Chapter 453: Peace talk?

Of course, Wang Zhulin could not possibly commit suicide.

What was the point of siding with the Japanese? Wealth and glory. How could he enjoy that if he killed himself?

In fact, Wang Zhulin could not even commit suicide now.

Unless he was out of sight of the Japanese.

The Japanese needed him to contact Zhang Yong, and of course would not let him commit suicide.

'Wang-san, you, act now!'

'Hurry back!'

'We're waiting for your call!'

'Good news, right away!'

The Japanese urged him.

Yuan Wenhui suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not quite right.

Huh? What's going on?

Why are they suddenly talking about peace negotiations?

Hey, my Furong Palace was robbed, the Yuan Mansion was robbed!

I've suffered such a huge loss!

You want to negotiate peace?

Have you asked my opinion? I object!

I want to get back all my losses! I refuse to negotiate! I want to tear Zhang Yong to shreds...

However, he didn't dare to speak.

Because the Japanese were his father.

How dare he refuse when his fathers were discussing negotiations?

He could only look at Wang Zhulin with resignation. Hoping that Wang Zhulin would refuse. As it turned out, Wang Zhulin actually went out...

Went out...

Went...

Damn it!

Wang Zhulin, you bastard! What the hell are you going to contact him about?

If Zhang Yong finds out about the things you've done, he'll definitely skin you alive, pull your tendons out and break your bones!

In fact...

After Wang Zhulin left Baohua Building, he really didn't dare go to see Zhang Yong right away.

Going to see Zhang Yong meant certain death.

He wasn't stupid enough to want to die.

Along the way, he came up with a good idea.

You don't have to go in person.

You can just call.

As long as I can find Zhang Yong's phone number...

Oh, Zhang Yong is at the Yuan mansion! Just call the Yuan mansion!

So...

He found a phone and called the Yuan mansion. But he couldn't get through.

Of course he couldn't get through. Everything in the Yuan mansion had been taken away. The telephones were of course not spared. They had been taken away by Yu Lexing.

These days, telephones are also very valuable. They were taken back to be used by the Fuxing Society.

Two of them were even gold-plated. This was even more valuable. They were to be taken back to Nanjing. To the headquarters on Jie'e Lane.

On the way back, they went to Fuli Palace and looted it.

They took whatever they could carry from Fuli Palace. Then they did the same thing again.

They let people in from the outside in. They took whatever they wanted. They took whatever they wanted as long as they weren't afraid of retaliation.

As a result...

Fuli Palace became the 'White House'.

Within half a day, it became empty. It became a veritable white field.

Zhang Yong then led the team back to Junsheng Coal Trading Company.

Why did you come here? Why not go back to 49 Shihu Street?

Because there is enough space here. We can open a branch base. There is enough space to store the things we moved back.

The main thing is the cars.

The Yuan family's cars have all been seized.

The cars from the Furong Palace have also been seized.

There were 15 cars in total, from both sides. It was a truly staggering number.

No. 49 Shihu Street was previously a warehouse, so there wasn't that much open space for parking.

Yu Lesheng said that Yuan Wenhui was really super rich.

Unfortunately, Zhang Yong had sworn an oath not to take a single penny from him. So, he simply ignored the whole thing.

Out of sight, out of mind...

It hurts.

I can't breathe.

But I dare not break my oath lightly.

He could only leave it to Yu Lexing to handle.

After Yu Lexing had calculated the figures, he was shocked himself and hurriedly sent a secret telegram to the headquarters in Goose and Chicken Lane.

Mao Renfeng was taken aback when he received the report and hurriedly came to see the department head.

'What is it?'

'Yu Lexing sent a telegram...'

'What does it say?'

'Department head, why don't you read it for yourself!'

'Is something wrong?'

'It's good news. I just don't quite believe it.'

'Oh? Let me see.'

The Director was curious.

It was rare to see Mao Yanfeng look like that.

Mao Yanfeng handed over the telegram.

The Director read it. His eyes sparkled.

'That much?'

'Yes, the amount is quite large. I've never heard of anything like it.'

'This Yuan Wenhui...'

'Those traitors are really rich.'

'Shaolong didn't take a single cent?'

'Yu Lexing reported this. Others confirmed it. He didn't touch a penny.'

'This guy. Since when has he been so incorruptible?'

'Shao Long still knows the rules. He knows this amount of money is too much, so he didn't dare touch it.'

'I never thought that Yuan Wenhui would have amassed so much wealth. I've really been opened up. Immediately arrange for Yang Shanfu to take someone to Tianjin. Bring back this ill-gotten wealth.'

'Yes!'

'Remember to bring plenty of people. Ensure safety.'

'Yes!'

Mao Renfeng agreed. He turned around to make arrangements.

He thought to himself, how many people do I need to bring with me for all that money? At least more than a hundred.

Or, why not just bring everyone from the training class...

Suddenly, he was called back by the department head. The department head thought for a moment. Then he said slowly, 'Tell Chen Gongshu to come back with you as well. Protect him in secret. Ensure his safety.'

'What about the Tianjin station...'

'Isn't Shaolong there? Let him continue to stir things up.'

'Understood.'

'There are also some things in the Treasury Department that need to be coordinated by Shao Long. Send them all at the same time!'

'Understood.'

'Go!'

'Yes!'

Mao Renfeng turned and left.

The department head thoughtfully tapped the table. His face was tense.

But in the end, he couldn't help but quietly smile.

This Shao Long is really...

I'm worried that Madam will come and take him.

I think Madam will know about this too. She will definitely be tempted.

There's nothing I can do about it. This Shaolong is really, really good at making money!

Who wouldn't want a rich husband?

...

'You're pressing my hair...'

Mei Lu bit her lip lightly. She pushed Zhang Yong away.

This guy is so eager. He wants it and takes it. She had to give it to him.

Fortunately, he is actually good-looking. He looks good but is useless. Hmm. It doesn't seem like he's very good-looking either.

But his ability to catch spies is truly extraordinary.

'Nothing to do today, let's go to the brothel and listen to some music...' Zhang Yong lay there lazily.

Since she was his woman, he of course wanted to get some.

Simple man's mentality.

Anyway, there was nothing to do for the time being. If there was something to do, there was always Yu Lexing to handle it.

It was rare to have a free afternoon, so why not take her?

Everyone else was used to his "debauchery and shamelessness" and no one interfered as long as he didn't force the women.

'When are you going to call General Zhang?'

'I don't think he'll be impressed by the equipment of a battalion. It's not going to be of much use.'

'Then you'll have to find a way to make the British pay more.'

'Show me the way.'

'Go to the Kailuan coal mine as soon as possible. Dig out the hidden Japanese.'

'Okay...'

Zhang Yong reluctantly roused himself.

What a hard life! He still had to work for the British.

But there was no other way. He had to eat.

If you want someone else's weapons and ammunition, you have to pay a price.

The British have plenty of weapons and ammunition. What do we have? It seems that we only have a little ability to capture the Japanese invaders...

Alas, an industrial country is an industrial country.

From the perspective of a time traveller, France is the most dilapidated, and Britain is just so-so.

However, compared to an agricultural country, Britain is really very powerful. There is no shortage of weapons and ammunition for infantry.

The equipment for a battalion or a regiment really isn't much.

If the British want to, it's easy for them to get weapons and ammunition for a division.

There aren't that many anyway. And it doesn't involve heavy weapons.

A Chinese army division generally has around 8,000 men. They're equipped with light weapons: rifles, light machine guns, and grenades. At most, they're equipped with some mortars.

If there are a few mountain guns, then those are the real heavy weapons.

A 75mm field gun like the Miss France is not even considered in the British and French armies. But in the Chinese army, it is definitely a treasure among treasures...

'Ding-ling-ling...'

'Ding-ling-ling...'

Suddenly the phone rang.

Mei Lu looked at Zhang Yong suspiciously.

At this time of the hotel, not all rooms have telephones.

Basically only the high-end rooms have them.

Zhang Yong, relying on his wealth, had given Mei Lu the most luxurious room in the hotel. It was also a way for the two of them to create some good memories.

'For me?' Zhang Yong picked up the receiver.

'Are you Zhang Yong?' A strange voice came from the other end of the line.

Zhang Yong: ?

What's going on? Who is it?

The voice seemed vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite remember who it was.

Damn it, what a bad memory.

Looks like he really needs to give up sex in the future...

'I am!' An outspoken reply.

He is currently staying at the Peace Hotel near the British concession. Hmm, the legendary hotel chain.

Zhongyang and the others are in the next room. He couldn't have run out alone.

If he got caught before he could consummate the marriage, that would be a joke.

In Tianjin, he has more enemies than there are rats in the sewers.

There are tens of thousands of Japanese in the Japanese concession alone!

Even if he consummates the marriage, he can't let his guard down.

Anyway, Zhongyang and the others know all about his shenanigans, so it doesn't matter.

'Do you have time to come out and talk?'

'Who is this?'

'There are some Japanese people who want to talk to you.'

'What Japanese people?'

'Shigehide Mogawa, Wachi Otaka, Takeo Kishida...'

'Are you Wang Zhulin?'

'No!'

The other party immediately denied it.

Zhang Yong remembered, however. No wonder he had a vague impression.

That day at the Ice Cafe, he had heard Wang Zhulin talking to that little tart Chun. But he hadn't paid any attention.

Because they were whispering and the voices were very quiet, Zhang Yong couldn't remember.

Unexpectedly, it was this Wang Zhulin who called.

He was the one I was looking for. How dare he call me?

He really doesn't know how to die.

The girls in the underground prison cell at Baolin Temple can't wait to eat him alive.

Yes.

Arrest him, wash him, marinate him, and then hand him over to them.

If you don't kill this scum...

'It's Mr Wang.' Zhang Yong reached out and pulled Mei Lu over. "I've wanted to meet you for a long time. Come and see me at the Peace Hotel.'

'If Captain Zhang is interested, we can arrange a time and place..." How dare Wang Zhulin show his face in front of Zhang Yong? That was like looking for death, wasn't it? If he fell into Zhang Yong's hands, he was afraid that there wouldn't be even a scrap of bone left.

Yuan Wenhui had at least managed to save his life.

But Wang Zhulin definitely wouldn't be able to save his life. Especially since Zhang Yong's reaction was so calm.

The calmer Zhang Yong acted, the more Wang Zhulin feared.

He already regretted making the call.

If he had known, he would have run away, run far away.

At most, he would have given up his business in Tianjin. At least he would have been able to save his life.

Now he was in trouble. Zhang Yong had remembered him.

His life was in danger...

'You, come here, to the Peace Hotel,' Zhang Yong said,

'I'm not going...' Wang Zhulin hung up the phone.

Are you kidding me? He's telling him to go to the Peace Hotel?

He would probably go in alive but come out dead.

He might not even be able to come out. He would be destroyed inside.

'Wang Zhulin is looking for you?' Mei Lu asked curiously.

'I think the Japanese are looking for me,' Zhang Yong mused.

'What do the Japanese want with me?'

'Probably peace talks.'

'Peace talks?'

'They want to buy time, stalling tactics or something.'

Zhang Yong guessed randomly.

He definitely couldn't have imagined that the Japanese actually wanted to send him packing.

His subconscious felt that the Japanese invaders might be up to something big. So they wanted to use stalling tactics to delay him.

Similar operations have almost become a set routine for the Japanese.

They can't win. They can't keep fighting. So they ask for peace talks. Then after a while of talking, they feel like fighting again. So they continue fighting. Then they can't win, so they continue talking...

From beginning to end, the Japanese strategy kept changing. They wavered back and forth. There was no set plan.

It was basically the same throughout the entire war.

They fought for a while, then negotiated for a while.

The war faction came to power, waged war recklessly, and fought.

Then they lost and fell from power. The peace faction came to power and negotiated.

They found that negotiations were impossible. So they continued fighting. They were caught in a vicious cycle. There was no way out.

Are the Japanese going to continue sending troops to North China?

I guess so.

Judging from the Japanese character, they definitely want revenge after suffering such a big loss.

Unless they hit their heads against the wall and bleed, they won't accept reality. They're typical of people who won't turn back until they hit a wall. The situation finally improved a little when the last group of war criminals were hanged.

Forget the Japanese, let's figure out what to do about Wang Zhulin first.

This son of a bitch, he must be killed.

The problem is, Wang Zhulin must be hiding in the Baohua Building and dares not come out. How can we find him?

'Knock, knock!'

'Knock, knock!'

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Zhang Yong nudged Mei Lu. He told her to go and open the door.

He didn't want to move.

He was so tired.

Mei Lu had no choice but to get dressed and go to the door, blushing.

She wasn't afraid of outsiders. After all, she and Zhang Yong had already been betrothed. At the time, being betrothed was considered a formal ceremony.

She didn't need to worry about status. All she needed to do was be betrothed and consummate the marriage.

The person at the door was Yu Lexing. It was urgent.

'Miss Mei! Excuse me!' Yu Lexing was also at his wits' end with Zhang Yong's debauchery.

Strictly speaking, it didn't seem like this guy had broken any laws.

He hadn't forcibly abducted a woman.

'You two talk. I'm going downstairs to eat breakfast.'

'Thank you!'

Yu Lexing nodded.

The women around Zhang Yong were very understanding.

Debauchery was debauchery. But it didn't get in the way of business. So, the Director also turned a deaf ear.

'What is it?'

Zhang Yong got up from the bed. He got dressed.

It was probably because there was a telegram from the headquarters. Otherwise, Yu Lexing would not have taken personal action.

'A telegram from headquarters.'

'Let me see.'

Zhang Yong took the telegram. He found that it was a very long text.

It was written on all three sides of the telegram paper. It was unprecedented. However, the key content was just one thing.

Yang Shanfang is here.

All of Yuan Wenhui's property is to be returned to Jinling. Chen Gongshu is to escort it.

Well, this is to be expected.

He can't wait to get Yuan Wenhui's goods shipped out of here. Out of sight, out of mind. It's all that damned oath.

'There's another one from the Ministry of Finance.'

'Oh!'

Zhang Yong takes it.

After reading it, his brow furrows.

The telegram is from Yang Lichu.

The content is a bit complicated.

He wanted him to find a way to bring all the pilots in North China back to Jinling.

He looked at Yu Lexing doubtfully.

There are pilots in North China? Where?

It seems that when the Japanese invaded North China, I never heard that the Chinese army had an air force to fight back.

It was the Japanese planes that bombed indiscriminately and pushed their way all the way. How can there still be pilots in North China?

Yu Lexing shook his head. He said he didn't know.

Outsiders generally don't understand the Air Force. The Air Force also doesn't want others to understand.

Zhang Yong: ...

Alas, I'm afraid I'll have to ask Commander Zhang about this.

I hope he can point me in the right direction.

He leaves the room.

Suddenly, he feels a little weak in the knees.

Yu Lexing can't hold back any longer and whispers, 'Shaolong, take it easy!'

Zhang Yong: ...

He wants to argue back, but he can't.

It seems like he really has overdrawn.

Alas...

He goes downstairs to the first floor.

He finds Mei Lu.

She's acting as if nothing has happened.

Occasionally, she frowned slightly.

Zhang Yong asked over breakfast, 'Do you know anything about air force pilots in North China?'

'Are you talking about those at Nanyuan Airport in Beiping?'

'Nanyuan Airport?'

Zhang Yong felt that the name was very familiar.

Then it dawned on him.