Chapter 252: what exactly do you want to do?

"Money!'

Zhang Yong answered very decisively.

This kind of economical Japanese spy. There is no use in catching them back.

Killing them is also for the money.

Their greatest use is actually as cash cows. That is, to provide funds for the Japanese spy agency.

Therefore, from this perspective, as long as their funding is cut off, the purpose of curbing Japanese spies will be achieved. If they are arrested, the effect will be the opposite. It will not be good two years later.

This Japanese spy will still be useful to himself two years later.

As long as he has a handle on Wen Zhenping, he will be a good cover two years later.

If the Japanese invaders pursue him, he will be relatively safe as long as he hides next to Wen Zhenping. By then, Wen Zhenping will definitely reveal his identity.

It seems that Japanese spies like Xu Sheng, Tian Qingyuan and Wen Zhenping will definitely transform into Japanese after the full-scale outbreak of the Sino-Japanese War. They will definitely take over many Chinese companies. And thus become wealthy.

They may also gain a relatively high status within the Japanese invaders.

Two years later, they will have a better cover. The average Japanese army will definitely not dare to harass them.

After any operation, if you hide at Wen Zhenping's house, the Japanese invaders will not be able to search for them.

Like the Chinese army, ordinary Japanese officers are also very afraid of the Special High Police and the Mei Agency. They would not dare offend them.

The biggest drawback is that he doesn't speak Japanese.

It is simply impossible to pretend to be Japanese.

The only way is to rope these Japanese in and make them his accomplices.

Wen Zhenping is silent.

He is making a very, very difficult decision.

If he agrees to pay, it will be the same as admitting his identity as a Japanese spy.

This step is very fatal.

Wen Zhenping had considered countless possibilities. For example, he could resolutely deny it. Then he could turn around and report it.

In the end, he didn't dare.

Once he reported it, he would become a suspect.

Once he became a suspected Japanese spy, under the surveillance of the Fuxing Society, he would definitely reveal clues.

Everyone in this business knows this. If you want to avoid exposure, the first thing is not to attract attention. You can't be of particular interest to your opponent. Once your opponent notices you, it won't be long before you're exposed.

No one can be flawless.

'Boss Wen, I dare to charge you, you should be grateful.'

'Why?'

'Don't you think that with my protection, you won't be arrested? If you get arrested, you will definitely give me up, right?'

'Okay...'

Wen Zhenping admitted that the other party had successfully convinced him.

That's right. As long as he pays, he won't be arrested. Otherwise, he will definitely give the other party up. This is definitely something Zhang Yong doesn't want to see.

In other words, he could buy his own safety with money.

Between money and torture, he would of course choose the former.

'How much do you want?'

'500,000 taels of silver.'

'Nani?'

Wen Zhenping couldn't help but blurt out in Japanese.

Hagya!

What did you say? 500,000 taels of silver?

Hagya!

How dare you ask for 500,000 taels of silver?

Do you know how much 500,000 taels of silver is? Do you know how long it takes to earn 500,000 taels of silver?

'Baka!'

'Impossible!'

Wen Zhenping made no secret of it.

Since the other party knew that he was a Japanese spy, what was there to hide?

He was willing to pay. But 500,000 taels of silver was out of the question.

In fact, he couldn't come up with it either.

Haichang Shipping, although it made a lot of money, didn't have 500,000 taels of silver in cash.

'Mr Wen, you're being too harsh,'

Zhang Yong didn't need to look around to know that no one was approaching.

If someone else had been approaching, the system map would have alerted him. So he could feel free to bargain with the other party.

'Do you know what crime I'm being accused of?'

'Baka!'

'I'm now an enemy collaborator! I'm communicating with a foreign country! I'm guilty of treason! I've protected you! What kind of crime is this? I'll be executed! Even my entire family will be implicated!'

'Five hundred thousand, no way.'

Wen Zhenping of course knew the risks for the other party. Otherwise, he would not have agreed.

In his opinion, Zhang Yong's willingness to accept the money could actually be considered a victory for him. He had successfully 'turned' a key member of the Restoration Society. Let him cover for him.

You see, the same thing, as long as you change the perspective, immediately turns a tragedy into a happy event.

You can even report it yourself. Say that you inadvertently turned an important member of the Restoration Society. You can make a big entry in your book of merits.

Although, turning people was never his job. But, you can accomplish it inadvertently.

'Of course I know it's impossible,' Zhang Yong said calmly, understanding, "so you can pay in instalments. You can pay over a period of ten years.'

'Ten years?" Wen Zhenping looked at him doubtfully.

'Yes. Ten years,' Zhang Yong said firmly.

It was now September 1935, and ten years later would be September 1945. You Japanese had officially signed the surrender document. I imagine your Haichang Shipping has been confiscated. Naturally, you won't be able to pay.

So, in the next two years, you pay a portion. Then after the Sino-Japanese War breaks out, you pay another portion.

What? You don't want to pay? Oh, then I'll send the materials to the Special High Court! Just wait for the Special High Court's investigation! Their tiger bench may be a little more advanced than the Fuxing Society's...

'So how much do you want now?'

'I'll take whatever you have on you...'

'Baka!'

Wen Zhenping suddenly swore.

But Zhang Yong had already started to search him.

You don't need to take it. I'm afraid you won't part with it. And he said, 'I'll do it myself.' I'm not afraid of the hard work.

He felt a pocket watch. No.

He felt a stack of banknotes. Oh. This is what I want.

He took it out immediately. It was indeed a banknote. And it was also from the Mercantile Bank.

Haha, not bad, this Mercantile Bank, it is about to become the main bank where Japanese spies deposit their funds.

Tian Qingyuan, expanding business is very important!

'Come, let's write an IOU.'

'Baka...'

'Don't swear, let's put it in writing, and everyone gets a copy.'

'You...'

Wen Zhenping was speechless.

Zhang Yong really took out paper and pen. And ink stamp.

'Come!'

'This way!'

Zhang Yong led him to the stone bench next to him.

He set out the paper and pen. And the ink stamp. It looked very official.

Wen Zhenping was speechless.

'Let me see. Ten years is 120 months. Five hundred thousand divided by 120 is about 4,000 per month. Okay, I'll take a loss. You pay 4,000 taels per month...'

'Impossible. That's too much. It's 50,000 taels a year.'

'Do you want to go to the Fuxing Society's prison and find out?'

'Baka...'

Wen Zhenping was angry and desperate.

Son of a bitch. He actually blackmailed him like this. Damn it. But he had no choice but to accept.

Four thousand taels of silver a month. It wasn't impossible.

The main thing was that he didn't want to go to the Fuxing Society's prison.

'Don't worry, the Shengping Grain Store, which is under my name, will work closely with Haichang Shipping, and the profits every month will definitely be more than ten thousand taels of silver.'

'You devil.'

'No. I'm your savior. Don't you think so?'

'Baka...'

Wen Zhenping cursed angrily. But his voice was noticeably weaker.

If he didn't want to go to the Fuxing Society's prison, Zhang Yong was indeed his saviour. If it weren't for the money, he might already be on the torture rack right now.

Ah...

chills ran down his spine.

He felt creepy all over. Scared.

'Here, sign the contract.'

'How do I write it?'

'You just write that you voluntarily pay 4,000 taels of silver to the Fuxing Society every month.'

'Isn't it for you?'

'Aren't I a member of the Restoration Society? What's the problem?'

'Baka...'

Wen Zhenping felt that Zhang Yong was obviously using public resources for personal gain.

Zhang Yong didn't dare write his own name. He was obviously afraid that if he took the document and went public, he would be in trouble. This bastard. Very cunning.

However, he had no reason to refuse. Otherwise, the tiger bench would not be a pleasant experience.

'By the way, write it in Japanese,' Zhang Yong reminded him.

'Got it,' Wen Zhenping responded angrily.

He picked up the brush.

He wrote the document.

He finished writing angrily.

Zhang Yong picked it up and looked at it. There were no problems.

Although it was in Japanese, there were many Chinese characters. He could read it. There was also no ambiguity.

Under the circumstances, Wen Zhenping did not dare to play any tricks. Otherwise, what awaited him was his own fists. He would definitely be beaten until he had internal bleeding.

'Come, sign your name. Press your thumbprint!'

Zhang Yong took the ink pad. The other party was not proactive enough, so he had to help.

Soon, all ten of Wen Zhenping's fingers were imprinted on the paper.

Very good.

The fingerprints of each finger can be matched.

Even if the Great Luo Jinsen came, he could not deny it. Once it was sent to the Special High-Level Department, there would be no need for a trial, and he would be executed directly.

'Done!'

'You said double...'

'Was there? Then I lied to you!'

'Baka!'

'Don't swear. Otherwise, I'll beat you up right now.'

'You...'

Wen Zhenping spat blood in anger. But he didn't dare to really turn his face.

In case the other party really beat him up. He couldn't say anything. And no one would help him out. The other party was from the Fuxing Society!

There was nothing he could do. He could only swallow his pride and watch helplessly as the document turned into iron-clad evidence and fell into the hands of his enemy. Cold sweat poured down his back. If this document was taken out, he would not have a million heads. It was over. The other party had him dead to rights.

'Don't worry. I won't leak it out,' Zhang Yong said reassuringly, "I just want money. I don't care about my life.'

'Four thousand a month," Wen Zhenping gritted his teeth, 'you can't go back on your word.'

'I swear to God. If I go back on my word, may I be punished by the heavens and the earth for a thousand years.' Zhang Yong raised his palm without hesitation, "May you be punished by the heavens and the earth for a thousand years and your name be cursed forever.'

Wen Zhenping felt slightly relieved.

The other party's oath seemed to be in order.

'But you still owe me 3,300 yuan this month." Zhang Yong held out his hand, "When will you make up the difference?'

'I'll find a way." Wen Zhenping almost vomited blood on the spot.

What an asshole! He's after me so hard!

Where am I going to find 3,300 yuan for you now?

'That's fine. I trust you.' Zhang Yong withdrew his hand.

It's all right. This guy is taken care of.

With the evidence of the other party's handwritten letter in hand, he is not afraid of the other party turning his back.

Obviously, the other party treasures his life.

Since he treasures his life, it will be easy to handle.

'By the way, how much do you know about Taisho Bank?'

'That's our largest bank in Japan.'

'Next time, use a Taisho Bank banknote.'

'Hagah! Taisho Bank has no presence here! And it doesn't do currency exchange!'

'Not at the moment. But soon it will. You can exchange it then.'

'I don't know what you're talking about,'

Wen Zhenping replied angrily. He certainly never imagined that two years later, China and Japan would go to war.

At that time, Taisho Bank will definitely set up an institution in the Yangtze River Delta region. And it will become one of the main banks on the Japanese side. Many Japanese companies will also flock into the Japanese-occupied zone. Including Toyota, Mitsubishi, Mitsui, and so on. Taisho Bank's business will go from strength to strength.

Why does Zhang Yong care about this?

Because...

At that time, you can do something to Taisho Bank!

What's faster than getting it directly from the bank? It's so cool to move it directly from the Japanese bank!

The prerequisite is the cooperation of an insider. Wen Zhenping is one of them.

'Two years from now, find a way to become a shareholder of Taisho Bank,' Zhang Yong waves the silver banknotes in his hands.

He had just counted them. There weren't many. They were all 100 silver dollar notes. There were only seven in total. In other words, they could only be cashed for 700 taels of silver. No. There was also a handling fee. The handling fee was about 5%. After the handling fee was paid, there were only 665 taels of silver left. For no reason, 35 taels of silver had been swallowed again. Heartbreaking.

Of course, Wen Zhenping felt even more pain.

Fortunately, he did not carry any more banknotes. Otherwise...

Damn it!

Baka!

Are all Chinese people so greedy?

Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Yong slapped him in the face with the banknote. He then lectured him seriously.

'You should be happy.'

'Baka. What am I happy about?'

'If I wasn't greedy, you'd be in the Fuxing Society prison right now. Do you know Kumazo Takekawa? He's been tortured for three days now, and only half of his ten lives remain. But we have doctors who will heal him and keep him from dying. We have a whole set of 108 punishments, and we'll see how many he can endure...'

'Baka! When did you capture him?'

'I did! I captured him myself. It was near the Yingchuan Hall.'

'Impossible. He is a 7th-degree karate black belt.'

'Yes. He is very powerful. But I know he is a Japanese spy. He doesn't know that I am an agent of the Restoration Society. I took a wooden stick from behind and knocked him unconscious.'

'You...'

Wen Zhenping was incredulous. Then came panic and despair.

Poor Takekawa Kumazo, he was just captured like that?

Ah, Amaterasu-Omikami...

However, he could not question Zhang Yong's words. Because there is a crucial point in there.

It was that

Zhang Yong knew that Kumazo Takekawa was a Japanese spy. But Kumazo Takekawa didn't know that he was an agent of the Fuxing Society.

It was just like what had happened to him today.

The other party knew exactly what he was all about, but he didn't know anything about the other party.

If Zhang Yong wanted to plot against him...

No, it was already a plot. It was a plot right now!

Damn it...

'Did you hear what I just said?'

'What?'

'I want you to become a shareholder of Taizheng Bank.'

'How is that possible?'

'In the future, when Taizheng Bank comes in, you will be directly involved and have the opportunity to become a shareholder.'

'What are you going to do?'

Wen Zhenping instinctively felt that the other party was up to no good.

Why did he have to become a shareholder of the bank?

'It's convenient for robbing the bank.'

'Baka...'

Wen Zhenping really wanted to lose his temper. He really wanted to break with the other party. But in the end, he held back.

There was no choice. Given the choice, he certainly didn't want to try the torture methods of the Fuxing Society. Nor did he want to give up everything he had.

After all, his current status was also one of privilege.

Who would want to suddenly drop from a life of luxury into a cruel prison cell?

"What do you really want to do?'

'Make money.'

'Baka...'