Chapter 807: Climbing Up

"Don't move!'

'Don't move!'

Zhang Yong commanded his subordinates to separate the gamblers.

There were five groups in total. This would effectively prevent chaos.

This was all from the experience of later generations.

Although he had not tried it himself, he had seen it on the internet.

Then there's the money scraping. All the money is scraped away. So, some people are happy. Some people are not happy. The group is divided.

Those who have lost are of course happy to see the money being scraped away. They feel as if they have not lost.

Those who have won dare not say anything. They can only lower their heads. Silence.

The scraped money is put into sacks.

'Go!'

Zhang Yong waves his hand.

He quickly leaves with his group.

The main one is a clean sweep. Let the other party guess slowly.

Peng Dama saw that it was not good, and hurriedly followed Zhang Yong to leave.

He was actually worried about being beaten.

Everyone else misunderstood that he had led Zhang Yong and the others to loot.

As a result, he ran so fast, following Zhang Yong. This solidified his identity as a Japanese collaborator. Everyone else hated him and wanted to skin him alive.

Coming out.

Zhang Yong suddenly saw a vaguely familiar figure.

It was a foreigner. Drunk. staggering down the street. There were not many people around.

Zhang Yong looked carefully.

Huh?

It's Bob!

This guy, getting drunk like this?

Anyway, is the director of the Public Works Department really that bad? He is a director after all!

He waved his hand. Signalling the others to be on guard. Then he walked over.

Just in time. Bob looked up and saw Zhang Yong.

Then his face suddenly turned red.

He pointed at Zhang Yong with a trembling finger and then exclaimed joyfully:

"Zhang! It's you! It's good to see you!'

'Want to get rich?'

Zhang Yong waved his hand. A sack was delivered to the other side.

This sack contained the gambling money received from the casino just now. Scattered. The amount was not small.

Bob's eyes lit up, as if the greedy demon dragon had seen jewels.

His drunken stupor suddenly vanished.

He knew Zhang Yong. He also knew Zhang Yong's abilities. But a sack of money...

What was Zhang Yong going to do?

"Zhang, where did you get this?'

'Let's sit down and talk.'

'Good, good!'

Bob said happily.

There happened to be an empty house nearby.

Zhang Yong expertly unlocked the door with the others. They went in. Then they sat down as if they owned the place.

This house seems to be owned by Du Yuesheng? It seems so. But it could also be owned by Huang Jinrong. Maybe they got confused. But it's definitely not an ordinary house.

Sure enough, the interior decoration of this house is also quite high-level.

Bob looked around suspiciously, 'Zhang, is this your own house?'

'Mr. Bob, you've had too much to drink today,' Zhang Yong said without answering, but instead asked directly, 'I've never seen you like this before.'

'Zhang, I'm very depressed...' Bob sat down. He shrugged and folded his arms. He was depressed.

'Is it because of the salary?'

'Of course. My salary has been reduced by 90%...'

'That much?'

'I used to work in the Kailuan coal mine and had a fixed salary of 50 pounds a week, plus some variable pay. But here, I only get 5 pounds a week. And I don't have any other side income.'

'I think you've just joined the wrong team.'

'What do you mean?'

'Now, you British, is Chamberlain the Prime Minister?'

'No. It's Baldwin.'

'Baldwin? Then I'm mistaken.'

Zhang Yong frowned.

Shit, Chamberlain hasn't taken office yet?

So, when did the so-called appeasement policy start?

Which Baldwin is it? No recollection at all.

'You...'

'The current king of the British Empire is...'

'It is His Majesty Edward VIII, whom we respect.'

'Oh, the King's Speech...'

'What?'

Bob looked at Zhang Yong in puzzlement.

He felt that Zhang Yong was acting strange. He didn't know what to say.

He actually knew about Chamberlain. But he didn't know about Baldwin. Baldwin was the Prime Minister. Chamberlain was the Speaker of the House of Lords...

'Mr. Bob, do you trust me?'

'No.'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong was at a loss for words.

Damn the British, they're so straightforward.

You're not playing by the rules! I can't even use the I Ching to explain it to you...

'But you can explain it.'

'Mr. Bob, if you're willing to take my advice, I guarantee you'll rise through the ranks and get a promotion...'

'Zhang, I like hearing you talk.'

'I have a hunch. The next Prime Minister of the British Empire will be Chamberlain.'

'Not necessarily.'

'I hope you can show your support for Chamberlain in words and deeds in advance. That way you'll get an advantage.'

'You mean, I should become a member of Chamberlain's campaign team?'

'Perhaps. You need to stand out.'

'But in the Far East, that doesn't seem to help. The Lord Chancellor can't see what's going on here.'

'It doesn't matter if he can't see. Others can. If Chamberlain wins, they'll naturally see you as the Prime Minister's close associate.'

'Maybe. But what if Chamberlain loses?'

'I'll give you £10,000.'

'Really?'

'Yes. You must do your best. Publicly support Chamberlain.'

'Okay. That much. I can do that. If I lose, I hope you really give me the ten thousand pounds. Er, ten thousand pounds is too much. Five thousand pounds would be enough.'

'I won't lose. When was the last time I lost, back in Tientsin?'

'It seems like...'

Bob nodded. He had no objections. He was completely listening to Zhang Yong.

After all, he was now a titular director of the Ministry of Works. He only got a pitiful little salary every month.

Perhaps, for ordinary people, an income of £20 a month is quite good. But he is not ordinary! He was once the deputy general manager of the Kailuan Coal Mine!

How many people can accept suddenly going from earning £50,000 a month to £5,000 a month? I guess none.

'In addition, I hope you can get along with Churchill.'

'Which Churchill?'

'The one who was once the First Lord of the Admiralty?'

'Oh, you mean Winston Churchill. Only he was the First Lord of the Admiralty.'

'Yes. He will be prime minister after Chamberlain.'

'You should say possibly.'

'No. I am sure. Churchill will be prime minister after Chamberlain.'

'But...'

'No buts. Remember, Mr. Bob, if you lose, you get £10,000.'

'Okay. Chamberlain. Churchill. I will suck up to them.'

'Then it is only a matter of time before you become the chief director of the Ministry of Works or even a higher official.'

Zhang Yong suddenly felt that his own ambitions were too small.

It was now 1936, and the future situation would change very strangely.

It would not be an exaggeration to describe it as surging with undercurrents and full of strange twists and turns.

The situation was so complex and ever-changing that no one could see through it.

The exception was Zhang Yong.

He had already seen through the layers of fog and learned about the development of history.

Therefore, as long as Bob followed his guidance, it would really not be difficult to become the Director-General of the Ministry of Works in the next few years.

In the bureaucratic hierarchy of the British Empire, the head of the Shanghai Public Concession was probably not even officially established. In the eyes of the East India Company, they were nothing. If Bob only became the head of the Public Concession, it would be a waste of Zhang Yong's guidance.

'Then I'll wait and see.'

'Good. Now, I want to tell you the second thing.'

'Tell me.'

'Today, the police chief of your Public Security Bureau handled the release of 30 prisoners from the Tilanqiao Prison by the Japanese Kagezo Teiaki.'

'What's the reason?'

'I don't know. But he charged each prisoner 3,000 US dollars.'

'What?'

Bob stood up in surprise.

3,000 US dollars!

30 people!

Even he was extremely shocked.

After all, that was a whole $90,000! In the United States, that would make him a small billionaire.

'I'm going to report him!'

'I'm going to report him!'

Bob became agitated. He was deeply agitated.

He had just fallen from the clouds to the bottom of the pit. How could he stay calm when he suddenly heard about $90,000?

He wanted to catch Shozo Kagezo immediately, crack open his skull and take all the dollars. As for why he wanted to crack open the skull, it was simple: while grabbing the money, Bob also wanted to take Shozo Kagezo's life.

On the surface, the British are gentlemen. However, in places where the sun doesn't shine, they were once crazy pirates.

No one can forget how the pirates grew rich from plundering in those days.

'Reporting him is useless,' Zhang Yong shook his head.

'Why?' Bob was obviously unconvinced.

'If reporting him was useful, he would not have acted so blatantly.'

'You mean to say that the other directors of the Board of Works have all been bribed by him?'

'More or less.'

'Then I...'

'That's what I want you to do. I want you to take control of the Board of Works.'

'I don't have enough power...'

'I know.'

'Since you know...'

'Let's find a way to take power.'

'What method?'

'Money opens the way.'

Zhang Yong was blunt.

He pushed the sack of gambling money in front of Bob.

Bob's face was unsettled. It gradually began to turn red.

'I will be responsible for providing you with funds. Then you find a way to take power. If you encounter any obstacles or people who don't know how to behave, I will help you get rid of them.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong nodded affirmatively.

He wasn't just good at making money. He could also handle assassinations.

In fact, over the past year, he had witnessed countless assassination attempts. And countless people had tried to assassinate him.

Whether it was assassinating or being assassinated, he had a lot of experience.

He just hadn't tried it himself.

Lao Pao alone could assassinate a large number of targets with a sniper rifle.

'So...'

Bob's eyes twinkled.

He thought quietly.

Zhang Yong sat quietly. He didn't disturb the other person.

He gave the other person enough time to think. Not about cooperation. About the feasibility of the future.

Ten minutes...

Twenty minutes...

Finally, Bob had a rough idea.

He said slowly, 'Zhang, let's start climbing up from now on!'