign extra staff to work the night shift.

'Come, Shaolong, sign here.'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong signed his name.

This was what he had collected. The results would of course be counted towards him.

Chen Qingquan was beaming like the Buddha Maitreya.

Everyone else was concerned about how many Japanese spies Zhang Yong had captured. He, on the other hand, was concerned about how much money Zhang Yong had brought back.

The finances of the Fuxing Society had never been so prosperous.

Ever since Zhang Yong joined the Fuxing Society, the one thing it never lacked was money. It was as if it were just money.

When Zhang Yong was in Shanghai, he unearthed so many Japanese spies that they were like big fat sheep. From that time on, the head of the finance department's weight rose straight up.

He was carefree, had a big heart and a big stomach, and never worried about money, so of course he put on weight.

'There's still some money left. You guys order,' Chen Qingquan said with a smile, "Come in, Shaolong, have a seat. Have some tea.'

'No, thanks. You're all rich. I don't dare disturb you." Zhang Yong forced a smile.

'You're the real moneybags,' Chen Qingquan said with a sincere smile, 'The boss even calls you the Boy with the Money!'

'Okay!' Zhang Yong did not refuse.

Chen Qingquan definitely meant no harm. Naturally, the other party was overjoyed that he was sending money in an endless stream. What's the big deal with a cup of tea?

Haha, this guy's name is actually quite memorable. I wonder if he likes learning English?

After sitting in the finance department for a while, he drank some Longjing tea. After waiting for the ocean to finish counting, it was sealed, stored, and only then was it signed. He left, while the others went back to the dormitory to rest. He came to see Mao Renfeng.

'The boy with the good fortune has returned.' Mao Renfeng was also smiling. He looked more and more like Maitreya Buddha.

This guy was nicknamed Smiling Tiger. Every time Zhang Yong saw the other person, he could not let his guard down.

There were no wrong names, only wrong nicknames.

Once this guy became an enemy, he would definitely be a very terrifying presence. Fortunately, for the time being, he was not an enemy.

'Coincidence. Coincidence,' was all Zhang Yong could say to explain it.

Otherwise, what else could it be?

He never imagined that Yan Ruzi would have so many things hidden away.

He just casually started digging with a hoe and actually dug up a cornucopia. There was nothing he could do. The heavens were after him for feeding. He could only accept it.

'Go in! The Director has ordered that you don't need to knock,' Mao Renfeng said with a smile.

'Yes,' Zhang Yong said quietly as he pushed the door open.

He saw the Director examining a Yuan blue and white porcelain piece.

This time, Zhang Yong vowed, he would not be mistaken. It was definitely Yuan Dynasty blue-and-white porcelain.

'You're here?'

'Director!'

'Let's test your eyesight. What is this?'

'Yuan Dynasty blue-and-white porcelain.'

'Let's see which kiln it came from.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was suddenly stunned.

Oh. Which kiln? How would I know?

Why don't you test me on trigonometry? See if I've returned everything to the teacher?

'Never mind.'

'Sit down!'

The chief looked at his expression and knew that he didn't understand at all.

This kid really knows nothing except catching Japanese spies. But that's enough. Besides, his fortune is through the roof.

He had long since heard the commotion in the finance department. It was expected to cause a stir for a while.

That's good. Let everyone be happy.

This is the seized property of the Japanese spies. Everyone is naturally happy. This is what gives everyone the motivation to catch Japanese spies!

'Have you read the Romance of the Three Kingdoms?'

'Huh?'

'No?'

'I...'

Zhang Yong was ashamed.

Shit. He had completely forgotten.

Crap. Where did he put that damn Romance of the Three Kingdoms?

Oh...

'You have one month to get used to it. After one month, I'll test you.'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong suddenly felt as if he had been pardoned.

Shit, that was a close call. He thought he was about to get a lecture right away!

One month. That's okay. He'll have to read it at least. In fact, he had read it in a previous life. He had some basic knowledge.

The problem is, do you think Chu Zu will ask you simple questions?

Do you think he will ask, which five were the Five Tiger Generals? If they are all such simple questions, there is no need to read them.

The worst thing is that he will ask you, after Liu Bei gave up Xinye, what strategic options did he have? Please use 800 words to explain the reasons for the various options. And attach a feasibility analysis. Then I'm screwed...

'By the way, this is the drawing of Sun Yat-sen's mausoleum.' Zhang Yong hurriedly changed the subject.

'That was a close call!' The Chief took the plans and carefully stacked them neatly.

'It was really a coincidence. I didn't think the Japanese spy would store the plans at Mrs. Jin's studio,' Zhang Yong said honestly, 'but Kumazo Takegawa didn't reveal a thing.'

'This Yan Ruzi is highly suspicious,' the Chief said slowly, 'we must catch her.'

'But I'm not good at catching Chinese people...'

'I know. I'll arrange for someone else to catch her. You continue to catch the Japanese spy.'

'Yes.'

'Go and see Takeshiro Takekawa and see what else he has to say.'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong took his leave and left.

He found that Secretary Mao was not there. Only a junior secretary was on duty.

That junior secretary was also a well-behaved person. Seeing Zhang Yong's puzzled look, he immediately pretended to come over deliberately or unintentionally and whispered, 'Captain Zhang, Secretary Mao went to the finance department.'

Zhang Yong then nodded in gratitude. Then he turned his head and went to the prison cell.

What was Mao Renfeng doing in the finance department? He must have been on a tour! He probably hadn't seen that many gold bars before.

After looking at them, it was natural to engage in all kinds of under-the-counter operations.

Would the Fuxing Society hand over all the gold bars to the Ministry of Finance?

That's too much to hope for.

Handing over a third would be good.

Or maybe not even one.

Who can't cook the books?

If the head of the department were to hand over all the gold bars, he would probably feel more pain than himself.

Damn, that hurts. If only that box of gold bars were his own.

With just that box of gold bars, he could buy a lot of stocks. Even if he became paralysed from the neck down, he could still live off the gold...

In his daydream, he arrived at the dungeon.

The guard opened the iron door and then all of them withdrew.

No outsiders are allowed.

If there are outsiders, Takeshiro Kumazo will not confess.

'Clang!'

'Clang!'

Seeing Zhang Yong enter, Wuchuan Xiong San once again hit the iron bars with his handcuffs and shackles, making loud banging sounds.

Zhang Yong cautiously came to a stop about ten metres away from the other person. If he continued walking, he might be ambushed. He dared not underestimate these Japanese spies.

'You're still alive?' Wuchuan Xiong San seemed a little unwilling.

'I almost died,' Zhang Yong replied honestly. 'Did you arrange for the hit man?'

'The hit man was already dispatched, so why are you fine?'

'You think I'm fine?'

'Of course. I want to kill you!'

'It was close!'

Zhang Yong did not embellish himself.

If there was no map to guide him, he would indeed be dead.

If he had not known in advance about the existence of the hit man, he might have died without knowing how.

From a distance of more than 100 metres, the veteran Japanese soldier could have sent him to the Western Paradise with just one shot. Really.

'Impossible, where were you hiding...'

'I discovered your assassin in advance.'

'Nani?'

Takemoto Kumazo couldn't believe it.

Zhang Yong's mind lit up and he thought of an excuse.

'Actually...'

'Speak!'

'Actually...'

'Speak!'

Takemoto Kumazo was irritated.

Zhang Yong deliberately teased the other party, and suddenly sighed.

'Actually...'

'Speak! Speak! Speak!'

'I'm afraid of disappointing you.'

'Tell me! Tell me!'

'In fact, Yan Ruzi is an undercover agent we planted...'

'What?'

Wu Chuan Xiong San suddenly froze.

Instantly petrified. Without any movement. It was as if his whole body couldn't move.

There was no smashing of handcuffs. Nor shackles.

'I didn't expect such a coincidence either. She was actually an undercover agent I arranged...'

'Baka! Impossible!'

Wuchuan Xiong San suddenly went berserk. It was as if a volcano had erupted.

Even though they were more than ten metres apart, Zhang Yong could feel the other person's anger. Enough anger to explode in place.

'Baka! Impossible!'

'Impossible! Baka!'

Wuchuan Xiong San desperately pounded on the iron bars. His hideous expression was as if he wanted to destroy the world.

Unfortunately, he couldn't catch Zhang Yong. Zhang Yong, the coward, was too far away.

Zhang Yong watched the other man go mad in silence. He felt that Wuchuan Xiong III might really be going crazy. He couldn't stand so much excitement.

Framing Yan Ruzi was completely out of the blue.

He hadn't thought carefully about the consequences. Anyway, just splashing dirty water on her was right.

The Fuxing Society wanted to arrest her. She could only hide. Maybe she would have to rely on the Japanese for help. But what if the Japanese wanted to arrest her too?

Haha. That would be interesting to watch. Let's see how long she can hide.

Of course, there was no point in talking to Kumazo Takegawa here. He would go out for a while and let it be known to the others.

They would not catch her. But they could corner her. They could finish her off.

'Impossible...'

'Impossible...'

Kumazo Takegawa kept mumbling.

He was no longer angry. Only desperate. Clearly, the news had come as a shock.

'Why would I lie to you when you're about to die?'

'Yan Ruzi and I have known each other for a long time. She is a member of the Dagger Society. I had something on her. So she agreed to work for me.'

'Before, she didn't recognise me. But last time at your Japanese consulate, she recognised me. So she helped me in secret.'

'I not only found your gold bars, but also the plans and the radio...'

Zhang Yong talked on and on.

He was just making things up. There were plenty of holes in his story.

But that's fine. I don't think Takekawa Kumazo has the energy to think about it.

'What kind of plans?'

'What kind of radio?'

Sure enough, Takekawa Kumazo had already completely convinced himself that Yan Ruzi was an undercover.

The fact that Zhang Yong was still alive was the best proof.

If Yan Ruzi hadn't tipped him off, how could Zhang Yong still be alive?

'I don't know!'

'The plans are for the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. They're probably from your Nan Agency. You were going to blow up the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum?'

'Oh, you mean the useless blueprint!'

'Useless?'

'Do you need a blueprint to blow up the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum?'

'I don't think so.'

Zhang Yong nodded in agreement.

He was honest. As long as what the other person said made sense, he agreed.

Indeed, to blow up the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, you didn't need a blueprint. But there was a prerequisite, and that was to defeat the guard unit. Obviously, this was not easy.

The Zhongshan Mausoleum is guarded by a battalion of over a hundred men. They are heavily armed. They are armed to the teeth.

It is impossible to deal with so many people with just a few Japanese spies.

'Whose radio is it?'

'I don't know.'

'What model is it?'

'I didn't look closely.'

'Baka! Where is your professionalism? You don't even know this?'

Kumao Takekawa suddenly became angry again.

This is intolerable. It is really humiliating to feel like you've been caught.

You found the radio, but you didn't even look closely at the model number?

You call yourself an agent?

Baka!

If you were an agent of the Empire of Japan, you would have been eliminated long ago.

Furious.

But there was nothing he could do.

Takegawa Kumazo could only accept the reality sadly. He had lost to a rookie.

Fortunately, he was, after all, an old-school agent. His psychological quality was excellent. After gradually calming down, he soon discovered the loophole. He asked coldly,

'How did you find the killers?'