Chapter 631: Dinner will be late

'Pop!

Pop!'

The applause sounded warmly.

Everyone was congratulating Zhang Yong. Everyone was beaming with joy.

Zhang Yong was also very happy.

Of course he was happy to get promoted. You have to be happy even if you're not.

If the Chief gives you a promotion, aren't you happy? You say you're not well-educated, blah, blah, blah.

That's not true.

A promotion to team leader. It's fine. You're not yet qualified to enter the merit forest.

A promotion means you'll get rich!

When you go out, if you say you're a team leader in the Secret Service, no one will feel anything. But if you say you're a team leader in the Secret Service, that's a completely different story. As a team leader, no one will give you gifts. But a team leader will definitely get gifts.

In the past, Li Boqi was the team leader. He was in charge of a region. What power he had.

If he is a true team leader, when he goes to Hangzhou in the future, he will be the most powerful person there. The Secret Service will definitely not send anyone else there.

In other words, in Hangzhou, he will be like a monkey claiming to be king in the absence of a tiger.

He can represent the Secret Service when he goes out.

You must know that there are currently more than a dozen operational teams in the Secret Service. Each team leader is an old hand.

What's more, this is all arranged by the head of the department.

This was all calculated by the head of the department long ago.

promoted him. But he immediately took countermeasures. He made Mao Renfeng secretly target him.

In addition to Mao Renfeng, Zhang Yong guessed that the Director had other tricks up his sleeve.

After all, he had already been reincarnated twice. He was not really stupid. He would definitely be able to figure something out.

Sure enough...

The Director waved his hand.

Everyone immediately fell silent.

'Shaolong!'

'Yes!'

'Your special operations team has no fixed establishment, and all personnel are drawn from other operations teams. Gather all the best soldiers and officers. Carry out the most difficult missions. From now on, you will be the sharpest knives in the secret service. Understood?'

'Understood!'

Zhang Yong replied proudly.

As if he was very excited.

In fact, he was secretly feeling sad.

The director was indeed paranoid. He didn't even spare a young and inexperienced person like himself.

No wonder he was on his guard from now on.

The director emphasized the importance of the best soldiers and officers. But Zhang Yong himself understood that the point was that there was no fixed establishment.

In other words, as the team leader, he has no fixed team. He is a loose cannon. A temporary formation. The people under him are all temporarily deployed. Since they can be deployed, they can of course be redeployed. Once all the staff have been redeployed, he will be left high and dry.

What a plan.

If he is obedient, he will have people under him.

If he is not obedient, he will be left high and dry.

Is a team leader without subordinates still a team leader? It may be difficult to hail a taxi.

Play dumb.

It fits his persona.

His persona is not very intelligent or emotional...

If he's too smart, no one will like him.

'Shao Long, you can pick anyone from our Third Action Team. Anyone you say is fine,' Dai Yice spoke up first.

'We're with the Second Action Team,' Liu Daowu chimed in.

'You know the Sixth Action Team best. Make your own list!' Kou Xingde added.

'Thank you! I won't be rude then,' Zhang Yong replied with a smile.

They were all old foxes. Each one of them was cunning.

In front of these people, if he acted too clever, it would ruin the atmosphere.

Since I was allowed to pick people, I'll pick the most capable.

I'll use them temporarily, so I might as well use them.

He really took out paper and pen and wrote down the list.

He was most familiar with Kou Xingde's action team. He picked five people.

He pushed the list over to Kou Xingde.

Kou Xingde glanced at the list and pretended to be distressed, saying, 'Shaolong, don't take my kindness for real! You really want to take away all my best people!'

'The department head has agreed,' Zhang Yong said with a smile, 'if you don't want to, you can refuse.'

'Okay, okay, you can have them all!' Kou Xingde said exaggeratedly, 'and you have to treat me to dinner afterwards.'

'How about cash?' Zhang Yong beamed.

'Okay...' Kou Xingde nodded repeatedly, then felt something was wrong.

This...

It seems...

The Director is still here!

He spoke so blatantly, what if the Director minds...

Fortunately, the Director doesn't mind. His expression returned to normal.

Okay. The little guy across the table has another nickname, called the Boy with the Golden Touch. He is the best at making money. The past six months have been crazy.

The Fuxing Society's Secret Service Department has never been so rich.

Buying a car!

Buy a house! No, buy a safe house.

All these big purchases.

The headquarters on Ji'e Lane has been secretly expanded.

In the past, the head of the department went around borrowing money from everyone. Begging and pleading. It was only with great difficulty that he borrowed a little.

Now, the head of the department is worried that being too high-profile may attract attention. So, they have been repeatedly told to keep a low profile. But in the end, they haven't been able to keep a low profile. Cars have increased, houses have increased, and benefits have increased. How can they keep a low profile?

In other words, there was no way they could buy weapons and ammunition in large quantities.

Otherwise, they would definitely buy them in large quantities.

It's good to cash in.

It's good to cash in.

Zhang Yong was not short of money. He had plenty of it.

'I'll write it!' Dai Yice handed him the paper and pen, "I'll keep it for your best. I'd be a dog if I lied to you.'

'Good," Zhang Yong said with a smile, 'so do you want to cash in? It's good to cash in...'

Dai Yice nodded with a smile.

Of course he wanted to cash in. Only cashing in would make things worthwhile.

Suddenly, he saw everyone standing up. 'You discuss this with Shao Long,' he said.

'Yes,' everyone hurriedly stood up.

They respectfully saw the boss off.

Zhou Gao left next. The two section chiefs also left.

That left the three action team leaders and Jia Tengying. He also stayed behind to offer Zhang Yong advice.

Zhang Yong looked around and whispered, 'There are no surveillance cameras, right?'

'No,' said Kou Xingde, "this is just a temporary place. I guarantee there are no eavesdroppers.'

'That's good," said Zhang Yong, taking out a stack of US dollars, dividing it into four equal parts and pushing it towards the four men. "You wanted cash! If you lose money, don't blame me!'

'No loss, no loss..." Dai Yice took the US dollars first.

They were all 10-dollar bills, 10 of them per person, which was 100 US dollars.

Everyone was very happy.

A hundred dollars, what a meal!

A hundred dollars can be exchanged for more than 500 taels of silver!

What meal can't you afford? Besides, there are many things that dollars can do that silver can't. Nowadays, it's not so easy for ordinary people to exchange silver for dollars.

Even the secret service of the RCCK has no choice. Because there is a limited amount of dollars.

'Shao Long, how did you earn it?'

'Catching spies! Where else can I get it if not from spies?'

'When will you take us to catch spies? I want to get rich too.'

'There are plenty of Japanese spies on the Bund, so there are plenty of opportunities.'

'Don't forget to call me!'

In the absence of the head of the secret service, everyone is uninhibited.

It's normal to make a little extra money! Otherwise, why would everyone work so hard?

In the past, they were poor as hell when they caught the Red Party. Who knew that catching Japanese spies was so profitable!

The problem is that they can't catch them.

Japanese spies are hard to catch. They are impossible to identify.

If they had Zhang Yong's abilities, they would have caught all the Japanese spies in Shanghai and Nanjing and wiped them out.

They would have also caught the Japanese spies in Tianjin, Beiping, Wuhan and Guangzhou.

They would have worked tirelessly, day and night, for anything that would make them rich.

Unfortunately, they couldn't do it.

Catching Japanese spies was still Zhang Yong's thing.

Not only could he catch people, he could also get rich, which was a dream come true.

'When are you going back to Hangzhou?'

'What the hell for!'

'I have to do what the boss tells me.'

'I thought you were going to the Joint Group? Surely you're not going back!'

'Shaolong is really busy. The Joint Group wants him, and so does the Air Ministry. Shaolong, if you give me half your skills, I'll help you...'

'Good, come and learn from me...'

They laughed and joked.

Zhang Yong was very familiar with this kind of bantering.

It's all just a show. Now they're all being affectionate like family, but who knows what'll happen in the future? They'll turn on each other without mercy, just like the standard model of the military.

Finally, it's time to eat.

Zhang Yong deliberately dawdles, and squeezes his way out between the crowd.

The goal is of course to keep a low profile.

It would be best if no one noticed him.

Who knows...

The voice of the department head comes over the intercom:

"Shao Long, come with me. We'll eat later.'

'Yes,'

Zhang Yong hastily agrees.

He inwardly groaned. Could it be that he would be tested on the Romance of the Three Kingdoms?

He was so scared. He hadn't read it before!

He had been too busy being greedy for wealth and lustful for women...

He felt uneasy.

He was very uneasy.

He obediently followed the head of the department out of the Taoranju. Three cars were parked outside.

They were all black sedans. They looked exactly the same.

The one leading the way was Dai Yice. They were all heavily armed.

He was puzzled. Where was the head of the department going?

It seemed like it was dinner time...

Man is made of iron, but food is made of steel. If you don't eat, you'll feel anxious.

You don't need to eat, Mr Director. But I, Zhang Yong, do...

But I dare not say so.

The director just said that we'll eat later. Then there will definitely be food.

'Get in the car.'

'Yes.'

Pull the door. I want to sit in the passenger seat.

But the director points to the back seat.

'Sit with me.'

'Yes.'

I inwardly groan in frustration.

Director, I don't want you to be so familiar with me!

If you appreciate me and trust me, just give me a few hundred thousand.

Dollars, pounds sterling, it doesn't matter. Oceanic currency is fine too.

I don't care about anything else. And I don't need it either.

However. I dare not say it.

I obediently sit in the back.

The boss gets in the car after me.

Secretary Lin sits in the passenger seat.

The driver...

Huh?

Wait.

The driver is actually Jia Tengying?

Zhang Yong???

Stationmaster Jia is the driver?

Wait. Stationmaster Jia, do you even have a driving licence?

I have a bad feeling about this...

What if Luo Bailong asks...

It's true that being close to the king is like being close to a tiger! I'm so nervous...

'Let's go!'

'Yes!'

Jia Tengying agreed. Then he drove off.

In front of him was Dai Yice's car leading the way. They had already driven a few dozen metres. The speed was very slow.

The car behind them then followed suit. The three cars gradually formed a convoy. Suddenly, Jia Tengying accelerated and overtook Dai Yize's car. Taking the lead.

Zhang Yong: ?

Why did he go to the front?

Isn't he worried about being attacked by enemies?

Silence.

Nervousness.

After a while, Dai Yize's car overtook. A car behind it also overtook. The car with the seat of power fell behind again.

Zhang Yong: ...

Okay, gradually understood.

The order has been deliberately disrupted. The three cars are moving around randomly.

Even if someone knows which car the Director is in when they set off, once they are on the road, no one can be sure which car the Director is in.

All three cars are identical. They are constantly changing position. This is to avoid being attacked.

Normally, no one would attack without being 100% sure. Not only would it be a waste of an opportunity, it would alert the enemy. It would also attract retaliation.

But!

Suddenly, a red dot appeared at the edge of the map.

Zhang Yongxin's heart sank.

The red dot was next to the road. It also carried weapons.

Is it going to attack?

'Director...'

'Yes?'

'There is a Japanese spy ahead. He is armed.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes. He is at the third intersection ahead. He is alone.'

'Tengying, let's go last.'

'Okay!'

Jia Tengying agreed.

In those days, there were no radios. Dai Yize could not be informed.

However, the officer in charge obviously was not going to stop.

Zhang Yong silently pulled out his gun.

He could not afford to be careless. That would be fatal.

He loved his life very much.

The cars drove on at a constant speed.

Dai Yize's vehicle was at the front.

The Japanese spy was seen.

He was wearing a suit and carrying a suitcase, as if he were waiting for someone.

'Paf!'

'Paf!'

Sure enough, the gun went off.

The Japanese spy draws his gun and shoots.

Dai Yice's car is hit. I don't know what the consequences will be.

Zhang Yong: ...

Suddenly, Jia Tengying veers the car to the side. Then he stops.

While stopping, he presses down on the window. Then he draws his gun and shoots. He unleashes a barrage of bullets at the Japanese spy.

Did he hit him? I'm not sure. Anyway, the magazine is empty.

Zhang Yong also tries to press down on the window and shoot. But he finds that the window is locked. He can't press it down.

Suddenly he understands.

Jia Tianying had done it on purpose.

The director was in the back. Of course he couldn't let the enemy see.

'Pop pop pop!'

'Pop pop pop!'

The agents in the other car also raised their guns and fired.

The scene was a chaotic mess of gunfire. The Japanese spy was quickly brought down. The red dot on the map disappeared.

Oh, it's done. He's dead.

It was actually only a matter of seconds.

'Go!'

The director didn't look surprised.

Zhang Yong: ...

Impressive. So calm.

It seems like a common occurrence.

Okay. There are countless people who want him dead in his position.

'Go down and take a look.'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong quickly gets out of the car.

He goes over to the dead Japanese soldier. A cursory inspection.

There are no valuable clues.

The suitcase is full of random stuff.

The weapon is a Browning M1903 pistol. There is only one magazine. The bullets have all been fired.

Very puzzled.

Something doesn't feel right.

A killer like this makes no sense at all!

Just one person. One gun. A few bullets, and he wants to kill the head of the Fuxing Society's secret service?

This can't be serious. Are the Japanese really that naive?

Back. A brief report.

'Go!'

'Yes.'

The convoy continues.

It will soon arrive at its destination. It turns out to be the Security Command Headquarters.

Confusion.

What is the Chief doing at the Security Command Headquarters?

Is he here for dinner?

Stop the car.

Get out.

and sees Zhou Yang.

'Director Dai, Team Leader Zhang.'

'Deputy Officer Zhou.'

Zhang Yong greets the other man with a smile.

He notices a detail. Zhou Yang addressed him as Team Leader. Previously, he was always addressed as Captain.

Apparently, he had already been informed in advance of his promotion to Team Leader. It must have been the Secret Service who informed him in advance.

'Director Dai, the commander is waiting for you inside.'

'Okay.'

The director went in alone.

Zhang Yong, of course, knew what to do. He wisely stayed outside.

Seeing Zhou Yang wave his hand, someone came up to invite Secretary Lin to dinner. Someone else invited Station Chief Jia.

The other agents were also arranged by the people from the General Command.

Finally, Zhou Yang said to Zhang Yong, 'Let's go, we'll go to dinner too. We can talk while we eat.'