Chapter 264: In a word, you need money

That's what they say, but it's actually quite troublesome.

The Japanese meddling in the concession has strengthened their control over the constabulary. The constabulary has no way to let things go.

The influence of the Japanese on the Public Works Bureau will continue to grow.

And gradually, it is estimated that the documents of the Fuxing Society will no longer be valid in the concession.

This means that every secret agent entering the area on a mission will have to use a new identity. New documents will be required.

Otherwise, they will have to enter through special channels.

But to make new documents, the cooperation of the police station is required. The Japanese are also expected to keep an eye on this.

Damn, why is there a Japanese shadow everywhere?

'I'm going to make a phone call.'

'Go ahead!'

Zhang Yong picked up the phone and called back to the Social News newspaper to find Shi Bingdao.

No. It's a waste to just let those 19th Route Army people farm in Jiu Shantang. We need to get them settled in the concession. They'll be ready to go at any time.

In the future, we can just use them in the concession. We won't need to get people from outside.

They're responsible for killing the Japanese.

'Hello...'

'Boss Shi, it's me.'

'What does the boss want?'

'Find a way to get a group of 19th Route Army people settled in the concession.'

'How long will it take?'

'Ten years.'

'That long?'

'Yes. Better to be prepared.'

'That might take a little while.'

'Fine. If you need money, just ask me. I'll give you plenty of it.'

'Okay. I'll see what I can do.'

'That's all.'

Zhang Yong hung up the phone.

He turned to Zhu Yuan. Without saying a word, the other man understood.

Zhu Yuan quietly shrunk his head, a wry smile on his face. 'Five at most per month. More really isn't possible.'

'One hundred dollars each,' Zhang Yong offered.

'It's not a matter of money. I really can't do it. I won't charge you to deal with the Japanese either.'

'Okay...'

Zhang Yong had to give up.

Getting only five new ID cards each month was indeed a bit on the low side. But it was relatively safe.

Zhu Yuan was also very cautious. Because the police station might have been infiltrated by the Japanese. Once he was discovered, he would become a suspect in the eyes of the Japanese, and it would be troublesome in the future.

If Zhu Yuan lost his position at the police station, it would be even worse for the Restoration Society.

'Come here,' Zhang Yong suddenly thought of something.

'What for?' Zhu Yuan was puzzled.

He followed Zhang Yong to the corner of the courtyard.

Everyone around them tactfully avoided them.

'Can you buy a position?' Zhang Yong asked directly.

'Buy what position?' Zhu Yuan was still confused.

'The Chief Inspector of Chinese.'

'What?'

'Anyway, it's the highest position a Chinese person can achieve.'

'You...'

Zhu Yuan shook his head.

He understood what Zhang Yong meant.

Zhang Yong was asking him if there was any possibility of reaching a higher position.

Of course he wanted to. But it was impossible!

"What are the requirements?'

'Many.'

'Just tell me the most important ones.'

'Contacts...'

'And if you don't have contacts?'

'Then you have to pay.'

'Then I'll pay.'

'I don't have any money.'

'We'll figure it out together.'

'How?'

'You find suitable targets and provide me with information, and I'll do the rest.'

'You...'

'Anyone who colludes with the Japanese will be executed as a traitor.'

'No...'

Zhu Yuan was about to speak, but stopped.

He sensed a strong murderous intent from Zhang Yong.

For a moment, he actually had a strange feeling.

This guy didn't seem like this before! After a trip to Nanjing, he seems to have changed a lot?

A bit of a do-what-it-takes kind of guy?

In fact, Zhang Yong really hadn't thought much about it. He just wanted to push Zhu Yuan up.

As long as this guy climbed to a higher position, it would bring more convenience to the actions of the Fuxing Society. It could also curb the Japanese's expansion of power.

Now that the Japanese have secured the position of Assistant Commissioner of Police, it is a very dangerous sign.

If there is no strong counteraction, in the future, the entire Police Station could be controlled by the Japanese.

Of course we can't just sit back and do nothing.

Will the French and British agree? They only care about their own interests.

The Japanese put pressure on them and they gave them the assistant's position. Judging from the Japanese character, they definitely won't give in easily.

If Zhu Yuan could give them a few thousand or even tens of thousand dollars...

It wouldn't be difficult to get a promotion a few ranks.

Before, the Municipal Council even dared to release prisoners from the Tilanqiao Prison for 5,000 dollars. This shows how desperately they crave money.

This is a signal. It shows that nothing in the concession can't be bought with money.

If there is, it's just not enough.

'Think about it. You just need to be responsible for giving me information. I'll do the work. We'll split the profits 50-50,' Zhang Yong continued to persuade.

'Actually...' Zhu Yuan hesitated.

'Speak,' Zhang Yong frowned.

Zhu Yuan changed the subject, 'You have dealings with the Dagger Society and the Heaven and Earth Society, and there may be a better way.'

'They have connections?'

'Snakes have their ways, and rats have theirs. Their connections are all over the place. They have a longer history on the Bund than the police station. For example, the Mengde Society, if you really want to trace its history, can be traced back to the White Lotus Society. It's thousands of years old. There's also the Green Gang and the Hung Society. The Heaven and Earth Society also split off from the Hung Society. Broken bones are connected by sinews. The relationships within are all intricate. Otherwise, how could someone transport mortars into the concession?

'

'I understand,'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

If you want to get ahead and stay put on Shanghai Beach, you can't avoid these gangs. Zhang Xiaolin is a member of the Green Gang. He has many followers under his command. And the Japanese are backing him. It's not easy to deal with him.

But in the final analysis, it's still the same thing. You need money. Lots and lots of money.

You can push your own people into high positions.

You can organise many death squads below. The kind that don't care about their lives.

'Where is their headquarters?'

'I'll tell you. But you mustn't reveal me.'

'I'm not a child.'

'I'll tell you, and you write it down.'

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong took out a small notebook and pencil.

A good memory is no match for a bad pen. He wrote down any important information.

Then he hid it in a secret place. No one could ever peek inside.

Zhu Yuan talked a lot, and it was hard for Zhang Yong to keep up.

'By the way, do you know Yan Ruzi?'

'No. But I know of her. She's a member of the Dagger Society. Her nickname is Black Widow.'

'Oh? Black Widow?'

Zhang Yong thought back to what he had heard. It seemed to have that kind of flavour.

But she was prettier than the ones in foreign movies.

'That's her nickname,'

'In Jinling, I found out that she was also working for the Japanese.'

'She had a tragic fate. On her wedding night, her husband suddenly died of a sudden illness, and everyone else said that she had killed him. They wanted to drown her in the river. She barely managed to escape. To survive, she could only rely on the help of the Japanese. But I have never heard of her killing anyone in the underworld.'

'Also, I saw that woman from the Mengde Society. She is the one who stole my suitcase. She also appeared in Jinling.'

'According to my information, the one who took your suitcase was probably Mei Wan-jun...'

'I don't care who she is. Can you find her?'

'I don't know. These women are all very cunning. They won't let anyone know where they are. Otherwise, they would have long since died a miserable death.'

'Someone said that Yan Ruzi might be on Avenue Joffre...'

'That would be the Club des Nations.'

'Why?'

'Because there are all kinds of people there. She'd be best off hiding in plain sight.'

'Oh, the Club des Nations...'

Zhang Yong remembered the name. Damn. Another nightclub.

He had heard about a whole bunch of nightclubs, but had never been inside one.

What a failure...

Next time, he must go in and have a blast.

He wanted to know what it was like to be drunk and carefree.

The Club des Nations...

Geez.

Hey, hey.

'It's run by a White Russian.'

'What?'

'The owner of the Club Cosmopolite is a White Russian. His staff are all rough and tough guys. Most of the dancers are also White Russians.'

'Really?'

'Why would I lie to you? The reason why the International Nightclub is so popular is because there are a large number of beautiful Belorussian women, Belorussian noblewomen who have fallen on hard times and become dancers. A fallen phoenix is not as good as a chicken. Many of them used to be dukes, countesses, ladies, and so on. After the October Revolution, they fled to the East, and many of them flocked to the concession, at least 70,000 to 80,000 people.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong listened indifferently.

In fact, he wasn't interested in this historical background. He was only interested in making money.

Are those White Russians rich?

No? Never mind.

Yes? Let's do it.

Then he suddenly remembered something. He had been told that if he dealt with the Tien-Di Gang, there would be someone there to act as a go-between.

He turned his head. He was looking for Zhou Wanzan. But he couldn't find the guy.

'Where's Zhou Wanzan?'

'He's gone.'

'Gone?'

'Yes. He just left without saying anything.'

'That guy...'

Zhang Yong muttered to himself.

It turned out that he was quite a proud young man. When he found out that his information was incorrect, he felt ashamed and ran away.

He didn't even want the five submachine guns and bullets Zhang Yong had given him as compensation.

Not bad. Not bad. A person like this can be trusted.

On the contrary, Zhu Yuan was slippery and I could never get to the bottom of him. He seemed sincere. But what can I say? It's just limited to cooperation.

'Contact the Tang family and ask them to send someone to take the hostages back.'

'I don't know how to contact them!'

'Xiao Bao, what do you say?'

'I don't remember.'

'You don't even remember your home phone number?'

'I don't want to go back.'

'Why not?'

'San Ge will beat me up. He'll say I wandered off.'

'Then you can't follow me either! I still have to go on a mission on Avenue de la Republique!'

'I'll go with you! I know the Avenue de Friedland like the back of my hand. I spent a whole year there. The whole Avenue de Friedland. Over 4,000 metres, I've explored it all.'

'You...'

Zhang Yong was at a loss for words.

This kid is really... You should be the one to be caught.

At seven or eight years old, you're not even considered a dog. And you're running around everywhere. Who else should be caught but you?

Your brother must really beat you up!

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly a small red dot appeared on the edge of the map.

Huh?

A Japanese person is coming.

Quickly make a sign. To indicate that there is a situation.

Zhu Yuan was stunned, 'What's wrong?'

'A Japanese person is coming. He is accompanied by three people.'

'What?'

Zhu Yuan subconsciously walked over to the window, but he didn't see anything.

Yang Zhi and the others also quickly occupied every corner.

'Where is it?'

'From the north. Coming down the street. One Japanese, with three men.'

'That many?'

Zhu Yuan's expression suddenly grew tense.

Zhang Yong waved his hand. He told Tang Shengbao to go back to the basement first.

If there was a gunfight, the basement would undoubtedly be the safest place. You wouldn't get hit by stray bullets.

Once both sides opened fire, it would be chaos, and the last thing you'd want was a stray bullet.

Fortunately, they were able to get ten more pistols. Now there was one for each person, and there were enough bullets.

'Yang Zhi, let's go!'

'You guys follow!'

Zhang Yong led all the agents, jumped over the wall from the flowerbed by the door, and returned to No. 28 next door. Then they laid in ambush.

Soon, the Japanese man came over with three Chinese people.

They were all dressed as Chinese.

They were very cautious. One of them knocked on the door. Zhang Yong opened the door. The other party immediately realised that something was wrong.

'Who are you?'

'Don't move!'

Zhang Yong held the muzzle of his gun against the other party.

The person who had knocked on the door immediately turned pale. He froze. He didn't move.

'Come in!'

Zhang Yong dragged the other person in.

Someone next to him pounced on him and restrained him. The black muzzle of a gun was pointed at the other person's head.

'Tell the people outside to come in.'

'Yes...'

'Call the Japanese guy first.'

'Who?'

'The one who brought you here.'

'Oh...'

The person who had been captured was quite cooperative.

Judging from his expression, it seemed that he didn't know that this Dao Ge was Japanese.

'Brother Dao, Brother Dao!'

An anxious voice came from inside the room.

The Japanese man called Brother Dao didn't think twice and hurriedly came in.

Then he realised something was wrong. People surrounded him and pounced on him. He was tied up tightly.

'Who are you people?'

'What do you want?'

Brother Dao struggled desperately. But it was futile.

It would be strange if he could move while being held down by several strong men. He was then tied up with ropes in all directions.

Zhang Yong casually asked, 'Your name.'

'Who are you?'

'I'm asking for your Japanese name.'

'You, you...'

Suddenly, he felt a kick in the groin.

At the same time, Tong Luohan reached out and covered Dao Ge's mouth to prevent him from screaming.

In an instant, Dao Ge's body twisted violently.

Even though he was bound by ropes, it could not completely prevent him from twisting into the shape of a shrimp.

It hurt.

He could not breathe.

But he did not faint.

Unable to scream...

Zhang Yong could be very rude to Japanese people.

Things like gouging eyes, cutting ears, cutting noses, chopping off hands and feet are just too bloody, and frankly, he can't do it.

But the low kick to the groin is definitely possible. This is the second most professional skill he has mastered, besides the clubbing. It's despicable. But it's very effective. It's used exclusively against male Japanese spies.

Perhaps it can also be used against female Japanese spies? Oh, I can't bear to...

Body search.

There's an unexpected discovery. He actually found an envelope.

Open it. Inside there are one hundred US dollars. All in five dollar bills. Twenty in total. Hehe. The Japanese spy does have money. Immediately hide it.

'Tell the two men outside to come in.'

'Yes...'

Soon, the other two men were lured in and then all arrested.

Everyone was tied up tightly.

The arrested Japanese spy's eyes were wide with anger, and he was still struggling. He was obviously in pain.

Zhang Yong cut a deep gash on his wrist, and blood was pouring out.