Chapter 290: Negotiations

Too early to be happy.

Li Boqi did return to work the next day.

Zhang Yong was then assigned a 'difficult task'—to train himself seriously and rigorously.

He must pass the 'superior' assessment.

What is 'superior'?

It means getting at least four As in the eight skills of marksmanship, martial arts, telecommunications, intelligence and driving. The others must not be lower than B. If there is a C, it is all a failure.

In other words, for the next month, he has to obediently stay in the training ground.

Everything outside has nothing to do with him.

'Team leader...' Zhang Yong felt that Li Boqi might not have woken up yet.

Is there a need to improve his own combat level? Anyway, we always go in and out with a large group of people.

Even if Toi-Hara Kenji came back for revenge, he wouldn't be afraid.

No matter how powerful an individual is, they can't stand up to a large group of people.

When can I get a Gatling gun back...

'What? You're not even going to obey my orders?' Li Boqi started to look stern again.

'Team leader, I really...' Zhang Yong felt so aggrieved.

Just train!

It's hard to train well. I'm a self-taught person. I don't know anything.

Besides, no one taught me anything about intelligence studies or anything like that...

It's completely like they're deliberately making things difficult for me.

Hmph, ingrates!

'By the way, you can take Li Jingzhi and that other girl with you for training. They'll at least get a medium grade in the assessment.'

'What?'

'A man and a woman work together, and the work won't seem tiring.'

'No.'

'You have two choices: either you train on your own, or you train with them.'

'I'll train on my own!'

Zhang Yong made his choice sulkily.

It would be so embarrassing to practice with two beautiful women. What if they laughed at me?

Not to mention, if Li Jingzhi had even a little bit of Li Jingqian's genes when it came to marksmanship, then it would be over. That Li Jingqian was the master of death by gunfire.

In the end, he obediently stayed at the training ground. He trained with all his concentration.

Li Boqi rubbed his temples.

It hurt.

Hey, it feels like this little guy will soon be out of control.

If this continues, he'll turn Shanghai upside down.

He can't help but secretly blame the Red Party.

What's the matter with you guys?

Why haven't you subdued him yet? I even sent him over there on my own initiative!

You're supposed to be the best at ideological work. How come this little guy isn't affected at all? Is he getting more and more lawless?

'Ring, ring...'

'Ring, ring...'

Suddenly the phone rang.

Li Boqi picked up the receiver casually.

'Hello...'

'Old Li, has Shao Long caused trouble again?'

'What?'

Li Boqi frowned.

It was Yang Shanfang calling.

He and Yang Shanfang were not very close. But there were no conflicts either.

'Set up the Manchurian Xinxing Hotel?'

'No such thing. That was Liu Heizi who did it.'

'It's the same thing!'

'What do you mean? Don't be ridiculous! What does Liu Heizi have to do with our Fuxing Society?'

Li Boqi insisted.

He wasn't sure what Yang Shanfang really meant.

If this guy wanted to make a fuss over this, that was absolutely out of the question.

He, Li Boqi, could scold his own people. No one else.

Liu Heizi was just Liu Heizi. What did he have to do with Zhang Yong? Don't slander him. Otherwise, I'm not finished with you!

'Old Li, don't be nervous. I have a kid following Shao Long.'

'He told you that?'

'This is getting a bit serious. Are you worried about the consequences?'

'That bastard...'

'It's actually not a big deal. Just hand the money over to the finance department right away. You won't get into trouble.'

'That bastard...'

'Do you need an instructor? I'll arrange two for Shao Long.'

'Forget it. I don't know if I can hold him down for a few days. If something comes up, he'll be called away with one phone call...'

'You take care. Goodbye.'

'Goodbye.'

The two men hung up.

Li Boqi felt slightly relieved.

Since Yang Shanfang had arranged for his own son to follow Zhang Yong, naturally he would not make things difficult for Zhang Yong.

This phone call was obviously there to help Zhang Yong clean up after himself.

No wonder this guy is getting more and more lawless. He has capable people under him.

Wait...

Something suddenly came to mind.

He immediately called a few people to find out. Then he couldn't help but laugh and cry.

This Zhang Yong really dares to take people.

Apart from Yang Shanfang's family, there are also the families of the adjutants of the garrison headquarters. Well, they are all a bunch of extraordinary guys.

Never mind. The more the merrier. It's a good thing that these second-generation officials have gathered.

Anyway, the one who has the biggest headache is not me, it's the Japanese.

It's just a pity about the 10,000 taels of silver.

But there's nothing I can do, it's been exposed.

So I immediately called the headquarters in Jige Lane and found the Finance Department. 'Chief Chen, this is Li Boqi, I have something to report...'

After the phone call, my heart fell.

Ten thousand dollars is not a lot. But it is money. The Finance Department would love to have it.

Chen Qingquan has a nickname, the gold-gobbling beast...

The Finance Department has taken it. It has been registered. They want to spit it out. No way. If the director of the department makes someone spit out money, everyone will despise him.

You want to take money out of your pocket that is already there? Ridiculous. How can you be the director of the department?

The money was taken from the Japanese. Are the Japanese going to take the case to the government? They wouldn't dare.

Rubbing his temples.

It seems the pain has eased.

It's the Japanese who should be suffering from a headache...

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

Over here, Zhang Yong is still concentrating on his marksmanship.

If he wants to practise, then let him.

It doesn't seem to do any harm.

The main thing he practises is still close-quarter melee combat.

He's probably not cut out for long-range combat. Practising it wouldn't be useful. It wouldn't have an effect in the short term either.

The only thing he needs to worry about at the moment is close-range attacks.

Why? Just send someone to kill him up close.

The Japanese are not his biggest fear.

His biggest fear is the Chinese themselves. For example, the people from the gangs.

They are the only ones who can get close to him. Or get within shooting range. This loophole must be closed.

He treasures his life.

Because for every day he lives, the Japanese suffer one day more.

Yesterday, he killed the wrong person, and didn't kill Toiihara Kenji. A bit of a pity. But he did kill other Japanese people!

Suddenly, he sees two people standing next to him.

Ah, it's Li Jingzhi and Shen Dong'er. What are they doing here?

Laughing at me? Haha. Women.

Get lost.

You'll only slow me down when I draw my gun!

He waves his hand, telling them to go away. This is none of their business.

Li Jingzhi: ...

Shen Dong'er asks curiously, 'What's he doing?'

'Training,' Li Jingzhi replies.

'He still needs training?' Shen Dong'er expresses disbelief.

'He's very weak,' Li Jingzhi replies.

'No way,' Shen Donger's eyes lit up, 'he killed four people at once, and he's weak?'

Li Jingzhi: ...

Killed four people? When?

You didn't mention any details before? You're only telling us now?

Zhang Yong?

Killed four people?

It doesn't feel very likely...

She'd heard from others that Zhang Yong's actual combat ability was very weak.

The guy's greatest skill is being a con man. He's good at identifying Japanese people. As long as they're Japanese, he catches them one after the other...

When did he become such a good shot? Is he deliberately deceiving himself?

What a scoundrel. Not only does he bully others, he also deceives himself.

And now he's even driving me away.

What a scoundrel...

After driving the two women away, Zhang Yong continued his training. But he wasn't concentrating anymore.

The main reason was that he had been training for a long time and was getting bored. It wasn't as interesting as catching spies.

Alas, I have to find a way to make Li Boqi change his mind.

If I had known that Li Boqi would be grounded as soon as he returned, I would have never let him come back.

This time, I really have shot myself in the foot.

What a waste. I must be more careful next time.

Suddenly, I saw Cao Mengqi coming.

It seems that this guy is very good at marksmanship. He has all A's in all skills. No, it's A+, which is the very good level.

After all, he is a Huangpu graduate. His skills are really strong.

He is good at both martial arts and academics. I'm convinced.

He immediately waved his hand and called out, 'Cao, Cao, come here!'

Cao Mengqi immediately ran over.

Then he looked at Zhang Yong with confusion, wondering what subject he was training.

There was a gun. But the grip was very strange. It was completely different from the coach's. I guess Zhang Yong created it himself. Whether it is effective or not is hard to say.

'Cao, show us your skills?'

'Sure!'

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

Cao Mengqi didn't refuse.

He pulled out his gun and shot at the target 50 metres away.

Zhang Yong: ...

Shit, it looks like I got them all?

Impressive.

In the end, he scored over 100 points out of 130 with the M1935 pistol.

The M1935 is a high-powered pistol. It is 9mm in calibre and has a magazine capacity of 13 rounds. With a result like that, you can definitely say it was excellent.

Zhang Yong: ...

Forget it. I'm dead.

It takes at least three to five years to reach Cao Mengqi's level.

And you need talent. Without talent, it's useless.

'That was impressive.'

'I've come to see you about something.'

'I've been grounded. I need to concentrate on training.'

'I heard.'

'Then why are you here?'

'Because we just got a call from Chicken and Goose Lane, asking us to take Da Bao Wan to replace someone.'

'Replace someone?'

'Yes, replace someone.'

'Replace who?'

'The higher-ups have left it up to us.'

'What do you mean?'

'They want us to negotiate with the Japanese spy.'

'Negotiate?'

'Yes. The Japanese spy has sent someone called Ryuzo Kuroshima. He's not someone to be trifled with.'

'Kuroshima?'

Zhang Yong tried hard to search his memory.

It seemed he had heard that name before. Was it said to be a member of the Japanese imperial family?

Negotiate away. What's the point of having a member of the imperial family?

My ancestors were also once...

Huh? It seems that the Zhangs have never produced an emperor? That's a slip of the tongue...

Never mind.

Wait.

I have another identity. Liu Heizi.

Heh heh. This is the descendant of King Jing of Zhongshan. Back then, when the first Emperor of China beheaded the White Snake, he was also once a wealthy man...

'Where is it?'

'The Xinxing Hotel in Manchuria?'

'The Japanese did this on purpose, didn't they? Choosing this place?'

'Definitely.'

'Okay, I'll go!'

Zhang Yong agreed readily.

Negotiations were negotiations. They were much more interesting than training.

Training all day long. What a drag!

Japanese spies were actually quite cute. If they were rich Japanese spies, they were even cuter. The imperial family must be very rich, heh heh...

'Leaving now?'

'Yes.'

'What about the team leader...'

'He already knows. He's the one who told me to inform you.'

'Why didn't he notify me directly?'

'Doesn't the team leader have any face? You were locked up here for less than half a day, and then you were immediately terminated by the headquarters. He's lucky if he doesn't spit blood. He said he doesn't want to see you.'

'Fine. Let's go!'

Zhang Yong laughed triumphantly.

Hey, you want to lock me up? Dream on!

You see, with one phone call from above, I'm immediately free to roam again.

Haha!

The sky in the liberated zone is clear...