Chapter 809: Is this bad news?

Shanghai at the end of May in the Gregorian calendar, the late night climate is very pleasant.

Not cold. Not hot. The evening breeze blows. Very pleasant. If there were no mosquito bites, that would be great.

However, the mosquitoes are very active. Squatting is definitely painful.

Through the telescope, Zhang Yong saw Bai Chuan Xiuying. This guy is a bit reckless.

What do I mean? He has no intention of hiding at all. The target is very obvious. He could even hit the target with the scope.

However, it is impossible to take action. There are too many restrictions inside the concession.

Unless he waits for the other party to leave the concession.

Zhang Yong silently monitored the situation. Suddenly, he noticed a red dot appear at the edge of the map. There is a mark.

Check it out. It turned out to be Lin Xiaoyan.

Huh?

She's actually appeared again?

What is this woman doing in the concession? Is she looking for me?

He quietly approaches her.

After entering the concession, Lin Xiaoyan gets into a rickshaw.

Zhang Yong leads his men and suddenly charges out of the side, intercepting her. She is relieved to see that it is Zhang Yong.

'Go!'

Zhang Yong throws the rickshaw driver a dollar.

The rickshaw driver, who is nervous and uneasy, quickly takes the dollar and turns away.

Lin Xiaoyan jumped off the cart.

Zhang Yong carefully monitored his surroundings. He was afraid that someone was following him.

It seemed that she was not welcome on the Japanese side either. It turned out that everyone from the Special High Commission was hostile towards the military.

It was estimated that soon, the Special High Commission would become the Special High Commission of the military.

The original people either hid or fled.

'I hope you can open a message channel at the Hotel Madera,' Lin Xiaoyan said quickly, 'otherwise, it will be really difficult for others to find you.'

'What is a message channel?' Zhang Yong said he didn't understand.

'It's just that you pay the Hotel Maderier five dollars a month, and they will help you record all your messages.'

'What kind of messages?'

'Just the ones you want to receive and the ones you want to send.'

'How does it work?'

'Every time you call back to the Hotel Maderier or you come to the front desk of the Hotel Maderier, it will tell you who has left a message for you. For example, if someone is looking for you, you can receive it in time.'

'Five dollars a month?'

'Yes.'

'That's expensive.'

'You can accept it or not.'

'Okay. I'll give it a try.'

Zhang Yong didn't immediately refuse.

Five dollars a month was still acceptable.

This was equivalent to the most primitive paging station. Messages could be obtained in a timely manner.

'If I want to find someone, can I find them too?'

'Of course. You can tell the receptionist at the Hotel Matignon who you're looking for. They can let you know if they see each other or if they get a call from the person you're looking for.'

'I see.'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

In that case, it would indeed be much more convenient. He might use it a lot in the future.

Once he stepped onto the international stage of espionage, there would definitely be a lot of people he needed to contact. There would be a lot of things to take care of. He would need to get information in a timely manner. Or send out information,

good news.

Five dollars a month was indeed a bit expensive. But it was worth it.

Pulling his thoughts back to reality,

'What are you doing in the concession?'

'Looking for you.'

'Looking for me?'

'Yes. I need to have a long talk with you.'

'In a café?'

'No. In a hotel. I've booked a room at the Hotel Mader.'

'Okay...'

Zhang Yong didn't refuse.

If she wanted to have a long talk, he would oblige. He had nothing to lose.

She was paying for both the room and his time.

Turning around, he headed for the Hotel Mader.

From a distance, he noticed that Aphrodite was still at work. But he didn't see Yulgena.

He entered the hotel.

Aphrodite gave Zhang Yong a sweet smile when she saw him.

Lin Xiaoyan took Zhang Yong to the reception desk and said to Aphrodite, 'This gentleman would like to subscribe to the messaging service.'

'That'll be five dollars a month,' Aphrodite said with a smile. 'It's calculated on a monthly basis. There are only three days left in this month. If you subscribe now, you'll be losing money...'

'He's not short of money,' Lin Xiaoyan said, "just activate it for him.'

Zhang Yong: ...

Who says I'm not short of money? I'm dying of poverty, okay?

What did Li Yunlong say? Poor people are about to go begging. And he says he's not short of money.

But in the end, he took out ten $5 bills. And activated the message for himself.

He really needed it.

'Thank you," Aphrodite said as she registered, 'Mr. Zhang, congratulations on activating your Feixin membership...'

'What kind of letter?' Zhang Yong felt that the name was very strange.

'Flying letter.'

'Oh...'

So there was no reply.

It turns out that there was flying letter in this era!

Awesome...

'Mr. Zhang, I have now found that two gentlemen have left you written messages...'

'Who?'

'You can see for yourself!'

Aphrodite went into the back room and then brought out two envelopes.

Zhang Yong took the envelopes. He noticed that the envelopes were bare on the outside. There was only his name, Zhang Yong, written by hand. The handwriting was delicate, and it was probably a woman who wrote it.

It could be Aphrodite, or it could be some other Belarusian woman. The Chinese was surprisingly good.

Did traditional Chinese characters look more beautiful?

He opened one of the envelopes and found that there was only a name and a phone number inside.

The name is Tanavaro. The phone number is five digits.

A bit of anticipation. Could it be that Tanavaro has returned? Not bad. Not bad. Did you bring back the bullet?

Open the other envelope, and there is a piece of letter paper inside. Take it out. A quick glance. It turns out to be a message from Zhu Yuan to herself. There is an address on it.

Strange...

A message from Zhu Yuan to herself?

When she met with him before, he didn't mention it! Could it be that he forgot?

No...

Maybe Zhu Yuan thought he knew.

In fact, she hadn't received any message from the Hotel Mader. She had missed it.

If Lin Xiaoyan hadn't told him, he would never have known about it.

'Mr Zhang, do you need to send a message to someone? Only Feixin members can send written messages to each other.'

'I see. Not at the moment.'

'Please.'

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong and Lin Xiaoyan went up to the room.

Coincidentally, this room was also on the fourth floor. It was next to Fei Xinqing's. But Fei Xinqing wasn't there.

Strange, that guy is delirious, where could he have gone?

Could it be that his memory is gradually returning?

Closing the door, Zhang Yong skillfully began to undress.

Lin Xiaoyan's face turned cold, however, 'Zhang, you first make it clear, what's going on with Yosuke Yamaguchi?'

'What's going on?' Zhang Yong pretended to be stupid.

'Yosuke Yamaguchi is not dead.'

'He is.'

'He is not.'

'He is.'

Zhang Yong insisted.

Who says he's not dead? You produce the evidence.

Sure enough, Lin Xiaoyan fell silent.

Her face kept changing. She was obviously hesitant.

Zhang Yong took off his clothes, lay down on the bed, pulled the cup over himself, and then went to sleep.

Whatever. I'm sleepy anyway. Sleep. Rest and recuperate.

If you want to have a serious talk, we'll have a serious talk. If not, let's sleep.

'Someone snitched on you?'

'What secret?'

'Do you know that Yosuke Yamaguchi was no ordinary person?'

'He was a Japanese spy. Of course he was no ordinary person. Strange, why do you keep saying that Yosuke Yamaguchi is not dead? I killed him with my own hands!'

'Where is the photo?'

'You didn't tell me before that you wanted to take a photo. He is already dead. He has been disposed of. How could I take a photo?'

'How was he disposed of?'

'We burnt him in the car. Both the person and the car. We wanted to destroy all evidence.'

'So there is no evidence to prove that he is dead?'

'Not really. My men are all witnesses. They all saw it.'

'Why did you burn it?'

'Because he was an employee of the Bank of Communications! The Kong family didn't want him to be identified. Then he would be attacked. So...'

'Zhang, you lied to me!'

'If you didn't lie to me, I certainly wouldn't lie to you.'

'You...'

Lin Xiaoyan hesitated again.

Obviously, she had understood what Zhang Yong had said.

After all, she was from Tegao Technology. She was very clever and quick-witted. She could tell what was on his mind just by listening to his words.

'Mori Rabbit Pills...'

'Mori Rabbit Pills...'

Suddenly, Zhang Yong heard Lin Xiaoyan mumble.

He opened his eyes. He found her standing in the dark, lost in thought. But her mouth was not moving.

Did he accidentally 'hear' her thoughts again?

Was she still thinking about Mori Rabbit Pills?

"Jiamusi...'

'Jiamusi...'

Suddenly, Lin Xiaoyan's voice was heard again.

This time, Zhang Yong could see clearly. Lin Xiaoyan did not make any movements. Her lips did not move either.

Apparently, this time, he really had 'overheard' her thoughts. But it was useless.

Jiamusi...

It's just the name of a place.

What value could it have?

It seems that someone mentioned before that the Japanese army's 1st Division had been transferred in its entirety to Jiamusi.

Yes, that's the First Division that rebelled against the government. More than 300 people were executed in the aftermath. Everyone else, along with their families, was relocated to Jiamusi.

The question is, what is the reason for Lin Xiaoyan's obsession with this? Is she related to Jiamusi?

If not, she wouldn't be talking about it.

'Zhang...'

Lin Xiaoyan suddenly paused.

This time, it was her who was talking.

But Zhang Yong pretended not to hear. He tilted his head and went back to sleep.

If you don't tell me the secret of the rabbit pill, I'll insist that Yosuke Yamaguchi is dead.

You lied to me first. Then I'm sure I lied to you too!

"Zhang...'

Lin Xiaoyan continued to call out softly.

Zhang Yong noticed that there seemed to be a change in the way she addressed him.

In the past, she had always called him Zhang San. Now she was calling him Zhang alone? He didn't know much about Japanese customs and habits, and didn't understand the meaning of this change.

'What?' Zhang Yong finally decided to respond.

'I...' Lin Xiaoyan paused.

'Just say it.'

'Are you working with the Americans?'

'Yes.'

'But we already gave you 100,000 US dollars. You broke your promise.'

'Everyone involved in the kidnapping case is dead.'

'Are you sure they're all dead?'

'If they reappear, I can refund you 100,000 US dollars.'

'But...'

Lin Xiaoyan was at a loss again.

Zhang Yong tilted his head to sleep.

What? Still not willing to reveal the secret of the Hairy Rabbit Pills?

Fine, let's just take our time.

In the end, Lin Xiaoyan didn't respond for a long time. Instead, Zhang Yong fell asleep in a daze.

Half asleep, half awake, she felt someone curl up in her arms.

In the end, she still didn't reveal the truth...

When she woke up in the morning, Lin Xiaoyan had already left.

That's what she does every time. She leaves before dawn. Very mysterious.

Zhang Yong doesn't mind. You get used to it.

Get up.

Wash up.

Go downstairs.

After breakfast, start making phone calls.

Of course, it's to Tanavaro. I wonder if he's in Italy Street?

Soon, someone answers the phone. But Zhang Yong doesn't understand what they're saying. Could it be Italian? Zhang Yong continues in Chinese, 'I'm Zhang Yong, I'm looking for Tanavaro...'

The other person still spoke in a rambling Italian accent. After a while, a Chinese voice finally came through: 'Zhang, you've finally called.'

Zhang Yong pondered for a moment. He was sure it was Tanawaro's voice.

The guy had finally returned. I wonder if he brought back any ammunition.

'Mr Tanawaro, do you have any good news for me?'

'Of course. I have some great news for you.'

'Thank you. I look forward to it.'

'But there is also a little bad news.'

'Let's meet and talk. Where are you?'

'Of course I'm at Italy Street. The Genoa Bar. Come and find me! We'll meet there.'

'Okay,'

Zhang Yong agreed.

He looked at his watch. It was only just after 8am!

This Italian guy must have gotten drunk at the bar last night and passed out there.

He immediately gathered his men.

He arrived at Italy Street.

The map began to show a dense array of weapons symbols.

Good grief. This is Italy Street, not an arms depot! Why are there so many weapons symbols?

He secretly increased his vigilance.

Those Italians are no pushovers.

Don't look at them, they're quite the show-offs in battle. But they're overbearing in some ways.

Especially those from Sicily, who have no regard for the law.

Sure enough, as soon as he approached Italy Street, he noticed many men with pistols at their waists standing at the street corner. The pistols at their waists were all Beretta 1934 pistols.

Seeing Zhang Yong arrive with a large number of Zhongshan suits, all of which were also holding weapons, the Italians were not at all afraid. They just pressed their guns with their hands.

'I am a guest of Tanavaro,' Zhang Yong stated his purpose.

'Come in!' someone waved.

Zhang Yong then walked over.

The group behind him naturally followed.

No one stopped them.

No one said that only Zhang Yong could go in.

Although Zhang Yong was leading more than 30 people. Two small groups. But the whole street was full of Italians.

There were at least more than 1,000 people in the whole street. Everyone had a gun. Apart from pistols, there might also be rifles or submachine guns. In terms of firepower, Zhang Yong's 30 people were not even worth mentioning.

In the early years of World War II, the weapons produced in Italy were also of a certain level.

The Japanese Navy once commissioned Italy to produce 100,000 bolt-action rifles. They were used by the naval guards.

Most of the rifles and light machine guns used by the Japanese marines were also produced in Italy. A lot of them were imported.

Why didn't they ask the army to produce them?

Haha, the navy and army donkeys hated each other like poison, why would they ask the army?

Even Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto wouldn't dare say that. Otherwise, he would definitely be chopped to death by the angry navy donkeys.

They found the Genoa bar.

Sure enough, it was closed.

It's early in the morning, of course the bar is closed.

Go up.

Knock on the door.

It takes a long time before someone opens the door.

A bearded face appears. It reeks of alcohol. His eyes are red.

Well, this is Tanavaro.

This guy is really something.

His motto in life must be to get drunk wherever he is and just lie down...

This guy is also lucky. No one has ever shot him when he was drunk.

Is the security in Sicily really that good?

'Zhang...'

'Mr Tanavaro, how much have you drunk?'

'Not much. It's all wine. It's wine made by us Italians. It's even better than the French. I've drunk less than a barrel.'

'Less than a barrel?'

'Yes. Less than a barrel.'

'...'

Zhang Yong is speechless.

He can only silently give a thumbs-up.

What a braggart. I'm convinced.

A barrel of wine!

Not a great drinker. But definitely in the king of eaters series.

A barrel of red wine is enough to bathe in. You actually drank less than a barrel. That's at least half a barrel.

Very curious. How many times did you go to the toilet?

'Zhang, come in!'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong silently walked in.

Then he realised that he had made a mistake. He didn't go to the toilet at all. He just pulled directly on the floor.

There are no words to describe the smell I smelled.

I couldn't help covering my nose.

At this moment, Tanavaro also finally seemed to notice the smell.

He yelled something in Italian.

Then he said to Zhang Yong, 'Let's go. We'll go across the street. It's filthy here.'

Zhang Yong really wanted to say, 'It's not like you didn't do it?'

Just by looking at the situation, you can tell that you were drunk and urinated and defecated everywhere.

Seriously, no one shot at you, and that was already very polite.

Walk out.

Go to the bar across the street.

There is also a bar across the street.

There are at least 20 bars in the entire Italy Street.

I suspect that these Italians may spend half of the day drinking. They spend more time drinking than sleeping.

Sit down.

Tanawaro habitually takes out a bottle of wine from his pocket.

Zhang Yong reaches out and takes it away.

First things first.

No drinking.

'I want to hear the good news first.'

'The good news is that I've got more ammunition than you can imagine.'

'How many?'

'You guess?'

'30 million!'

Zhang Yong deliberately guessed a large number.

If there were really 30 million rounds of ammunition, that would be great.

They were all 7.92 mm in calibre, so the National Army could definitely use them. It would be absolutely exhilarating to use them against the devils in the future.

'No, you guess again.'

'25 million?'

'You are getting further and further away from the correct answer.'

'50 million.'

Zhang Yong was desperate. He guessed boldly.

If there really were 50 million, that would be fantastic. But the chances were slim.

Fifty million rounds of ammunition was no small amount. The weapons and ammunition used by the Italians were not 7.92 mm in calibre. Therefore, there was no way there could be any in stock...

And it would not be possible to produce 50 million rounds of ammunition overnight. It would take time.

'You're right!'

'What?'

'50 million rounds of ammunition! I'll bring you back 50 million rounds of ammunition!'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong was secretly delighted.

But his common sense kept telling him that it might not be true.

Tanawaro might be deceiving him.

After all, 50 million bullets felt a little too good to be true...

'You brought them all back?'

'No. So, there's a little bit of bad news...'

'Then...'

Zhang Yong frowned.

He immediately thought of some kind of scam.

He thought to himself, this son of a bitch, he's not trying to rip me off, is he? Writing a blank cheque on purpose?

Zhang Yong remained calm.

'What's the bad news?'

'I brought back 10 million rounds of ammunition. The rest will be delivered within the next three months.'

'Is that the bad news?'

'I haven't told you the bad news yet. The bad news is that you need to sign a trade contract with us.'

'What's it about?'

'It's about the Macchi series of aircraft.'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong's mind twitched.

The Macchi series? Italian fighter planes?

Although the Italians were a bit of a pushover on the battlefield, they weren't bad at designing weapons.

In particular, the fighters in the Macchi series, including the MC-200 Thunderbolt, MC-202 Lightning, and MC-205 Hound, were all excellent.

Zhang Yong wasn't sure of the specific combat record. However, according to some data, the Soviet Air Force had suffered losses in the early stages of the battle. And it didn't seem like the British Spitfire and Hurricane fighters had an advantage over the Macchi series fighters. The performance of both sides was basically even.

The reason Italian weapons are not famous is mainly because their track record is really not good. Although the weapons are good, the people are too clever.

'You want to sell planes?'

'Yes.'

'How many?'

'At least 100. The more the better.'

'When can you deliver?'

'There are 50 just produced right now, you can sell them to you now if you need them.'

'What model?'

'BA-65, Hawk fighter. The engine power is as high as 1,000 horsepower.'

'How much?'

'1,000 horsepower! A Fiat A80-RC41 engine!'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was impressed.

Was Italian engine technology really that impressive?

And Fiat?

Fiat cars in later generations don't seem to be very good...

I didn't realise that before World War II, Fiat had also developed aviation engines! And the horsepower is so terrifying!

You must know that the famous Japanese fighter plane, the Zero, only had 950 horsepower!

With such a terrifying engine horsepower, the plane's performance must not be bad. At least it won't lose to the Japanese army's current fighter plane.

The key is that

it is available!

Available!

Available!