Chapter 354: Self-taught

Find an excuse to get Song Ziyu away.

Kong Fansong took out an envelope. Pushed it from the desktop to Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong took it. Opened it and took a look. Instantly, his heart blossomed.

Sure enough, this private job was the right one.

Inside was a thick stack of US dollars. There were also a few photos. Some documents.

Okay, this is the person he was looking for.

'What should we do with him?'

'Make him disappear.'

'Understood.'

Zhang Yong nodded.

He liked these kinds of jobs best. Just get rid of them.

A traitor who works for the Japanese invaders, what's the point of keeping them around? Unless they have significant value.

Put the envelope away.

Kong Fansong stood up, walked over to Zhang Yong, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, 'I'll leave you two alone.

'When we get married, we'll definitely ask you to be our witness,' Zhang Yong said seriously.

Kong Fansong laughed. He left.

Zhang Yong: ...

Get married? Don't even think about it.

I'm so free and easy now, what's the point of getting married?

I'm so stupid...

'Huh? Why did he just leave?'

Song Ziyu came out.

She had just been supervising the kitchen staff.

You'd think she'd know, but she's not a cook. She's never cooked before.

You'd say she doesn't know anything, but she seems to be able to talk her way out of anything. After taking a look around the kitchen, the chefs didn't dare underestimate her.

There was nothing they could do – she was the boss. And she had money. The poor second party had no choice but to listen.

'Just a moment. The steak will be up in a minute.'

'Isn't there something ready to eat?'

'Those are prepared in advance and heated up at the last minute, so the texture is not good. It's not healthy either.'

'...'

Zhang Yong decided to shut up.

These agents of the Fuxing Society, where do they know anything about health?

It's already good if it can fill the stomach. All they ask for is a large portion, and they really don't care about the texture. They can eat it without salt.

'You don't have to do this in the future...'

'Don't underestimate me. I can help you with a lot of things.'

'What?'

'I've already got the ten thousand dollars.'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong immediately put on a smile.

This is possible. The hard-earned money is finally in hand.

Hey, apart from her, it seems that no one else can easily take money out of that lady's hands. She keeps a very close eye on her purse.

It's a bit of an exaggeration to say that she's miserly. But she's definitely not a spendthrift.

In a previous life, I seem to have read in some cheap novel that Qian Dajun was once targeted by Chiang Kai-shek, who thought that he had swallowed a large amount of money. As it turned out, Qian Dajun didn't dare to argue. He just took it silently. Later, Chiang Kai-shek discovered that he was actually covering for his wife. The one who really swallowed the bulk of the money was his own pillow partner. So he just laughed.

'Really. I'll give it to you now.'

'No need!'

Zhang Yong hurriedly said:

What he needed now was not cash. It was a channel to make money.

Although it was true that making money on his own was never as fast as robbing a Japanese spy. However, it was definitely a good idea to have multiple paths.

'What do you want to do with it?'

'Buy stocks! Didn't we talk about it last time?'

'Really buy them!'

'Of course. We have to buy them. All of them.'

'Then...'

'I still have a little here. You buy it together.'

'How much do you have?'

'Not much...'

Zhang Yong roughly counted. It seems that there are still more than 30,000 US dollars. More than 20,000 pounds. And a large pile of gold bars.

I originally wanted to take it out for Song Ziyu to admire. Unfortunately, I can't do it here.

There are too many people. It's too easy to be exposed.

At any time, you must not show off your wealth. This is a rule set by our ancestors.

'Go to the Liuguo Hotel with me later.'

'No...'

'Do you have something to do?'

'No. We can't be in the same room before we get married.'

'I...'

Zhang Yong almost choked.

Do I want to share a room with you? I want to show you...

Oh, I can't express myself clearly.

This has led to ambiguity in others' minds.

'I will definitely give it to you after we get married.'

'You've got it wrong. I do have something to show you. It's not convenient here.'

'What is it?'

'Money.'

'How much?'

'Seven or eight figures, maybe tens of thousands of dollars.'

'You embezzled this much?'

'...'

Zhang Yong rolled his eyes.

Beauty, can you speak? If you can't, don't say anything.

What do you mean by embezzlement?

Is this embezzlement?

It wasn't even recorded in the books, okay? It's all hard-earned money that I worked for!

I haven't even thought about those heavy foreign currencies yet! It's all been in vain. If you count the foreign currencies, it's definitely enough for $100,000.

For him at this moment in time, $100,000 was already a super huge sum of money!

He was just a nobody, and being able to save up $100,000 was already more than enough for him.

However, money that is not spent is actually worthless.

No matter what currency it is in, it cannot be used to buy food. It must be exchanged for physical goods.

Buying stocks is one way to do this. This is a way to continue making money.

In fact, Zhang Yong would prefer to get himself some physical overseas assets. Something like land, for example.

In case something happens one day, it would be good to have a place to run to.

You never know what will happen, and life is full of misfortune. Who knows when an accident might happen?

The next ten years will see huge changes all over the world. I don't know how many big figures will have their fortunes changed forever. Even strong people like the head of state have fallen.

A small figure like him, drifting with the waves, can't actually fully control his own destiny. So, you have to be prepared to retreat at any time. If things go wrong, just run.

'Do you know of any land for sale?'

'You want to buy land?'

'Yes.'

'Right now, land prices are rising in Sichuan, Chongqing, Hubei and Hunan...'

'I mean the United States.'

'Ah? You want to buy land in the USA?'

'Yes.'

'That's easy. It's cheaper there. In Texas, you can buy an acre for ten dollars.'

'How much?'

'An acre.'

'How big is that?'

'Over 4,000 square metres?'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong was secretly amazed.

What a purchasing power. Ten dollars, over 4,000 square metres.

Amazing. Must buy, buy, buy!

Freehold. Can be developed freely. And there are no various messy taxes and fees yet.

It's practically a freebie!

With 10,000 US dollars, you can buy 1,000 acres. That's more than 4 million square metres? That's almost 4 square kilometres.

Awesome.

Must buy! Buy! Buy!

"What about California?'

'What would you do with a place like California, where there's not a single bird to be seen?'

'I like California.'

Zhang Yong didn't say the specific reason. Just that I like it.

You can't tell someone that California is the fastest growing place in the world. Especially the land around Silicon Valley is worth a fortune!

However, he didn't know exactly where Silicon Valley was. He knew there was a Silicon Valley. He didn't know the details.

If he really bought land in the middle of nowhere, he would just have to put up with it.

To be on the safe side and diversify his risks, he might as well buy some land in Texas. He could start a ranch there. It was a dream come true.

'So, are you going to buy stocks or land?'

'Just a second...'

Zhang Yong decided to go to the toilet.

When he arrived, he closed the door and took out all the US dollars.

He did a rough count. He realised that his previous statistics were wrong. When he added up the scattered US dollars, he found that there were actually 40,000 US dollars.

Not bad. Together with the 10,000 US dollars in Song Ziyu's hands, there were 50,000 US dollars.

He put all the US dollars in a cloth bag.

The face values of US dollars in this era were very small, and 20 US dollars was already a very large denomination. He had never seen 50s or 100s.

Finished. Come out. Hand the cloth pocket to Song Ziyu.

'This is...'

'Open it quietly.'

'Oh.'

Song Ziyu obediently opened it quietly. Her eyes immediately sparkled.

Wow. So many dollars. There must be tens of thousands.

This guy, what a master at making money, getting so many dollars!

"Forty thousand.'

Zhang Yong held up four fingers.

Song Ziyu was full of curiosity.

'You...'

'Don't ask how I got it. It's not from a good source anyway.'

'I understand!'

Song Ziyu really stopped asking.

She knew quite a bit about such things. No one would deliberately pry.

She knew full well that in these chaotic times, it was impossible to make money by playing by the rules. Everyone was doing their own thing.

The Kong family, the Chen family, the Song family, how many of them had legitimate businesses?

"So you want to...'

'Half in stocks, half in land.'

'Good!'

Song Ziyu happily agreed.

Zhang Yong then saw her off. He still had things to do. He couldn't waste time with her.

He took out the envelope Kong Fansong had given him.

There was a total of 1,000 US dollars inside. Hmm. This is a good deposit.

He took out the information. He found that the name of the traitor was Wei Heren. He was a senior accountant hired by the Kong family. He had worked for the Kong family for many years.

Because he was a trusted member of the Kong family, he had access to the metal master copy of the legal tender.

Before, no one in the Kong family suspected him.

It wasn't until the metal master template for legal tender was stolen and recovered that they were convinced that he was behind it.

To say that Kong Fansong hated him would be like saying that skin can't be peeled off and bones can't be fried to make a dish. However, this Wei Heren is also very astute. When things get out of hand, he immediately runs away.

'Studying abroad...'

'Running away...'

Zhang Yong frowned inwardly.

This is another tricky task.

Wei Heren has disappeared for many days. He may have already boarded the ship.

Seeing the situation was not good, he immediately fled.

As long as he runs abroad, he will basically be safe and worry-free.

Since the other party has experience studying abroad, he obviously will not be unfamiliar with boarding a ship. It is possible that he really ran away.

However, Zhang Yong cannot rely on speculation to get the job done.

If he simply relied on speculation, why would Kong Fansong pay him several thousand dollars?

If you want to see someone alive, you have to see their corpse.

It was exactly the same as Yang Junjian.

He put the information away and returned to the airbase. He had other tasks to attend to. Tomorrow, he would have to take Aoki Junshiro and Tian Yuman to Shanghai.

As it turned out, he had just returned to the base when Chen Shanben hurriedly came looking for him.

'Director Zhang, our team leader is missing.'

'Missing?'

Zhang Yong didn't think much of it.

He thought that they had just not been able to find him for a while.

Later, he realised that something was wrong. Could it be that something had happened to him?

Alas, why so many things?

Fortunately, it was a false alarm. Gao Yuanhang was quickly found.

It was Chen Shanben who was being oversensitive.

'Captain Gao, where were you just now?'

'Oh, I have a friend visiting Jinling, so I went to meet him for a bit.'

'What friend?'

'His name is Yin Taishi. A businessman from Korea.'

'Yin Taishi?'

'You know him?'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Strictly speaking, he had never met Yin Taishi.

However, he had once fought inside Yin Taishi's villa. Could this be considered knowing him?

Yin Taishi is actually friends with Gao Yuanhang?

Well, could it be that Gao Yuanhang is being targeted? Is Yin Taishi doing this on purpose?

'That would be great.'

'Captain Gao, how do you know Yin Taishi?'

'He is the vice president of the Korean Chamber of Commerce. He frequently travels between Jinling and Songhu. Once, my wife ran into him by accident...'

'Is that your second wife?'

'Yes.'

'I see.'

'What is it?'

'Captain Gao, let me be frank. This Yin Taishi is a Japanese lackey. He works for the Japanese secret service. I believe he approached you for a reason.'

'Huh?'

'From now on, don't have anything to do with him. Also, tell your wife not to have anything to do with him.'

'Okay.'

'Also, tell me Yin Taishi's address.'

'He is at the Korean Club.'

'I understand. Remember what I said. Otherwise, it will cause you a lot of trouble.'

'Thank you!'

Gao Yuanhang replied with awe.

Zhang Yong told him to leave first. Then he pondered in secret.

What is Yin Taishi doing in Jinling?

Is he simply doing business?

Or is he trying to help the Japanese secret service?

No.

This is a scourge. He must be taught a lesson.

Calculate the time. There is still one night to act. Perhaps we can block this Yintaixu in an alley.

Beat him unconscious. Then steal his money. This is his specialty.

We guarantee that when Yintaixu wakes up, he will be at a loss. He won't know who did it.

'Yang Zhi!'

'Here!'

'You go with the men and monitor Yintaixu. Report back at any time.'

'Yes!'

Yang Zhi promised and left.

Zhang Yong turned to Yang Lichu and said, 'Do you have a more detailed map of Jinling?'

'I'll have someone bring it.' Yang Lichu went to make the arrangements.

Soon afterwards, a large map of Jinling was hung on the wall.

Zhang Yong found the location of the Korean Club. He discovered that it was in the heart of Jinling's busiest downtown area.

It seems that this Yin Taishi is doing pretty well!

Under the rule of the Japanese invaders, he is also able to make a fortune. How can you say that the Japanese invaders are not white gloves?

'Wei Yong!'

'Here!'

'Change into civilian clothes!'

'Yes!'

Wei Yong went to make the arrangements.

Yang Lichu was a little worried. Zhang Yong is going to...

'What are you going to do?'

'Kidnap him.'

'What?'

'Arrest Yin Taishi.'

'And then?'

'Ask him for some funding.'

'You...'

'Don't worry. He is an accomplice to the Japanese spies. Last time, I had a fight with the Japanese spies in his house in the Shanghai concession. He dares not make a sound.'

'But...'

'Don't forget. I also have another identity. Liu Heizi.'

'What if...'

'As long as you don't go and tell on us, there is no what if. Our Third Bureau of Intelligence has no money at all right now. We are waiting for him to contribute!'

'Okay!'

Yang Lichu immediately lost her temper when it came to funding.

In fact, she also felt that this was unfair to Zhang Yong. How could there be no funding at all.

You want the cow to work, but you don't give it any grass. How is that possible?

Since Zhang Yong was told to raise his own funding, he could only find a way himself.

Is kidnapping illegal? Of course. But if the person kidnapped is an accomplice of the Japanese, then it is not illegal.

Besides...

The person kidnapped is Liu Heizi, what does it have to do with Zhang Yong?

What evidence do you have to say that Zhang Yong did it? Which of your eyes saw it?

'You have to help me,' Zhang Yong looked at Yang Lichu.

'Okay,' Yang Lichu replied.

'Really?'

'Deputy Chief Zhou was killed by accident, and I hate the Japanese...'

'Happy cooperation!'

Zhang Yong suddenly felt happy.

As long as Yang Lichu didn't go behind his back and snitch, then there would be no problem.

For some reason, when it came to doing the right thing, he was useless. But when it came to doing the wrong thing, he was self-taught.

And he was exceptionally motivated.

After a long day of running around, he still had unlimited energy in the evening, ready to interrogate Yoon Tae-seok.

'I'll just help you deal with the bad guys...'

'That's enough. There are too many bad guys in the world to catch them all!'

The man and woman joined forces and made their plans.

Jang Yong led the men out.

By now, night had fallen, which was the perfect opportunity for a covert operation.