Chapter 815: I'm sick

48 Mas Road South.

Named in honour of the French composer Massenet.

Transliteration. Translated over and over again, and errors appear. It is the same nature as the Maadier Hotel.

There are not many Annan constables here. Instead, there are cafes everywhere.

After a round, I didn't see Starbucks.

Oh, it seems that Starbucks has not yet been invented...

Found number 48. Found it to be a very exquisite apartment. Occupied.

The map shows three white dots inside. But there is no weapon sign.

Approach quietly.

Found the door to the apartment open. There are shadows inside.

Looks like three women?

A young woman dressed very elaborately. The other two look like servants?

That's easy.

This woman is probably closely related to Huang Jinrong.

Huang Jinrong is actually very well-connected. He was previously the Chinese Chief Inspector of the concession. He was very powerful in the concession.

Even now, he is still intricately connected to the concession's Public Works Department and the Public Management Council. Therefore, his status is even more 'official' than Du Yuesheng's.

After all, he has worn the official white skin of the official. Du Yuesheng, on the other hand, has not held any official positions.

If it were anyone else, they would definitely not provoke someone like this lightly.

But Zhang Yong didn't care.

He didn't care who he annoyed.

The Japanese invaders were so ruthless, and he had still managed to get himself killed.

Stop the car.

Get out.

Take the people straight into the apartment.

A maid came forward to intercept them, obviously confident in her position, 'Who are you? What do you want?'

Zhang Yong took out his ID. It was from the secret service of the Fuxing Society.

This was a big responsibility. The head of the department had to bear the blame.

If you want to please the boss's wife, you have to help bear the blame.

'We are here on official business,' Zhang Yong said bluntly. "You can call someone. But don't get in the way of us doing our job.'

'You..." The maid was smart enough to realise that the other party was not here to be nice.

You are allowed to make the call. You are allowed to call someone.

This shows that the other party is not afraid of the people behind you. This is the most troublesome thing.

'Please come in!'

At this time, a young woman came out.

She was very beautiful. Her attire was also exquisite and elegant. She had quite the temperament of a movie star.

Zhang Yong nodded at her. It was a greeting. This woman looked a bit like Tian Yuman.

It was a bit of a pity. She was actually the woman of Huang Jinrong.

But when you think about it, it's understandable. Beautiful women are a rare commodity. The capable occupy the positions.

It is the capable who occupy the positions. It is not the virtuous who occupy the positions.

'Excuse me,'

Zhang Yong said insincerely.

He waved his hands. He led a few people in.

What he needed to do was find the foreign soil.

The problem was that the foreign soil was not shown on the map. He needed to find it himself.

'Can I make a phone call?'

'Yes,'

Zhang Yong nodded.

He didn't care. He continued to search.

He believed that it was impossible for all the foreign soil to be hidden.

Sure enough, soon in the back room, he found bundles and bundles of foreign soil. Each bundle weighed about 50 catties. There were more than 100 bundles. A few thousand catties.

It's not a lot if you say it's a lot, and it's not a little if you say it's a little. But for 50,000 US dollars, it's not a problem.

Now, it depends on who Huang Jinrong will send to communicate.

The young woman has already made the call. I believe they will immediately gather all the information they can about themselves.

However, there is no rush.

They need to be given some time to respond appropriately.

Including reporting back to Huang Jinrong.

Then Huang Jinrong will personally call to find out more about them. Inquire about the situation outside, etc.

All this takes time.

So he needs to be patient.

Fortunately, the wait is not long. Just half an hour or so.

'Ring, ring...'

'Ring, ring...'

The phone rings.

The young woman goes to answer it. Then she takes the receiver. She speaks politely to Zhang Yong.

'Team Leader Zhang, please answer the phone.'

'Thank you,'

Zhang Yong nods. He comes over to answer the phone.

Courtesy first, then force!

Everyone understands.

The young woman personally brews tea. Sure enough, everyone is very restrained.

Before figuring out the bottom line of Zhang Yong, Huang Jinrong also does not want to turn his face. Fifty thousand US dollars is not much. He has no need to fight to the death.

Pick up the phone.

'Hello...'

'Team Leader Zhang...'

'It's me.'

Zhang Yong calmly replies.

On the other end of the phone is the voice of Li Bopu.

Zhang Yong's ability to distinguish human voices is still very strong.

Maybe there is a hidden bonus in the system?

'Team Leader Zhang, what is this about?'

'I need 50,000 US dollars. Urgently.'

'Team Leader Zhang, that's a lot of money...'

'That's why I'm holding back your share.'

'Team Leader Zhang, let's be honest. We find your behaviour unacceptable.'

'I know. But I've already done it.'

'In that case...'

Li Bop pauses.

Then there is silence.

A long silence.

But he didn't hang up the phone.

The young woman brought Zhang Yong some fragrant tea. Zhang Yong smiled and took it.

Then she sat quietly on the sofa in the living room. She didn't hide. But she didn't go near Zhang Yong either.

After a long time...

Finally...

Li Bopu on the other end of the phone spoke...

'Team Leader Zhang, if we give you 50,000 US dollars, will you return Yang Tu to its rightful owner and promise not to pursue this matter anymore?'

'Okay.'

'When do you want it?'

'Right now. I'm in a hurry. I'll have to ask Boss Du for another 50,000 US dollars later.'

'Boss Du?'

'Yes. I'll go to 25 Fokaisen Road.'

'It seems that Team Leader Zhang has come prepared.'

'Yes,'

Zhang Yong admitted frankly.

The 100,000 US dollars was not for his own needs.

It was a deposit for 50 BA-65 fighter jets. It was a way of buying military equipment for the country.

Therefore, he did not feel the slightest bit of guilt.

It was like asking the two bosses to make a donation.

'Okay. Fifty thousand dollars in cash. I'll deliver it personally right now. And please keep your promise, Team Leader Zhang.'

'Of course.'

'We'll meet in twenty minutes.'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong hung up the phone.

He picked up the tea and took a sip. Huh? It doesn't taste bad?

Oh, it's not the so-called precious tea of Chen Qingquan. It seems to have a fruity flavour? And a milky taste? Could it be that this is the original milk tea?

Well, this is not bad. In his previous life, he drank a lot of milk tea. It caused all kinds of problems.

Countless people taught him to give up milk tea. But he never did. I never thought that after travelling back in time, I could still drink it.

That's good. I'll let those female Japanese spies learn from it. They're the best at the tea ceremony! After the war is won, they'll all be mine...

'This tea is delicious. How do you make it? Can you tell me?'

'Of course,'

said the young woman, and gave a brief introduction.

Zhang Yong listened attentively. He found that although the theory was simple, there were many details. She was clever.

Unfortunately, in these troubled times, beautiful women have a short life expectancy...

He suddenly thought of Su Yuxi. She was really pretty! Excessively pretty.

However, the city where she was was Tianjin. It would soon fall. By then, she...

He shook his head. He didn't want to think about it. It was useless to think about it.

Don't do anything beyond your capabilities. This was his motto.

Otherwise, it would only cause himself pain.

Soon after, the outline of a car appeared at the edge of the map. There were three people in the car.

All had weapon symbols. It should be Li Bopu coming.

Good. Fifty thousand dollars is about to be ours. But we must still be careful. Safety first.

After all, the other party is Golden Rong. It's not that simple.

'Ding-a-ling...'

'Ding-a-ling...'

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Zhang Yong picked up the receiver. He heard Ma Meisong's voice.

'Team Leader Zhang...'

'Advisor Ma is very well informed!'

'I dare not, I dare not. I heard that Team Leader Zhang is a bit short of cash and needs fifty thousand dollars...'

'Yes. I was just about to ask you for it.'

'Team Leader Zhang, here's the thing. I've spoken to our boss Du. There isn't that much cinchona bark in Nanyang. He's afraid he won't be able to meet your demand. As an apology, we'll give you $50,000. What do you think?'

'Cinchona bark for $50,000?'

'And please, Team Leader Zhang, spare a thought for us...'

'No.'

'Why?'

'Because the cinchona bark is for my personal use. But the $50,000 isn't.'

'How about... 60,000?'

'70,000.'

'Since you're the leader of the team, I'll get it ready immediately.'

'Okay. You can bring it to 48 Masnan Road together. Li Bop's car has just arrived at the door.'

'Okay. I'll be there soon.'

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong hung up the phone.

He nodded thoughtfully. He glanced out the door.

Outside, Li Bop was just getting out of the car. He was carrying a silver-white suitcase. It should contain US dollars.

What he was thinking about was whether Du Yuesheng and Huang Jinrong had shared the information?

What happened here was quickly known there.

And both sides reacted quickly. They both temporarily agreed to pay.

Afterwards, Zhang Yong had no idea what kind of measures they would take. He didn't bother to care. At worst, they would fight to the death.

Fifty thousand dollars each was not enough to get to that point.

The Songhu Garrison Command was not made of fools. Old Chiang was the real boss.

He had already told them. The 50,000 US dollars were not for his personal use. So they could just take their time and guess.

Soon, Li Bopu came in the door.

Carrying a suitcase. No weapons. Of course he didn't dare to bring weapons.

'Team Leader Zhang.'

'Mr Li.'

Zhang Yong sat in a dignified manner.

He didn't bother to stand up.

There was no need.

He had extorted money from others, and if he acted like a hypocrite now, he would feel sick himself.

Li Baimu placed the suitcase on the table. He opened it.

It was full of US dollars.

Zhang Yong picked up a stack of bills at random. He looked at them.

Of course there would be no problem.

Since he had already given it all away, there was no way he could do anything with it. There was no need.

'Thank you!'

'Team Leader Zhang makes a lot of money every day, which is truly a cause for celebration.'

'Thank you for your kind words.'

Zhang Yong nodded. He didn't explain either.

I believe what happened next was clearly explained to Du Yuesheng and Huang Jinrong.

He met with the Italian. Paid the deposit to the Italian. And prepared to buy the Italian's plane. In the end, the Nationalist Air Force took over the plane. Blah, blah, blah...

Zhang Yong didn't say anything. Neither did the others. They should figure out what to do.

He closed the suitcase. Then he brought it over.

There was silence.

They waited for Mawei Song to arrive.

Li Baipu didn't show any signs of leaving.

Zhang Yong did not expel him either.

There was nothing to be ashamed of. He was acting openly and honestly.

'Team Leader Zhang...'

'Just get to the point.'

'I'm curious. If you don't have the 50,000 US dollars, Team Leader Zhang, what are you going to do with the cement? Who are you going to sell it to?'

'I'm not going to sell it. I'm going to burn it.'

'Why?'

'Because I can't find a buyer.'

'If you burn the cement, you won't get the 50,000 US dollars, will you?'

'Your boss, Mr Huang, has other properties.'

'What are you saying?'

'I'm not good at construction. I'm good at destruction. If you don't give me 50,000 US dollars, the loss will definitely be more than 50,000 US dollars.'

'Team Leader Zhang, why are you doing this?'

'I like it,'

Zhang Yong replied lightly.

Yes. I just like it. I just like to cause destruction. I just like to do bad things.

No.

This time I'm not doing anything bad.

This time it's definitely for the country, for the nation, for the people...

So...

'Team Leader Zhang, have you ever been afraid?'

'I'm scared now.'

'If you're scared, why are you doing this?'

'I'm sick.'

'Hm...'

Li Bofu finally shut up.

He agreed with what the other person had said. The other person really was sick.

Moreover, very sick. The kind of sick that was incurable.

The problem was that the sicker this guy got, the more difficult it would be for them.

It was Zhang Yong who was sick, but the others who would suffer!

Alas, this bastard...

He wanted to shoot him. Unfortunately, he couldn't.

Even the Japanese couldn't do it, so they shouldn't risk it for the time being.

After all, 50,000 US dollars is not a lot of money. It's a fight to the death. It's really not worth it.

Silence...

Finally, Ma Meisong also arrived.

He also only brought two bodyguards. He didn't bring a gun with him.

The US dollars were also in a suitcase. Exactly the same as Li Baishu's.

'Please take a look.'

'Okay.'

Ma Meisong opened the suitcase.

Inside were also neatly arranged US dollars. All were in denominations of $5 and $10.

At this point in time, the purchasing power of the US dollar was too strong. Therefore, the denominations were not large. The largest denomination was only $20. However, it was rarely used in circulation.

In daily life, in the United States, most of the money used was cents. Or $1 and $2.

Okay, $100,000 received. The deposit is there. Easy to handle.

'Team Leader Zhang...'

'Just get to the point.'

'I heard that Team Leader Zhang has been investigating the conspiracy to shell the Presidential Palace...'

'That's right.'

'Our boss Du has instructed us that the Green Gang is willing to cooperate fully.'

'Really?'

'Of course. As long as Team Leader Zhang gives the order, the Green Gang is willing to go through fire and water.'

'Really?'

'Of course. A gentleman's word is his bond. Once it's said, it can't be unsaid.'

'Good. I'll remember that.'

Zhang Yong deliberately rolled his eyes.

Ma Meisong's heart fell into peace.

Inside, he cursed Zhang Yong's ancestors. This son of a bitch, he can't be thinking of coveting the Green Gang, can he?

Little did he know that Zhang Yong did have such thoughts.

Working in Shanghai, the Green Gang is definitely a huge group that cannot be avoided.

Especially for someone in his line of work, walking on the edge of darkness and mingling with all kinds of people, relations with the Green Gang are extremely important.

If you can use the Green Gang, then the whole of Shanghai will be your informants.

On the other hand, if you fall out with the Green Gang, then there could be assassins everywhere in Shanghai.

Trying to replace Du Yuesheng or Huang Jinrong? Or Zhang Xiaolin?

Of course not.

He's just a nobody...

Besides, he is an official.

Hmph, he is officially on the Air Force's side.

No matter how attractive an unofficial position is, it can never compare to an official one! The end of the universe is an official position...

I digressed.

Let's hurry up and pay the deposit!

We'll worry about the future later.

'Goodbye.'

Zhang Yong hurriedly took two suitcases and left the house.

He got into the car.

It drove away.

It went straight to Italy Street.

Behind him...

'He...' Li Baiyu was about to speak, but stopped.

'He was the one who intervened,' Ma Xiaosong sneered.

Then...

Silence...

They all believed in their own judgment.

This matter was definitely not something that Zhang Yong could handle on his own. He had someone behind him.

However, when they thought about the person behind Zhang Yong...

Of course it wasn't Dai Li. It was someone else.

It was her...

Therefore...

It's going to be difficult!