Chapter 751: Serving the Party and the State!

Legal tender?

Why are there so many of them?

Zhang Yong sighed, still poor limits his imagination!

It's only been a few months since the legal tender was issued, and others have been able to get so many. There were piles and piles of them, dazzling and breathtaking.

He picked one up and noticed that it was a 20 yuan note. He looked at it and saw that it was the same as the others.

He picked one up from the pile next to it and noticed that it was a 50 yuan note. He looked at it and saw that it was the same as the others.

He walked a few steps and picked up another note. He noticed that it was a 100 yuan note. Amazing. They already have 100 yuan notes?

No wonder inflation is so fast, they're just printing them in such big denominations.

You should know that for more than 30 years, the largest denomination of the renminbi was 10 yuan. You mean the moment you get your fiat currency, it's already 100 yuan?

Keep reading. As it turns out, you soon find a 200 yuan note.

Well, there's even a 200 yuan note!

Fortunately, no higher denominations were found. There were no 500 yuan or 1,000 yuan notes.

Otherwise...

I don't even want to think about when it will collapse.

In later generations, the gold Yuan notes were worth millions and tens of millions. They were basically worthless.

Legal tender...

Forget it. No.

Space is precious. It can't be wasted.

Gold bars, swallow.

US dollars, swallow.

British pounds, swallow.

There's no time to count how much there is. Just stuff it all into the space.

Francs... I can't swallow these. They're evidence.

It is said that Maxim used francs to pay bribes. If I take this out, it might have a little bit of persuasive power.

I don't know who this guy is who got caught.

But he definitely isn't Wang Changshun. How could a small boss have so much money? You're kidding!

Continue digging for weapons. As a result, I only found two Browning pistols.

They are both old models of M1903, which are of no value. Take them back for novice training.

Dispose of them properly.

Everything that should be swallowed has been swallowed.

Oh, I forgot. Pay the men.

'Lu Hai!'

'Yes!'

'One hundred francs each!'

'Yes!'

'In addition, give each man another 50 francs.'

'Huh?'

Lu Hai is confused.

Francs? We're giving these out too?

What's the point of having these? Are they for use inside the French concession?

But Zhang Yong's orders must be carried out. So the francs were handed out. 50 francs each. Just take it. Later, we'll ask what it's for.

Zhang Yong waved his hand. He ordered the unlucky guy to be brought up.

He jumped off the building himself, but he actually fainted.

Very funny.

Really.

Who could have imagined such an opening?

'Clang!'

'Clang...'

A basin of cold water was poured over him. The unlucky guy woke up.

He shivered all over. It was as if he were a frightened rabbit.

Zhang Yong said coldly, 'Don't waste time, I'll ask the questions and you answer...'

'You...' The unlucky guy flushed.

Zhang Yong: ?

Huh?

Why does this voice sound familiar? It's as if I've heard it somewhere before?

Suddenly, a thought struck him!

"Ah...'

Zhang Yong let out a strange cry.

Of course it was familiar! It was the guy who called!

The guy who threatened him on the phone! He called him twice. Threatened him.

Haha!

What a coincidence!

This unlucky bastard is actually the person on the phone. No mistake.

For a moment, Zhang Yong felt a little dizzy.

Really.

I don't know what it was. Just a little dizzy.

Maybe it's because it feels so absurd. So absurd.

I actually managed to catch the person who called me without meaning to?

I'm going to die.

How could I have run into this?

What the...

So this guy really did walk to the Paris-sur-Mer nightclub to make the call!

And the original hiding place was nearby!

And he even walked to the Hotel Madero to make the call. Wait a minute. It doesn't seem like the Hotel Madero was that far away, does it?

Damn it!

He was carrying a red umbrella!

So pretentious!

Now you know you were wrong, don't you? Being so pretentious didn't end well!

"Where's your umbrella?'

'What?'

'Where's your red umbrella?'

'I...'

'Didn't you go to the Paris Night Club at the sea with a red umbrella and call me?'

'You...'

The unlucky man suddenly felt paralyzed.

He was finished.

The other person had seen through him.

He had thought he could fool the other person by changing his tone of voice...

'Found it!'

Chen Hai's voice came from somewhere.

Then, Chen Hai came over with a red umbrella in his hand.

It was very exquisite.

If a woman had been holding it, it might have looked quite good.

But...

Unfortunately, he was a man!

Zhang Yong involuntarily took two steps back to distance himself from the other person.

Although he was greedy for money and lustful, he was lustful for women. He was not lustful for men. The thought that this unlucky guy might be a gay man caused goosebumps to appear all over his body.

'Lv Hai!'

'Here!'

'Take him outside and let him get wet in the rain to calm down.'

'I don't need to...'

'Look at you, bragging. What were you thinking, calling me over and over again?'

'I, I...'

'Take him outside!'

Lü Hai immediately dragged the unlucky guy outside.

He tied him to the lamppost at the entrance, leaving him to get drenched in the rain. As it happened, the rain was getting heavier, and he got drenched to his heart's content.

Zhang Yong stood at the entrance of the small Western-style house, watching the unlucky guy get drenched.

Not bad. This weather is perfect for making the other party come to their senses. And wash up a bit, by the way. Damn it. Fucking Long Yang. Bad luck!

Suddenly, a yellow dot appeared at the edge of the map. And it was winding its way this way.

Soon after, the target appeared. It was none other than Li Yuanqing. He was driving two cars. With seven policemen.

Seeing what was going on inside the small Western-style house, Li Yuanqing ordered the cars to stop.

He got out of the car. Standing in the rain.

Seeing Zhang Yong, he was puzzled. What was this guy doing tying someone up at the door? Was he deliberately torturing him?

'Zhang Yong, what are you guys...'

'It's fine, just joking with a friend.'

'What?'

'Come, come in and have a look!'

Zhang Yong invited Li Yuanqing in, then forced Li Yuanqing's shoulder and led him up to the second floor.

The French currency and francs in the wardrobe on the second floor were almost completely intact.

It was just right for Li Yuanqing to have a look.

His colleagues were secretly gloating.

Hehe. Showing off. I'm very good at accumulating wealth...

'What?'

'I'm showing you something.'

'What?'

Li Yuanqing didn't understand.

Until Zhang Yong pushed him up to the second floor. Seeing the mountains of French currency.

'Huh?'

Li Yuanqing was stunned.

My god, so much French currency. It was still the latest issue.

A conservative estimate would be at least several hundred thousand. Maybe even a million. Who would have stored so much currency here? The one getting rained on below?

A Japanese spy?

Zhang Yong seemed to specialise in catching Japanese spies.

Damn, the Japanese spies actually had so much money. Were they crazy? How could there be so much money?

'Who is that guy?'

'He's the one who published negative news about Minister He in foreign newspapers.'

'Really?'

'Here. Help yourself. There's a share for meeting.'

'I...'

Li Yuanqing hesitated.

Just take it? There's a share for everyone? Is that so?

Should I be so generous...

In the end, Zhang Yong casually picked up a stack of 100-yuan bills and stuffed them into Li Yuanqing's arms, saying, 'It's better to take it than not to, and you'll have to hand it in anyway,'

and Li Yuanqing agreed. If he didn't take it, he would have to hand it in later.

And who would he hand it to? The reactionaries, of course.

That was definitely not an option...

'Then I won't be polite.'

'I'll look after you in the future. You're the boss in the concession.'

'Sure.'

'Take as much as you can! You're bringing a few brothers with you!'

'Rest!'

Li Yuanqing nodded.

It's convenient for others. It's convenient for oneself. A win-win situation.

The constable he brought along took Zhang Yong's advantage, and naturally things would go smoothly in the future.

After all, they were all Chinese, and everyone looked after their own business in the concession.

'Take more...'

Zhang Yong took out a cloth bag and filled it with banknotes for Li Yuanqing.

He selected notes of 20 and 50 yuan. Notes of a higher denomination would be inconvenient to use because they couldn't be exchanged for smaller notes. The police officers would be happy with 20 yuan each.

Li Yuanqing would dispose of the rest himself. It would be best to take it back to the organisation to raise funds.

They must be in dire need of money by now...

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong and Li Yuanqing went downstairs.

Zhang Yong ordered that the unlucky man be untied, brought back, and cleaned of rainwater.

Li Yuanqing's expression changed. Zhang Yong knew there was something going on.

'Oh? You know him?'

'He...'

Li Yuanqing paused.

Zhang Yong kicked the unlucky man over on his feet. Again, he kicked him into the muddy water at the door. He fell like a clay ox.

Li Yuanqing said, 'His name in the concession is Cui Jianwei...'

'Really?' Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Chen Hai pulled Cui Jianwei up. Dragging him back. Ready to continue getting kicked.

Sure enough, Zhang Yong followed up with another kick. Kicking the other person in the stomach.

Not an interrogation.

Just pure beating.

'I, I really am called Cui Jianwei...' Mi Badui couldn't hold back anymore. He screamed desperately.

'Do you think I'll believe that?' Zhang Yong squinted his eyes and ignored him, "It seems that people like you have at least a few hundred fake identities...'

'No, really..." Cui Jianwei was about to cry.

Zhang Yong went up and kicked him again.

You said that Mi was unlucky, so you said your surname was Cui!

You're just going with the flow, aren't you?

Your surname is Cui, right? I'll give you ten more kicks, and I'll see if you dare to say your surname is Cui again!

Li Yuanqing: ...

Faint. Don't just keep hitting!

Ask questions!

If you keep kicking like that, you'll kill him.

However, Zhang Yong didn't ask any questions, just kept kicking.

'I'll tell you, I'll tell you...' Cui Jianwei finally couldn't take it anymore, 'I'll tell you, I'll tell you...'

However, Zhang Yong didn't listen. He lifted his foot and continued kicking.

Cui Jianwei suddenly realised that this was not good.

'Stop hitting me! I killed He Yan... I killed He Yan...'

Zhang Yong then slowly lowered his foot.

You killed He Yan?

Oh, that's good. Li Yuanqing will be a witness.

He waved his hand, 'Come, bring a stool, and ask Captain Li to sit down.'

Li Yuanqing: ...

Oh, I seem to have come to the wrong place.

However, Zhang Yong's meaning was that he would not let him leave!

Well, he was dragged into this mess against his will. It's true that you can't be too soft on people, but you can't be too hard on them either.

Sigh... I feel like I've been tricked again by this Zhang Yong...

'Why did you kill He Yan?'

'I, I, I killed him to silence him. The bodies in the warehouse were also prepared by us...'

'Who did you all kill?'

'Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong, we definitely didn't kill innocent people, they were all low-life scumbags...'

'Was He Yan one of your people?'

'No. But she had taken bribes from us before, so we blackmailed her and she had to agree.'

'What about her husband? Did you kill him too?'

'No. Really. None of us saw her husband. She said her husband had disappeared a while ago.'

'What do you mean disappeared?'

'I'm not sure. But I didn't ask. As long as he doesn't show up and get in the way, that's fine with me.'

'How much legal tender is here?'

'There were 1.5 million. We've spent more than 300,000. There are still more than 1.1 million left.'

'Where did it come from?'

'A gift from someone.'

'Who?'

'I don't know. That's what the people above told me.'

'What's your mission?'

'To make He Yingqin stink.'

'Just you?'

Zhang Yong couldn't help but frown.

If it had been someone else, he might not have been surprised.

But this guy in front of him didn't seem to be very capable. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that he was ambitious but incompetent and overly ambitious.

He thought that he could bring down the second-in-command of the National Army by causing a few chaotic incidents and getting foreign newspapers to publish some negative news? How naive. Even more naive than him, Zhang Yong. He didn't even consider who He Yingqin was. How deep his roots were. How could he fall so easily?

'I...'

Cui Jianwei suddenly blushed and his neck turned red.

Clearly, this guy was not convinced. He felt sure he could do it.

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Chen Hai then continued to drag Cui Jianwei outside and tie him to the door to get wet in the rain.

Zhang Yong turned around and called the garrison headquarters. He wanted to see if Commander Qian had returned.

In fact, there was a phone in the small house.

As usual. He asked for Zhou Yang. The response from the other end was that Zhou Yang had already returned. He was asked to hold on a moment. Soon, Zhou Yang came to the phone.

'Shaolong, is it good news?'

'I'm not sure if it's good news. We've arrested someone and seized a load of goods...'

Zhang Yongjian said in a nutshell.

Zhou Yang immediately understood.

This Zhang Shaolong! He's doing it on purpose.

This isn't good news, what is good news?

'I'll report to the Commander immediately.'

'Good.'

Soon afterwards, Commander Qian came to the phone.

'Shaolong, you are truly a lucky man! You have captured the person behind this so quickly. Very good, very good, very good.'

'So I'll take him back to the garrison headquarters now?'

'Yes. I'll send someone to escort you at the Zhabei intersection.'

'Understood.'

Zhang Yong put down the receiver.

Alas, so much legal tender, and it has to be handed in again.

But there's nothing he can do about it. He can't fit it all in. And he doesn't want to give it to the department head either.

Hmph, he's still not happy.

The department head hasn't given him any rewards either. Why should he pay tribute?

Paying tribute to the Commander-in-Chief is actually more or less the same as paying tribute to the Office of the Assistant or the Air Force. It all depends on how the Commander-in-Chief arranges things.

If only he hadn't already given the drawings to Madam Chu, these French currency notes would be an excellent way to claim credit. But having just given the drawings away, it seems like there's no time gap before paying tribute with French currency notes. Just as Li Boqi said, you have to be careful when you show off your good stuff. You can't just let it all out at once.

Pack up. Get ready to go.

Li Yuanqing says goodbye. Zhang Yong stuffs another bag of francs into his hands.

'Francs, do you want them?'

'Er...'

Li Yuanqing has actually seen the francs.

It would be a lie to say no. This is the French concession! Who wouldn't want francs?

The problem is that Zhang Yong is so deep in it, Li Yuanqing is a little worried that he might lose control. If he gets corrupted by this guy, I'm sorry to the organisation...

'No?'

'I...'

'Then I'll hand it all over.'

Zhang Yong deliberately provoked the other party. Haha. I just love seeing the other person torn between heaven and earth.

Do you want it or not?

If you don't, I'll give it to the reactionaries!

Li Yuanqing: ...

Forget it. I don't want it for nothing.

I just said it on the phone. I'll hand it over.

Are you really going to give it to the reactionaries?

So Zhang Yong gave Li Yuanqing another bag of francs, totalling more than 3,000. He gave him all the small denominations.

The small denominations were easier to use. They could be dispersed to multiple places. And they wouldn't attract attention. If you take out a 500 franc note, it's bound to attract attention! Ordinary businesses wouldn't dare accept currency of such a large denomination!

'Goodbye.'

Zhang Yong said goodbye to Li Yuanqing.

Zhang Yong led the men to the Zhabei intersection, where Zhou Yang had already been waiting with his men.

'Deputy Officer Zhou, you're fast,'

'It should be you who are fast,'

'You're too kind,'

Zhang Yong thought to himself, I seem to have laid low for a few days in the middle.

If I hadn't, I might have caught the person in three or four days. But everything is about fate.

Perhaps the heavens could not bear to watch any longer, and so they arranged for him to catch the criminal. This was all thanks to the heavens. Otherwise, how could he have been so lucky as to catch the criminal so quickly?

"Boom...'

Suddenly, there was a loud noise.

Zhang Yong looked up.

He was puzzled. I don't have any grievances, do I? Why did you make that noise?

If you're so capable, make that noise again. Kill me...

In the end, there was no more noise.

Back at the headquarters.

Zhou Yang led him to Commander Qian.

Commander Qian took out a medal and placed it on the table, 'This is for you.'

'What?' Zhang Yong was very curious.

He had previously received the Baoding Medal and the Yunhui Medal. But the medal in front of him was something he had never seen before.

The craftsmanship seemed to be more exquisite than the Baoding Medal and the Yunhui Medal.

Most importantly, it seemed that there was really a piece of golden jade on it.

He looked at Commander Qian doubtfully.

'This is the Order of Jade Mining of the Ninth Rank,' Commander Qian said with a smile.

'For me?' Zhang Yong was half-believing.

What Jade Mining Order? He had no recollection of it at all.

The most memorable award he had received was the Order of the Blue Sky and White Sun. But even the Commander-in-Chief had not yet received it, let alone anyone else.

'It was originally awarded to civilians,' Commander Qian said. "It's an exception to award you.'

'Civilian?" Zhang Yong suddenly understood.

No wonder I didn't know.

It's awarded to civil servants of the Nationalist government!

But...

I'm from the Special Services Department of the Restoration Society.

The Special Services Department is not part of the military. So, it seems correct to say that it is a civilian position...

'You have done a good deed. You should be rewarded,' Commander Qian said, "but now, the situation is special, so you will have to bear with it for a while.'

'Serve the Party and the country!" Zhang Yong reflexively stood at attention. His voice was loud.

That's how it's done in the TV dramas.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he realised that something was wrong. Oh no. I shouldn't get too involved.

If I go on like this, anyone would think I'm a hardcore member of the Communist Party, and that would be the end of it. I won't even get the chance to enter the merit forest. I'll be shot straight away.

'Very good, very good, very good!' Commander Qian was very pleased.

You're a gem!

Although you're greedy and lustful. But you're not greedy for praise!

What's wrong with being greedy and lustful? Really. He, Qian Wanjun, is not convinced. Who doesn't want to be greedy and lustful?

They're all holier-than-thou. Come forward. Let me, Qian Wanjun, take a look.

Thinking about this, he felt that Zhang Yong was very sincere.

'Shaolong, I must give you a few pointers,' Qian Wanjun said slowly, "You must never have ill intentions towards others, but you must always be on your guard.'

'Commander, have I done something wrong?" Zhang Yong looked confused.

Does he feel like he's about to be lectured again?

Or is Commander Qian going to lecture him himself?

"You've been reported.'

'Someone told me.'

'The person who reported you is from the CC department.'

'I don't think I've offended them...'

'You've been doing so well that other people are jealous. That's why they want to suppress you and frame you...'

'Wait!'

Zhang Yong suddenly realised something.

He'd forgotten to ask earlier. The guy who went to the public board to impersonate him...

'What's wrong?'

'I need to ask Cui Jianwei who sent someone to impersonate me.'

'Zhou Yang, bring Cui Jianwei here...'

'Yes!'

Soon, Cui Jianwei was brought in.

Zhang Yong went up and kicked him again. He kicked him in the lower abdomen. Cui Jianwei immediately bent over, hunched over like a shrimp.

Commander Qian: ...

Zhou Yang: ...

stunned.

This Zhang Yong. Does he like to get his hands dirty so much?

Well, the enemy is out of luck if they meet him. No wonder this guy has the nickname 'unlucky'. He really is unlucky.

'Where is the person who went to the Public Security Bureau and pretended to be me?'

'I, I, I don't know...'

'You don't know?'

'I really don't know. It was Guan Renjie who arranged it. He and I are not together.'

'Who is Guan Renjie?'

'He, he was also here on a mission. However, he is of a higher rank than me and has more missions to carry out, including the task of turning the senior generals on this side against us...'

'Turning them against us? Turning who against whom?'

'I don't know. He brought a lot of money, several million French currency...'

'How much?'

'Several million French currency. Three million, more than three million...'

Zhang Yong turned his head and looked at Commander Qian.

Shit, this is new information! I didn't manage to find out before.

Commander Qian also frowned.

More than three million?

In legal tender?

That's more than three million yuan!

That's a very large sum. And it's not clear who the target of the bribe is.

Zhang Yong kicked again.

'Take him away!' Commander Qian waved his hand.

Zhou Yang then took the man away.

Otherwise, Zhang Yong would probably have been killed on the spot.

'Shaolong.'

'Yes.'

'Continue the investigation. Investigate Guan Renjie.'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong agreed. He wanted to say something but stopped.

He had a question that he was very curious about. He wanted to ask it, but was afraid to speak up.

Commander Qian noticed and said, 'If you have something to say, you can speak freely.'

Zhang Yong thought for a moment and said slowly, "Commander Qian, he said there were millions of francs. Do you really have it? How could there be so much?'

'This..." This time it was Commander Qian's turn to want to speak but stop.

Zhang Yong: ...

Okay, you've asked a taboo question.

I regret it. Why did I ask? Now you know it was a mistake.

You asked what you shouldn't have.

Suddenly, Commander Qian whispered, 'It's actually no big deal to tell you about this. But you can't tell anyone else. It's confidential. The Ministry of Finance has already shipped the machine for printing banknotes back from the United States. According to the needs of the National Government, it has been decided to print some more legal tender. Unplanned, additional printing.'

Zhang Yong: ???

Additional printing by themselves?

That means...

Wow, you can privately print more currency?

Wow, no wonder the legal tender collapsed so quickly. It turns out that it is secretly printed now.

The point is, Commander Money knows about this. Then the other people at his level should probably know as well. So what's the point of keeping it a secret?

Forget it, it's hopeless.

If you have legal tender in your hands, act quickly.

Otherwise it will be too late.

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