Chapter 436: Intelligence is so valuable

Charles Dickens?

British?

Why is this name so familiar?

Could it be that he is a descendant of the famous Charles Dickens? The one who wrote 'Oliver Twist' and 'A Tale of Two Cities'?

What happened to him?

He actually needs the help of the Revival Society to find him?

Could it be that he fell into the hands of the Japanese? Is he under Japanese control?

Wouldn't the British step in?

Something's fishy...

We need to consult Chen Gongshu about this.

Perhaps he's performed similar rescue missions before.

So they took the man to the Queen Elizabeth Hospital. They told Chen Gongshu about the telegram.

'The British?' Chen Gongshu frowned.

He hadn't performed a mission like this before.

Finding someone wasn't actually that difficult.

There are all kinds of people out there, and there are always people who know things.

Even the most secret information can be dug up if you ask the right person. But the British...

It's not that difficult. It's just not easy.

'Go to the Ice Café. Ask the owner there,' Chen Gongshu said at last.

'Do I have to pay?' Zhang Yong asked reflexively.

'The owner likes good-looking men. You might have to pay a little,'

'Then I won't go.'

'You can claim it back from headquarters. Then it will be deducted locally.'

'Then I'll go now!'

Zhang Yong immediately changed his mind.

Chen Gongshu was telling him that he could hide some private money in disguise.

If there is any seizure here, it can also be seized in an open and aboveboard manner in the name of reimbursement.

There is no saying here that all seizures must go to the public coffers.

You paid the boss 100 taels of silver for information. If you say it was 500, headquarters won't pursue it. As long as headquarters doesn't pay for it themselves.

So they went to the Xia Chong Yu Bing Café.

They found it on the corner of a street. It happened to monitor an intersection.

Sitting inside the café, they could observe the movements of ten intersections just by raising their eyes. If you want to keep watch or something, this is really the best location.

Pat on the head.

It seems that I've been thinking too much lately. It seems to be some kind of conditioned reflex.

When I go somewhere, the first thing I look at is its advantages and disadvantages. It seems that I've gradually become accustomed to this.

Perhaps this is professional instinct?

Although I've only joined the Fuxing Society for a little over half a year, I've also developed a little professional instinct.

After sitting down, I can't help but look for an escape route. I judge where I can escape the fastest if I'm attacked by an enemy.

Then I check the map to find the safest escape route. I make sure that nothing can go wrong.

Gradually, it all becomes ingrained in my memory.

I look at my watch.

It's exactly 3pm.

No one should be having coffee at this time of day!

It's the perfect time to get down to business.

I go in.

Suddenly, I feel something's not right.

Huh? There's someone I know inside.

It's Mei Lu.

At first, I thought I was mistaken. But then I realised it really is her.

She's sitting alone in the middle of the place. There's no one else around. In fact, she's the only customer in the whole café.

She was wearing a pale yellow plaid trench coat, the fabric of which seemed to be of good quality. It must have been expensive. It complemented her, making her look even more radiant and charming. She sat quietly, looking elegant and intelligent. She was the eldest of the three sisters, and she lived up to expectations. Mature, composed and dignified.

She felt someone approaching, and Meilu looked up, surprised to see Zhang Yong.

Why was this guy here?

Could it be that...

She couldn't help but flinch. Her face turned red.

In the end...

Zhang Yong pretended not to see.

Business was important.

It was a good time to try to give up women...

He went to the bar.

He saw a young girl. She was very pretty.

She was wearing a black tuxedo. It was a bit of a new look. He couldn't help but look at her a few times.

When she saw Zhang Yong come in, the girl stood up gracefully and said, 'Sir, please have a seat...'

'I'm looking for your boss!' Zhang Yong got straight to the point.

'Do you have an appointment?'

'No.'

'I'm sorry...'

'This is an appointment!'

Zhang Yong took out a 100-dollar silver note and placed it on the counter.

I don't have an appointment. But I have money!

Does your boss want money?

Sure enough, the girl reached out and took the silver note. She checked it. She skillfully put it away. Then she said, 'Please sit down. I'll go get our boss.'

'Thank you!' Zhang Yong nodded.

He looked around. He found a corner and sat down.

He noticed that Mei Lu was looking down. She seemed afraid to look at him. Haha. She must be shy.

He deliberately walked past her and took out a stack of US dollars. He slipped them inside her plaid windbreaker.

Although they hadn't consummated their marriage yet, he had to give her what she deserved.

How could he mistreat his own woman?

After giving her the US dollars, he gave her the silver notes. He gave her a stack of them.

Mei Lu: ???

It wasn't until Zhang Yong had walked away that she realised it was a stack of US dollars. And a stack of silver banknotes.

The banknotes were all from Citibank. The face value was 200 silver dollars. There were almost 50 in a stack. That's a full 10,000 silver dollars.

There were also quite a lot of US dollars. There were almost 5,000.

She was shocked.

This guy, so rich?

He's giving me so much at once?

Speechless...

I don't know what to say.

No wonder Gu Xiaoru said he knew how to get rich by hook or by crook. He knows how to make money.

The reason he's so desperate to catch Japanese spies, like he's on a power trip, is that there's money to be made. A lot of money.

Now it seems that it's true.

This guy has really made a fortune by catching Japanese spies.

Alas...

Unfortunately, it seems that his intelligence isn't being used for the right reasons.

Of course, she wasn't going to say anything.

She knew that someone like Zhang Yong was not someone who could be preached at. The more you preach, the more he'll do the opposite. He has a very strong rebellious streak.

You can only do it gradually. You can only slowly guide him onto the right path.

If the three sisters can use their beauty and patience to slowly guide him over, it will be completely worthwhile.

Zhang Yong sat down. He was in a good mood.

Soon after, a beautiful woman appeared. She must be the proprietress.

Looking up. Looking at each other with relish.

She is indeed pretty. And her attire is just right. What should be shown is shown, what should be hidden is hidden. It accentuates her professionalism.

The one most likely to lose control is probably a young man like him.

Full of blood and energy.

How can he resist the temptation of a beautiful woman?

Fortunately, Mei Lu is right next to him. She can help him quench his fire.

She comes seductively to Zhang Yong's front, 'I thought it was a distinguished guest? It turns out to be Captain Zhang.'

'What is the name of the beautiful boss?' Zhang Yong remained calm.

'You can just call me Wang Manyuan.'

'Boss Wang!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

This must be her pseudonym.

It seems that someone like her has multiple identities.

In fact, she herself may also be a white glove. The hidden focus is the power behind the scenes.

These days, people who gather intelligence are not ordinary people.

'I'm looking for someone. An Englishman. Charles Dickens. He is currently presumed missing.'

'Five hundred.'

'Done!'

Zhang Yong took out a banknote.

Wang Manyuan smiled and shook her head. It's not a banknote.

'Oh, I'm sorry!'

Zhang Yong then woke up.

In their line of work, they only accept pounds, dollars, or gold bars.

They don't even want big bills. They are also very picky.

But, 500 US dollars for just one piece of information, is that really necessary?

Sister, this is US dollars!

Five hundred US dollars can buy a car in the United States!

I'll just ask about Dickens' whereabouts. And they want five hundred US dollars. I really want to say, why don't you just go rob someone.

Angrily, he handed over the five hundred US dollars.

Wang Yuanyuan took it and said with a smile, 'This Dickens is a technician at the Kailuan Coal Mine. His father is a British MP and his uncle is a senior executive at the East India Company...'

'I just want to know where he is now,' Zhang Yong asked angrily.

'I don't know the exact location. But I'm sure he's in the hands of the Japanese. He's been in the hands of the Japanese for half a month.'

'Why did the Japanese capture him?'

'The reason is very simple. He has endangered the interests of the Japanese.'

'What interests?'

'He is very bold. He actually wanted to transport a batch of arms to Tientsin.'

'Isn't he a technician at the Kailuan Coal Mine?'

'Yes. But what's wrong with trading in arms on the side?'

'The Japanese seized his arms too?'

'Of course!'

'No wonder...'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

This Dickens actually dared to meddle in the arms business. No wonder the Japanese resented it.

Now the Japanese are doing their best to capture Tianjin, they want to cut off all external support for the 29th Army. They want the 29th Army to give in to the pressure from the Japanese army. Then they can compromise.

If you British are allowed to transport arms to the 29th Army, what will happen?

Once the 29th Army has strong external support, it will definitely not surrender. In fact, this is a fight with the British.

'How much ammunition did Dickens bring?'

'I don't know. But it was quite a lot.'

'Where is he now?'

'I don't know. You can go and ask Kazuchi to find out. Dickens is in Kazuchi's hands.'

'That's it?'

'Five hundred dollars. It's worth every penny.'

'I...'

Zhang Yong held back.

Damn. It really felt bad to be taken in.

Damn, this little bit of information is worth five hundred dollars? I can't stand it.

How much content is there?

It's almost worth ten dollars a word!

What a loss!

What a loss!

If I had known that information trading was so profitable, I would have participated.

If I had sold the information about the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor to the Americans, I wonder how much it would be worth? 5 million dollars? 50 million? Haha...

And the German surprise attack on the Soviet Union...

'Goodbye!'

'Goodbye!'

Wang Manyuan stood up and left gracefully.

Zhang Yong looked at her graceful back and secretly envied her. Who knows whose mistress this woman is?

I'm so envious...

Big shots really can do whatever they want. They have countless beautiful women.

It was hard to pull my thoughts back. Alas, I'd better get back to work. A nobody like me shouldn't be thinking about other people.

I can't handle it.

The only thing I can handle is spying on the Japanese.

Wachi Otori...

Wachi Otori...

He's a bit difficult to deal with!

If this guy knew I was here for Dickens, he'd definitely jack up the price.

What should I do?

There's no other way. We can only find some influential Japanese spies. We'll force He Zhiying to give in.

So, the ultimate solution is to sweep the streets.

Catch Japanese spies. The more the merrier. The more you catch, the more big fish there are inside...

Wait!

Suddenly, a red dot enters the map range.

Zhang Yong silently observes the trajectory of the other party's movements. He discovers that the other party is actually gradually approaching him. The speed is quite fast. It seems that he is driving.

Is this red dot the boss? He is sitting in the back of the car. There is also a white dot next to him.

Huh? This is different from my experience!

Someone is sitting with the boss?

Awesome!

200 metres...

100 metres...

The red dot is getting closer and closer to the Xia Chong Yu Bing Café.

Zhang Yong secretly gives a sign outside. Nangong Hanqing, who is following the action outside, immediately tells the men to lie in wait.

A few moments later, a black car pulled up in front of the café.

The driver got out of the car. He opened the door.

First, a woman got out of the car impatiently. The woman was dressed up in a very flashy way. Very showy. But after getting out of the car, she didn't walk away immediately. Instead, she stood by the car door.

Then, a middle-aged man with a big belly got out of the car. He looked very plump. A bit bloated.

Zhang Yong glanced at him. His heart was pounding.

Wang Zhulin!

He was actually Wang Zhulin!

This Japanese invader is actually Wang Zhulin! He is one of the big traitors in Tianjin!

The Tianjin Station information included Wang Zhulin's information. There was also a photo. Zhang Yong recognised him based on the photo.

However...

Wang Zhulin was not a traitor at all!

He was a Japanese invader! He was disguised as a Japanese! He was in charge of setting the pace!

I understand...

The Japanese are indeed very cunning.

They deliberately disguised themselves as Chinese and then took the lead in surrendering to the Japanese.

With Wang Zhulin taking the lead, the other traitors, big and small, also had fewer psychological barriers. Surrendering to the Japanese invaders was a relief.

Damn it. The Japanese invaders really had a good plan.

This will work.

Maybe Yuan Wenhui and Zhang Benzheng are both Japanese?

Instead of being angry, I'm happy.

This is all great oil money!

It's inexhaustible.