Chapter 822: A country is needed for a family to thrive

Nothing to do for now.

Let's find a place to eat. Treat yourself.

Today's harvest was good. It's worth treating yourself. We'll also wait for Wang Jichang to come out.

Fifty-five safes, definitely something is wrong.

Under normal circumstances, how could one person possibly need so many safes? Is he going to divide them among 55 people?

And why is he carrying such a large rattan box? Could it be that it's full of silver notes?

On second thought, that's impossible.

If the rattan box really did contain valuable items, Wang Jichang would not have come without a gun. And he would not have come without bodyguards.

Something is definitely fishy here...

Eat.

Wait patiently.

Finally, Wang Jichang comes out.

Move now.

Cover your faces.

Several people pounced on Wang Jichang and held him down.

They opened the rattan box.

Sure enough, it was empty. There was nothing in it.

'Who are you?'

'What do you want?'

Wang Jichang cried anxiously.

But he didn't dare to get too angry. He didn't want to get killed.

The other person was wearing a hood. All he could see were two eyes. He couldn't see anything else.

Just by looking at the situation, he felt that this was no ordinary person.

'Get lost!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

It seems that there must be something fishy behind this matter.

Wang Jichang must have a use for renting so many safes. He's not crazy.

Never mind, just keep this in mind for now. We'll talk about it if we get a clue later.

After eating and drinking, continue working.

As usual, first make a phone call back to the Matel Hotel.

'Mr. Zhang, there's more news for you!' Aphrodite's voice came wafting over.

'Go ahead,' Zhang Yong was looking forward to it.

'There's a Miss Lin on the phone, please call her back...'

'I got it,'

Zhang Yong said, putting down the receiver.

After a moment, he picked it up again. He started to dial the number.

Miss Lin? Lin Xiaoyan?

Is she going to tell me about Kuroshima Ryuzo?

But it seems that Kuroshima Ryuzo has already been captured by me. In the next period of time, I'll have to keep Kuroshima Ryuzo active for a while.

'Dudu...'

'Hello...'

Someone answered the phone.

However, it wasn't Lin Xiaoyan's voice. It was a strange woman's.

To be sure, she had never heard that voice before. In other words, this was a newcomer. Someone with whom she had no connection.

Strange, who could it be? What did they want with her?

"You are...'

'You can call me Mrs Lin.'

'Mrs Lin?'

'Yes. I want to talk to you about the Big Thunderstorm Project.'

'Who the hell are you?'

'I know you have the plans for the bf109 fighter in your possession. I'll pay you to buy them all. What do you say?'

'Who the hell are you?'

'Why do we have to know who the other person is when we're doing business?'

'What if you're an undercover agent sent by someone else to set me up?'

'10,000.'

'What?'

'10,000 for each plan.'

'Dollars?'

'Pounds.'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong's eyes lit up.

10,000 pounds? Not 10,000 US dollars?

Wow!

What a temptation!

But he firmly refused.

Mainly because he felt that the price was too unreliable. It was too much.

Although, he, Zhang Yong, was indeed very greedy. But he didn't dare to take wealth that he wasn't sure about. It might get him killed.

These days, 10,000 pounds is almost equivalent to more than 40,000 US dollars.

It has to be said that this exchange rate is terrifying. The pound is extremely valuable. The US dollar is completely incomparable.

So, Bob's income really went from heaven to hell.

You have to have life to spend money.

It was very dangerous to rashly agree without knowing the other party's identity.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Yong said, 'Let's talk face to face.'

'I'm sorry,' Mrs. Lin responded, 'the rules of the intelligence trade make it impossible to meet.'

'Forget it then,' Zhang Yong hung up the phone.

He still had to think about it.

He had to take a look first.

It seemed that a rookie like him would be eaten up by international predators at any time.

But then again, were the technical drawings of the bf109 really that valuable? One drawing was worth £10,000? No way. It was definitely a gimmick.

Aircraft of this era were actually not that expensive. They were far less comparable to the jets of later generations.

The freaks produced by Lockheed in later generations were worth billions of dollars. Propeller fighters were generally worth tens of thousands of dollars.

A P-51 Mustang or something would cost about 40,000 US dollars.

Of course, German fighter planes might be a bit more expensive. But technology really isn't that valuable.

So Zhang Yong judged that the other party was probably trying to lure him into a trap by asking for a high price.

Or they might be using a high price to hang onto him and prevent him from trading with other people. In the end, he would miss the trading opportunity.

A moment later, Zhang Yong called back to the headquarters on Chicken and Goose Lane.

He wanted to see if Li Boqi had returned.

This Li Da Stationmaster feels like he is becoming more and more mysterious.

Report his name.

'Team Leader Zhang, Stationmaster Li is looking for you everywhere.'

'Has Stationmaster Li returned?'

'Just now.'

'Connect me. Thanks.'

'OK.'

The call was quickly connected.

Zhang Yong was secretly suspicious. Has Li Boqi finally returned?

What was he doing before?

Is this considered absenteeism?

Heh heh...

'Hello...'

Li Boqi's voice came through.

Sure enough, he had returned.

'Team leader, it's me.'

'If you have something to say, say it. I'm busy.'

'But you wanted to see me.'

'The Air Supply Department wants to see you. Call them back yourself.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong already knew what it was about.

It must be about the fifty Italian planes. The Air Supply Department wanted to decide on their own.

This matter needed to be dealt with quickly. If it was delayed, things might change.

But this is after all a deal worth half a million dollars! Madam can't be that rash.

So it is very necessary to clarify the matter with her personally.

Yang Li, who was mediating the conversation, might have missed something.

'Wait!'

Zhang Yong suddenly remembered something else.

However, Li Boqi had already hung up the phone. The main one is ruthless.

Zhang Yong: ...

This old guy!

He really hung up in seconds! It's like his butt is on fire.

Okay!

I'll find you later!

As long as you're still at the headquarters on Goose Lane, I'll annoy you every day!

I'll call you 800 times a day!

Wait...

Li Boqi went outside, not deliberately avoiding me, right?

Haha!

By the way, am I that annoying?

Laughs...

He turned to call the empty capital department.

Surface identity. Explain the purpose.

The phone was quickly transferred to Vice Minister Min.

'Shaolong, for this matter, we need a guarantee,' Vice Minister Min said slowly, 'we can't be hasty...'

'How about this, Minister Min, if the $500,000 is lost, I will be responsible for the compensation.' Zhang Yong was rarely generous, 'If the transaction is successful, you can give me a reward at your discretion. What do you think?'

He really wanted to facilitate this matter.

Although there were only 50 planes. That was still quite a formidable air force.

Next year, China and Japan would be in full-scale war, and if the planes could be shipped over now, Gao Yuanhang and the others would have a year to train.

In any case, they could cause the Japanese invaders greater losses.

Meanwhile, this batch of BA-65 Hawk fighters also have a good ground attack capability. They can help on the Songhu battlefield.

'What's your guarantee?'

'Song Ziyu has half a million dollars in her account.'

Zhang Yong didn't hide it either.

Sooner or later, Madam would find out about this.

In that case, it's better to inform her sooner rather than later. It's also a way to reassure Madam.

Very often, money gives you courage.

Even for big shots.

As long as you have money, you don't have to worry about making mistakes when making decisions.

Because even if they make a mistake, they still have the opportunity to make a comeback.

Therefore, the rich will always have more opportunities to try and make mistakes than the poor. The poor only have one chance. Once they choose the wrong option, it's a one-way ticket to hell.

'Good!'

Vice Minister Min didn't say anything else.

Since Zhang Yong had covered all the bases, the deal could be put on the agenda immediately.

He also knew that it had to be done quickly.

The planes had to be loaded onto a ship immediately. And then set sail.

What?

Load the planes on a ship?

Why not fly them here directly?

Well, they are usually loaded onto a ship. Then they are assembled in Huaxia.

Of course, if there is an adequate aircraft carrier, they can be transported directly. But there isn't.

Therefore, it takes time from transportation to reassembly.

These things have nothing to do with Zhang Yong.

He only needs to be responsible for underwriting.

'Sigh...'

'Strange, I clearly paid for it, but why do I feel a little excited?'

Zhang Yong hung up the phone.

It felt as if his blood was boiling.

Was it because of his own efforts that Huaxia had the opportunity to increase the number of fighter jets by 50?

Was it?

It should be...

It was also considered a contribution to the country.

Well, it felt pretty good.

After all, as the saying goes, there is a country, there is a home!

Continue to wander.

A white dot with a label entered the edge of the map.

Oh?

It was actually Tang Shengming?

Zhang Yong's mind moved. That's good. You can talk to Tang Shengming.

It is indeed feasible to run a bank. In the next ten years, there will indeed be a lot of money to be made...

So he led his team closer to Tang Shengming.

Suddenly, four white dots approached from the southwest. They had weapon symbols.

The map showed the outlines of cars. They had driven here. Moreover, the direction in which the cars were moving seemed to be at a right angle to Tang Shengming.

Could it be that they were coming for Tang Shengming?

After all, who on Shanghai Beach would try to do Tang Shengming harm?

It definitely wasn't Du Yuesheng or Huang Jinrong. They knew about Tang Shengming's background. So did Zhang Xiaolin.

There was no way they would dare to do anything to Tang Shengming. Otherwise, they would be finished themselves. No matter what angle you look at it from, Chiang must be 'furious' and order the two men to be wiped out. In the face of the Nationalist army, the two of them were like grasshoppers. They were on a completely different level.

He waved his hand.

He led his troops to deliberately cross the street in front of them.

If the assassins want to get close to Tang Shengming, they first have to pass in front of Zhang Yong.

He has prepared a bunch of Thompsons to wait for the other party.

Sure enough, the car rushes over menacingly.

Zhang Yong raises his binoculars. He carefully scrutinises the people in the car. He finds that they are all unfamiliar faces.

He has never seen them before.

He also has no idea where they came from.

It seems that a lot of strangers have recently come to Shanghai? Are they all fierce dragons crossing the river?

When they saw the car blocking the street, the assassins immediately changed direction and tried to escape through the side street. But their driving skills were average.

The driver was obviously not familiar with the roads in Shanghai. He turned too fast.

The car didn't overturn. But it hit the wall next to it and crashed into the shop. There was a loud crash and a mess.

The four people in the car were resilient. They didn't faint, but struggled to get up.

However, they soon realised that something was wrong.

They were surrounded by dark muzzles. It was silent. Breathtaking.

No one spoke.

Only the black hoods. And the cold eyes.

In the end, all four men silently raised their hands. Then the weapons were collected. The men were bound. And brought before Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong looked at their weapons. Seven revolvers. Three men were using double revolvers.

The quality of the pistols was average. They were probably made domestically. The common characteristic was that the sights had been worn down. The barrels were all bare.

'Who instructed you to do this?' Zhang Yong asked calmly.

'The Fifth Prince,' one of the assassins replied.

'What does the Fifth Prince do?'

'He's the Fifth Prince!'

'How much did he pay you?'

'We paid him. He didn't pay us.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong sensed that something was wrong.

He had hired assassins to assassinate Tang Shengming? And the assassins had to pay?

Oh, maybe he had made a mistake. They might not have been assassins at all. Maybe he had misunderstood. He had thought they were there to assassinate Tang Shengming.

But there were only four of them. And they were all using rifles. They were joking if they thought they could assassinate Tang Shengming!

Tang Shengming also had a bunch of bodyguards around him.

You say that using rifles and the like, shooting from a distance, is possible. But four people, seven shotguns, and trying to take out Tang Shengming is really child's play.

If it were that easy to assassinate someone, the third young master of the Tang family would have died hundreds of times already.

'So what are you going to do?'

'Rob.'

'Rob who?'

'Taiping Cloth Shop.'

'Oh.'

Zhang Yong was convinced that he had made a mistake.

These guys are really fierce dragons crossing the river, trying to make some money here.

Then a guy called Fifth Brother showed them a target, Taiping Cloth Shop. Then they came running to Taiping Cloth Shop.

It just so happened that Taiping Cloth Shop was nearby. In the same direction as Tang Shengming. So Zhang Yong misunderstood.

'Where are you from?'

'Guanzhong.'

'Where?'

'What do you want to know so much for?'

'You're from Guanzhong? That's far away! How did you get here?'

'We just walked. Sometimes we stole trains, sometimes we stole boats. We just kept walking and arrived.'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong studied the four of them carefully.

They didn't seem very smart, but they seemed to be in good physical shape.

The assassin, or rather, robber, who was responsible for answering seemed to be in good physical shape.

No...

They are probably not robbers.

Real robbers are not like this. They seem a bit simple.

It's more appropriate to think of them as something else.

What? Deserters.

After spending a long time in the barracks, they have become numb.

'Which army unit are you from?'

'What?'

'Which army unit are you from? Who is your commanding officer?'

'I... We have never been in the army...'

'You have a circle of marks on your forehead from wearing a military cap for a long time. Your armpits and the crook of your arms have thick calluses, caused by constantly handling guns...'

'We...'

The four men fell silent.

Zhang Yong knew that his intimidation had worked.

In fact, he wasn't sure if wearing a military cap for a long time would really leave an imprint on the forehead.

He had read about these methods of identification online. He didn't know if they were true or not. But now they seemed to have really fooled the people.

The four guys in front of him were really deserters. Most likely they were Shaanxi Army soldiers.

They don't speak with a Northeastern accent. They shouldn't be Northeastern soldiers. But they could be soldiers recruited locally by the Northeastern army.

'Now, I'll give you a choice.'

'What?'

'You are deserters. If you are sent to the garrison headquarters, you will be shot without a second thought.'

'We are not...'

'Do you want to go to the garrison headquarters?'

'We...'

The four men eventually fell silent.

This was tantamount to admitting their status as deserters.