Chapter 359: Have you brought back a god of wealth?

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather gradually cooled.

As long as there were no late-summer heatwaves to disturb the peace, the next few months would be free of sweat.

For agents who often worked outdoors, this was truly good news.

The fashionable ladies on the street were also wearing trench coats.

Zhang Yong sat on a small bench on the street, leisurely looking at the tall and beautiful women passing by.

What a feast for the eyes!

It is worthy of being an international metropolis.

There are so many beautiful women of all kinds. There are women from every country.

Mixed-race beauties look especially beautiful.

Feeling...

Once upon a time, he was just the most humble existence in this metropolis.

However, now, he can already sit inside an elegant café, leisurely looking at the beautiful women passing by outside.

If he wanted to, he could throw the money he had in his hand down and have a more than 50% chance of getting the girl. This made him feel a little smug. And a little giddy.

A little man with a big ego, just like everyone else. In ancient times, there was even Fan Jin who passed the imperial examinations. They were all crazy.

He wasn't crazy. He felt that he had his emotions under control. He wasn't rushing out into the street to grab women.

Of course, that wasn't the most crucial reason.

The crucial thing was that he wouldn't easily seek death. He didn't want to die so soon.

Behind the lights and glamour of the big city, there was a lot of darkness. Beyond the clinking of glasses and the dazzling lights, there were all the dark muzzles of guns.

If he didn't want to die, he had to keep a low profile.

Otherwise, what happened to Zhang Xiaolin? He would have been killed just the same.

Right now, Zhang Yong had a hundred thousand dollar bonus on his head!

The nightingale was on the phone.

She also chose this café.

The guests inside have been politely asked to leave.

Today, the entire bill will be paid by Master Zhang.

Leave quickly. No need to pay. You've earned it today.

Every corner of the café. All the entrances are guarded by agents from the Fuxing Society. There are more than 50 of them.

To be on the safe side, Zhang Yong has brought three teams out. Cao Mengqi is also here.

He was worried that the Nightingale might try something. Japanese spies were all very cunning, and he didn't think he was smart enough to do it alone, so he had to round up some help.

There were snipers in ambush on the high ground diagonally opposite. There were also light machine guns.

He didn't know how to do anything else. But seizing high ground and deploying snipers were things that everyone knew how to do in the future.

After all, he had watched some spy dramas and a lot of shootouts.

Unfortunately, there were no real sniper rifles.

In this era, scopes were definitely a rare commodity. He asked many people, but none had any.

The entire military arsenal of the Restoration Society did not have any.

Tang Shengming's prepared arsenal did not have any either. You couldn't buy them either.

It seemed that no one valued this thing.

After all, scopes were very expensive. They were also very fragile. If you weren't careful, you could damage them.

If you used the scope like Shunliu, after three days at most, the scope would be useless. Every time you had to calibrate it, it was time-consuming.

'I've finished making the call,'

The nightingale returned to Zhang Yong's side. She sat down gracefully.

Although she was a female spy, she was indeed very graceful. She could be considered one of the high-end women of her era.

In fact, the spy industry was originally a high-end profession.

Without a special talent, if you wanted to be a spy, you were just asking to die a quick death.

As for him, he had completely stumbled into the profession.

He was the apple that had fallen into the game board by accident. He couldn't control himself.

He would bump into whoever he bumped into...

'Sit!'

'Thank you!'

'If you want something to eat, order it yourself. It's on me.'

'It's rare for Captain Zhang to be so polite. You probably want to get some information out of me.'

'You're mistaken. I don't want to ask you anything. I want to share something with you. Actually, I want to show off to someone.'

'Sure. I'm a very good listener.'

'I'll whisper it in your ear. The night before last, I was in Jinling and I screwed over Miyamoto Teguma.'

'What? You mean Miyamoto Teguma?'

The nightingale was shocked.

Of course she knew the name.

This Miyamoto Teguma was one of the most powerful people in the Miyamoto family.

The other Miyamoto people, such as Miyamoto Ashiro, Miyamoto Mimi and Miyamoto Hiron, were also very capable.

In fact, these female Japanese spies all respected the Miyamoto family very much. Because they were indeed very outstanding. Very capable.

In her impression, it seems that this Miyamoto Teguma has never suffered any losses?

Even the head of the secret service seems unable to command them. Because their rank is really too high.

Unexpectedly, he was actually tricked by Zhang Yong?

How is that possible?

'Yes. It's him. For a while, he was dressed as a dirty beggar. For a while, he was wearing a red suit. He's just too much.'

'You...'

The nightingale was convinced that Zhang Yong was talking about Miyamoto Teguma.

Because that guy, in addition to being extremely powerful, did have some perverted hobbies. The same was true when it came to women.

'What did you do to him?'

'I took a handbag he was carrying.'

'What was in it?'

'There were US dollars, British pounds, and silver notes. Lots of them.'

'Huh?'

The Nightingale's eyes darted around.

To be honest, he didn't believe Zhang Yong's words.

He felt that Zhang Yong might be lying to her. He was deliberately weaving a seductive story.

The aim was to lure her into a trap.

This was the same tactic spies used to obtain information.

However, when she saw Zhang Yong's greedy eyes, she immediately believed him.

This guy, he must have succeeded. He was completely unabashed in his greed! And he was unabashed in his gloating after succeeding.

Poor guy...

Teguma Miyamoto actually fell for it?

But...

Wait!

Where did Miyamoto Teguma get all that money?

The Miyamoto family is very good at fighting. But, frankly, they really don't know how to make money.

'He doesn't have that much money.'

'Yoon Tae-seok, do you know him?'

'I've heard of him.'

'He went out with Yoon Tae-seok. The Korean Club, you know? They went out just after ten at night. They were sneaky. And they took so much money.'

'The two of them? They didn't bring anyone else?'

'Yes. Just the two of them. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had a chance.'

'Strange...'

'Not really. There's something you probably don't know yourself. Yoon Tae-seok is actually Japanese.'

'Huh?'

The nightingale frowned.

Yoon Tae-seok is also Japanese?

Is there such a thing? She really didn't know.

She knew Yoon Tae-seok. She thought he was a Korean who had defected to the Empire of Japan.

Unexpectedly, he was actually Japanese.

But...

'You lied to me again?'

'What's the point of lying? He's Japanese.'

'What happened next?'

'Yin Taishi provided the money for Miyamoto Teguma. The two of them went out alone, presumably on a secret mission.'

'Hm...'

'Miyamoto Teguma personally going out must be a very secret mission. Very high-end.'

'How much money was there?'

'Fifteen thousand US dollars. Ten thousand pounds. One hundred and fifty thousand taels of silver.'

'What?'

Nightingale was surprised.

She also felt that the figure was a bit large.

Little did she know that this was already the figure after Zhang Yong had swallowed half of it.

Zhang Yong repeated it.

Nightingale regained her composure.

With that much cash and going out in the middle of the night, what was the purpose?

She guessed a few possibilities. But she didn't say anything. She didn't want to provide free information to Zhang Yong. She just needed to be a good listener.

'You didn't arrest anyone?'

'I thought about it.'

'Why didn't you?'

'I'm no match for Miyamoto Teguma. So I gave up.'

Zhang Yong told the truth.

Nightingale was a smart person. He couldn't fool her.

Under the circumstances, he really wasn't sure he could provoke Miyamoto Teguma. In the end, he decided to run away.

'You...'

Nightingale paused.

She suddenly felt that this guy in front of her was actually not easy to deal with.

Why?

Because he was afraid of death. He was cautious. He was willing to let go.

If it had been someone else, they might have really pounced on him, trying to catch him red-handed.

In that case, there would have been many possible outcomes.

In the darkness, Miyamoto Teguma might really have been able to kill Zhang Yong. Or deal a heavy blow to the Fuxing Society.

With Miyamoto Teguma's abilities, it would be completely fine to kill a few Fuxing Society agents in the dark. If Zhang Yong got carried away and refused to give up, it would be entirely possible for the group to be wiped out.

Unfortunately, this guy didn't continue.

He just took the money and ran.

Poor Miyamoto Teguma probably didn't even know why the money he brought was gone.

He might suspect that it was stolen by a thief. And then vent his anger at the thief in Jinling.

Fortunately, Miyamoto Teguma doesn't know the truth. Otherwise, he might spit blood.

If someone else knows the truth, I'm afraid he will be so ashamed that he will commit suicide.

If it was taken by a thief, it can be said to be careless.

If it was taken by the Fuxing Society, that would be a real shame.

A mantis preys on a cicada, and a crow is behind it. Miyamoto Teguma actually didn't realise that someone was following him. He's a member of the Miyamoto family, after all. How could he be so careless?

He looked at Zhang Yong suspiciously. He hesitated to speak.

'Go ahead and ask!'

'I'm curious. How come Miyamoto didn't notice you?'

'Because I wasn't following him.'

'Then how did you know where he parked?'

'I just happened to.'

'You're not telling the truth.'

'Really. Think about it yourself. Do you think I'm capable of following Miyamoto Temma without being discovered?'

'This...'

The nightingale frowned.

It seemed that what he said was correct.

In fact, that was also her judgment.

Zhang Yong could not have followed Miyamoto Temma. So, did he really just happen to?

But this is just too much of a coincidence, isn't it?

There were so many cars on the street, and you just happened to run into Miyamoto's car? And just happened to be that Miyamoto wasn't in the car. And just happened to be the brief moment when he left the car?

She began to doubt her own judgment.

There were just too many coincidences. So many coincidences that she couldn't explain them.

Unless...

His luck was just too good!

Now that she thought about it, this guy's luck was really too good.

Including her own capture.

She still can't figure out how Zhang Yong found her.

In theory, she had hidden herself well. She had cut off all contact with other people. Even the person she summoned to help her was completely unaware of her identity.

But just as she got into the car, the other person appeared. And then they arrested her.

Very precise.

Prepared in advance.

It shows that the other person had been targeting her for a long time. And she hadn't noticed a thing. What does this mean? That she's stupid? She absolutely disagrees.

She could say that either the other person was extremely lucky, or that they were extremely clever.

Now she was increasingly convinced that it was the latter.

It seemed that they were completely clueless. They knew nothing. In fact, they were extremely clever.

She despised them!

She hated people who pretended to be stupid, especially this one in front of her!

She glared at him fiercely.

Zhang Yong: ?

What kind of look is that? I didn't hit you.

Anyway, I've been gentle with you. Last time, I even beat up Kawaguchi Kagami.

Could it be that you female Japanese spies all have a special penchant for being severely beaten up? If that's the case, I can cooperate. I can do it right now...

'Who exactly are you?'

'What?'

'You're obviously very capable, so why do you pretend to be ignorant?'

'Me?'

'Yes!'

'If I told you that I came back from the year 2023, would you believe me?'

'Yes.'

'Huh?'

'I understand now. You have multiple personalities. You have multiple personalities.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was confused.

Could it be interpreted like that? Was he overthinking it?

Well, people with high IQs like to overthink things. Just let her fill in the blanks herself.

'Zhang Xiaolin's hiding place.'

'Blindfold me.'

'What?'

'I don't know where it is. I can only help you find it based on my own memory.'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong took a black cloth and blindfolded her.

Since the other party was willing to cooperate, he was very gentle. Frankly speaking, he was more or less eroded by the other party's beauty.

'Where is the first step?'

'Take me to the entrance of the Jiutian Nightclub. The front of the car faces east.'

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong arranged according to her instructions.

Soon, the group arrived at the Jiutian Nightclub. It was still open for business.

However, the boss was no longer Zhang Xiaolin. He had already sold the club. The buyer was a trusted associate of Huang Jinrong.

Huang Jinrong and Zhang Xiaolin were close. As were they and Du Yuesheng. The three of them often worked together in private. Zhang Xiaolin's temporary move of the club was also a clever move. After the storm had passed, it would not be too late to take it back. No one could find fault with it.

'Which way?'

'To the Peace Hotel.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong waves his hand.

The convoy sets off for the Peace Hotel.

The nightingale listens carefully to the surroundings. It seems to be looking for something.

'I'm curious.'

'Go ahead.'

'You were supposed to be spying on Zhang Xiaolin, right? Why did he take you to the hiding place and you still had to wear a mask?'

'I hadn't revealed that I was Japanese yet.'

'What happened next?'

'Afterwards, he secretly warned me to be on my guard.'

'You're willing to support someone like this? Aren't you afraid that he will turn against you one day, given his ambitions?'

'If we support someone else, will they not turn against us?'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong was at a loss for words.

She had a good point, and he was at a loss for words.

The truth was:

how can someone who would betray their own country be trusted? He was no better than Lu Bu!

Lu Bu was at most a three-time family servant. But some people don't care if they're an eight-time family servant!

'That's true!'

Zhang Yong said he had learned his lesson.

The Japanese were also pitiful. What kind of people were they bribing?

In the end, the Wang puppet government gradually stopped listening. It can be seen that these bribed people are unreliable.

'Lower the window.'

'Why?'

'I want to hear the sounds outside. Listen for me too. If someone shouts, 'Selling newspapers...''

'Selling newspapers!'

'Selling newspapers!'

Just then, a loud voice came from somewhere.

Zhang Yong turned his head. He realised that they were at a street corner. There was a newspaper stand there.

He raised his binoculars. He could actually see the newspaper stand selling the newspaper 'Social News'. Huh? Could this be the newspaper stand that Shi Bingdao had arranged? While selling newspapers, he could also keep an eye on the surrounding movements.

'This should be the voice,' the Nightingale said cautiously.

'Then what?' Zhang Yong frowned.

Just the sound of a newspaper seller, you can't tell the direction!

The sound is coming from more or less the same direction. It's too difficult to locate the sound. He, Zhang Yong, definitely can't do it.

Can the Nightingale do it?

Damn. Are these female spies all so cocky?

'Keep going!'

'There are three intersections, which one?'

'Straight ahead.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong told the driver to go straight. Cross the intersection.

This seems to be a very narrow alley. It's actually not a main road. Very few cars drive in.

Could she have made a mistake?

Suddenly, she smells an unpleasant stench...

'This is the place!' Nightingale says. "It smells like a slaughterhouse. Go through here and turn left.'

'Hurry, hurry, hurry..." Zhang Yong waves his hands feebly.

At the same time, he covers his nose tightly.

No way. It stinks.

Slaughterhouse. Do they even have sewage treatment?

Don't think about it...

Finally, they manage to squeeze out of the alley. They turn left at the intersection.

Huh?

Have we actually returned to Sima Road?

Is this a coincidence?

'We're on Sima Road,' Zhang Yong reminds him.

'I don't know what road it is. Just keep going straight,' the nightingale says, 'until you come across a tram crossing...'

'A tram?'

'Yes. Look around to see if there are any tram tracks.'

'Okay...'

Zhang Yong looks carefully. He doesn't see any.

So he continues driving. After more than a kilometre, he sees the tram tracks.

Yes, there are tram intersections here.

'And?'

'Let me think.'

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong remained silent.

Meanwhile, he silently observed his surroundings.

Huaizhou Bookstore was still in ruins. It had not yet been cleared out.

On the other hand, the nearby New Era Photo Studio seemed to be doing quite a good business. There were a steady stream of people coming to have their photos taken.

Looking back, he felt some emotion.

This was his first encounter with the Red Party. Unfortunately, it seemed to have gradually drifted apart...

He has not been in contact with Shi Bingdao for a long time now. Shi Bingdao has not sought him out either.

Alas...

He is not very welcome!

Suddenly, a red dot enters the map range. Zhang Yong hastily brings his attention back.

A Japanese spy?

Moving quickly?

Looks like it's on top of a tram?

Zhang Yong raises his binoculars and quickly locates the target.

However, the tram is coming head-on, and there are many people on board. He cannot accurately distinguish which one is the Japanese spy.

It wasn't until the tram had passed in front of him and he was able to look at it from the side that he realised that the spy was actually the tram conductor. Hey. This is a story. The spy is disguised as a tram conductor? What's he up to?

"Keep going!'

'Okay!'

'Drive slowly. I want to smell the scallion pancakes.'

'Okay!'

The convoy of trams continued to move forward.

Zhang Yong held his binoculars up and looked at the streets on either side.

Scallion pancakes?

Could it be a snack bar?

It had better be a fixed shop. If it's a stall, it'll be trouble.

Fortunately, Nightingale's memory is really good. She still remembers after such a long time. There really is a snack bar up ahead. The owner is frying scallion pancakes.

Sure enough, soon afterwards, the smell of scallion pancakes is detected.

'Yes!'

'This is the place. Keep going! Turn left up ahead.'

'Wait.'

'What for?'

'I'm getting off to buy some scallion pancakes. I'm hungry.'

Zhang Yong ordered the car to stop.

He went to buy scallion pancakes.

The freshly-baked scallion pancakes were golden and fragrant, and he couldn't resist.

He bought the entire stock in one go.

With money, you can be as selfish as you like.

There was enough for everyone. There was definitely enough to go around.

He handed the nightingale one.

'Put it away. Don't block my sense of smell.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong readily accepted her advice.

She was a professional. For the time being, he would listen to her.

When it came to professional skills, he had almost none. When he encountered such a master, of course he had to adopt the correct attitude.

Even though they were enemies. But this enemy's various special agent skills were indeed much better than his.

Continue driving.

Turn left up ahead. Another narrow alley.

Zhang Yong subconsciously covered his nose. He was afraid that there would be another stench or something inside.

'Don't cover your nose.'

'Why?'

'I smell peanut brittle.'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong's eyes lit up.

Peanut brittle? He loved it! He loved it when he was a kid.

Unfortunately, his family was poor, so he didn't get to eat it very often. Later, when he became a small-town police officer, he made a few dollars a month, barely enough to eat. Still couldn't afford it.

Now he's rich. But he's always on the go. He never stops moving. He'd forgotten about peanut brittle.

Hey, when I run into it this time, I have to buy ten catties.

No, a hundred catties. I'll take it back to the office. I'll let everyone try it.

Sure enough, as they continued driving, the smell of the peanut candy grew stronger and stronger.

'Stop the car!'

'Yes!'

'This is the place!'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong immediately ordered the car to stop. He reached out and untied the black cloth.

The nightingale got out of the car quickly. He looked around carefully.

'Hurry!'

'Hurry!'

The others quickly got out of the car. They hid their weapons in their arms. Then they deployed a perimeter security.

Wei Yong carried a Mauser rifle. He seized the commanding heights.

Cao Mengqi, armed with a Thompson submachine gun, blocked the intersection. No one was allowed to enter.

As soon as Zhang Yong got out of the car, he saw a shop selling peanut brittle. He didn't care about anything else. He walked over first.

Buy, buy, buy!

Buy it all! Buy it all!

He filled the boot of the car. He was completely satisfied.

He spent a total of 30 taels of silver.

A small sum. Worth it.

He happily chewed on the peanut brittle and waited for the Nightingale's guidance.

'This is the right house.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Immediately Zhong Yang led the men inside. They searched everywhere.

No one lived in this house. It seemed to have been abandoned. Where would Zhang Xiaolin hide the money?

Could it have already been transported?

After all, he might be afraid that the nightingale knows, so he secretly moved it?

Perhaps today's trip was a waste of time.

But it didn't matter. There were peanuts to eat. A wasted trip was a wasted trip. It didn't matter.

Pop!

Crushed a peanut candy.

Crispy! It's so fragrant and delicious! It's just impossible to stop eating.

I really want to take the boss back to the office and let him work in the canteen. Every day, he would just make peanut candy and peanut pastries...

'You...'

The nightingale paused.

Zhang Yong held up a peanut candy and was about to feed it to her.

As long as he finds Zhang Xiaolin's treasure, he can give her a little preferential treatment. He's even willing to give her peanut pastries.

'I don't want it!'

The nightingale shook her head. Then she entered the house.

Zhang Yong did not go in.

Leave it to the professionals.

He knows nothing. And he has no powers of observation. He would only get in the way.

If Zhang Xiaolin's treasure was still there, they would definitely find it. Zhong Yang, Cao Mengqi and the others actually have quite good powers of observation.

He would just enjoy the peanut brittle. All he had to do was collect the money later.

'Captain, we've found it!' Sure enough, a few minutes later Zhong Yang brought the good news.

'Good,' Zhang Yong said, and then he walked in.

Sure enough, he saw a wooden box dug up. There was still dirt on it.

Huh, it was buried in the dirt? An old-fashioned method.

But he wasn't interested.

Because what was buried in the dirt was definitely ocean.

Was ocean valuable? Of course. But what he wanted wasn't ocean. It was something even more valuable.

For example, US dollars, British pounds, silver certificates, gold bars, and so on.

Even if it is a box of ocean dollars, it is only about 3,000 at most. Ten boxes is only 30,000. A hundred boxes is only 300,000.

Would Zhang Xiaolin bury a hundred boxes of ocean dollars? No way...

'Boom!'

The second box was dug up.

It was covered in mud. It seemed like it had been buried for a long time.

Then the third box...

Then the fourth box...

At the beginning, Zhang Yong was still eating peanut brittle with relish. No emotion at all. But when the tenth box was dug up, he finally reacted.

This Zhang Xiaolin really did consider this place a cornucopia. He had buried ten boxes of silver dollars?

Wow! 30,000 silver dollars! That's enough.

At least, this trip wasn't a waste. He could buy a lot of peanut brittle...

Rambling thoughts.

'Boom!'

'Boom!'

Box after box of silver dollars were dug out.

Soon there were more than 20 boxes. But there were still more down there. There was still a long way to go.

Meanwhile, the first box of silver dollars had also been counted. It wasn't 3,000. It was 5,000. And they were all in envelopes. 50 in each envelope. There were 100 envelopes in total.

So the wooden box was very heavy. It was very difficult for the two of them to carry it. After all, the weight of 5,000 silver dollars was already well over 200 pounds.

'Why are there only silver dollars?'

'What? You're not satisfied?'

'It's not a question of satisfaction...'

Zhang Yong muttered.

They're all silver dollars, I can't swallow them all!

There's very little space on me. I can't possibly store a large amount of silver dollars. Alas...

I have to hand them over.

Another big loss.

'Then we can have a good chat now.'

'Go ahead.'

'You said before that you would let me go if I paid 100,000 silver dollars. Now that's enough.'

'Fine. You can go!'

'You really will let me go?'

'Of course.'

Zhang Yong nodded.

That's about it. She can go back.

Catch her next time.

If she's still in this business.

'You...'

Nightingale was a little incredulous instead.

She felt that Zhang Yong definitely wasn't that honest. He couldn't possibly really let her go.

Perhaps, as soon as she turned around, he would shoot.

'You can call Lin Xiaoyan and have her come and get you. But only she herself can come.'

'What if you arrest her too?'

'Believe it or not, that's up to you. I've already given you your chance.'

'I...'

Ye Ying was torn between heaven and earth. It was a difficult decision.

In the end, she decided to call Kamagawa Kyoko. They had a secret way of contacting each other.

'I'll come and get you.'

'Will he...'

'So what if he does?'

Kamagawa Kyoko hung up the phone.

The nightingale stood there, torn between anxiety and relief. For the first time, she felt very nervous.

She hadn't been that nervous when she was caught. Now that she was about to be released, she was nervous as if she were about to suffocate.

Zhang Yong didn't care about her.

He was only concerned about how many silver dollars Zhang Xiaolin had buried.

It seemed that they had already dug up thirty boxes.

Could there be more?

If they really dug up a hundred boxes, that would be shocking.

'Boom!'

'Boom!'

A box was dug up.

Another box was dug up. There was no time to deal with the soil.

Forty...

Fifty...

Finally, there were none left.

It was confirmed, there were fifty boxes of silver dollars. There was nothing else.

All were silver dollars. There were Yuan Datou. There were also Yingyang. There were also some unmarked silver dollars. They might have been privately minted.

'Two hundred and fifty thousand...'

'Two hundred and fifty thousand...'

Zhang Yong's expression was strange.

He felt like crying. Really.

He remembered a line from a movie: I was so scared that I didn't dare spend a single cent!

If he were in that situation now, he would say: I was so dumb that I didn't swallow a single one!

So many silver dollars, wasted on someone else's wedding...

Damn it, can I exchange them for a Blue Sky and White Sun Medal? Who has made a greater contribution than I?

I'm depressed.

I called Li Boqi.

If I have to hand them in, I'll hand them in to Li Boqi first.

'How much?' Li Boqi was shocked too.

'250,000,' Zhang Yong replied loudly, "all in cash. 50 boxes! 5,000 in each box!'

'You..." Li Boqi didn't know what to say.

Maybe he had misjudged the person at the beginning?

Instead of recruiting an agent, he had actually recruited a godsend?

250,000 in cash, he couldn't imagine how much that was. Because he had never seen it either. This was really something.

'Bring it all back!'

'Yes!'

'Be careful on the road!'

'Okay!'

'Act quickly!'

'Yes. Oh yes, I promised the nightingale I'd let her go.'

'It's up to you.'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong felt relieved.

Fifty crates of silver were really useful. It didn't matter if he let people go.

He ordered that all the silver be loaded onto the truck.

Then he left.

Leaving the nightingale alone in the wind.