Chapter 463: The Night Watchman

Night. Cold. Warm.

At the end of the tenth lunar month, Tianjin is already very cold.

Through the glass windows, you can hear the fierce northerly wind outside. It completely envelops the city.

On the dark streets, the occasional newcomer also wraps their clothes tightly.

The northerly wind howls, picking up a large amount of debris.

In fact, on this cold autumn night, hardly anyone goes out into the street.

Only the occasional police patrol adds a little life to the lonely streets. In the middle of the night, the police also disappeared.

It's too cold. Who wouldn't want to huddle indoors?

Zhang Yong also doesn't want to go outside and freeze.

He is now staying at the most luxurious Elizabeth Hotel in the British concession. He is staying in the most expensive room.

It costs 30 pounds a night. Converted into dollars, it's a full 300 dollars. It's shocking.

Mei Lu wouldn't have been willing to pay that. But there was no way to resist. He was carried inside by force.

And then...

There was no then...

Now, on the soft Simmons bed...

Mei Lu is fast asleep, her hair dishevelled, a smile of contentment on her face...

But she is alone in the bed.

Zhang Yong stands alone by the window.

Zhang Yong did not wake up on his own. He was woken by the system map prompt.

The little white dot he marked has returned.

That's the side effect of tagging. You'll be woken up even in your sleep.

You can un-tag someone. Then you won't be woken up. But you won't know when the target appears.

After all, there are only dots all around you. You can't tell who's who.

Through the glass window, holding the binoculars, you don't see the target.

There are hardly any people on the street. The target is blocked by the houses.

After a while, Zhang Yong finally sees the target. But it's not a young man. It's a night watchman.

He was trembling. His gait was unsteady. It felt as if the north wind would blow him over at any moment.

Doubtful. Identify carefully...

Hey, this is really amazing.

The map marker must be correct. This is the man. But during the day, he was clearly a very young guy! How could he have changed so much in the blink of an eye?

Could it be that he was wearing makeup? Disguised? So professionally?

He had actually changed from a handsome young man to a trembling night watchman?

It was interesting.

Zhang Yong's interest immediately piqued.

The last time Mei Xiao gave him makeup, it wasn't a pleasant experience. Some of the disguises smelled really bad.

He vowed never to do it again.

But now that he saw the target's appearance had changed so much, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

That said, with such a big contrast, the enemy should not be able to recognise it from a distance, right? Even for someone very close to him. It would be difficult, I guess.

Of course, if it's face-to-face, then it's hard to say. It's almost impossible to deceive someone up close.

A little curious. Who exactly is this young man?

His disguise is so professional. Could he be an agent of a certain country?

But he's not Japanese...

'What are you doing?' Mei Lu's voice came from behind.

It was a little lazy.

A little soft.

But she had woken up confused, reached out subconsciously and felt that the man was not there. So she woke up.

Then she saw Zhang Yong standing by the window, seemingly contemplating life.

'Looking at someone.'

'Who?'

'A night watchman?'

'Let me see!'

Mei Lu was curious too.

What kind of night watchman was worthy of Zhang Yong's attention?

The person being watched by this guy was definitely no ordinary person. Because he himself was no ordinary person.

So she got up. She simply tied her dressing gown. Then she shook her hair. She came over to Zhang Yong.

She was charming.

She was dignified and charming.

Zhang Yong handed her the binoculars.

After looking through the binoculars, Mei Lu was puzzled, 'There's nothing special about him!'

'Yes!' Zhang Yong nodded, 'It's true that there's nothing special about him. He's really something.'

'What do you mean?'

'During the day, he's just a young guy. He's quite good-looking and he runs fast.'

'During the day?'

'Yes. During the day.'

Zhang Yong explained briefly.

Mei Lu was even more surprised.

The person she met during the day was now wearing makeup, and Zhang Yong could still recognise him from such a distance?

What kind of skills does this guy have? What are his eyes made of?

You need binoculars. And he still recognises him. No wonder Gu Xiaoru said he was amazing. If you follow him, you won't lose out. There's no romance. But apart from romance, there's everything else.

With her knowledge, she really does feel amazing.

'Forget it, never mind him,' Zhang Yong suddenly said, "Do you want to go to the United States?'

'What for?" Mei Lu was puzzled.

'Help me with something. I need someone to be based in the US for a long time.'

'What exactly do you want me to do?'

'Mainly help me make some investments. Earn some dividends.'

'Isn't Song Ziyu helping you with that?'

'She's not even in the US. It's not that convenient.'

Zhang Yong was also not shy about it.

He knew that Mei Lu must have someone behind her.

Believing in him, Mei Lu had already investigated everything clearly.

She knows how many women he has, who he is intimate with. She has it all under control. He has nothing to hide.

If they can accept it, they can stay together. If they can't, they can go their separate ways.

It doesn't matter. He won't keep them locked up either. His thinking is not that feudal. It's all about parting on good terms.

'But didn't you want her to take charge?'

'One person's energy is limited. I have a lot of ideas. One person may not be able to realise them all.'

'What are your ideas?'

'I want to buy some stocks. And I want to get involved in some industry.'

'What industry?'

'The military industry, of course. In the next few years, a world war will break out, and the most profitable business will be arms.'

'We have no roots, and we don't have enough money...'

'Large-scale military industry is of course impossible. But doing something on the periphery, that's still possible.'

'What exactly?'

'VT fuses. Penicillin mass cultivation. Radar. Night vision goggles. Luncheon meat and so on.'

'I know about the luncheon meat. What are all those other things?'

'They're all new inventions. They'll be very useful in the future. If we can get involved early, we can make a lot of money in the future, and at the same time, increase the chances of victory.'

'Did you think of all of them?'

'No. I heard them being talked about by those foreigners on the Bund.'

'Really?'

'Of course.'

Zhang Yong swore vehemently.

Of course! Could there be any other possibility?

Could I tell you that I'm a time traveller? That I've come from the future?

What a joke...

In fact...

Every time the sage has time, his mind is extra agile.

He thinks all the way from universal civilisation to the future of life. He feels that if he continues like this, it seems too decadent. He needs to correct himself.

But once the time is up...

Turn back. Pick her up.

Don't think too much. Let's continue! It's still early until dawn!

What?

Catching spies? Let's put that aside for now.

You can't catch all the spies. You can never catch all the spies. Just catching a few every day is about right.

The British won't give you a bonus if you catch them all in one day.

So, after a long night's sleep...

I woke up in a daze, and it was already bright outside.

Mei Lu was already up, getting ready. She's not like Zhang Yong. She's very disciplined.

Even though she was in a daze last night, she's still tidying up the place now, looking bright and beautiful.

Zhang Yong got up with a yawn. He stretched. He felt a bit stiff.

Sigh...

She patted her lower back. Then she went to the window.

She took out the binoculars and looked at the target in the distance. The young man was still there. Now he was doing something different.

Last night he was a night watchman. Now he was a rickshaw driver. He was standing at the corner of the street. There weren't many customers there. Obviously, his goal wasn't to attract customers. He was keeping an eye on someone.

Was he keeping an eye on her? Zhang Yong judged that he wasn't.

If he was keeping an eye on her, he was too far away. He couldn't keep an eye on her at all.

So who was he? Who was he trying to keep an eye on?

Gradually, he became more and more interested.

Could he be a member of the Red Party? An underground party member?

Logically, running away like that in broad daylight was an immature display of character. It wasn't surprising to think that many Red Party members were amateurs.

Was there an underground Red Party organisation in Tianjin?

There should be.

He suddenly remembered the 129 Student Movement.

What year had it happened? Was it a few years ago? Or had it not happened yet?

Party organisations were widespread, even on the faraway island of Hainan. Not to mention the port of Tianjin, where everything came together.

The Eighth Route Army was able to grow rapidly after entering North China, and this was also inseparable from the underground organisation that had already existed here. The revolutionary spark of the 129 Movement was sown long ago.

By the way, Zhao Gang came out of the 129 Movement. In terms of seniority, he is almost on a par with Li Yunlong.

Just as I see Mei Lu coming out of the bathroom.

'Wait.'

'Are you coming down with me?'

'Let me ask you something. In which year did the 129 Student Movement take place?'

'What?'

Mei Lu is puzzled.

Zhang Yong is surprised.

I made it very clear! The 129 Student Movement.

What? You don't even know this? No way! The 129 Movement seems to have taken place in Beiping.

'The 129 Student Movement. Save the country and save the people.'

'Never heard of it.'

Mei Lu still shakes her head.

Zhang Yong: ? ? ?

What's going on? She actually doesn't know?

Could it be that it hasn't happened yet?

No way!

The 129 Student Movement hasn't happened yet?

Well...

In which year did it happen, then?

Damn it!

It's in the history textbooks. How could I have forgotten?

Was it in the 1920s?

Or was it in the 1930s?

'What are you trying to say?' Meilu looked at him with a puzzled expression.

'It's nothing,' Zhang Yong said nonchalantly.

I'll have to look it up later.

Get dressed.

Luo Yiming and the others are next door.

Well, escorting them. In case their captain gets cornered under the covers.

'Yiming.'

'Yes!'

'Have you heard of the 129 student movement?'

'What 9?'

Luo Yiming is confused.

The more Zhang Yong is convinced, the more he realises that he has got it wrong.

This famous event has not yet happened.

Suddenly he has an insight. The young man he saw yesterday, maybe he was a student?

Maybe he was a student at a university in Tianjin?

Or even from Beiping?

What were they up to?

Or rather, what were they trying to prevent?

He was curious.

He decided to have a face-to-face chat with the other party.

If they were up to something, perhaps he could help.

At the very least, he could cause some trouble for the Japanese. Distract them from other matters.

Good!

That was settled.

He was no good at construction. But messing with the Japanese, that was definitely something he could do.