Chapter 689: I also know some inside information

At night, Zhang Yong sat at the bridgehead.

This bridge is called Wuxian Bridge. A very interesting name.

It is a stone arch bridge. It is less than 30 meters long. The span is less than 15 meters. The height is about 10 meters.

However, it is a veritable transportation hub in the vicinity. Many people and vehicles have to pass through here.

In the past, there was a checkpoint here. The people who come and go are used to it.

It's nighttime, so there isn't much traffic.

Zhang Yong doesn't know what came over him, but he suddenly wants to wait here for the rabbit.

He doesn't know what a rabbit is, but he feels that there might be something here.

Right now, Hangzhou is full of hidden currents and unpredictable changes. There are probably many stories in the darkness.

If he can catch just one or two, he will have a profit.

He has lost Ding Furong's three million, and he must find a way to make it back.

Otherwise, it hurts. I can't sleep at night.

This is the perfect spot to keep an eye on Sun Dingyuan's every move. As soon as Sun Dingyuan sets off, leaving the police station, he can respond quickly.

However, Sun Dingyuan is not moving.

Everyone around him is also quiet. The two Japanese spies are also almost motionless.

Check the time. 10pm.

Suddenly, something catches his attention. A red dot is winding its way from the east.

The red dot is marked. It's Wang Jichang.

Haha. It's him? Zhang Yong immediately perked up.

The god of wealth is here.

No, it's a fat lamb.

Judging from the map, Wang Jichang drove here. Or rather, he drove himself. There are three other people in the car. One in the passenger seat. Two in the back. But none of them are armed. Wang Jichang is also unarmed. In other words, this guy is practically walking into the trap.

No weapons.

It was dark.

He crashed into Zhang Yong's arms.

Isn't that offering money on his own initiative?

If Zhang Yong doesn't squeeze Wang Jichang for all he's worth tonight, he's not called Zhang Yong.

Arrange it immediately.

Soon after, the target appeared.

Zhang Yong raised his binoculars and looked carefully. He discovered it was a Steppenwolf.

Haha!

He suddenly felt like laughing.

It was actually another Steppenwolf!

Zhang Yong really needs a car from this brand.

Steppin' Out, the kind that Claire Chennault drove. Very valuable.

Perfect!

Wang Jichang has done a perfect job.

Not only has he sent money, but also a car. If he had also sent a few pretty girls, he would have been too embarrassed to slap the other guy in the face...

Arrange to stop the car.

He will hide behind the car for now.

Let Wang Jichang be arrogant for a while, and then he will step in and clean up.

This is the only way to slap the other guy in the face.

Soon, Stepanek arrived at the checkpoint. He slowed down. But he didn't stop. And he didn't lower the window.

Apparently, Wang Jichang thought that the checkpoint would let him through. However, it didn't.

The barbed wire was not moved.

The soldier in charge of the checkpoint raised his gun.

Wang Jichang had to stop. He rolled down the window. He stuck his head out. He called impatiently to the outside:

"Hey, what are you doing? Can't you see it's my car?'

'Please show your ID.'

'What kind of ID? Don't you recognise me?

'Please show me your ID.'

The sergeant in charge of the stop didn't care who you were.

They simply dragged Wang Jichang out of the car. They almost pulled Wang Jichang over onto the ground.

Wang Jichang was so anxious and angry that he wanted to swear. But he caught a glimpse of Zhang Yong. His heart immediately became even more infuriated. It turned out that Zhang Yong was the one who was behind this.

'Zhang Yong, what do you want?'

'I'm sorry, please cooperate with the inspection.'

'Cooperate my ass! Who do you think you are to stop me?'

'Do you want to get shot?'

'What did you say?

I said, do you want to get shot?'

'Don't you dare!'

'What's there to dare? I'll blow your brains out. At most, I'll lose my job. I'll become a criminal. I'll go far away, where the emperor can't reach me. What can you do about it? You, Boss Wang, will die on the spot.'

'How dare you...'

'Why don't you try?'

Zhang Yong was unruffled.

He didn't even draw his gun. He even had a smile on his face.

It didn't matter. If necessary, he really would kill Wang Jichang.

It would be a single bullet.

It would go in the centre of his forehead. No immortal could save him.

Wang Jichang laughed in anger.

However, he didn't dare to continue arguing with Zhang Yong.

The reason is simple: the other person might really shoot him. As the saying goes, a barefoot man has nothing to lose.

This Zhang Yong is a barefoot man.

This guy has nothing. Just a rotten life.

Fighting with such a person is not worth it.

Zhang Yong went over to the Steampunk and noticed that it was a brand new car.

He really liked it...

It was mine...

He accidentally saw the three people in the car.

Huh?

It was three young girls?

One of them seemed a little dazed. She leaned against the other girl's arms.

I couldn't help but take a few more looks. I discovered that all three girls were exceptionally beautiful. Especially the one who was leaning. She was definitely a first-class beauty.

If you ask Zhang Yong to identify something, he definitely won't. But he will look at beautiful women.

There are actually three young and beautiful women in Wang Jichang's car? They are all wearing light grey cheongsams, and they don't seem to be women from the nightclub.

Oh, this son of a bitch, ruining innocent women!

Damn Japanese spy, pretending to be Chinese is fine. But you want to harm our Chinese girls?

Fine, you will pay for this later.

The two girls who were conscious saw Zhang Yong and their lips parted slightly, as if they wanted to say something.

Zhang Yong gestured for them to help the unconscious girl up. Take a closer look. They really are beautiful women. That's good.

The car is mine. So is the person.

Forget about the person inside for now. He turns his head and looks at Wang Jichang.

Wang Jichang obviously disapproves of Zhang Yong's actions.

What's wrong with me taking three girls with me?

Who dares to say anything to me?

'What do you really want?' Wang Jichang says slowly.

'Boss Wang, last time you said you'd buy me a midnight snack,' Zhang Yong says slowly, 'but you didn't keep your word. I'm so disappointed.'

'Is that what this is about?' Wang Jichang was about to lose his temper.

What a big deal.

It's just a late-night snack.

Is it really worth holding a grudge over?

I'll treat you now. I'll make it up to you. Is that okay?

Zhang Yong didn't say anything. He looked at the other person askance. It was as if he were looking at an idiot.

What do you think?

Do you think I'm doing this over a late-night snack, or something else?

Can't I fucking afford a late-night snack by myself?

You didn't invite me then, and now you want to make amends, it's too late.

I, Zhang Yong, am not a forgiving person. I'm just a petty person. I like to fight.

You, a Japanese spy, dare to be arrogant here.

Do you really think I don't know how much you weigh?

'I'll treat now.'

'Great.'

Zhang Yong forced a smile.

Wang Jichang's heart, which had been hanging in the balance, finally settled. It's nothing. It's just a late-night snack.

No matter how many late-night snacks there are, Wang Jichang can afford them all.

'I want the roasted whole lamb from the Kwai Yuen Building, the roasted suckling pig from the Pak Heung Building, the lion's head meatballs from the Ying Tsui Building...'

'Wait a minute. Wait a minute,'

Wang Jichang hastily interrupted Zhang Yong.

What's all this about?

What's the point of having a late-night snack like this?

It's not that I'm stingy with money. These things are expensive, but he can afford them. The only problem is, who's going to roast a whole lamb for you in the middle of the night? Who's going to roast a whole pig for you? You can't wait until tomorrow to have a midnight snack, can you?

'What?'

'Can we order something else? These two dishes are a waste of time.'

'We have time!'

'You have time. But I don't!'

'I said you do.'

'But I really have an emergency! I really...'

'I said you can't go.'

'You...'

Wang Jichang finally came to his senses.

Zhang Yong's goal was not a midnight snack. It was to keep him here. Not to let him go.

No matter what he said or did, it was useless.

Zhang Yong was the one who wanted to keep him here.

He understood. This checkpoint was specifically for him, Wang Jichang.

Or rather, Zhang Yong is specifically targeting him, Wang Jichang. Everything is coming his way.

'Zhang Yong, it seems you and I have no grudges against each other...'

'That's right!'

'Then why are you targeting me?'

'I told you. I'm just doing my job.'

'There are so many people and vehicles passing by, why did you pick on me?'

'Random checks. You just happened to be picked.'

'Zhang Yong, I suspect you of abusing your power for personal gain and retaliation. I want to file a complaint...'

'Pang!'

Suddenly, Wang Jichang received a slap.

It was Zhang Yong who hit him. Directly on the face. Hardly. It hurt so much that he quickly pulled back his hand. He let out a quiet gasp.

Shit. This damn Japanese spy. Why is his face so hard?

The slap hurt his hand.

Next time, he'd better use a special face-slapping prop...

'Ah...'

Wang Jichang let out a scream.

Then the scream turned into a scream.

Zhang Yong had hit him too hard. His own palm hurt like hell. Not to mention Wang Jichang, who had taken the slap?

Wang Jichang screamed. Then he went into a rage.

He pounced on Zhang Yong. But Zhang Yong fought back. Then he held him down and gave him a beating.

He wasn't sure about beating other people. But when it came to Wang Jichang, Zhang Yong was confident.

Wang Jichang was chubby. He had difficulty moving around. His hands didn't have much strength. He had been spoiled and pampered, and his body had degenerated.

'You hit me...'

'I'll fight you...'

Wang Jichang roared angrily. He sounded like an injured beast.

Gradually, there was no sound. He had indeed been beaten up badly by Zhang Yong. His whole face was beaten up in a matter of moments, looking like a pig's head.

As the saying goes, don't hit people in the face.

However, Zhang Yong specialised in hitting people in the face.

He wasn't afraid that the other person would complain. In fact, he hoped they would.

Then Lao Jiang wouldn't like him anymore. He would be removed from the birthday party guest list. He wouldn't have to go to Gongde Lin anymore.

It wasn't a good thing to get promoted too quickly. Causing trouble was a way to protect himself.

He was beating up Wang's people.

I'll show you!

As Zhang Yong beat him up, the screams continued.

The two girls in the Steppenwolf couldn't help but quietly stick their heads out to watch.

They saw Zhang Yong riding on top of Wang Jichang and beating him up.

It was a hazy night with dim lighting, but they felt Zhang Yong's figure was incredibly majestic. They were all stunned for a while.

Wang Jichang, such an arrogant character, was really being beaten up!

"Ahhh...'

'Son of a bitch...'

Wang Jichang finally realised that it was wrong to just hold on.

You must never fight back against someone like Zhang Yong. Otherwise, if the other person goes crazy, they will go all out.

They won't kill you on the spot. But they will beat you to the point where you are disabled.

'Pay up!'

'Pay up!'

Zhang Yong shouted while beating Wang Jichang.

As he beat him, he started to sweat. He was so tired. Son of a bitch.

Every time the cold wind blows, the sweat goes back up my body, and I might catch a cold. The last time I caught a cold, I was sick for half a month. If I catch another cold, it'll be your fault, Wang Jichang.

'What money?'

'100,000 taels of silver!'

'What did you say?'

'100,000 taels of silver!'

'No way...'

'If you hadn't stopped me, I would have found all of Ding Furong's assets. Now I suspect that you and Ding Furong are in cahoots. You are trying to help Ding Furong smuggle his assets out of Hangzhou...'

'You, you, you are making things up!

'Am I making things up? Is Ding Furong's assets at the docks? Are they being smuggled out? Are you preventing me from carrying out an inspection?'

'I, I, I didn't...'

Wang Jichang felt cold sweat breaking out behind his back. His spine felt cold and numb.

This damned Zhang Yong is really good at putting words in people's mouths. He is trying to pin all the blame on him. The problem is, it is hard for him to defend himself.

He cannot deny the few issues that Zhang Yong has mentioned.

Even if he denies them vehemently, no one will believe him. In fact, they may even embellish the story.

In fact, the truth does not matter.

What matters is that he has made a mistake.

The result of making a mistake is to spit out the profits in one's hands.

He has controlled the Qiantangjiang Wharf for so many years and must have made a lot of profits. Other people will definitely be jealous.

Who are those people? Of course they are people who don't get along with the Wang family.

They have got Ding Furong's wealth and goods, and they are all greedy as hell. They must also want to stab Wang Jichang in the back and pick meat from his body.

Who doesn't like money?

Xuan Tiewu? Or anyone else?

They are all gluttons. Their appetites are never satisfied.

However, Wang Jichang will not give in easily. Behind him is the Wang family. The number two in the Guo Party.

'You want to blackmail me?'

'That's right.'

'With this? You're dreaming!'

'Of course not. I also know some inside information.'

'What inside information?'

'You stole a black book...'

'You...'

Wang Jichang's face suddenly changed.

Although his face immediately returned to normal. But Zhang Yong had already caught it.

So Zhang Yong was silent.

Looking at the time, it was not yet eleven o'clock.

There was time to chat.

Really.

There were still more than ten hours until dawn.

There was plenty of time for Wang Jichang to think slowly. And slowly make a decision.

He saw two girls sticking their heads out. So he walked over.

The two girls hurriedly retracted.

Zhang Yong went over to Steponke and looked inside.

He saw the delirious girl, still limp and dazed. She didn't even have the strength to open her eyes.

He sniffed. There was no smell of alcohol.

'What did she take?'

'Soft Fragrant Pills.'

'What are they?'

'I don't know.'

'What are they for?'

'They make you dazed after taking them.'

'What a way to have fun,'

Zhang Yong said casually. The two girls' faces suddenly changed.

They thought that Zhang Yong was just like them. How could he say such things? Their hearts, which had been slightly relieved, immediately became tense again.

'Don't worry, I'm not a pervert. I just think you're pretty.'

'You...'

'Can you go home by yourselves? If you can, you can go now.'

'We...'

The two women looked at each other. They hesitated.

Zhang Yong turned his head to look at Wang Jichang. He noticed that the guy was still thinking about life.

Fine, take your time. I continued chatting with the pretty girls.

'What? You don't know how to get home?'

'I, we're not from here.'

'Where are you from then?'

'Changsha.'

'What?'

Zhang Yong was a little surprised.

Changsha? Xiaoxiang? So far away?

No wonder they're so pretty, with good skin and rosy cheeks. So they're Hunan girls.

But...

'What are you doing here in Changsha?'

'We were abducted.'

'Who abducted you?'

'I don't know.'

'So you were in the car...'

'We were bought by Wang Jichang.'

'Have you been violated before?'

'No. If we had been violated, we would be worthless.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong tilted his head and thought about it.

It turned out to be some kind of business that could not be seen by others. A troubled time. Human lives are like grass and straw.

Beautiful women have a short life.

Being too beautiful is not a good thing.

Their beauty and innocence were just a business.

'How much?' Zhang Yong suddenly became curious.

No one answered.

Both girls blushed. They lowered their heads.

Obviously, the answer they just gave was already very embarrassing to them. They were ashamed.

Zhang Yong: ...

Okay, I won't ask.

I'll go back and continue to clean up Wang Jichang. Damn you, you spy...

Wang Jichang saw Zhang Yong walking towards him with a menacing expression on his face, and immediately spoke, slowly saying, 'Zhang Yong, you have a lot of nerve.'

'Have you thought it over?' Zhang Yong said noncommittally.

Whether you have a lot of nerve depends on how much money you offer.

One hundred thousand taels of silver, I'm not afraid.

Even if you plot against me every day, I'm not afraid.

People die for money, birds die for food.

If you keep walking by the river, sooner or later your shoes will get wet. Maybe one day he'll hang himself.

However, even if he doesn't deal with Wang Jichang, he might die one day. He has so many enemies, and one more like Wang Jichang is not a big deal.

'When do you want it?'

'Now.'

'You're very brave.'

'After I get the money, I'll let you go.'

'Actually, you could have said that earlier.'

'I didn't think of it just now.'

'Ah!'

Wang Jichang almost vomited blood.

The consequence of something you didn't think of is that you beat me up, right?

You did that on purpose, didn't you?

His anger was beyond words.

But he had to accept it.

'Can I make a phone call?'

'No.'

'Why not?'

'Because there's no phone here.'

'Then how can I ask someone to prepare the money?'

'You stay here and watch. If there's someone you know, ask them to pass on the message.'

'I...'

'I'm just joking. There is a phone next to you. But the owner is already asleep. You have to pay 100 silver dollars...'

'You might as well rob them!'

'Am I not robbing them now?'

'I...'

Wang Jichang finally spat blood.

Yes. The other party was robbing him right now. Robbing him blatantly.

Ahhh...

So angry...

But, impotent and furious.

He could only sulkingly take out a bank draft and go make the phone call.

He vowed that he would make Zhang Yong look good!