Chapter 340: There is a mystery behind

Very good. Just in time for the ball.

Having executed the three Japanese spies, they can now dance with peace of mind.

In military uniform. They arrive at the restaurant. First, they eat.

Yang Lichu has already changed into a moon-white evening dress, looking tall and slender with attractive curves.

Zhang Yong looks up. Then he looks away.

He saw more beautiful women enter. They were all pampered young wives.

Most of them were young and beautiful. They were dressed in graceful and beautiful outfits. The various evening dresses complemented each other, and the women danced lightly in their clothes.

So many beautiful women!

I really didn't realise.

I was looking at this one, looking at that one, and it was all so dazzling.

Suddenly my line of sight was blocked. I realised that Yang Lichu had sat down. She was sitting opposite him.

'What?'

'Had enough? Your eyes are bulging.'

'How can I ever have enough of looking at a beautiful woman? Don't block my view!'

'I'm sitting here.'

Yang Lichu's face was cold.

Zhang Yong: ?

Is she jealous?

There's no need for that!

A woman like me, a heartbreaker, is not worth being jealous of. Just blacklist me quickly.

Seeing her plain face, like a black widow, I couldn't help but provoke her a little.

'Hey, beautiful, do you have a boyfriend?'

'Even if I did, you've messed him up now, haven't you?'

'My bad. I'll beat him up to take it out on him.'

'Why do you want to beat him up?'

'No reason. I just want to beat someone up to take it out on them.'

'You...'

Yang Lichu was at a loss for words.

This jerk's logical thinking was really...

But she just couldn't bring herself to leave him completely.

It was so confusing...

She always felt that this guy was very mysterious...

Every now and then, he would say something, and when she thought about it later, she realised that it was actually true.

Occasionally, she even had the illusion that this bastard might be a prophet.

He had the potential to be a charlatan...

'If you execute someone, I won't know how to write the report.'

'Just report it as it is.'

'Tobacco...'

'Don't mention it.'

'Are you going to keep it for yourself?'

'If you want it, you can have it!'

'I don't want it!'

'Then I'll sell it and make some money. We'll all get a share.'

'Opium is harmful, and you want to sell it?'

'To foreigners. They'll take it back to their own country.'

'What?'

Yang Lizhu was stunned.

Sell it to foreigners? They'll take it back?

You're talking nonsense!

How could that be?

'I'll tell you in confidence. I seized a batch of opium from the Japanese and sold it to the Italians. The Italians shipped it back to Sicily.'

'Really?'

'Of course. You can check if you don't believe me. I even reported it to our headquarters.'

'How much did you make?'

'I didn't make any money. The Italians traded it for arms.'

'Arms?'

'Yes. Futures. Delivery in a year.'

'You guys...'

Yang Lichu was taken aback.

She had never imagined that the Fuxing Society would be so ambitious.

They had even managed to get the foreigners to ship the opium back to their own country for consumption. She was truly impressed.

'Don't tell anyone else!'

'Understood.'

Yang Lichu didn't know what to say.

She felt that the other party's operations had surpassed her understanding. If he hadn't told her, she never would have guessed.

The foreign opium shipped from India had made a lap around China and was being shipped back to Italy.

What kind of operation is this?

'Do you do any tung oil business?' Zhang Yong suddenly changed the subject.

'What? Tung oil?' Yang Lichu was puzzled.

She knew what tung oil was.

Tung oil, which is mainly produced in various places in the southwest, is a very special kind of oil. It has good waterproof properties.

It is mainly used for the daily maintenance and waterproofing of wooden ships.

'In the future, there will be a huge demand for tung oil.'

'Why?'

'Because in a few years, the number of warships in the world will skyrocket. The demand for tung oil will increase by dozens, hundreds of times. So will the demand for pig bristles.'

'Pig bristles? The ones you use to clean the gun barrel?'

'Yes. You do know about that! The demand for them will also skyrocket.'

'Why?'

'Because in a few years, the number of heavy artillery in every country will also skyrocket.'

'How do you know?'

'I'm guessing.'

Zhang Yong laughed.

Don't ask. Asking is guessing.

For wooing girls.

He couldn't go into too much detail about these two things. Otherwise, it would be easy to arouse suspicion and then be studied in sections.

At this moment in time, Yang Lichu could never have imagined that the two strange goods of tung oil and bristles would soon become strategic materials. Countries all over the world were scrambling for them.

The Japanese wanted them.

The United States of America wanted them.

All kinds of aircraft carriers, battleships, cruisers and destroyers needed large quantities of tung oil.

And all kinds of large-calibre artillery require a lot of bristles.

They will soon be controlled.

After the Japanese invade, anyone caught trading these two goods in private will be executed on the spot. Very harsh.

'Godly and mysterious...'

'Weird...'

Yang Lichu felt that Zhang Yong was being deliberately obscure.

After dinner, the two went to the dance hall. It was packed. The three dance floors were full of people.

Chinese and foreigners, all mingling together. People were shoulder to shoulder.

The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and tobacco.

People kept coming and going.

Zhang Yong took the opportunity to put his arm around her.

They entered the dance floor.

They started dancing.

There was no need to choose another dance partner, it was just the two of them.

They hadn't finished talking.

They talked while dancing, which made them seem even closer.

No one bothered them. Even the Soviets were very quiet.

'It's as if I'm protecting you...'

'What's the difference between you and them? You're worse than they are.'

'In our line of work, everyone's mind is twisted.'

'I think you did it on purpose.'

'You could have refused. Your father is the deputy minister, I wouldn't dare offend you.'

'I wanted to come and see just how shameless you really are!'

'Actually, you're pretty good at the Technical Department.'

'I'm not welcome at the Intelligence Department 3?'

'I've taken up your time.'

'Can't I keep up with world technological developments while I'm here?'

'Have you noticed how quickly the Luftwaffe has risen?'

'Yes.'

'What do you think is the Luftwaffe's most famous flaw?'

'Flaw?'

Yang Lichu was puzzled.

Did the Luftwaffe have a flaw? It didn't seem like it!

Everyone who had visited abroad had been very impressed by the Luftwaffe's fighter jets.

The newly-developed bf 109 in particular was excellent, and the Nationalist Air Force really liked it.

Unfortunately, the Germans were unwilling to sell military aircraft.

Not any aircraft.

Otherwise, the Nationalist army would definitely have purchased them first.

How could the Luftwaffe's fighter planes be so good, and yet have defects? He was talking nonsense again.

'Right! Defects.'

'I don't know. You tell me!'

'Long-range bombers.'

'What?'

'The Luftwaffe has no long-range bombers. That is, strategic bombers. With a range of over 4,000 kilometres and a payload of over five tonnes.'

'What do they need such a big bomber for? How big is Europe?'

'Haha, just think about it.'

'No. I don't see any flaws.'

Yang Lichu shook her head.

She was still familiar with Europe.

Europe was full of small countries. The distance from north to south and east to west was barely a few hundred kilometres at most.

Even France, the largest country in Europe, was not very big.

A plane with a range of 1,000 kilometres would be enough. A flight of over 4,000 kilometres? That would be more than enough to cross the whole of Europe.

'If, I say if...'

'What?'

Yang Lizhu was puzzled.

Zhang Yong looked so mysterious.

It felt like he was deliberately being mysterious again.

'If the Germans start a war, they'll first attack Poland, then Denmark, Belgium and Norway, and then sweep across France...'

'What did you say?'

Yang Lizhu was stunned.

What nonsense was Zhang Yong talking about?

The Germans starting a war?

Sweeping through France?

You've got to be kidding...

How could that happen.

Zhang Yong knew Yang Lichu wouldn't believe him. In fact, many people wouldn't believe him.

It was still 1935. A strange time. Apart from some fighting in Spain, there were no major wars anywhere.

In short, there was world peace.

No one could have imagined that two years later, China and Japan would go to war.

And no one could have imagined that four years later, Germany would go to war. They would invade Poland.

Then they would march west and sweep across the continent.

Who could have imagined it?

In just four years, the whole world would be engulfed in war.

And then, two years later, in 1941, the United States and the Soviet Union would join the fray. The Soviet-German front. The Pacific front. The flames of war burned furiously.

Who could have imagined it?

It was only six years from now!

Only six years!

'Bullshit! What does that have to do with your flaw?' Yang Lichu frowned.

Zhang Yong hugged her in his arms, looked around to make sure no one else thought he was taking advantage of a beautiful woman, and then whispered, "If Germany invades the Soviet Union...'

'What?" Yang Lichu was startled. She subconsciously struggled, but he held her tightly.

'Don't move. Let's just talk like this. Otherwise, if outsiders hear us, there will be trouble.'

'You, you, you bastard...'

Yang Lichu angrily reached out to strangle him.

Damn the excuse.

It was obvious that he wanted to take advantage of her.

'Six years later, the whole world will be in a war. Germany will invade the Soviet Union, and Japan will invade the United States...'

'Are you crazy?'

Yang Lichu was shocked.

Zhang Yong's words were also too shocking.

If these words were heard by others, they would definitely think he was crazy!

'Don't talk nonsense.'

'I'm only telling you. You keep it to yourself. Take your time to verify it. Let's see if I'm wrong.'

'You must be wrong.'

'I wish I was wrong. Unfortunately...'

Zhang Yong let out a small sigh.

No one believed him, as expected.

But...

It was enough to woo girls.

Yang Lichu would definitely remember these words if she believed them.

And one day, when it was proven...

Heh heh...

The dance ended late at night.

Zhang Yong did not take Yang Lichu away with him, but returned to the office of the Third Bureau of Intelligence.

He closed his eyes and pondered.

If he were caught by the Japanese invaders...

Would he be shot?

Or hanged?

Or tortured to death?

Or roasted alive?

Or would it be more painful to blow himself up with a grenade...

'I found out.'

Yang Lichu hurriedly came in.

After the ball ended, she was sent out by Zhang Yong to do manual labour and investigate Yang Junjian's ex-girlfriend.

Zhang Yong suspected that the previous captive, Liu Meijuan, might just be a replacement. Before her, Yang Junjian might have had other girlfriends, secret ones.

This girlfriend might not necessarily be Japanese. She might have been bribed by the Japanese.

It seems that a young man like Yang Junjian, whose family is also wealthy and influential, why would he be tempted?

The only possibility is that she is beautiful.

And Liu Meijuan is obviously not the bait. The bait should be someone else.

But this bait must be well hidden. She should not have appeared in public. This kind of secret affair is often more 'exciting'.

This seems to be how it was played in the movie 'True Lies'.

This is all he can think of.

So he asked Yang Lichu to investigate.

'Who is it? Is she pretty?' Zhang Yong asked.

'I didn't find out who the person is. I don't know if she is pretty or not,' Yang Lichu shook her head.

'You said you found out?'

'I found that Yang Junjian had a lot of records of going out before he started dating Liu Meijuan.'

'And?'

'He went out, but didn't come home. Where do you think he went?'

'I don't know.'

'He must have gone to some woman's house.'

'So have you found out who this woman is?'

'No. I can't.'

Yang Lichu folded her arms. She said she wasn't going to investigate the case.

Zhang Yong: ...

Okay. If that's the case, next time, please don't say you've already found out.

If you report like this, I'll be very disappointed, okay?

The higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

'No information at all?'

'Yang Junjian used to travel by rickshaw...'

'That means the place isn't far away. But it definitely isn't near the airport. Otherwise, someone would have recognised him.'

'Why don't we arrest all the rickshaw drivers and ask them?'

'No. What we're looking for is probably a rickshaw driver who has disappeared.'

'Disappeared?'

'Yes. You arrange it, and immediately send someone to the neighbourhood to look for a rickshaw puller who was soliciting customers in the vicinity before the memo was lost. But the rickshaw puller who disappeared around the time the memo was lost.'

'What kind of logic is this?'

'I'm guessing. I suspect that the rickshaw that Yang Junjian was riding in was also arranged by the Japanese spy. After the incident, this Japanese spy must have moved.'

'It sounds like it makes a bit of sense...'

'Then go!'

'But what if it's not productive?'

'Investigating a case is like following countless clues. You try various approaches, eliminate all possibilities, and the truth will remain.'

'You're all talk. You don't even go out and do any running,'

Yang Lichu said angrily.

He had no choice but to go about his own business.

Zhang Yong looked at the time. It was already the early hours of the morning.

At this time, he should be sleeping. Staying up late was bad for his health.

As for Yang Lichu...

She was an Air Force officer herself, so it was reasonable for her to help the Air Force with the investigation, right?

Heh heh...

Go find somewhere to sleep.

Woke up in the morning. Finished washing up. Went for breakfast.

The food in the Air Force Department is really good.

Very good.

After eating and drinking to his heart's content, he returned to the office of the Third Intelligence Department.

Pretending to dawdle for a while, Yang Lichu dragged her tired body back. Last night, she and Zhang Ping, with others, went out and looked around all night. Finally, they got something.

'Found it. The woman's name is Tian Yuman. She's a young widow.'

'Where is she?'

'She moved before Yang Junjian's accident.'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

It seems that there is really a mystery behind the theft of the memo.