Chapter 545: No, Your Yida
Night falls. The lights come on.
Beiping suddenly becomes very quiet. There is peace and tranquility.
The smoke from the chimneys rises, bringing a little life and vitality to this ancient city. A glimmer of hope can be seen in the gloom.
'Old Zhao, you're welcome!'
'Don't worry, I'm treating!'
Zhang Yong gestures enthusiastically.
Other people have forced sales. He didn't. But he is forcing the treat.
It's nothing, just having too much money. You have to spend it quickly.
After two lifetimes, Zhang Yong's summary of experience is: money is only yours if you spend it.
Otherwise, even if you earn a lot of money, if you die one day, it will all go to someone else. As the saying goes, the most painful thing is to lose your life while you still have money.
Both Zhang Yong and Zhao Guanglin are actually the same in nature.
They are engaged in the most dangerous work. They could die at any time.
They don't know where the enemy is.
They don't know when the enemy will appear.
They also don't know what methods the enemy will use or what weapons the enemy will use to kill you.
It is impossible to guard against everything.
There is no absolute 100% safety.
Even the governor was forced by Han Fuzhu to stay in Quancheng.
He wanted to escape, but he couldn't.
Quancheng was Han Fuzhu's territory. Han Fuzhu had an army.
The governor, with just a few dozen men, was like a mantis trying to stop a car, if he fought against an army of thousands or tens of thousands.
If he resisted even a little, the governor would be dead.
So, no matter how confident the governor is in peacetime, in Quancheng, he has to behave with his tail between his legs.
Unless he wants to die.
After all, these days, military power is king.
He who has the gun is king. Only those with guns, people and territory are qualified to speak in history.
Whether they will be remembered for a hundred years.
Whether they will be hated for a thousand years.
At least, you have to be qualified to be remembered in history.
Those are the big shots.
They are all small fry.
What can small fry do? In winter, of course, it's lamb hotpot.
Peking's lamb hotpot is so famous.
It's not easy to gain a foothold in Peking and a new identity. If you don't have a good lamb hotpot, then the Japanese spy arrest was for nothing.
You just got several hundred dollars, all in cash.
Spend it!
Spend it all!
Spend it all!
First lamb hotpot, then a night on the town!
Tonight, you won't go home until you're drunk!
Of course, going to a flower house is just a fantasy. It's impossible.
Still going to a flower house?
Still going until you're drunk?
If you get drunk, you'll lose your head.
It's as if your head is worth 100,000 US dollars.
That was the price Cheboshov offered. It has never been cancelled. Zhang Yong's extortion of Cheboshov's 100,000 US dollars has not yet arrived.
Alas, so busy...
Collecting money, there's no end to it, there's simply no end to it...
'Lao Zhao!'
'Come!'
'Come!'
Zhang Yong enthusiastically offered Zhao Guanglin some lamb.
It wasn't that he was generous. It was just that he wanted so much. He had simply come straight in and dropped 20 silver dollars.
In a previous life, he had been slightly shocked by the price of a roast duck at Quanjude. He had spent several hundred dollars and only managed to eat a little bit. So he had a deep impression of the prices in Beiping.
He thought that this lamb shabu shabu should also be quite expensive. If he didn't have a hundred or so silver dollars in his pocket, he wouldn't dare to treat.
This time, he carried a cloth bag. It was full of silver dollars. More than 600 of them. He brought them all.
But then, there was a mistake.
Ten silver dollars could buy a lot of lamb. Enough for ten people.
What about twenty silver dollars?
The boss's eyes lit up. He was afraid that he might change his mind, so he took all twenty silver dollars immediately. Then he gave orders for the lamb to be prepared.
What?
The kitchen doesn't have enough lamb prepared?
Kill it!
Kill it quickly!
Kill it now!
Sell it as soon as it's killed!
This is a big customer, a big boss, and he must be fully satisfied!
Zhang Yong: ...
Rushed into it. If I'd known, I would have just given him two dollars.
As it turned out, the purchasing power of a dollar was really strong. One dollar was enough to feed a person well. There might even be some left over.
Never mind. No point in returning it.
After all, the money in his hands was easy to come by. It doesn't matter if he wastes a bit.
It's all money that the Japanese invaders saved. But it's just being taken from the hands of the Japanese invaders... Take it.
In the end, it's the Japanese invaders who get hurt.
So...
The table is piled high with lamb.
Even if there were five Zhao Guanglins, it would be impossible to finish it all.
'No...'
'No...'
Zhao Guanglin was finally defeated by Zhang Yong.
It's as if he doesn't take the dollars seriously! Do you know how valuable a dollar is now?
In some places, a dollar could buy 300 catties of rice! That's enough for a family of seven or eight to eat for a month. There was also some wealth.
But there was no way to say anything.
Because Zhang Yong's capture of the Japanese spy was truly miraculous.
The Japanese spy was captured, and the amount of dollars seized was also quite large. Apart from the amount distributed to the people below, there was still a large surplus.
What happened to the 20,000 dollars?
Zhang Yong took 500, and Pang Yu took 500. Everyone else got 50.
The rest was eventually handed in. The superiors were overjoyed.
As the head of the Special Operations Section, Pang Yu received lavish praise from his superiors.
Now Pang Yu walked with a swagger. His face was radiant.
'The Japanese spy didn't confess.'
'Of course not. You can't just ask him directly.'
'So what do you suggest?'
'Keep arresting them.'
'What about those we arrested before? Just ignore them?'
'Just ignore them. Just do whatever you want with them.'
'Kill them all?'
'We can also keep them. We can ask the Japanese invaders for ransom later.'
'This...'
Zhao Guanglin hesitated.
He didn't like the word ransom very much.
Money smelled too strong.
So did Zhang Yong. Whether it was real or not. This guy smelled of money too much.
Revolution...
It can't be associated with the stench of money.
Otherwise, it would be a desecration of the sacred faith. Money corrupts people's faith.
Oh, does Zhang Yong have faith?
'I believe in money,'
Zhang Yong answered bluntly.
So...
Zhao Guanglin said he had never asked.
Suddenly, Zhang Yong's expression changed. He slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the door.
A woman had entered.
A very beautiful woman. Slender figure. Long hair in a shawl.
She was wearing a black trench coat and black leather boots, looking a little dashing.
She had a melon-shaped face and willowy eyebrows, a little bossy.
Zhang Yong: ...
His eyes kept following the beautiful woman's movements.
Zhao Guanglin saw it. He shook his head. He didn't say anything. This Zhang Yong has a bad habit of being lecherous. He loses his mind when he sees a beautiful woman.
Alas, what bad habits!
If this were the organisation, someone like him would definitely be required to write an examination paper. It must be more than 5,000 words. A profound examination. Otherwise, he might be given a warning.
No kidding...
The organisation absolutely does not tolerate such lecherous men!
However, he did not notice that Zhang Yong had a strange look in the corner of his eye when he looked at the beautiful woman.
This woman, he recognised.
He recognised her as soon as she appeared.
Mei Wan-jun!
That woman! The woman who had carried off his suitcase!
At the time, he had only seen her back. He had not seen her front. However, everything about her was deeply imprinted on his mind.
This was the first time he had been taught a lesson by society.
Or, rather, the first time he had been beaten up by others. It made him realise the dangers of society.
Fortunately, he had swallowed everything in the suitcase in advance. Not a single thing was left behind. Otherwise, he would definitely have been left with no tears to shed.
Fifty thousand US dollars!
Fifty thousand pounds!
And fifty gold bars!
What? There wasn't that much? Get lost! I said there was, so there was!
In any case, Mei Wanqun couldn't possibly go and verify it with Meng Chaowei. And she couldn't possibly go and verify it with the others in the Fuxing Society either. Even if she did, it would be useless.
If Zhang Yong said there was, then there was.
Fifty thousand US dollars! Fifty thousand pounds! Fifty gold bars! Not one less!
Mei Wan-jun is carrying a suitcase. She walks quickly in.
Zhang Yong silently inspects the map. There are weapons symbols on it.
At first, Zhang Yong didn't pay much attention.
He thought it was a police patrol or an agent on a mission. It's not surprising to see weapons.
Unexpectedly, it's Mei Wan-jun.
She's carrying weapons!
There are weapons in her suitcase. This is interesting.
What was she going to do?
Why would she risk being seen openly carrying a weapon?
That was very dangerous.
If she was ever searched and the weapon was discovered...
Mei Wan-jun entered the restaurant silently, walked over to a middle-aged man and quietly placed the suitcase down. Then she continued walking.
The middle-aged man pretended to be oblivious, as if he hadn't seen anything.
The handover between the two was very calm and did not attract anyone's attention. This included Zhao Guanglin, the underground party member.
Zhao Guanglin also didn't notice that Mei Wanqun had already put down the suitcase and was about to complete the handover.
It was at this time that Zhang Yong made his move.
He wanted to intercept the suitcase.
You robbed me of my suitcase in the first place. Now, I'm going to rob you.
This is called a gentleman avenging himself, which is never too late.
Zhang Yong stood up without a sound but was very agile. He walked over to the middle-aged man. He bowed his head. He took the suitcase away.
Middle-aged man: ?
What's going on?
Suddenly, his expression became solemn.
But he saw Zhang Yong pull out a Browning pistol. The black muzzle was pointed at him.
The middle-aged man immediately fell silent.
He watched helplessly as Zhang Yong carried the suitcase away. He was extremely anxious inside, but dared not show it on the surface.
Mei Wan-jun, who was about to walk out the door, suddenly realised that something was wrong.
Someone was behind her.
Damn it!
It's him!
She immediately felt that something was wrong.
She hurriedly turned around. Just in time to see Zhang Yong smile at her slightly.
Then he quickly returned to his seat. He placed the suitcase under his desk.
From now on, no one could steal it from him.
Mei Wan-jun: ?
She exchanged a quick glance with the middle-aged man.
Then the middle-aged man stood up, put down three banknotes, and quickly left.
Mei Wan-jun, however, hesitated.
She couldn't just leave.
There were very important things in the suitcase. She couldn't just leave them behind.
If she did, once these things fell into Zhang Yong's hands, they would be doomed! Rumour had it that whatever Zhang Yong got his hands on would disappear without a trace.
Even the fierce Japanese could not get a single coin out of Zhang Yong's pockets. Unless he wanted to.
And all the women Zhang Yong set his sights on ended up in a terrible state.
Whether they wanted to or not, they became sacrifices.
Gu Xiaoru was like that.
So was Chu Chu.
Of course, she, Mei Wan-jun, absolutely did not believe in this!
Since she was able to easily take the suitcase from Zhang Yong's hands back then, she could certainly do the same now.
She secretly encouraged herself, not to be afraid of Zhang Yong.
Really.
No need to be afraid...
He's not superhuman...
She gritted her teeth in anger and walked straight up to Zhang Yong.
Zhang Yong looked at her with a smile. He put one hand in his pocket. Of course, the pocket contained a pistol. Safety first.
'My suitcase,'
she said slowly.
Her voice was not loud, but it was very pleasant to the ear.
Zhang Yong had the illusion that her voice could absolutely charm a person to death.
If she was willing to use her voice to deceive people, she would definitely succeed.
This woman. God is so generous. Not only has he given her an unparalleled appearance, but also such a beautiful voice. Envy.
The ultimate.
He likes it!
He wants it for himself!
'No, my suitcase,'
Zhang Yong replied calmly. A faint smile was on the corner of his mouth.
My Yida? No, this is your Yida...
'You...'
'This is the suitcase you took from me. Have you forgotten? I haven't forgotten.'
'No.'
'Then give me back my suitcase.'
'You!'
'Or, give me back the contents of the suitcase.'
'Your suitcase is empty.'
'No. My suitcase contains 50,000 US dollars, 50,000 British pounds and 50 gold bars.'
'The suitcase, yes, is empty! It's empty.'
Mei Wan-jun was getting anxious.
Her face had turned very ugly.
She was repeating almost word for word. She was a little agitated.
In the beginning, the box she took was really empty.
After she opened it, there was nothing inside. Not even a single copper coin.
However, no one believed her.
Everyone thought that she had embezzled the treasure inside.
She had no way to defend herself.
In her noble character, she was unwilling to defend herself.
However, from then on, she firmly remembered Zhang Yong, the liar! She remembered this bastard who secretly tricked her!
She vowed to dismember him into a million pieces and scatter his ashes to the four winds!
However, due to a series of unfortunate circumstances, she never had the chance to confront Zhang Yong. She never got the chance to take her revenge.
Unexpectedly, they met again now, and Zhang Yong had taken something from her again.
Something very important. She hesitated.
'Your suitcase is empty, empty,'
Mei Wan-jun continued to emphasise.
She clenched her fists. A silver needle gleamed on her fist.
However, Zhang Yong ignored it.
He saw the silver needle. Then, he didn't care.
If you're capable, go ahead and do it.
After you do it, you can forget about your suitcase.
Wanna bet?
Come on!
Let's see who's the stubborn one between the two of us!
"Don't make me do it.'
'Lady, save it! I know what's in your suitcase.'
'None of your business.'
'If the contents of the suitcase are exposed, not only will you be in danger, but so will the middle-aged man.'
'You don't need to scare me!'
'I'm not scaring you. He left first. This shows that she is more important than you. You think you can protect his safety. But I'm sure I can find out who he is. Since he appeared in public, he has left a loophole. Sooner or later, I will find him. Do you believe it?'
Zhang Yong spoke slowly and deliberately.
He watched Mei Wan-jun's face change with great satisfaction.
This woman was at his mercy.
He had successfully grasped her weak point. She dared not take any risks.
Yes, he had done it deliberately.
He had deliberately framed her.
He was not a good person. Therefore, he was very suitable for dealing with people like them. Good people were no match for them.
This was his territory.
He said what he wanted.
What's more, he had witnesses.
'Miss Mei, Gu Xiaoru can testify. My colleagues can testify. The suitcase was definitely not empty.'
'You took it.'
'You took it!'
'You...'
Mei Wanjun's voice suddenly stopped.
But she was suddenly embraced by Zhang Yong, who then kissed her lips heavily.
She was suddenly confused.
Everyone around her was also confused.
What was this... rhythm?
If you can't argue, just use your mouth?