Chapter 553: Sakata-kun, long time no see

Edelman's face suddenly turned red.

What? Our German planes are inferior? Who told you that? You mustn't believe the Japanese nonsense!

What are the Japanese? Daring to compare with us?

'We are the most advanced!'

'We have the fastest speed. The fastest climb. The fastest turning radius. The fastest range.'

'We, we...'

Edelman was getting anxious. He spoke Chinese directly.

He actually knew a little Chinese. After all, when in Rome... It was impossible to be completely ignorant.

However, his Chinese was indeed very limited. When he got anxious, everything was the fastest.

'Oh, then someone must have made a mistake,' Zhang Yong nodded. He said he understood. But then he asked, "Are Kawasaki, Nakajima and Mitsubishi even better?'

'They, they, they, we are the fastest, the fastest!" Edmann spoke Chinese anxiously.

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully. He said he understood.

But his expression made Edmann feel uncomfortable. It seemed that Zhang Yong was not really convinced.

After all, the Japanese only sold the information because they no longer needed it.

If they sold it, it must be unimportant information! Could it be that the Japanese have more advanced aircraft?

'Impossible!'

Edelman suddenly shouted irritably.

Zhang Yong looked at him in puzzlement.

What was impossible?

'In short, they don't understand at all!' Edelman finally repeated emphatically.

'I understand,' Zhang Yong nodded. But although he said he understood, the expression on his face clearly showed that he didn't. What he said was just an excuse.

'Mr. Edelmann, let's get back to the shooting!' Zhang Yong changed the subject.

'No,' Edelmann felt the need to deepen Zhang Yong's understanding, lest this guy also fail to recognise the value. He didn't take the Bf 109 seriously.

The Germans now desperately needed to gain the respect of others.

Most Germans were not convinced by the results of the defeat in World War I. They felt that it was the fault of the war.

Coupled with the subsequent sanctions imposed on the Germans by other countries, prices in Germany soared, and the people suffered.

There is a famous saying from later generations, what is it?

It goes something like: If a loaf of bread costs 500,000 marks, you'll cock your gun faster than anyone else.

The saying is crude, but the principle is sound.

If one day, a catty of rice or a catty of flour in China also costs hundreds of thousands or millions, it means that the country has collapsed.

In that case, the common people will definitely be the fastest gun-pullers in the world.

'So...'

'Sit down.'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong obediently sat down.

Edelman also sat down. At the same time, he waved his hand. He told the others to go away.

'We need your help.'

'Me?'

'Yes.'

'How can I help?'

'We need data on Japanese aircraft.'

'Huh?'

'Nakajima, Kawasaki, Mitsubishi, all of them. Fighters, bombers, everything.'

'But I don't have any contacts in that field!'

'You can go out and buy it.'

'Me?'

'Yes. We'll take care of the financing. You go out and buy it.'

'Mr. Edelman, as you know, confidential data is very valuable. It's not easy to buy.'

'We'll give you special privileges.'

'What privileges?'

'The privileges of a German diplomat. We'll hire you as a special diplomat. You'll have all the powers of a German diplomat. If you get into trouble on some occasion, you can show your German passport. Or you can just ask us to step in and help you. We promise to come as quickly as possible, whenever you need us.'

'This...'

Zhang Yong was dumbfounded.

It's not an exaggeration to say he was speechless.

Sweat...

The Germans are really in a hurry.

It seems they are a bit desperate.

They are scared by a list of random numbers?

Not only do they need to catch the leaker, they also need to spy on the Japanese?

Sweat...

It's not polite to receive a favour and not return the favour.

Maybe the Germans didn't care much about Japanese aircraft in the past. But now it's different.

Since the Japanese have already started early, the Germans can't be too careless. If the Japanese really have some very advanced technology, won't they be easily beaten in the future?

National sentiment was also running high among Germans at this time. Compared to the Japanese, they were actually not much inferior.

Anything that was unfavourable to the Germans would provoke a very strong reaction.

However, the Germans had almost no decent intelligence capabilities in the Far East, to be honest.

They had to rely on other people. In order to get intelligence,

they needed agents.

It just so happened that Zhang Yong was the best choice.

This guy is capable. The remaining problems can all be solved with money.

'And...'

Edelman suddenly put on an air of mystery.

Zhang Yong was well prepared for this. So, there was no emotion inside.

It must be a mixture of coercion and inducement again.

All espionage work is inseparable from these four words. Except for the Red Party.

The Red Party, which was in its ascendant period, truly had faith. Of course, some other people also had very firm spiritual support.

Perhaps it was just that Zhang Yong did not have it.

He was not worthy of it.

'What?'

Zhang Yong acted very curious, matching the other person's expression.

He was the fish. The other person had thrown out the bait. Of course he had to show greed. If he didn't show greed, the other person wouldn't bite.

'After the job is done, you are welcome in Germany.'

'What do you mean?'

'You can go to Germany and settle there.'

'I see.'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

That was amazing. In the future, it would be difficult to get a right of abode in a foreign country.

Unexpectedly, after he had travelled back in time, he had managed to do it easily. By the way, it seems like a good idea to settle in Germany.

What about Hamburg, Munich, or Werder Bremen?

Of course, it's just a thought. If you go to Germany now, you're just asking for trouble. In the future, you'll be bombed day and night, and you won't know which way is up...

'We are very sincere.'

'I understand.'

Zhang Yong also answered very sincerely.

Believe it or not, I believe it. I really am very sincere. Haha.

For the sake of the 20,000 US dollars, I'll do this job for you.

In fact, he just thought of how to get it done. Coincidentally, there is a Zero fighter.

That Zero fighter will appear around 1939. The design drawings for it should start in secret in the next year or two.

Throughout World War II, the only fighter the Japanese invaders could field was the Zero.

Although it was tortured to death in the later period, it was indeed very strong in the early period. Among the many fighter models of the US Empire, only the P-38 Lightning could fight back a little.

Although it was a naval horse, the Germans couldn't tell the difference.

By the way, do the Germans want the data of the P-38 Lightning? If so, I can sell it too. Hehe.

If selling core technical data could make him rich overnight, Zhang Yong seemed to have found a shortcut to wealth. He was able to get on well with heads of state from all over the world. He sold German data to the United States and American data to Germany. He made a fortune by trading back and forth. How wonderful!

"I need a German passport.'

'Of course. I'll get it ready for you right away.'

'Thank you. I'll get started.'

'Zhang, I'm looking forward to hearing good news from you.'

'I'll do my best.'

Zhang Yong's reply was harmless.

Edelman went away very satisfied.

It was clear that he still recognised Zhang Yong's abilities.

The key point was that the data on the bf109 was really accurate! It was said that even the aircraft designer Schmidt knew about it.

Zhang Yong silently withdrew his gaze. His fingers tapped the table unconsciously.

Did he feel like he had a lot to do now?

Did he feel like there was an endless supply of treasures to be exploited?

Simply from the perspective of selling information, the information he had was quite a lot.

In addition to technical information, there are also national affairs.

Including the surprise attack on Pearl Harbor!

Including the D-Day landings!

He basically remembers all these major events.

After all, he went to university and later often argued with people on military forums. He was repeatedly slapped in the face.

On military forums, he is the kind of person who is both inexperienced and playful.

Unexpectedly, all the depression from being slapped in the face in a previous life can now be used to get rich. Really...

Hey, the wheel of fortune turns, and thirty years of hardship can be followed by thirty years of prosperity...

Chen Gongpeng sensed that he was being approached.

'Shaolong, shall we go in and search now?'

'No. First, we will submit an official request to the concessionary Ministry of Public Works. Then we will wait for their reply.'

'Good.'

Chen Gongpeng then sent someone to do so.

After that, they sat down inside the café. They dawdled.

It was a rare moment of leisure.

And it was a leisurely moment, to be sure.

To conduct a raid in Dongjiaominxiang, you definitely need the consent of the German-run Ministry of Public Works!

Dongjiaominxiang is a small place, but it has everything. It is actually a concession as well. The Ministry of Public Works is located there. The Ministry of Public Works is in charge of all matters. All foreigners must abide by the Ministry of Public Works' regulations. It is actually quite similar to the Shanghai International Settlement. Zhang Yong is very familiar with the operating procedures there.

Will the Japanese agree to the raid? Of course not.

But the Germans will certainly support the search. Anyone who disagrees is an enemy of Germany.

In the end, the Japanese will have to give in. So, before that happens, they will let the murderer temporarily leave Dongjiaominxiang. Go somewhere else.

So, where will the murderer go?

Zhang Yong doesn't care. It's not necessary. Just know that the murderer is Japanese.

Sometimes, the truth is not necessary for many things.

It is enough to let the Germans know that it was the Japanese who did it.

An hour...

two hours...

Sure enough, the Prefecture did not reply.

France, as the country in charge, obviously did not get along well with the Germans.

The two countries were sworn enemies on the European continent. The French would certainly not agree to the Germans' demands so easily. So they had to wait patiently.

It didn't matter. They had plenty of time.

It would be best to wait and wait, until 1936. After all, there were only a few days left until New Year's Day...

Finally, Zhang Yong could no longer sit still.

Although time was not valuable, it could not be wasted like this.

Looking at the clock, there were still three hours until the end of the workday at 5 o'clock.

It seemed like he could still catch a few Japanese spies.

"Chen...'

'You can call me Big Brother,'

'Big Brother?'

'You are also considered to be my teacher's apprentice,'

'Yes...'

Zhang Yong nodded.

It seemed like it was true.

Chen Gongpeng had been the first to join the group, and he was the veritable younger brother.

Networking. Good.

He liked networking the most. Acquaintances made things easier.

So he said, 'Big brother, we're not doing anything, let's go catch some Japanese spies. We can make some pocket money.'

'You know where the Japanese spies are?' Chen Gongpeng felt strange.

What do you mean, we're not doing anything?

It seems like we have something to do.

Besides, Japanese spies don't just appear out of nowhere!

And make some pocket money?

Ridiculous.

It's not like every Japanese spy carries money with them, is it?

'Follow me!'

'Okay!'

Chen Gongpeng felt that it was pretty boring just waiting around, and if there were spies, he could indeed catch a few.

So he took his elite troops with him. They set off with Zhang Yong. But the two trucks of soldiers remained in place. You don't need that many people to catch spies.

Zhang Yong also felt that it was fine. A dozen experts were enough.

Approaching the target.

The target is inside a nearby French restaurant.

Observing through binoculars, it is a very decent-looking middle-aged man. Suited up, a successful man.

There were also two pretty girls by his side. Both were young. They were dressed in simple cheongsams. Modest and beautiful. Graceful and generous. I wonder what they were discussing.

'Is that him?'

'Yes.'

'Shall we do it?'

'No. I'll go in and find out more about him.'

Zhang Yong shook his head.

In fact, he wanted to go gossip a bit.

This Japanese spy seemed to be trying to seduce the two young girls. How could he let him get away with that?

The map showed that the Japanese spy was unarmed.

Then all is well.

He immediately enters the restaurant and goes over to the spy.

A quick glance. Boy, are those two girls pretty! At least 90 points in the looks department. No makeup. All natural.

A flutter in the heart...

Just kidding. He's not going to get a flutter. At most, he'll get a raging hard-on.

He sits down next to the spy.

Spy: ?

I don't think I know you.

Have you sat in the wrong place? Would you mind moving over?

However, Zhang Yong had already spoken,

'Sakata-kun, how have you been?'