Chapter 490: I'm in charge of my own territory
"This is Biluochun...'
'This is Laojunmei...'
'This is Xihulongjing...'
'This is Junshan Yinzhen...'
The tea art girls in their blue and white porcelain cheongsams were all a little nervous.
Their voices trembled as they introduced themselves to Zhang Yong.
Suddenly, they were called to come near the Bamboo Garden. No one knew what fate awaited them.
After all, the rumours from outside were terrifying.
It was said that the gunfire from the Bamboo Garden had rung out all night. It was also not known whether everyone inside had died.
The Bamboo Garden was a theatre. As such, it had all the trades associated with a theatre. It had close ties with the outside world. Now, all those ties had been severed. Naturally, this led to all kinds of rumours.
Many people tried to go to the vicinity of Zhuyuan to look for their relatives. They were stopped. They were told that the place was controlled by bandits. The situation was unclear. There might have been heavy casualties. Please be prepared...
This caused even more panic.
In no time, the rumour that there were bandits in Zhuyuan spread like wildfire.
No one could argue. Because at that moment, the theatre was surrounded. No one could get out.
There were snipers all around.
Yes. Snipers. Zhang Yong popularised this term.
Other things were limited by the constraints of the times. He couldn't do it. But he could popularise the concept of snipers.
Two people in a team.
One person observes. One person shoots.
The observers are equipped with binoculars. They can spot targets more clearly from a greater distance.
Where did the binoculars come from? Zhang Yong gave them to him.
Where did Zhang Yong get the binoculars? Personal space is generated from time to time.
Occasionally, special items will appear in the personal space, such as binoculars, amoxicillin, and so on. Weapons are the only thing that don't appear.
Perhaps the system feels that in this era, weapons are the least of our worries.
Perhaps there is just not enough energy.
In fact, at this very moment, China is indeed full of weapons.
If you want to build a large army, you definitely won't find any. If you want heavy weapons, you won't find any either. But if you want some basic firearms that can be used by a few dozen people, that's completely fine. You can do it just by relying on battle trophies.
For example, the British 77 rifle. Zhang Yong managed to get hold of a lot of them.
It turns out that within 200 metres, the accuracy of all types of rifles is similar.
If you can't hit the target, it's definitely not the gun's fault. It's the person's problem.
Whether it's a Mauser, Mosin-Nagant, Type 38, Enfield No. 77, or the standard rifles of other small countries, as long as they are produced by an industrial country and their quality is guaranteed, they can definitely hit where you point them within 200 metres. No kidding.
Since the people inside couldn't get out, Zhang Yong began to learn how to appreciate tea.
It's good for cultivating one's character.
Li Boqi called. Li Boqi criticised Zhang Yong for being more and more aggressive recently.
He often used force against the Japanese military police.
Although he won every time, this could easily lead to a situation spiralling out of control.
What if the Japanese garrison launched a full-scale attack?
The risk was very high.
Zhang Yong could act without regard for the consequences, but Li Boqi could not.
There was a need to rein Zhang Yong in.
Well, those were the exact words. Keep him humble. Let him cultivate a deep sense of reserve. Let him hide his emotions. Let him remain calm in the face of disaster. And curb his sexual desires. Blah, blah, blah.
Zhang Yong, of course, nodded repeatedly, saying that he would definitely comply.
And then...
In one ear and out the other.
He was always willing to listen to what others asked of him, and if he wasn't willing to listen, he just didn't listen.
If he was willing to do something, he did it. If he wasn't willing to do something, he didn't do it.
He's getting cocky, heh heh.
Of course, if the other party is very important and he can't handle it, then he has to do it even if he doesn't want to.
This is called being humble and accepting, and never repenting.
But for now, there's nothing to do. Or if there is something to do, he doesn't want to do it. So he enjoys tea.
He specially sent someone to invite all the most famous tea girls in Tianjin to come. Not just one. A group. There were more than ten of them.
The main one is a shameless woman. Proud, extravagant, and licentious. She has money and does whatever she wants.
While other people have nothing to do today and go to the brothels to listen to music, he is not that lucky and can only imitate the fashionable.
What Biluochun, what Laojunmei, when it comes to him, it is completely like a cow chewing peonies, a waste of nature's bounty. Such a waste of such fine tea.
You can tell from the expression on the faces of the tea art girls that people like him are not very popular.
They are only reluctantly wearing smiles and giving him detailed explanations because of the money.
Of course, fear of guns is also an important reason.
Zhang Yong wore a Mao suit and had a pistol stuck in his waistband. He didn't hide it.
The tea girls were all trembling in fear. They were afraid of upsetting Zhang Yong and getting shot.
Then they would be dragged away. And then there would be no more.
Fortunately, there wasn't.
Zhang Yong also gave each of them a reward of ten silver dollars. To set their minds at ease.
Money can buy happiness.
He had to scare people and reward them.
What a bad taste.
It's meaningless.
But...
We're about to have guests.
Bamboo Garden has been surrounded for more than ten hours, and I believe the people inside have already had enough time to discuss things.
There must be a plan on how to get out of this mess.
Zhang Yong doesn't care what the others are discussing in the dark. He has one rule: If you want to get out alive, you must come to me. It's useless to go to anyone else.
Even if you have to come out dead, you must get Zhang Yong's permission. Otherwise, even the corpse will be smashed into mincemeat.
That's right. This is how overbearing and rude he is.
I call the shots here. Unless you can kill me!
"Ring, ring, ring...'
'Ring, ring, ring...'
The phone rings.
Zhang Yong doesn't pick up the receiver immediately. Instead, he leisurely takes a sip of tea.
Huh? Is that Biluochun? Or Laojunmei?
Sorry. I can't tell. Judging by the colour, it could be Pu'er?
Haha. Never mind. It's best if I can't tell.
Have a sip.
Put down the teacup.
Then he picks up the phone.
'Zhang Yong, don't push it too far!' A grumpy voice comes over the phone.
Oh, it's Maochuan Xiu. He's the second one to call.
So impatient!
No wonder he's been sidelined.
'What did I do?' Zhang Yong asks nonchalantly.
He picks up another teacup.
Breathes on it.
Sniffs it.
Judges it to be definitely Pu'er.
Yes, definitely.
Asks the tea girl serving him, 'This is Pu'er. Definitely...'
The tea girl bites her lip, a hundred thoughts racing through her head, before she finally says, with a barely audible voice, 'This is Laojunmei...'
Zhang Yong: ...
Okay. Another failed identification.
Alas, the subject of tea art is one that requires further study. Fortunately, there is still time.
Just look at the tea girls, they're all very good-looking. Young, pretty. They've got nice bodies, with beautiful curves, big where it should be and small where it shouldn't be. They seem like women who can bear children. If the men work hard enough, they'll have no problem having a few kids...
Stop it!
Stop it!
Where are your thoughts going?
'Zhang, you're going too far!' Mao Chuanxiu was furious.
Zhang Yong was actually talking on the phone while tasting the tea.
He wasn't talking to himself, but flirting with the tea girl. This was really annoying.
It was obvious that he didn't take him seriously.
Baka!
This was intolerable!
He had to fight back!
He had to get rid of this Zhang Yong!
However, after the initial anger, he quickly calmed down.
Getting rid of Zhang Yong was certainly necessary. The question was, how? Who had a way to get rid of Zhang Yong? Who did?
No one answered...
That means no one...
'Is this incident related to you Japanese?' Zhang Yong asked casually.
'You!' Shigehisa Shigetomo was suddenly choked.
Damn it!
Hagah!
I hate this question the most!
Because of this question, he had no way to avoid it.
And Zhang Yong made such a big fuss because he wanted to use this matter to get the better of them.
Frankly speaking, it was very dangerous.
Shigehisa Shigetomo felt like his balls were being grabbed.
The other party hasn't applied any pressure yet. He already feels very uncomfortable. Once the other party applies pressure...
the consequences will be unimaginable.
The Green Dragon Society is inside. What's more, there are quite a few of them.
If they were just ordinary people, it would be fine. But there is a very important figure inside. Very important.
How important? He, Shigehide Mogawa, is not worthy to know his name.
The call came directly from Tojihara Kenji. He ordered Shigehide Mogawa to deal with the matter.
The request was very clear. Ensure that the people inside leave safely.
It was implied that there was a very important person inside. It didn't matter if the others died. But that important person must not die.
That was the end of it.
He was completely at Zhang Yong's mercy. There was no way out.
What's the point of getting angry?
The angrier he got, the less chance there was of the people inside getting out. The more dangerous the 'important person' would be.
'What do you want?'
'I don't understand.'
'Don't play dumb. We both know what's going on. We demand the safe return of all the men from the Green Dragon Society. You can name your terms.'
'What if the condition has to do with the Zhaji Political Council?'
'Baka!'
Shuiden Maokawa suddenly became irritated again.
The condition I'm talking about is money. It's a beautiful woman. It's not a matter of national importance.
You're actually talking to me about the Zhaji Political Council!
Are they on the same level?
No!
Absolutely not!
You can have money. But nothing else!
'Pang!'
Then. the phone hung up.
Shuiden Maokawa froze.
Furious!
Hang up on me?
Heck no! Who do you think you are?
I...
I...
Shu Maochuan wanted to draw his sword and slice Zhang Yong in half.
But then he realised he didn't have his sword with him. And Zhang Yong wasn't even next to him. Even if he was really angry, it wouldn't help.
He had to take a deep breath. He had to hold back.
It's okay...
It's okay...
Beg for mercy. It's not embarrassing. It wasn't the first time anyway.
Maybe there'll be more in the future...
Heck no!
What on earth was she thinking?
Why did she have such terrible thoughts? How could she think there would be a next time?
Oh, she had thought the same thing last time. And now it had happened again.
It's not embarrassing...
Really. It's not embarrassing...
There was no choice but to dial the number again.
The phone rang and rang. There was no answer.
Obviously, Zhang Yong was doing it on purpose.
He was deliberately not answering the phone.
He was deliberately ignoring him.
But Maochuan Xiu was no longer angry.
It was fine.
It wasn't embarrassing.
Really. It wasn't embarrassing...
It's not me who's ashamed. It's the person behind the Seiryuukai.
Who's behind the Seiryuukai?
Oh, it's Hideki Tojo.
I'm begging for mercy. But it's not me who's ashamed.
So, just relax. Think of it as a trade. Zhang Yong is nicknamed Moneybags, so he can definitely be bought.
Finally someone answered the phone.