Chapter 384: Twenty Years Later

Chen Longping went silent again.

Zhang Yong was taking advantage of him. He was also taking advantage of Zhang Yong.

He knew that Zhang Yong was very greedy.

It seemed that the driving force behind this guy's work was making money. He was obsessed with money.

Really...

I'm impressed.

I've never seen anyone so pure.

He is purely focused on money.

Those high-ranking officials are greedy for money, but at least they try to hide it. For example, they collect antiques and paintings.

Boss Dai is the same. He never accepts cash. He only wants antiques and paintings. He pretends to be cultured. He gets the benefits, but he is not accused of corruption.

It seems that Zhang Yong, on hearing 300,000 silver dollars, immediately opened his eyes wider than a bull's. To be honest, this is the first time Chen Longping has encountered such undisguised greed. It is really indescribable.

What's more, this guy's skills are really strange. He actually caught Chen Longping.

He wants to get out of it. He has to bleed.

To put it bluntly, he can either pay or die. There is no second way.

If you don't pay, don't even think about it. You will definitely die a violent death. It's the kind of death where no one can find the body. No one will ever be able to find it.

It's all been reduced to ashes, so how can they find it?

'It's fine. Take your time to think about it. Take your time to talk.' Zhang Yong is in no hurry.

The other party wants to test his patience. Fine. Let's see how long it takes.

He ordered Chen Longping to be tied up tightly and thrown into the toilet. Tied to the iron pipe in the toilet.

He ordered that he should not be given anything to eat or drink. He was not allowed to go to the toilet either.

What if he needs to go to the toilet? Never mind. Just poop in your pants. He is the only one who will be affected by the fumes.

And then...

It will be over in a few days.

For now, be a civilized person. Don't use violence.

Go and see Chen Shubao.

This guy's been beaten up pretty badly.

If you don't look closely, you can hardly tell that it's a human being. This is already the result of leniency.

Chen Longping is from the Chen family. He can't be beaten up for the time being. But Chen Shubao, well, beat him to death.

I, Zhang Yong, took a slap in the face, and you still want to get away with it?

Do you think I have no face?

'Spare me, spare me...' Chen Shubao was sniffling and crying, desperately begging for mercy.

He really knew he was in the wrong.

The other guy had a gun! It was obvious he was no pushover.

If you just shot him or gave him a knife, he would be dead.

Zhang Yong's face was set. He didn't say a word.

Well, my cheek still hurts a bit. After all, I got slapped.

Since coming to this world through time travel, he had never been slapped in the face before!

With this slap, he wanted to squeeze the other guy's corpse oil dry.

'I really know I was wrong, I really was wrong, I'm willing to compensate, I'll pay, I'll pay...'

'How much?'

'One hundred taels of silver!'

'Are you trying to fool a beggar?'

'Five hundred, five hundred!'

'Forget it. I have five hundred taels of silver myself. Do I need you to give it to me?'

'One thousand, one thousand!'

Chen Shubao gritted his teeth. He had asked for an astronomical price.

At that time, one thousand taels of silver was definitely a very large sum. The average person could not earn it in several lifetimes.

'10,000!'

'What?'

'10,000!'

Zhang Yong held up one finger.

Chen Shubao's face suddenly turned pale.

10,000 taels of silver!

My god!

How dare he ask for that!

However, could he refuse? Of course not.

Refusing would mean death.

He had no choice but to raise the money desperately. In the end, he managed to raise 5,000 silver dollars.

There was really nothing left.

'You can also trade other information for it. For example, information about Chen Longping.'

'Isn't Chen Longping your older brother? You must know something about him. You can sell it to me. Count it towards the 10,000 taels of silver.'

'I...'

'Beat him!'

Zhang Yong努努嘴.

Someone immediately dragged Chen Shubao into the next room and gave him a good beating.

'Ah...'

'Ah...'

Chen Shubao screamed desperately.

It was inhuman.

It was absolutely inhuman.

Finally, he screamed hysterically, 'I'll talk, I'll talk...'

and was dragged out.

Zhang Yong moved a chair over, sat on the other side, and faced Chen Shubao.

This Chen Shubao was not his focus at all. Chen Longping was the most important. And of course, there was the Black Island Dragon Chief behind Chen Longping.

'He, he has a secret warehouse on Taikang Road.'

'The exact address.'

'57 Taikang Road.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

He immediately led the men to 57 Taikang Road.

It was already night, but Zhang Yong was still full of energy.

Taikang Road was a busy area with people coming and going. Even though it was past 9 pm, there was no curfew yet.

Strictly speaking, there was no curfew in Jinling.

In peacetime, there was no such thing as a curfew. However, there would be more thorough checks.

If the checks were strict, naturally no one would go out on the streets.

If the checks are relaxed, naturally more people will go out.

On this side of Taikang Road, there are no military policemen in sight, which means that the checks here are relatively lax.

It's not hard to find No. 57.

It's a small, single-family house. Two storeys. It doesn't take up much space.

Open the door and go in. There's no one inside. But the environment is clean. Someone must clean it from time to time. This shows that it is being looked after.

Open all the rooms inside. There's quite a lot of stuff. There's perfume. There's red wine. There's coffee...

No tobacco was visible. It must be stored elsewhere.

A rough estimate: Perfume, wine, coffee and the like are worth about 50,000 yuan.

These are all high-end goods smuggled in from abroad. They are very valuable. But there needs to be a channel to realise their value. The average person cannot afford these things.

There is no cash.

Disappointed.

Zhang Yong actually doesn't want these things. He only wants US dollars, British pounds, gold bars. Silver notes are also fine.

However, none of this is available. There are only goods.

'Drip!'

'Drip!'

Suddenly, there was a car horn outside.

Zhang Yong went out to have a look. He saw a black car outside.

On closer inspection, it was a Cadillac.

Huh?

A Cadillac? Who?

However, the person in the car did not get out. The window remained closed.

Behind it, there were two other cars. One was an ordinary black car. The other was a truck. The kind that carries goods.

Confused.

What is this about? Are they here to deliver goods?

Then a man in a suit and leather shoes with gold-rimmed glasses steps out of the ordinary black car.

He walks up to the small house. He sees Zhang Yong. He looks him up and down. Then he hands Zhang Yong a large envelope.

Zhang Yong: ???

Instinctively, he reaches out and takes it.

Then he expertly opens it. He finds that it is full of banknotes.

'Fifty-seven thousand!'

'That's all there is!'

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses says imperiously.

Zhang Yong: ...

It seems like there's been a mistake somewhere.

This is ridiculous...

However, he immediately reacted. He skillfully hid the banknotes. Then he nodded.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses then waved his hand, and immediately a dozen people came in. They took away all the perfumes, coffee and red wine. Then they loaded it onto the truck. In a short while, it was all moved.

Zhang Yong: ...

I understand. It turns out that they came here to trade.

God is chasing after him to feed him. There's no way around it. He just happened to catch up. Then he handed over the money and received the goods.

The other party didn't care who he was. Anyway, I paid, so you have to give me the goods. As for who Zhang Yong is, it doesn't matter. They just need to get the goods.

Sure enough, the Cadillac drove off quickly.

Calm returned to the front of the small house. It was as if nothing had happened.

Only the goods inside the small house had been emptied.

Zhang Yong stood silently in the doorway. Suddenly he felt like laughing.

Fifty-seven thousand!

It wasn't a waste of time!

Suddenly, Zhang Yong's eyes flashed as he noticed an acquaintance.

Who?

Lü Wenheng!

It's him again!

His eyes narrowed. He looked closely. He noticed that Lü Wenheng was walking quickly with his head down. He was carrying something in his hand.

He frowned.

This guy has been very active lately!

He's been running around.

Is he busy re-organising the underground party organisation?

He didn't want to run into him. However, Zhang Yong soon noticed that someone was following Lü Wenheng.

Just one look was enough to confirm that they were from the Party Affairs Investigation Department.

Immediately, he stepped down from the steps.

He reached out his hand.

He stood in front of Lu Wenhan.

Lu Wenhan felt a chill inside, thinking that an enemy was standing in front of him.

Oh no!

He's surrounded by enemies.

He looked up and saw that it was Zhang Yong. He was looking at him in a language that was hard to describe.

'You...'

'Stop!'

Zhang Yong said to him.

At this point, Lu Wenhan calmed down instead.

After all, he was a veteran revolutionary. So he stood still. Waiting for Zhang Yong to come up and arrest him.

His expression was calm.

He was ready to die.

However, Zhang Yong did not move. Instead, he said, 'You're with the Party Affairs Investigation Department. Didn't you tell them that I'm protecting you?'

'What?' Lu Wenhan did not react for a moment.

'You pay me 20 silver dollars a year, and I'll protect you. No problem, right?'

'This...'

'Watch me take care of those guys!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand. Zhong Yang and the others immediately rushed up with their guns.

The secret agents from the Party Affairs Investigation Department who were following them immediately realised that something was wrong. They hurriedly turned around and ran. They ran really fast.

Damn it. It was actually the Fuxing Society.

They all knew very well. If they fell into the hands of the Fuxing Society, they would definitely be beaten up.

Ye Wansheng was beaten last time. He was beaten really badly.

Ye Wansheng is Ye Xiufeng's nephew. Even he couldn't handle it. How about them?

Zhong Yang and the others didn't catch up with him. But that was enough. They should have already known that Lu Wenhan was related to him.

They would definitely be more careful before taking action next time.

Otherwise...

Heh heh.

'What are you doing out so late at night? Curfew is at midnight, no joking around.'

'I'm out to get medicine.'

Sure enough, Lu Wenhan was carrying a medicine bag. And a prescription from the Spring Rejuvenation Hall.

Zhang Yong didn't know what urgent business he had. But he should have known. It was extremely risky for him to come out in person at this late hour.

'Where are you going? I'll give you a lift.'

'No, no.'

'Come on! It's not good if I'm late.'

'Well...'

Lü Wenhan hesitated.

In fact, he didn't really reject it. He also wanted to find out Zhang Yong's background.

He had already secretly inquired about Zhang Yong's information. But he knew very little. This guy had never appeared in any public reports.

Was he one of them? Definitely not.

Lü Wenheng has already checked with the higher authorities. Zhang Yong is not one of us.

However, this guy really does seem to be trying to help him in secret. So, he can't make a judgment. What exactly is Zhang Yong trying to do?

'Get in the car!'

'Okay!'

Lü Wenheng gets in the car.

There are only two people in the car. Zhang Yong is not afraid of suspicion either.

After being told off by Tang Shengming, he is now more courageous. Since Madam admires him so much, what is there to be afraid of?

What?

Someone said he was a member of the Red Party?

Whatever.

He didn't bother to defend himself.

It was just like the previous investigation into the red-clad female ghost.

No need for him to say a word, someone would naturally help him defend himself. And then turn the tables on the other party.

I guess even the Party Affairs Investigation Office wouldn't dare.

Even if they found out that Lu Wenhan was a real red party member, it would be fine. You motherfucker Xu Enzeng is a red party member yourself, and so is your wife. Your whole family is a red party member!

"Where to?'

'Bolo Street.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong drove.

They encountered a roadblock and showed their Fuxing Society passes.

They even ran into Gu Bafeng.

The director was actually quite busy. He was still on duty in the middle of the night. His eyes were bloodshot.

'Are there any more red-clad female ghosts?'

'What do you think?'

'Haha. If there are, we'll catch them again!'

'Next time, you have to leave us a chance. You can't hog all the fun!'

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong continued driving.

He greeted people along the way. Almost all of them were acquaintances.

They had cooperated before in catching the red-clad female ghost. Even if they didn't know their names, they remembered their faces.

Lu Wenheng asked, 'What is the red-clad female ghost?'

'Oh, a group of Japanese people disguised as her. They wanted to create panic.'

'Japanese people?'

'Yes. The culprit was a man named Miyamoto Teguma. He was killed in an explosion by the river the other night.'

'So you were catching Japanese people at that time?'

'Yes. What else would I be doing at the river? It cost me a total of 10,000 taels of silver.'

'Why so much?'

'The reward! That guy was always too smart for us. We had to offer a reward. We got the whole Fish Gang involved. It was only after a lot of hard work that we finally managed to track him down. Then I gave Li Jingqian a stack of banknotes and asked her to find me some really good people. Otherwise, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to withstand the retaliation from those Japanese invaders.'

'You knew Li Jingqian?'

'I didn't know her before. But I know her younger sister, Li Jingzhi. She's in Shanghai. She's suspected of being a communist. Later, our team leader was afraid something would happen to her, so he arrested her. Then he simply let her join the telecommunications team, so she could learn telegraphy. As long as she had work to do, she wouldn't cause trouble.'

'Have you been arresting Japanese spies the whole time?'

'Yes. Apart from arresting Japanese spies, I don't know anything else. Our boss, Dai, told me to arrest the Red Party climber, but I don't know anything about that either. This matter has been dragging on.'

'So what are you doing out here in the middle of the night?'

'There's a Japanese spy called Kuroshima Ryuzo. He says he's a member of the Japanese imperial family and is stirring up trouble here...'

'Are the Japanese spies really that rampant?'

'You Reds haven't had any direct contact with them, so of course you don't feel it. Just wait a few years and you'll see.'

'I'm not a Red.'

'Forget it. If you and Li Jingqian aren't Reds, I'll cut off my head for you. Li Jingqian has actually been exposed. She had a gunfight with someone from the Party Affairs Investigation Department last time. She's definitely been remembered. The agents from the Party Affairs Investigation Department have excellent eyesight. They can remember someone after just one look. If she goes out and about again, she risks being arrested.'

Zhang Yong didn't beat around the bush with the other person either.

It was pointless.

As it turned out, some things are better said face to face.

There was silence.

'You're not one of us.'

'No.'

'Then why are you helping me?'

'I want to curry favour with you.'

'What?'

'In ten years' time, the world will be yours, the Red Party. I'm trying to curry favour with you now to secure a better future for myself. It's only reasonable, isn't it?'

'This is our most difficult time, and you're still optimistic about us?'

'It's better to give aid in times of need than to add flowers to a brocade. If I curry favour with you now, I'll get even more in the future, right?'

'Aren't you afraid of an internal investigation?'

'I'm not a Red. What's there to be afraid of?'

'You...'

Lü Wenheng suddenly felt that this guy was really something. He didn't know what to say.

No matter which side you're on, you can't think of this guy as a Red. Really. He just doesn't give off the vibe of a Red. And yet he's so optimistic about the Reds.

It's a really absurd feeling.

There's no reason for it! But it's not a trap.

If the other person wants to catch him, there's no need for a trap.

'But the next few years will be difficult...'

'What?'

'The Japanese will definitely invade. We will have to fight them face to face. It's hard to say if we will survive until victory.'

'What do you mean by invade?'

'The Military Senate has a simulation of a full-scale Japanese invasion of China. Pingjin, Songhu, Jinling, Guangzhou and other places will fall. The Japanese will fight their way to Wuhan...'

'Simulation?'

'Yes. The Military Senate simulated it. The situation is very bad.'

'I see.'

Lü Wenheng nodded thoughtfully.

Zhang Yong suddenly felt that the excuse of the Military Senate was very good!

Because the Military Senate really has all kinds of plans. All kinds of ideas. Simulation is one of them.

It's supposed to be a Senate!

Of course you have to guess boldly and propose all kinds of possibilities!

The car arrived at Boluo Street.

Zhang Yong stopped the car.

Lü Wenheng got out of the car.

'Boss Lui. Wait a minute,' Zhang Yong called out.

'What do you say?' Lui Man-hon turned around.

Zhang Yong handed him a large envelope.

It was fresh and hot, just received. Inside was a bank draft for 57,000.

Lui Man-hon was puzzled.

'This is a loan from me to you. Not to you. It's for the organisation behind you.'

'What?'

'If you're still alive in 20 years, you'll have to pay it back double. If you're sacrificed, consider it a gift from me.'

'What?'

'Let's go!'

Zhang Yong drove off.

Lü Wenheng opened the envelope with confusion.

Inside was a stack of banknotes.

It was very thick.

There were many of them.

He: ...

Twenty years from now?