Chapter 810: Adults‘ business, children should not inquire

Such good news must be reported to Yang Lichu.

Yang Lichu is actually very familiar with Italian planes.

There are several models of Italian planes at Daxiangchang. Chen Shanben often flies them.

The Nationalist Air Force had a very confusing array of aircraft types. Basically, they used whatever they had.

Some were purchased. That cost money.

Some were inherited. That was free.

And now there were some that had defected from Guangdong and Guangxi. I don't know if that cost money.

There were more than ten types of aircraft in the Nationalist Air Force. It was quite something.

The different types came from different countries.

The specifications were completely different.

What? Standard maintenance?

That didn't exist.

They were used as long as they could. If they couldn't be used anymore, they were left lying around.

If a part broke, it was removed from another broken plane.

When the last spare part could no longer guarantee that the last plane could fly, that plane model was completely scrapped.

That was the situation.

It was absurd.

That was the result of not having your own manufacturing industry.

Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to praise the 156 heavy industry projects built with the aid of the polar bears.

Without these 156 projects, there would be no new China.

After receiving the phone call, Yang Lichu was silent for ten whole seconds before slowly saying, 'Is your information accurate?'

'You should also try to verify it. What if it is true?' Zhang Yong replied.

Of course, he did not give a guarantee. He could not guarantee it either.

Fifty planes. In stock. Not bad. It was indeed a surprise.

It seemed more like a trap carefully woven by the Italians.

Mussolini was no pushover! One must be prepared for anything.

'Contact me as soon as possible.'

'Yes,'

Zhang Yong promised. He returned to Tanavaro.

There were some details he needed to clarify.

For example

'Why did you betray the fifty planes?'

'Not me. It was the company Mackey.'

'What happened to them?'

'The Air Force refused to pay. They had to take the planes back.'

'Technical defects?'

'Of course not. Mussolini siphoned off the Air Force's funds.'

'Tell me more.'

'To buy other weapons and support Franco.'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong's expression changed.

It seemed as if the Spanish Civil War was about to break out.

One side of the battle was Franco. He had many supporters.

Behind him were the Germans and Italians. There were also the British and French. The only ones supporting the other side were the Soviets. There was also an international brigade.

In the end, the cruel truth proved that one cannot fight four enemies with one hand. There were too many enemies. It was impossible to win.

It seems that the Spanish Civil War did not require advanced weapons such as aircraft. It was all ground combat.

Mussolini temporarily diverted the military budget of the air force to support Franco, which can be considered a hardcore supporter. But then Franco seemed to be ungrateful and did not provide assistance to Mussolini?

The air force had no military budget. Of course it could not support the cost of so many fighter jets.

And the company Marconi is not someone to be trifled with. If you don't want it, I'll sell it to someone else. Otherwise, I'll go bankrupt.

'Really?'

'Really. Just pay up. It's a package deal. Fifty planes for just half a million dollars.'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong's eyes sparkled again.

Half a million dollars. Madam definitely has it.

It just depends on whether she's willing to make up her mind.

Given the uncertainty of buying the Bf 109 fighter plane, buying an Italian plane seems like a good idea.

The Curtiss Hawk 81 fighter plane from the United States of America is still in the design stage. There will be no stock available for a short time. There is stock available. The performance is up to par. There is only this wave from Italy.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Hurry up and pay.

Hurry up and deliver.

Otherwise, once Mussolini wakes up, the deal may be off.

Anyway, one has no production capacity and can only buy from others. One is in such a situation. One is passive in every way. One is constrained in every way. One has to be on one's guard when buying anything.

'When will the delivery be made?'

'As long as a deposit of 100,000 US dollars is paid, it can be shipped now.'

'Good.'

Zhang Yong is almost impatient.

100,000 US dollars. It's really not much. If he had it, he would have settled it right away himself.

If you act fast, you can get it.

If you don't act fast, you can't get it.

It's not that there's competition. It's that there's concern about Mussolini's change of heart.

The problem is, at this moment in time, Zhang Yong doesn't have US$100,000 in his hands. The US dollars he had previously saved have all been handed over to Gu Xiaoru.

Fortunately, there is not absolutely no way to earn US$100,000.

On this side of Shanghai, there are so many rich people, it is not a problem at all to squeeze out US$100,000.

For example, as long as you catch Kuroshima Ryuzo...

In short, a thousand words are condensed into two words:

Get money!

Get money!

Get money!

This time, it's not for yourself. It's for the country!

Fifty combat capabilities, with an engine horsepower of 1,000 horsepower! You don't need to look at any other performance to know that it's definitely not bad!

For a fighter jet, engine power is always the number one priority.

There is never a ceiling. It's always the bigger the better.

Suddenly, a few sheets of blank paper appear in the space with me. There seem to be technical data on them?

Check.

It turns out to be the data of an Italian fighter jet.

Fiat A80 RC41 engine, 1000 horsepower...

Flying speed: 430 kilometres per hour...

Maximum range: 550 kilometres...

Service ceiling: 6300 metres...

It can't be said to be outstanding. But it's definitely not bad.

At the very least, it's far more advanced than any of the current Hawker models. In terms of flying speed alone, it can easily outperform all current Japanese land-based aircraft.

And in terms of engine power, it completely trounces it. It's like riding in a different class of car.

It suddenly occurs to him that later, the Japanese also bought aircraft from Italy. And they were used to bomb Chongqing.

It was all the Japanese ground forces' doing. Because the Japanese ground forces' bombers didn't go far enough. The range was too far behind the naval Air Force's Zero.

'If you want it, hurry.'

'I know.'

Zhang Yong thought to himself, I want it fast too!

I can't wait to get my hands on half a million dollars. I'll wire it to you directly.

The problem is, it's not like I don't have it!

Stand up.

I'll be going now.

I'm going to go get the money.

No matter what, I'll get at least 100,000 dollars together.

'I'll give you seven days.'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Seven days. Are you sure? I'm not sure.

But I definitely have to try. Dreams can't be given up. Daydreaming is not a crime.

Zhang Yong got up to say goodbye.

He was going to go find Yang Lichu. He would give her the corresponding drawings.

As it turned out, just as he was leaving the house, he noticed a white dot with a sign appear. He checked it out. He found out that it was a prisoner.

Oh?

The US dollar is here...

No. The target is here.

He immediately led the men to follow. The target came into view.

The target's appearance seemed very ordinary. Nothing special.

However, the address he entered made Zhang Yong's mind tingle. It turned out that this address was right near the one Zhu Yuan gave him.

Was it a coincidence?

It must be a coincidence...

Zhang Yong waved his hand and led the team after him.

The address Zhu Yuan left was 180 Taiping Street. They were in front of Taiping Street.

Taiping Street was still relatively prosperous. This area belonged to the old concession. It had been in business for a long time. There were numerous apartments and shops on both sides.

They silently found No. 180. They found it was an apartment building. It wasn't big. There was no one inside.

They looked around. They didn't see any movement. So they opened the door and entered.

The inside is empty. There are only the most basic tables, chairs, and stools. But there is only white dust on them. This shows that someone has cleaned them before.

There is a book on the table. 'The Flowers in the Mirror'. It is very new. Curiously, he picks up the book. He flips through it casually. A note falls out. He picks it up. There is a phone number on it.

Curious. Whose phone number is this?

Did Zhu Yuan give himself this address just so that he could come in and get this phone number?

He turns his head to look around. He finds a phone right next to him.

Not bad. There is actually a phone. It seems that the owner of the apartment is relatively wealthy.

He walks over and picks up the receiver. He finds that the phone is still working. This means that it has not been disconnected. So he begins to dial the number against the note.

He is secretly curious.

Who will be on the other end of the line?

Who is Zhu Yuan looking for?

Is it someone important?

'Hello...'

A familiar voice comes from the other end of the line.

Zhang Yong suddenly feels a shock run through his body. His mind explodes. Then countless thoughts flash through his mind.

He imagined countless possibilities. But he never imagined that it would be him on the other end of the phone! If it had been anyone else, he might have thought it was an illusion. But him...

There was no way he could have heard wrong!

Li Boqi!

It was Li Boqi!

On the other end of the phone was Li Boqi's voice.

Oh my god!

How could this be?

How could it be Li Boqi's voice?

He had dialed the number himself, and it was clearly not Li Boqi's office number!

This is...

Instinctively, Zhang Yong wanted to hang up.

He felt that he might have uncovered some secret. Zhu Yuan, actually had a secret connection with Li Boqi!

My God!

How is that possible?

Why would Zhu Yuan and Li Boqi have a secret connection?

What exactly did they do?

'You're surprised?' Suddenly, Li Boqi's voice came through.

Zhang Yong immediately knew that he had been found out.

The note was from Zhu Yuan. It was for him, Zhang Yong.

If Zhu Yuan and Li Boqi really had a connection, then he should know.

'I...' Zhang Yong stammered.

He didn't know what to say.

Whatever he said would be inappropriate.

There didn't seem to be anything to say.

There was only confusion.

'What are you wondering? I need information from inside the concession, he needs information from outside the concession, we work together in secret, each getting what we need. His help gets me results, my help gets him results, and then we all get promoted and get a pay rise. What's the problem?'

'What's going on with him now?' Zhang Yong believed him.

It seemed like a very good reason.

Come to think of it, there really was nothing strange about it.

You help me, I help you, we help each other, and we all get promoted together.

'Someone's taking revenge.'

'Who?'

'Don't you already know? Kagezo Shigeaki!'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong was at a loss for words again.

The person behind the scenes was Kagezo Shigeaki. It seemed that way.

Zhu Yuan had been sent to prison by Kagezo Shigeaki. That was what the information he had received said.

However, Zhang Yong always felt that things were not that simple.

Did Kagezo Shigeaki have that much power?

It might be possible to fire Zhu Yuan, but to send him straight to prison...

Something just didn't feel right...

'So, whose house is this?'

'Mine.'

'Yours?'

'What do you think I'm doing charging so much rent?'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong was at a loss for words again.

It seemed to be the case. Li Boqi also charged rent.

But it didn't seem that he had any family. It was a very strange thing. No one had ever mentioned it before.

No one mentioned Li Boqi's wife, children, or anything. It was as if the guy was a widower. If he was a widower, there was no point in taking so much money! So he bought a house and land. Fortunately, the houses in the concession were quite nice. He could buy a few more.

'By the way, weren't you in the 167th Division?' Zhang Yong suddenly remembered the main business.

'The business is already done!' Li Boqi replied, 'What am I still doing in the 167th Division?'

'So you've gone back to the headquarters in Jie'e Lane?'

'No.'

'So you're still out here?'

'Don't ask about grown-up matters, kid.'

'I...'

Zhang Yong was suddenly at a loss for words again.

Then he was full of curiosity again.

Was Li Boqi out looking for a woman? Had he taken a mistress?

Absolutely!

This guy wasn't a good person either.

Although he was extremely good to himself. But in other respects...

Anyway, as the saying goes, a good man cannot survive in the Fuxing Society Secret Service. Not even as an undercover agent.

You have to strike when the iron is hot.

You have to kill to keep quiet. You cannot be soft-hearted.

'I have a question to ask.'

'Speak.'

'I need to earn 100,000 US dollars in seven days.'

'Rob.'

'Then I need to rob 100,000 US dollars in seven days. Give me some advice.'

'Du Yuesheng, or Huang Jinrong.'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong was at a loss again.

Li Boqi's words were direct. Every sentence hit the nail on the head.

Du Yuesheng and Huang Jinrong definitely had $100,000! The problem was that these two guys had also come through many storms.

It would be difficult to extort $100,000 from them.

It might even...

'Don't you have a feathered arrow?'

'What?'

'Shelling the Presidential Palace.'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong immediately came to his senses.

Right. Damn. What a stupid thing to do. Forget about it.

Investigating the attempted bombardment of the Presidential Palace is Zhang Yong's current priority. It's even his only priority. Everything else can wait.

As long as he holds onto this, he can show his teeth at anyone.

If you don't believe me, go complain to the big boss. Tell him you never meant to bombard the Presidential Palace. Let's see how the big boss reacts.

We'll see which big shot is so stubborn. I guarantee you. Haha.

I want to say thank you. I found out that Li Boqi hung up the phone.

Well...

The direction is clear.

The rest is how Zhang Yong operates.

Go to the dock first.

There is a shipment of arms coming ashore tonight.

Whose arms are these? It doesn't matter. Just pin it on Du Yuesheng or Huang Jinrong.

What do they need the arms for? To help someone shell the Presidential Palace, of course...

Immediately, he led the team back.

They lurked quietly near the dock.

Sure enough, at around 10 o'clock at night, a ship docked.

It was a cargo ship from Southeast Asia. It probably had a displacement of about 3,000 tons. It was still very large.

Zhang Yong raised his binoculars and looked carefully. He noticed that the freighter was flying the Union Jack. However, the sailors and crew on board were all Chinese.

I wonder what kind of cargo it is carrying. But there are a lot of weapons markings.

It really is carrying ammunition.

Okay, let's get started!

Wave your hand.

Deploy!