Chapter 800: Don't sleep, get up and have fun!

Zhang Yong!

Two large, blood-red characters.

The strokes were vigorous.

At a glance, they were full of hatred.

Above the name, someone had also drawn a cross in red ink.

In the middle of the cross were some mysterious patterns. It felt as if it were the legendary shaman?

Holy shit!

Is this a curse on himself? Even a shaman has been summoned?

How much hatred is there?

It's just a matter of time before he gets impaled on a stake.

Zhang Yong took out the envelope angrily. Ignoring the name on it, he unfolded the envelope.

His mood immediately improved.

Inside was a cheque. From the HSBC.

The cheque wasn't for a large amount. It was only £1,000. He double-checked. It was indeed only £1,000.

So I felt a little upset.

My name was being used like this, and it was only £1,000?

Anyway, it wasn't easy to get the £1,000. I had to go to Citibank in person.

In 1936, cashing cheques was still quite a hassle.

There was repeated identity verification.

If you weren't careful, there could be countless traps hidden inside. It was far less convenient than cash.

It seems that Fei Xinqing cursed himself behind his back, but he didn't have enough sincerity. He tried to fool the immortal with a cheque. So the immortal ignored him. He summoned him directly and knocked him out. This is the result of not being sincere when worshipping the gods.

Keep it...

Continue the inspection.

Sure enough, there is something in the false bottom.

Use a knife to cut open the false bottom to reveal the US dollars inside. They are green and very attractive.

Suddenly, I feel so happy. This is the right way to open it!

Anyway, you are the boss of Sihai Money Bank, how can there be no money at all?

Look at Tian Qingyuan, he spent tens of thousands of silver dollars at once...

Continue searching.

There is another compartment at the bottom of the bag. But there is no money. There is only a yellowed piece of paper.

Carefully take it out. Look at it carefully. I found some names on it. They are all very unfamiliar. There are a series of numbers written at the back.

Are they savings? I'm not sure. The most there is seems to be 18,000, the least only 3,000. It doesn't look like there are any big clients.

Put them away.

They might come in handy sometime.

Then continue searching. Shred the handbag little by little.

Nothing else is found.

Never mind. There's nothing left.

Look at the time. It's 11 pm. And I'm tired. Time to sleep.

Of course, it's impossible to sleep in someone else's home. I'm not used to it either. Where to sleep? Of course, go to a hotel!

Isn't the Hotel Matel there just across the street? Just go and get a room...

So she tidies up a bit. Changes her clothes.

And checks the map. She finds out that Aphrodite has already returned. And seems to have gone back to work.

Haha. That was fast!

After tidying up a bit, she goes to the hotel reception with a big smile on her face.

Sure enough, she sees Aphrodite. She has changed back into her Belarusian girl costume and is smiling with a forced air of nonchalance.

The women of the fighting nation are really something. So soon she's fine?

I don't know why. Suddenly, I feel like her charm has diminished.

Is it because there are no more secrets about her body?

He goes to the front desk in silence.

Aphrodite receives him politely.

'Sir...'

'I'd like a room.'

'May I ask...'

'I'd like the room on the fourth floor in the southwest corner.'

'Certainly.'

Aphrodite checks him in.

Zhang Yong uses his real name. No pseudonym. But no ID is shown.

Anyway, these days, there's no need for real-name verification or anything like that. And there's no talk of uploading information online. You can just make up a name like Sun Wukong and it'll be fine.

But you have to pay in advance. The room rate must be paid in advance. There's also a separate deposit of 10 US dollars.

During the check-in process, Zhang Yong noticed that Fei Xinqing had woken up. He was walking dazedly in the direction of the door.

He staggered past Zhang Yong from behind. He didn't see Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong was facing the inside of the counter.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him.

He turned around. He patted Fei Xinqing on the shoulder.

Fei Xinqing was clearly a little distracted. He didn't react. Zhang Yong then increased the intensity. He continued to pat him hard.

'Hey, hey, Boss Fei, Boss Fei!' Zhang Yong also yelled loudly.

'Ah...' Fei Xinqing finally came back to his senses.

Suddenly, he saw Zhang Yong.

His expression was instantly extremely strange. It was as if he had seen a demon or a ghost.

His mouth opened involuntarily, as if he wanted to scream. But no sound came out.

He seemed to have been bewitched.

'Boss Fei, it's me!' Zhang Yong said with a smile, "I'm Zhang Yong. I'm from the Secret Service Bureau. We've met before.'

'Ah, Zhang, Zhang..." Fei Xinqing's mind was completely out of it.

'Boss Fei, don't be so nervous. It's only 5,000 taels of silver. I won't chase you for it.'

'What? 5,000 taels?'

'Last time in Tianjin, you owed me 5,000 taels and you didn't pay! Have you forgotten?'

'5,000 taels? Is that possible?'

'Boss Fei, what's wrong with you? What happened to you? You seem shocked?'

'I...'

Fei Xinqing reached up to touch the back of his head.

What happened? He didn't know either!

He had just entered the toilet. Then he passed out. When he woke up, he found himself lying on the cold floor.

It was nighttime, and since it was late at night, there were very few people entering the toilet. Therefore, no one noticed him during his fainting spell. When he woke up, he realised that he might have been set up. He felt dizzy and tried to think hard, but it seemed that he was always missing something. He couldn't retrieve many memories.

'It's okay. Boss Fei, this is Shanghai, not Tianjin,' Zhang Yong said reassuringly. 'Go back to your room and get some sleep, and you'll feel better.'

'I, I...' Fei Xinqing wanted to say something but couldn't.

It felt as if there were a lot of thoughts in his head. But none of them were clear.

He wanted to say something. But when the words were on the tip of his tongue, they wouldn't come out. He was in a daze. He was confused.

Zhang Yong turned his head and looked at Aphrodite. Aphrodite immediately handed him the key.

'Come, Boss Fei, I'll take you up to your room.'

'No, no...'

'Don't be afraid. I'm not a bad person. I only arrest Japanese spies.'

'Er...'

Fei Xinqing stammered. He didn't refuse anymore.

He knew exactly what was going on. He was a Japanese spy in hiding. And Zhang Yong happened to be the one who arrested Japanese spies.

Strangely, he couldn't remember anything else. But he was very clear about the fact that he was a Japanese spy.

Perhaps this was already a memory engraved in his bones.

'Let's go!'

'Okay...'

'Mr Fei, what happened?'

'I fell in the toilet. I think I hurt my head.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong said with a laugh.

On the surface, he was solicitously helping the other man into the elevator.

He casually felt in the other man's suit pocket. He felt a few loose US dollars. Good. A thief never leaves anything behind. This is also mine.

'Which floor?'

'Four...'

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong was a little surprised.

Fei Xinqing was also on the fourth floor?

Go up to the fourth floor. Get off the elevator. Fei Xinqing guides Zhang Yong to his room, confused.

Zhang Yong is surprised to find that his room is right next to Fei Xinqing's. It really is next door. Right next to it.

What a coincidence.

He opens the door.

Zhang Yong's eyes suddenly light up.

He sees a rattan box. Instantly, he feels a chill run down his spine.

Now he has a stress reaction to rattan boxes. His mind is full of the rattan box that disappeared from Huangshilu.

His reason tells him that this is impossible. This is Shanghai. Not Jinling. Huangshilu is in Jinling. The rattan box that appeared on Huangshilu cannot appear in Shanghai. However, the rattan box is still haunting him. He cannot stop thinking about it until he finds it.

He throws Fei Xinqing onto the bed.

Damn it. This son of a bitch Japanese spy. He actually wants me to serve him.

Fine. This rattan box. I'll take it.

He looks back at Fei Xinqing. He seems to have fallen asleep? Or has he fainted again?

Fine. First, he opens the rattan box to take a look.

He studies it.

He opens it.

He finds it full of all kinds of cotton wool.

In the middle of the cotton wool are banknotes?

He looks closely. Yes, they are banknotes. Sealed up.

One after the other. There are 50 in each. There may be dozens of them?

Carrying banknotes is really cumbersome. The weight of 10,000 banknotes is more than 600 catties. No one can carry that alone.

The personal limit is carrying a maximum of 2,000 banknotes. The weight is about 120-150 catties.

Disappointed. It's banknotes again!

If he had helpers, it would be no problem.

The problem is, he doesn't have helpers now. He can't move it all by himself.

Unless, he takes the rattan box with him...

Huh?

Seems like it's possible.

Fei Xinqing was feeling groggy anyway. It's fine to take it with me.

When the other person comes to their senses later, they will deny it. The other person can't do anything about it. The other person is a Japanese spy and dares not do anything forceful.

Just as he said, Zhang Yong dragged the rattan box and went out. He arrived in front of the elevator.

The rattan box did not have wheels. It was a bit tiring to drag it.

He dragged it into the elevator with all his strength.

He came down to the lobby on the first floor.

He was about to drag it to the door.

Aphrodite saw this and asked with a smile, 'Mr Zhang, do you need any help?'

'No,' Zhang Yong shook his head.

He definitely couldn't carry more than 100 kg.

However, he had to find a way to get the 100 kg of silver out of the building somehow.

If it were 100 kg of gold bars, he could carry it and run faster than Usain Bolt!

'I need to make a phone call.'

'Please go ahead,'

Aphrodite said sweetly. There was a flirtatious gleam in her eyes.

Zhang Yong pretended not to see.

Sorry, I'm not tempted by you right now.

Two thousand taels of silver is worth much more than a beautiful woman.

He picked up the phone.

Suddenly, Afu Luo's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she quietly reached up to touch the back of her head.

Zhang Yong asked knowingly, 'Do you have a headache?'

'No,' Afu Luo replied, biting her lip, 'I fell while walking. I accidentally hit it.'

'Oh...' Zhang Yong then bowed his head and made the call.

I'm glad you know.

You fell over yourself.

I didn't hit you.

Haha!

Reach out. Dial the number.

It's not the 026 logistics warehouse. It's for Akiyama Shigeki.

Is the Japanese Consulate-General in Shanghai tapped? I guess so.

But the call to Akiyama Shigeki should be an exception.

Akiyama Shigeki definitely wouldn't want his calls to be monitored. I guess the other consuls-general wouldn't want that either.

For example, if the military intelligence were to monitor the phone calls, they would definitely not monitor the calls of the Prime Minister, his wife, or the other military and political bigwigs. Anyone who didn't know better would be in trouble.

Of course, it was impossible to discuss secrets over the phone.

There was also an operator on the other end.

'Moshi moshi...'

'I'm looking for the Consul General.'

'Who is this?'

'Tuyao! Connect me immediately.'

'Yes.'

The operator began to transfer the call.

Zhang Yong tilted his head and thought. Could it be that the operator also knew Tuyao?

Or perhaps she didn't know at all. But she didn't dare to ignore the call?

Next time, he would have to learn a little Japanese. It would be enough to bluff.

'Dudu...'

'Dudu...'

The phone on the other end kept ringing.

Zhang Yong was very patient. After all, it was just after 1 a.m. It was late at night.

If nothing unexpected happened, Akiyama Shigeaki would definitely be asleep.

Finally, someone picked up the phone.

The words spoken were in Japanese.

Zhang Yong couldn't understand.

But that was fine. He spoke Chinese.

'Don't sleep! Get up and say hi!' Zhang Yong yelled into the phone.

Aphrodite next to him looked at him in surprise.

What was this?

It seemed like he was deliberately disturbing someone's rest.

'Hagah! It's you!'

Shigeaki Akiyama on the other end of the line immediately recognised the voice.

It was Zhang Yong, that son of a bitch!

He did it on purpose. He deliberately called in the middle of the night! He deliberately woke him up!

Damn it!

Damn it!

I've seen bad things, but I've never seen anything this bad.

Sooner or later, I'll get this son of a bitch!

'Good evening!' Zhang Yong replied seriously, 'I greet you on behalf of the 400 million Chinese people!'

'Damn it! You're looking for death!' Shigaki Akiyama was furious.

'I'm not even asleep yet! You're sleeping your ass off!' Zhang Yong hung up after saying that.

Haha. It felt so good.

It was as if he had won a moral victory, just like Ah Q...

Hmph!

You want to sleep? Dream on!

I'll call and harass you whenever I feel like it in the future.

He can just ignore the calls. But then, he might miss an important call.

He looked up and saw Aphrodite's confused gaze.

So he smiled and explained, 'Oh, I was just joking with a friend.'

Aphrodite gave a sweet smile. She didn't say anything.

But she had already memorised the number Zhang Yong had just called.

Not only did she remember it, she also knew that Zhang Yong had called the Consulate General of Japan in Shanghai.

This guy...

Seems quite interesting. And bad.

Waking people up on purpose in the middle of the night. Deliberately torturing people.

Zhang Yong also smiled.

He continued to make the call.

That was the real business.

He asked someone to come and take away the rattan box.

Soon, Tianqi arrived in his car. He loaded the rattan box into the car and left.

Zhang Yong went back to his room and went to sleep.

He had paid for the room. He definitely had to stay.

He slept very soundly.

When he woke up, it was already bright outside.

He looked at his watch. Oh, it was already past ten in the morning. It seemed like he hadn't slept for long.

He continued to sleep.

He didn't get up until after eleven.

He discovered that Fei Xinqing had already gone to the restaurant on the second floor. So he went down too.

He walked over there with a swagger.

Would Fei Xinqing suspect that he had taken the rattan box?

That's fine. Let him suspect whatever he likes. He just wants to see how Fei Xinqing reacts.

In the end, Fei Xinqing is still a little dazed when he sees him. It seems that he has an impression of him. But he can't quite remember.

Zhang Yong: ...

Looks like I hit him too hard.

Fei Xinqing is obviously suffering from the after-effects of a concussion in his current state!

His memory is fuzzy.

He's delirious.

It may take some time for him to recover.

Then everything will be fine.

Zhang Yong sat down with a flourish and greeted him with a smile, 'Boss Fei, long time no see.'

'You... you know me?' Fei Xinqing was indeed puzzled.

'You are Boss Fei from the Sihai Money Shop in Tianjin. Of course I know you!'

'Then you are...'

'My name is Qin Chuan. I work for Director Wang Kemin. Do you have any impression of Director Wang Kemin?'

'Wang... Wang...'

Fei Xinqing thought hard. But he couldn't come up with anything.

Zhang Yong looked down at his hands. It seemed that he hadn't used any particular force last night, so why had he made Fei Xinqing stupid?

Look at Aphrodite, she's fine. She's a woman and she hasn't lost her memory.

Could it be that Fei Xinqing is faking it?

He couldn't help but become a little more vigilant.

Then he realised that he had been worrying for nothing. Fei Xinqing really had been made stupid.

How do I put this? Drooling is something you can fake. But a wandering, vacant look in the eyes is something you can't fake.

This guy has been trying to retrieve his memory. But every time he fails. Every time, he sweats from his forehead in anxiety.

'Boss Fei, do you need to see a doctor?'

'I, I...'

'Boss Fei, is there something important you came to Shanghai for?'

'I, uh...'

Fei Xinqing is still confused and dazed.

He seems to remember what he came to do. But for a moment, he can't think of it, so he becomes even more anxious.

Zhang Yong secretly thought that there was a chance.

So he guided him gently.