Chapter 772: Remember the schoolboy's code

It's legal tender!

Zhang Yong's heart suddenly sank.

It's over...

I thought it was gold...

I never imagined it was legal tender...

Sigh, legal tender is worthless! I must spend it as soon as possible.

The problem is, how can he spend so much legal tender? He can't spend it all by himself...

He bends down. He picks up a bundle of legal tender.

It's 50 yuan in denomination. There are 100 bills in a bundle. That's 5,000 yuan.

Compared to the old yuan, it is indeed much more convenient. 5,000 yuan would require a huge sack to carry.

It seems that Chiang Kai-shek was right to try to replace the tael with the yuan. The trend in the world is for paper money to replace physical currency. The mistake was that the government did not control the issuance of yuan. They printed more yuan as they pleased, causing the yuan to rapidly depreciate in value. Once the credibility of a currency collapses, it is definitely hopeless.

Throw it away.

Get a new bundle.

It is 20 yuan in denomination. A bundle is 2,000 yuan.

Vaguely, Zhang Yong felt that the bundle in his hands seemed to be somewhat different from the previous one. It seemed to be of better quality?

Well, it could also be an illusion. It was purely a matter of feel.

I guess different printing techniques are used for 20 yuan and 50 yuan bills?

He had no research in this field, so after weighing it up, he didn't care.

Look at your own space.

It's miserable. There are almost no gaps left. It won't fit.

But, as the saying goes, 'When the goose is skinned, the feathers are plucked.' Having seized so much legal tender, he really couldn't bear to not take a little for himself.

It would be a shame to go home with nothing.

He searched carefully. Finally, he found a few bundles of 100-yuan bills. There were no larger denominations. So he took them apart and stuffed them in little by little.

In the end, he managed to stuff in about 50. That's 50,000 yuan. He couldn't stuff any more.

Damn it, when will the carrying space expand?

'Huang Chu.'

'Here.'

'Count them. See how many there are.'

'Yes.'

Huang Chu and the others got busy.

Zhang Yong looked at the target who had been captured. He was a stranger.

He hadn't been knocked unconscious. He had just been tied up. Then a rag had been stuffed in his mouth. He was struggling. Obviously, he was unwilling.

Zhang Yong pulled the rag out of the other person's mouth. Waiting for the other person to yell.

However, the other person did not yell. Instead, he stared at Zhang Yong coldly.

'Name.'

'...'

The other person refused to answer.

Zhang Yong then waved his hand. Once again, he gagged the other person.

Don't want to say? Then I won't say.

Search the room carefully. No weapons. But I found a drawing.

Huh? A drawing that looks familiar.

It's the floor plan of the Presidential Palace. It's the same as the one next to the mortar.

Another piece of identification was found. It indicated that the person being captured was called Ke Shou Rong. He was from the Minnan region. There was also some information about a bank. It was also called Ke Shou Rong.

But Zhang Yong judged that this Ke Shou Rong was definitely an alias.

He took the drawing back and waved it at this person called 'Ke Shou Rong'. He didn't say a word.

No need to.

The other person knew the consequences.

This drawing was lethal enough.

Sure enough, when Ke Shou Rong saw the drawing, his face gradually darkened.

His mouth twitched, and his eyes gradually became fearful. His mouth twitched, as if he wanted to speak.

But Zhang Yong ignored him. He would not give him the chance to speak.

If he didn't want to speak just now, what makes him want to speak now?

Just wait and see!

At this time, the counting of the currency was almost complete.

Huang Chu and the others sorted the currency of different denominations into different categories, and grouped the same denominations together. Then they counted them.

Zhang Yong glanced at it. He discovered that the rattan box contained five different denominations of currency. The highest was 100 yuan, followed by 50 yuan, 20 yuan, 10 yuan and 5 yuan. There were no lower denominations. He wondered what the thinking was behind this. There were even 5 yuan notes. Wasn't this a waste of valuable space?

If they had all been 100 yuan notes, the large rattan box would have contained at least 2 million yuan!

Now it was fine. There were so many lower denominations that there probably weren't even 1 million yuan.

In fact, the final tally was just a little over 500,000. Far from one million.

Disappointed...

It's only just over 500,000! Alas, it's still in legal tender!

Seeing those 5 yuan notes makes me upset. And there are quite a lot of them. They make up the majority. Damn it.

He casually picked up a bundle of 5 yuan notes. He threw them at Lu Keming.

Lu Keming: ?

Subconsciously, he reached out to catch them.

Confused.

What's going on?

Are they handing out money again? No way!

Bunch after bunch?

I'm confused...

This is a bunch!

500 yuan!

Zhang Yong doesn't say a word, and picks up another bunch of 5 yuan notes, and throws it to Cen Zhaohai.

Cen Zhaohai: ?

Reaches out and takes it. He is also very confused.

It seems like they are really handing out money? But this is a bunch of banknotes! A full 500 yuan!

Are they giving everyone 500 yuan? This is so scary...

'Shangguan!'

'Yes!'

'Catch!'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong threw a bundle of banknotes to Shangguan Qing. He was the leader of another squad.

Unlike Lu Keming and Cen Zhaohai, Shangguan Qing was a quiet person. He hardly ever spoke. He usually gave orders by making gestures.

The squad he led was almost entirely mute. But they had a full repertoire of hand signals. It was quite novel.

Looking at the bundle of banknotes in his hands, Shangguan Qing was indeed dumbfounded.

'Come on!

'One bundle each!'

Zhang Yong announced directly. Then bricks flew everywhere.

He grabbed the 5 yuan banknotes and threw them at everyone he saw. He threw them at everyone he saw. The others hurriedly caught them.

They were too busy catching them to get excited. They were too busy catching them, afraid of missing any.

Zhang Yong didn't care about the banknotes. But they did! This was a full 500 yuan!

According to the official exchange rate, one yuan of legal tender is equivalent to one dollar. 500 yuan of legal tender is equivalent to 500 dollars, which is equivalent to ten years of their salaries!

In other words, what Zhang Yong casually threw away was their ten years of salary!

Ten years of salary, how exaggerated do you think that is?

'Hoo!'

'Hoo!'

Bales of legal tender flew everywhere.

Zhang Yong casually threw them away and didn't bother to count them. Everyone got a share anyway.

'Team leader, that's enough,'

'Team leader, that's enough,'

finally, someone called out in succession. At the same time, they returned the extra banknotes.

Everyone had some. A bundle for each person. Their cheeks were all flushed. This was not a small excitement. This was a big excitement.

They had only been at work for a few days, and they had already received ten years' salary.

Any fool would be excited!

Sure enough, following Team Leader Zhang was a sure way to get rich.

'Have you all got some?'

'We have!'

'Well...'

Zhang Yong let down the French currency in his hand with disappointment.

What?

Everyone has a share so quickly?

Sigh...

If I knew, I would have brought more people...

There was no choice. In the end, he let go of his hand. Let the French currency in his hand fall.

It seems that there is no excuse.

Everyone is given 500 French currency! What else can be done?

If the department head knew about this, he would probably spit blood. You spendthrift...

However, Zhang Yong was not afraid of Boss Dai knowing.

How much did he swallow himself? Fifty thousand. How much was handed out? Twenty-five thousand!

All in all, it's less than a hundred thousand. The boss still has four hundred thousand! All of this is to be handed over to Chen Qingquan.

Chen Qingquan kept inviting him for tea, offering the finest tea, just trying to buy him over! Since the boss has given in, he might as well continue to pay a little tribute. It's also good for the training course of the Special Branch to start smoothly.

Four hundred thousand French francs is enough to hold the training course.

If the training course is held successfully and more secret agents are trained, Zhang Yong will also benefit.

If the platform grows, his strength will naturally rise with it. In the future, whoever comes out of the training course will be a junior in front of him.

Hey, in a few years, he might even become a veteran of the military intelligence. Haha.

'Pack it up.'

'Take it away!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

The group quickly reloaded the legal tender.

Two men carried the rattan box out. They left the Yonghe Hotel and entered an empty house next door.

With the map in hand, they could find a safe house anytime, anywhere. As long as it was an unoccupied house, they could temporarily borrow it. Suddenly, he felt that there was no need to urgently set up a safe house. Within a 500-metre radius, all empty houses were his safe houses!

He could borrow them without having to pay.

Of course, if he uses someone else's things or breaks something, he will have to pay for it.

He still knows his primary school rules by heart.

It so happens that he is bothered by seeing those 5 yuan banknotes. So he takes out a bundle. He gives it to the owner of the house as a token of thanks.

After thinking about it, he takes out another bundle...

After thinking about it again, he takes out another bundle...

After a while, he finds a place with a lot of people, breaks it up, and then throws it like confetti. He just treats it as a welfare gift from the God of Wealth.

Haha. Whether the legendary God of Wealth knows how to scatter flowers like an angel is unknown. But Zhang Yong, the God of Wealth, really knows how to do it.

He took out ten bundles in one last breath.

After all, each bundle is only 500 yuan. Ten bundles is only 5,000 yuan.

What's the problem?

Call Chen Qingquan and tell him to bring someone to collect it. We won't wait any longer.

'Yes, yes, yes!'

Chen Qingquan was overjoyed at the other end of the line.

This Zhang Yong is really something. He's good at making money, even better than the God of Wealth.

How long has he been gone? He's already made 400,000 francs!

He hurriedly takes someone and drives out of the house. He quickly finds Zhang Yong. He quickly takes the rattan box and drives off.

He's overjoyed.

He can't wait to pin a big red flower on Zhang Yong.

After finally getting rid of Chen Qingquan, Zhang Yong returns to the vacant house.

He sees Ke Shourong. Good. Now he can ask.

But just as he is about to speak, a yellow dot appears at the edge of the map. And it is moving towards him.

Zhang Yong: ?

A yellow dot?

There are underground party members here at Yuanyang Lake?

Then Zhang Yong notices that the dot is actually heading towards the empty house.

What a coincidence.

Could it be that this empty house is actually a contact point for the underground party?

Hey, this is really like a dragon's temple being flooded. Your own people don't recognise their own people. But that's not right. Other people and he are not family...

As he watched, the distance between Huangdian and himself was getting closer and closer. What should he do?

His eyes twinkled. He had an idea.

He would quietly arrange for an arrest.

He would first take control.

Huangdian was unarmed. There shouldn't be any accidents.

And then he arrested the wrong person...

And then he apologised...

And then he gave him ten bundles of fiat currency. Haha. The aid to the communists was successful. Haha.

No? I'll beat you up!

I don't want to give it. No one can take it from me.

But I'll give it to you, and no one can refuse. Haha.

Otherwise, I'll beat you up!

Huang Dian appeared. Zhang Yong raised his binoculars and looked closely. He saw a middle-aged man who looked dull. He was wearing a long robe that had been washed until it was white.

He didn't know him. They had never met before.

He waved his hand.

The group hid behind the door of the house.

When the unassuming middle-aged man arrives at the door, he finds it unlocked, too late.

He is caught red-handed. Then he is shoved inside the house.

Seeing so many people wearing Mao suits and carrying guns, the unassuming middle-aged man's heart sinks.

Arrested?

Who leaked the secret?

He had just set up this safe house!

How could the enemy have found out so quickly?

However...

This is the cruel truth.

The enemy had already ambushed him inside the safe house. They obviously knew about it a long time ago.

He bowed his head.

He was speechless.

He decided to die with dignity.

No matter what the enemy asked, he refused to answer.

As a result...

he discovered that the enemy was not moving.

Or rather, after he was taken into custody, no one bothered with him.

His hands were tied with ropes. He was turned around. But no further measures were taken. No one even held him down.

Huh, this is very strange.

When they arrested him, it was clean and neat. But after they arrested him, they just left him alone.

It seemed that there was a young man in charge, who looked up and down at him and casually asked, 'Who are you? What are you doing here?'

'This house is mine...' the awkward middle-aged man replied.

'Name.'

'Zeng Guangyuan.'

'This house is yours?'

'Yes...'

'Oh, we'll borrow it for now. You can sit down first.'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

He gestured for a stool to be brought over so that he could sit down. But there was no release. He was afraid that the other party would do something reckless.

If Zeng Guangyuan made any suicidal moves, it would only delay things.

He casually stuffed a bundle of legal tender into Zeng Guangyuan's arms and said, 'This is for you. We need to requisition your house.'

'I rented the house...' Zeng Guangyuan was confused about the situation.

'Then consider it rent!' Zhang Yong said, 'We are from the Secret Service Agency of the Restoration Society. My name is Zhang Yong. You just sit there and don't move. It's none of your business.'

Then he left him alone. He went to interrogate Ke Shourong.

Zeng Guangyuan's eyes became very strange. But he didn't dare to show it too obviously.

Are these people really from the Fuxing Society's secret service? It feels strange everywhere. The leader is Zhang Yong? Is that Zhang Yong?

It's really better to meet in person than to hear about someone.

Unexpectedly, he is such a young person.

And he is also very rich.

And he is also very generous.

Just borrow the house casually, and he gives a stack of currency?

He looked down at the banknotes in his arms. It was a thick stack. There might be hundreds of them. It was a few hundred francs.

That's ridiculous...

He rents this house for less than one franc a month.

He really doesn't value money. It's so corrupt...

Over there, Zhang Yong waved his hand. The others dragged Ke Shourong up. They sat him down in a chair. Two people held him by the shoulders.

Zhang Yong reached out. He removed the rag from Ke Shourong's mouth. Then he patted him on the shoulder.

'Now. you can talk. Name.'

'...'

Ke Shourong was silent.

Zhang Yong was in no hurry. He waited patiently.

He had plenty of time.

There was no end to the work. Why be in such a hurry?

There was no performance appraisal...

No overtime pay...

He waved his hand, signifying that Zeng Guangyuan should be untied. Then he said, 'Please bring me two coffees.'

'Me? Coffee?' Zeng Guangyuan was at a loss for a moment.

'Yes. Coffee. It's refreshing.' Zhang Yong casually picked up a bundle of banknotes and threw them into Zeng Guangyuan's arms.

This is for you!

It's compulsory. You have to take it!

Otherwise, I'll beat you up!

'Er...' Zeng Guangyuan hastily reached out and caught the banknotes.

Inside, he felt more ridiculous than ever.

This Zhang Yong. Really. Throwing banknotes around? Throwing a whole bunch at once?

How much do you dislike banknotes? Aren't they money? If this guy is a member of the organisation, he must do some serious soul-searching...

'Not enough?'

'Enough?'

'Enough?'

Zhang Yong picked up two more bundles of banknotes and threw them into Zeng Guangyuan's arms.

Haha. It feels good. Throwing money at people. It feels better than anything I've ever felt before.

I just have to run faster in the future.

Otherwise, if the reds catch up with you, then oh well. Gongdelin is booked for 30 years.

Zeng Guangyuan: ...

Dizzy. This Zhang Yong. Really...

I don't know what words to use to describe it. Crazy!

"Pop!'

Suddenly, a loud slap.

But it was Zhang Yong slapping Ke Shourong in the face. Instantly, five hot fingerprints appeared.

Ke Shourong: ?

Suddenly confused.

Why? Why?

Why did you throw money at someone else but slap me?

Ahhh, and so hard...

'Shh!'

Zhang Yong withdrew his hand. He blew on it.

He had forgotten. He had used too much strength. Although it felt good to hit someone, his own hand hurt.

'Slap him!'

'Yes!'

Someone immediately came forward. He gave Ke Shourong a left and a right.

Pa pa pa!

Pa pa pa!

A barrage of blows made him look like a pig's head.

I told you not to talk!

I told you not to talk!

If you don't talk, you'll get beaten!

Zeng Guangyuan: ...

turned his face away. He didn't dare look.

He was stunned. This Zhang Yong is really sick!

On one side, he's throwing money at people. On the other side, he's beating people beyond recognition. It's really sick.

'I said...'

'I said...'

Ke Shourong finally called out intermittently.

He felt as if his head no longer belonged to him. He was completely dazed. His consciousness and body were becoming separated.

Zhang Yong waved his hand. The thugs then retreated.

'Name.'

'Ke Shou Rong...'

'Want more?'

'No, no, my real name is Ke Shou Rong, really...'

'What about the blueprints?'

'The Japanese gave them to me...'

'Which Japanese?'

'Koiso Junjiro...'

'Who?'

Zhang Yong's expression changed.

Koi-what? Oh, the son of Koiso Kuniaki.

What's his name again?

Damn, I've forgotten again. What a bad memory. Alas, I really must give up sex...

'Who are you taking the money to?'

'Just to Koiso Junjiro.'

'Where?'

'Yonghe Hotel.'

'When?'

'Right now.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong frowned.

Right now? It seems like I've messed up.

Just as he was about to speak, a red dot appeared at the edge of the map, heading towards the Yonghe Hotel.

Zhang Yong: ?

Could it be Junjiro Koiso?

Anyway, this Japanese guy is so cocky. He's not even armed. And he's alone!

That's no problem.

Arrest him!

But we can't do it openly.

After all, this Junjiro Koiso is the military attaché at the Japanese embassy.

If we do it openly, it'll definitely cause another diplomatic incident. Wang Jingwei, the traitor, will stir up trouble again.

Arrest him secretly.

Deny it.

'Cen Zhaohai.'

'Present.'

'Go out with me to arrest someone.'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong, accompanied by a dozen men, set off quietly.

He deduced the route that Junichiro Koiso would take. The target was soon found.

He had arrived in a rickshaw.

Zhang Yong silently looked for an attack position. Then he arranged the attack.

When the target entered the attack point, the group immediately pounced on him. With lightning speed, they captured Junjiro Koiso.

Knocked out.

Hooded.

Carried away.

All in one go.

The rickshaw man didn't even react.

'Ding!'

A silver dollar fell. This was his fare.

The person was captured. But the fare could not be refused.

Keeping in mind the rules of primary school students...