Chapter 407: The child is teachable

Soon, Zhang Yong found that he was wrong.

The 28,000 taels of silver weighed a full 1,600 catties. That's 800 kilograms in modern times.

Even though he had three carts, it was very difficult.

With great difficulty, he managed to pull all the silver back to the cart and horse shop.

Along the way, there was a red dot tracking him the whole time.

The other party was very clever. They didn't walk in a straight line. They didn't follow too closely either.

The closest they got to Zhang Yong was 150 metres away. Obviously. This was a master, someone who knew how to read wheel marks.

Because of the large amount of heavy silver dollars, the three cars that Chen Gongshu prepared for Zhang Yong were very difficult to handle. The tyre marks should be very deep. Someone who observes closely would easily find their way here.

In fact, the red dot stopped about 100 metres from the car and horse riding shop. It may be observing.

What a master. Very careful.

Unfortunately, he doesn't know that he has been discovered. And Zhang Yong is quietly bringing people closer.

This Japanese soldier who is following them may have binoculars. Therefore, Zhang Yong and the others dare not force them too close. However, under Zhang Yong's arrangement, the encirclement has already formed.

Finally, the target is seen through the binoculars. It is a young man. In his twenties. Wearing a Chinese short coat. And pulling a rickshaw. Obviously this is a disguise.

Zhang Yong and Cao Mengqi exchange glances. Cao Mengqi nods. Zhang Yong then walks out.

He wants to get close to the Japanese spy.

If the Japanese spy makes any sudden movements, Cao Mengqi will shoot immediately.

Zhang Yong has great trust in Cao Mengqi. He is also very confident in Cao Mengqi's marksmanship.

He pretended to be weak and walked towards the Japanese spy.

The Japanese spy was still very vigilant and immediately noticed Zhang Yong.

And then...

There was no then.

After just one glance, he judged that Zhang Yong was not a threat.

Zhang Yong looked like just an ordinary person. Definitely not a secret agent who had undergone rigorous training.

Of course there was no need to be on guard against such a mere passer-by.

The distance was getting closer and closer.

Zhang Yong waved his hand at the rickshaw. Tell him to come over. Indicate that he wants a ride.

The Japanese spy does not move.

He does not want to solicit business.

He still needs to keep an eye on his target. And wait for backup to arrive.

He has left a signal on the road. The people behind him will follow the signal and surround the target. And then capture the target.

Pulling out so much cash all of a sudden is definitely not normal.

The Maochuan residence feels very suspicious.

If it is suspicious, it must be investigated. And someone must be arrested.

Zhang Yong approaches the target.

The target does not pay any attention to him.

'Car...'

'No time!'

The Japanese spy responded stiffly.

Zhang Yong looked surprised. Helplessly, he walked past him.

It was as if he were saying, you're not doing business anymore?

The Japanese spy didn't care.

Zhang Yong had no weapon in his hand. Not even a wooden stick.

So when Zhang Yong walked past him, he didn't care. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. Behind him, it seemed like...

Shit!

He's been attacked.

Son of a bitch...

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

The hawthorn stick in Zhang Yong's hand had already smashed down.

[Skill] [Bludgeoning]

[Level] [LV10

[Evaluation] [Perfect]

Japanese spy: !@#¥%...

Myriad thoughts flashed through his mind, eventually coalescing into two words:

Baka!

Unfortunately, he was unable to say those words, and he fainted.

Zhang Yong put away the hawthorn stick. He drew his gun.

He wanted to prevent the enemy from making a last-ditch effort. Or rather, to prevent the enemy from breaking out of the net.

His individual combat effectiveness was really worrying. It had been a completely unprovoked attack. If a fight broke out, it would be bad.

Fortunately, the Japanese spy did not wake up.

The blow had knocked him out cold.

He was a little worried about a concussion...

Zhong Yang and the others rushed up and quickly carried the Japanese spy away. At the same time, the rickshaw was pulled away.

Zhang Yong stayed where he was, waiting for more spies to fall for the trap.

There should be reinforcements behind the spies. There couldn't be just one person.

Sure enough, after half an hour of ambushing, five more red dots appeared one after the other. There were also many small white dots.

Zhang Yong quietly withdrew.

There were quite a lot of enemies coming. He couldn't defeat them all by himself. He could only run.

Soon, the enemies who had arrived behind him came to the place where the spies had been ambushed. They looked around suspiciously. Obviously, they couldn't find anything.

The footprints on the ground were very messy. Something seems to have happened?

But there is nothing unusual around! It's quiet.

What should I do?

Confused...

I dare not search around either. I'm afraid of an ambush.

I had to retreat angrily. Then I left two people here to continue observing.

Over there, Zhang Yong had already begun interrogating the Japanese spy.

The Japanese spy was awakened.

'You, from the Maochuan Mansion?' Zhang Yong asked.

'That's right. I'm from the Shokawa residence. Who are you? How dare you offend us Japanese?' The spy was still mouthing off.

Zhang Yong took out the special shoe insole.

Pa pa!

Pa pa!

He gave him a good beating.

Both sides of his face were beaten to look like a pig's head.

Because his cheeks were so swollen, the spy's eyes narrowed.

'You...'

'Hagya! What's so great about the Shokawa residence?'

'You...'

'Baka! What is Shundei Maekawa?'

'You...'

The Japanese spy was shocked and angry.

He was shocked because the other person seemed to have a lot of clout.

He wasn't even afraid of the Maekawa residence.

He was angry because it seemed like they were on the same side. Why did they beat him?

I'm Japanese too...

Oh, the other person doesn't know.

'I'm Japanese, I'm from Shizuoka...'

'Pang!'

Another shoe-shaped cushion landed on him.

The Japanese spy was crying with a sad face. He felt so aggrieved.

He was only pretending to be Chinese. Instead, he was beaten up by his own people.

Is there no justice in the world?

Ahhh...

Suddenly he saw something. It looked like the logo of the South Manchuria Railway Company?

Huh? The other person is from the South Manchuria Railway Company?

Oh, I understand now. That's why the other person was so arrogant. It turns out they are from the South Manchuria Railway Company.

A person from the South Manchuria Railway Company is someone he can't provoke. He deserved to be beaten up.

No wonder no one else took the Shogawa residence seriously. In fact, the Shogawa residence really isn't impressive.

Anyone from the Manchurian Railway can just walk in and out as they please!

'Are you following me?'

'No, no, we were just curious...'

'Pang! Pang!'

Two more shoe insoles landed on his face. His cheeks were even more swollen.

The Japanese spy felt even more aggrieved.

Stop hitting me!

I'm really on your side!

I'm really on your side!

I really am from Shizuoka Prefecture...

Zhang Yong waved his hands.

A few people came up. They deliberately displayed the Manchurian Railway logo.

A makeshift sign. Very crude. But there's no choice, they're all roughnecks, none of them can do detailed work.

It's fine. The Japanese spy's eyes narrowed into a line, unable to see clearly. He believed it.

'You're from the Manchurian Railway...'

'Don't ask any questions you shouldn't!'

'Yes...'

'Can you really represent the Shogawa residence?'

'Yes.'

'Good. Who do you call. Tell him to send some money over.'

'Who?'

'Think for yourself. Just use the name of the Maokawa residence. Tell him that His Excellency Maokawa Shu needs money. Ask him to send someone to deliver it immediately.'

'I...'

The Japanese spy was at a loss.

It seemed that he didn't have the authority to do so?

Impersonate Maokawa Shu?

'Hagah! You can't speak Japanese anymore?'

'I, I, I...'

'Just speak to the other person in Japanese. If they don't understand, speak to them in Chinese.'

'Then...'

'Thirty thousand silver notes! Or one hundred thousand yen!'

Zhang Yong gave the direct order.

Apart from catching Japanese spies and making money, he wouldn't do anything else.

The Japanese spy who had been caught was too low-ranking to know anything confidential. It would be good to be able to use him to make some extra money.

It so happened that the situation in Tianjin was actually very chaotic at the moment. He could take advantage of the confusion.

One moment he would pretend to be the Japanese consulate. The next moment he would pretend to be the military police headquarters. One moment he would pretend to be the South Manchuria Railway. One moment he would pretend to be...

By the time the Japanese realised something was wrong, he would already have returned to Shanghai.

The Japanese invaders could sort out the mess themselves. They wouldn't lose much anyway. It was just some money that was missing...

'So much...'

'What? Is the honour of your esteemed Maochuan Xiu not worth anything?'

'I, I, I...'

The Japanese spy gave in.

He saw the insole raised again.

He didn't want to keep getting beaten up.

It really hurt to be beaten up by your own people. It was very sad.

He thought about it. Finally, he made a phone call.

Who was he calling?

Zhang Yong was not sure. He didn't ask.

Anyway, as long as someone sent the money, that was fine. He just sat there and collected it.

Soon afterwards, the phone rang.

The spy gritted his teeth and really spoke a lot of gibberish in Japanese.

Sure enough, the other person didn't understand.

After a moment, the spy switched to Chinese, 'It's His Excellency Shigeru...'

'30,000 taels of silver!'

'Hurry up!'

'Southwest, Biao's Carriage and Horse Riding Shop.'

'Keep it secret!'

'Don't let anyone know but you!'

'Hurry!'

The Japanese spy finally hung up.

A huge sigh of relief. A great sense of relief. Suddenly, he felt that his acting wasn't bad.

Really.

The other person completely believed it.

And he even got a scolding.

It felt really good to swear, by the way...

He nodded approvingly at Zhang Yong. To show that it was done.

Zhang Yong nodded. To show that he appreciated him. The young man. He has a future.

'I'll give you one percent.'

'What?'

'If it's a silver cheque, I'll give you 300 taels of silver. If it's in Japanese yen, I'll give you 1,000.'

'Er...'

The Japanese spy was at a loss for words.

He wanted to refuse, but he didn't want to.

In fact, these Japanese spies at the grassroots level had a pretty tough time.

They were posing as Chinese, so they definitely couldn't take too much money. The military department only paid them a salary of a dozen yen a month.

And 40% was deducted as a reserve fund. What they got in their hands was less than 10 yen.

If Zhang Yong really gave him 1,000 yen...

It sounds like a dream!

"Really?'

'Of course!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

The Japanese spy began to dream about his future.

'But...'

'Don't worry. No one knows you were arrested.'

'Then...'

'You just had a fight with someone and were dragged away by a group of people. You don't know who they were. Later, they learned you were from the Shogawa residence and hurriedly let you go.'

'But my face...'

'You got into a fight and were beaten up. It's normal!'

'Huh...'

The Japanese spy thought about it. It seemed to be the case.

But he felt that something was wrong. The person who beat him up was clearly a Manchurian Railway employee...

However, would he dare to say that he was a Manchurian Railway employee?

Definitely not.

He could only endure it.

'You're teachable!'

Zhang Yong nodded with satisfaction.

These Japanese spies are actually quite easy to bribe!

A thousand yen and he's done for. Or rather, he got it himself.

He thinks he'll be fine after getting a thousand yen?

Haha. He's dreaming.

It's like boiling a frog in slowly warming water!

From now on, this Japanese spy only has one choice, which is to cooperate with him.

Otherwise, his fate... Haha...