Chapter 502: Principle

Fang Huaizhou had actually seen Zhang Yong a long time ago.

Zhang Yong almost never appeared alone. He was always surrounded by a lot of people.

In groups.

Swaggering.

It was impossible for others not to notice.

It had to be said, this Zhang Yong was really careful. Every time he went out, he brought plenty of manpower.

From a security point of view, it really is impeccable.

The Japanese invaders really can't assassinate him so easily.

It just feels a bit...

A bit overcautious?

One cannot act alone. It is inconvenient to do anything.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Fang Huaizhou.

Zhang Yong's conditions do not meet the requirements of the party organisation. The party organisation will not accommodate someone.

No means no.

Principles cannot be compromised.

Perhaps, at times, they could be friends. But they could never be comrades.

'Captain Zhang...'

'Are you alone?'

'Yes. I'm alone. Recently, not many people have been buying books...'

'So you're losing a lot of money running this bookstore?'

'Just getting by!'

Fang Huaizhou and Zhang Yong spoke in a way that was neither here nor there.

Zhang Yong knew his identity. He had nothing to hide. He also believed that Zhang Yong would not inform on him.

It wasn't a matter of character.

It's just that informing on people is useless.

For Zhang Yong, the Red Party was never his target.

The Red Party had no money.

This guy was nicknamed Moneybags.

As the saying goes, there's no such thing as the wrong name.

You can imagine...

Zhang Yong took out the film, 'Is there a photo studio nearby?'

'No,' Fang Huaizhou shook his head.

'Then I'll pay for it, you set up a photo studio! It'll be a side business.'

'What?'

'I said, I'll pay for it, you provide the staff, let's set up a photo studio.'

'Why?'

'I have some private photos that I need to dispose of. I don't want to bother anyone from our Fuxing Society. And I can't let anyone else know.'

'This...'

Fang Huaizhou hesitated.

Vaguely, he sensed Zhang Yong's intention.

It seemed that he wanted to use the photo studio to give them some information? Some information that would be useful to the Red Party?

Is that it?

Maybe it is?

I hope so...

'Don't be so indecisive. I'll pay for it!' Zhang Yong took out a stack of 100-silver-dollar banknotes, counted five, and said, 'I think you have the space behind the bookstore. Build a darkroom yourself. Find someone who knows how to develop photos. You can start right away.'

The banknotes were of course from the Baoshang Bank.

He wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible. Otherwise, he might not be able to use them in the future.

Five hundred silver dollars should be enough to build a darkroom for developing photos.

He doesn't need to pay for the camera or the film.

He can get all this rubbish from the Japanese.

'I did learn how to develop photos...'

'That's perfect!'

Zhang Yong took out the film.

'You can develop it for me now.'

'But I don't have the equipment...'

'I'll give you two hours to get it.

'Okay, okay!'

Fang Huizhou agreed.

In two hours, he could indeed buy all the equipment.

The darkroom was ready. It didn't need much fixing. The main things he needed to buy were developing solution, clamps, string, tweezers and so on. There were also some other tools.

He immediately went to work.

Zhang Yong sat inside the Yue Wen bookstore.

He took a few books at random. He read them carelessly.

They were all thick books.

He couldn't understand them.

But he could pretend to understand.

He had nothing to do for the time being anyway.

It was a good opportunity to give the manager the impression that he was studious.

Damn...

Romance of the Three Kingdoms...

It seems I haven't read it recently.

In a hurry, I went to find a copy of Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

Oh...

That's right.

I immediately pretended to be reading it attentively. In fact, I wasn't really reading it.

But it doesn't matter, just enough to put on an appearance.

Outside the bookstore, a small team leader called Chen Zhen led the way. The newcomer.

This Chen Zhen is Yang Shanfang's proud disciple. He was personally taught by him. Yang Shanfang was also an action instructor before.

He watched Fang Huaizhou busily going about his work.

Pretending to be absorbed in his reading,

finally, the tools were ready. Fang Huaizhou entered the darkroom and began developing the photos. Zhang Yong remained outside, sitting and reading.

Soon afterwards, Fang Huaizhou came out. He hesitated.

'What's wrong?'

'Well, the content of the photos...'

'What?'

'Go in and see for yourself!'

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong entered the darkroom.

The light inside was a dull red.

The photos were hung on strings, still damp.

Some of them were still soaked in the chemicals. They had not been taken out yet. But the content was basically the same.

There was always a man in the centre.

The supporting roles were always women. And they were always beautiful women.

'Who is he?' Zhang Yong knew that the problem lay with this man.

'Cao Jianzhang,' Fang Huaizhou replied slowly.

'Oh?' Zhang Yong brought the photo closer to his eyes. He looked at it carefully.

Cao Jianzhang?

The head of the Tianjin police station?

Kiprov got his photo? It seems to be a lifestyle issue?

Oh, except for the Red Party, no one else has a lifestyle. At most, it can be said to be indecent. But it is not illegal. It can only be accused on a moral level.

So, now the question is, how many women are there?

"Seven.'

'That many?'

Zhang Yong suddenly felt like he was not keeping up with the times.

There are seven women in the photos of others. What about the ones that aren't in the photos? How many are there? Are there seven? Never mind. No point counting.

Just catch up. Definitely need to catch up.

Fang Huizhou felt that Zhang Yong's expression was not right. Is this guy's expression actually one of envy?

Sure enough, the organisation's rejection of him was justified.

This is a very decadent feudal idea! How can this be. It's the modern age, and he's still thinking about having three wives and four concubines!

Shake his head.

He lowered his head and continued to fiddle with the photos.

Zhang Yong went through all the photos one by one. Then he noticed a problem.

It seems that...

there is no such thing as a lifestyle on the Guomindang side.

Using these photos to get Cao Jianchang to talk won't be very effective. Cao Jianchang can simply refuse to admit anything.

Photos tell the truth?

No.

As long as Cao Jianchang refuses to admit anything, there is nothing anyone can do.

Legislative Council?

Oh, it seems that Tianjinwei does have a legislative council. But it's a show. Because it's under military control. It's under the special control of the 29th Army.

In short, Tianjinwei is not a normal society at the moment.

So...

Using this method to get Cao Jianzheng is useless.

Kiprov is overthinking things. He thinks these photos are very useful. He probably wants to use these photos to threaten Cao Jianzheng.

A bit naive...

How could Cao Jianzheng's face be so thin?

If these photos could bring him down, how could he have managed to get to the top of the police department?

Even his face is not that thin.

He shakes his head.

'I'll give you all these photos.'

'What are we going to do with them?'

'You can see if they are useful. Distribute them, maybe they can help with the student protests or something.'

'We don't need to resort to such underhand tactics.'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong is at a loss for words.

Okay. Forget the principles of the Red Party.

The underground organisation of the Red Party strictly forbids all kinds of violent or despicable means.

Otherwise, what's the difference between it and a general secret society?

Fine, you won't be needing it. Then give it to me. I can use it. I don't have any principles when it comes to doing things.

But the photos haven't all dried yet. You can't take them away for the time being. You can only leave them with Fang Huaizhou for a while. Come back when they're completely dry.

Suddenly an idea occurred to him.

'By the way, does your organisation need any assistance?'

'What do you mean?'

'For example, I'll donate some money and some weapons...'

'Donations are always welcome. But if they come with any harsh conditions, then forget it,'

Fang Huaizhou said frankly.

Zhang Yong already knew his identity. There was nothing to hide.

The only thing to be careful about in Zhang Yong's presence was to adhere to the basic principles of the Party. Not to be confused by this guy's right and wrong and then mess around.

Zhang Yong's biggest problem is that he likes to mess around. He will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

Although his actions are highly effective, they do conflict with many of the organisational principles of our Party. In the short term, there is no sign that this guy will ever change.

Oddly enough, Zhang Yong seems to be aware of the organisational principles of the Red Party. But he just won't change.

What a strange guy. He seems to know a lot about the Red Party?

But he's not one of us.

But he likes to stick around.

Frankly, Fang Huaizhou has never encountered anyone so contradictory.

He is completely unpredictable!

Shi Bingdao cannot see through him. Gu Mozhai cannot fathom him.

So many people cannot see through him. This shows that there are really too many secrets about this guy.

'I don't have any conditions.'

'Our party always adheres to the principle of fair trade.'

'I understand. I will lend you a sum of money. For a period of 20 years. Fixed interest. After 20 years, you will repay double the amount. How is that?'

'20 years?'

'Yes! Twenty years! Until 1955,'

Zhang Yong repeated emphatically.

So many Bank of Baoshang banknotes had to be spent quickly.

Lending 100,000 taels of silver now and getting 200,000 taels back 20 years later seemed like a bit of a loss. But never mind.

Twenty years later, it should be 1955. New China would have already gained a firm foothold.

In the Korean Peninsula, they have already fought all the most powerful enemies on the planet. No one dares to do anything anymore.

'Are you serious?'

Fang Huaizhou felt very strange. He couldn't understand it again.

Does this guy have so much money that he can't even use it? It's like giving it away for free. Twenty years. How long is that in the future?

To be honest, who can say for sure what the situation will be like in twenty years?

"At that time, I might not be around.'

'But you have an organisation behind you! As long as you have an organisation, you have nothing to fear.'

'You...'

'Don't worry, I believe that the organisation behind you will not only last for twenty years, but even longer. So, this money will definitely be returned.'

'Do you really think so?'

'Yes. If you're gone and the organisation is gone, then won't I have lost all this money? Can I do business at a loss? Don't you think so?'

'That's right...'

Fang Huaizhou said to himself.

Suddenly, he realised that he seemed to have been led astray by this guy.

He wanted to argue back, but didn't know where to start. Did he mean to say that his organisation definitely wouldn't last for twenty years?

'Here, this is 100,000 silver dollars,' Zhang Yong took out a thick stack of banknotes.

'How much?' Fang Huaizhou was stunned.

100,000 silver dollars?

Wow!

How much money does this guy have anyway?

Isn't he just a squad leader in the secret service department of the Restoration Society? How could he have made so much money?

Wow!

Fang Huaizhou felt that he was out of touch with the times.

He just couldn't understand it!

Corruption?

Are you kidding? Who could possibly be able to embezzle that much?

That's 100,000 silver dollars! Silver dollars! Not those worthless paper notes!

Who has that much?

Even Dai Li probably couldn't come up with that much in silver dollars!

Money, money, money...

It's all about money...

How much did Zhang Yong get in the end...

'Check carefully!' Zhang Yong said, "100,000 silver dollars, not a penny less. Twenty years from now, you will have to pay back 400,000 silver dollars. I only want silver dollars. I don't want anything else. Don't even think about trying to fool me with paper money.'

'Fine. I'll lend you the money," Fang Huaizhou collected his thoughts and made a decisive decision.

If Zhang Yong had given him the money, he probably wouldn't have accepted it.

But if he was borrowing the money, he dared to accept it.

Twenty years later, he would pay it back double, which was practically free in terms of interest.

'Come, come, write the IOU.'

'Okay!'

Fang Huaizhou really wrote the IOU.

Zhang Yong asked him to specify that it should be returned on 1 December 1955. It must be returned in cash. Or in silver of equivalent weight. No banknotes of any kind.

If he personally had to make the sacrifice, then his superiors would organise the repayment.

Fang Huaizhou suddenly remembered something. 'If you take the IOU, aren't you afraid that the secret service of the Restoration Society will say that you are communicating with the Red Party?'

'No one can see the receipt except you,' Zhang Yong replied casually. 'And no one will say I'm a communist. If anyone does, I don't have to do anything, someone else will get rid of them.'

'Why?'

'Because I also make money for the Fuxing Society secret service!'

'Er...'

'There are a thousand or so people in the Fuxing Society, and I've earned most of their benefits. To say I'm a communist is to go against the entire secret service.'

'You...'

Fang Huaizhou was speechless.

What was this called? Money talks?

The Gu Party was truly hopeless.

But he had to admit that this Zhang Yong was truly crazy to arrest spies.

He wondered if Zhang Yong was protecting the country or just making money. Or maybe both? The spies were unlucky to have met him.

Zhang Yong took the IOU, flicked it, and stored it in his space.

Good.

One more guarantee.

Twenty years from now, there will still be at least 400,000 silver dollars.

What?

Default on the loan?

Don't worry.

This investment will definitely not lose money.

Goodbye.

Back to Zhuyuan.

Call inside Zhuyuan. Go directly to Kipling.

The map marker shows that Kipling is no longer by the wall. Instead, he is in the heart of Zhuyuan.

Sure enough, soon, Kipling answered the phone.

'Your photo is worthless,' Zhang Yong said coldly. "If you want to get out alive, you have to give me something.'

'Of course I know that. I have something for you. But how can I trust you?" Kyprov's reply was also cold. 'You get the goods and then still keep me here. What can I do? Do you think I would do business like this?'

'It seems like you don't have a choice.'

'If you kill me, you won't get the $100,000. Why bother?'

'You're right! So what do you suggest?'

Zhang Yong nodded honestly.

The main one is to listen to good advice.

He didn't actually like killing people. There was no benefit. There was no personal grudge.

Of course, except for people like Wang Zhulin. This guy had done too many dirty things. If he caught the other party, he would definitely shoot him. It would be like taking revenge for all the girls who had suffered.

'Let me out first...'

'No way.'

'You...'

Chepolov's voice cut off abruptly.

Zhang Yong felt something was wrong. Was it possible that the phone line had been cut? No way!

He immediately checked the map. He noticed that several small red dots had appeared next to Chepolov. And a few small white dots. They were intertwined with each other.

Huh?

What were these guys doing?

Were they a group of tough guys dancing? Were the Japanese invaders mixed in with them?

Suddenly...

one red dot disappeared.

Huh?

It's gone?

No way!

Zhang Yong thought he must have made a mistake.

Then he noticed another white dot disappear. This time, he was sure he hadn't made a mistake.

Gradually, he understood.

It turned out that the white and red dots were fighting.

The white dots were probably Chepolov's men or others. The red dots were the Japanese. They might be from the Green Dragon Gang. Both sides had started fighting.

But there was no gunfire. It was probably a hand-to-hand fight. A close-quarter battle.

Strange, how did these two groups get into a fight? After all, when in trouble, shouldn't they cooperate with each other?

But then I quickly figured it out.

The Japanese invaders could never cooperate with anyone. They specialised in betraying their comrades.

Strategically, they betrayed the Führer.

Tactically, they betrayed each other, the army idiots and the navy idiots.

They could never cooperate with outsiders. And they could never cooperate with each other. There was no unity.

Good. Good. Good.

Fight slowly. The more intense the fight, the better.