Zhang Yong casually picked up the microphone and said nothing.
As a result, the person over there didn't say anything. Then he hung up the phone.
Rats!
Since the call came, why didn't you speak?
I, Zhang Yong, dare to operate on Zhang Xiaolin in Shanghai. Are you not as good as me?
Aren’t all of them usually quite powerful?
What? I, Zhang Yong, just made a move and I am already afraid of you?
Actually it's not necessary.
I, Zhang Yong, also have weaknesses.
The most fatal weakness is greed for money and lust.
You need to prescribe the right medicine...
"Ring ring ring..."
"Ring ring ring..."
The phone suddenly rang again.
Zhang Yong sat down, tilted his head back, and put his legs on the table.
Then he lazily picked up the phone.
"Are you the Commissioner? I'm Li Baipu! Do you still remember me?"
"Oh, Master Li, remember. Is there something wrong?"
"Well, as the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, our boss Huang has prepared something for the Commissioner..."
"I'm interested. Come here!"
"Okay. I'll be there soon. I'll be there soon."
"Wait for you."
Zhang Yong hung up the phone.
I tilted my head and thought about it. Mid-Autumn Festival? Is it coming soon?
Sure enough, Master is good at talking. It’s not yet the Chinese Valentine’s Day or the Ghost Festival!
That won't work.
You can’t just give Mid-Autumn Festival gifts!
I want it for Chinese Valentine's Day too.
I want it for the Hungry Ghost Festival too.
I am not afraid of ghosts or anything like that. I will also accept gifts during the Ghost Festival.
"Ring ring ring..."
"Ring ring ring..."
Suddenly, the phone rang again.
Zhang Yong casually picked up the microphone and looked to see who it was.
As it turned out, it was Ma Meisong's voice. No, it was Ma Meisong, Du Yuesheng's master.
He used to be Huang Huangrong's master. Now he is Du Yuesheng's.
It seems that they have a good understanding!
Anyway, I came to Shanghai not for them.
The person he wants to kill is a traitor, but they are not. There is no need to embarrass each other this time.
"Mr. Commissioner..."
"Come here. I've been waiting for your gift for a long time."
"The Commissioner's words are really like a breath of fresh air."
"Tell Boss Du that as long as he doesn't do anything for the Japanese, I won't embarrass him."
"I understand. I understand. We have no contact with the Japanese."
"That's good. Come here!"
"He'll be there soon. He'll be there soon."
"good."
Zhang Yong hung up the phone.
My mood started to feel better.
It seems that I will receive two more generous gifts.
Sure enough, people need to be thick-skinned, dark-hearted, and thick-faced in order to seek personal gain.
This will be even more true when doing business with foreigners in the future.
Foreigners also have dark hearts. Bob is a typical example.
He asked for 20% of the profit as soon as he opened his mouth. He was joking, but he pretended to be sanctimonious.
He is clearly a robber, but he acts like a civilized person.
So does MacFarlane.
When you need yourself, speak sweetly.
Just disappear when you are no longer needed.
Now, what China needs most is international assistance. As a result, MacFarlane disappeared.
Even Catherine distanced herself from the relationship and said she could only provide some help privately. It was impossible for the Chamberlain government to provide assistance.
Even secret assistance is not enough. It is tantamount to deliberately giving China to the Japanese invaders.
They are all a bunch of jackals! They have very dark hearts.
"Crack!"
There was a gunshot from below.
Zhang Yong was indifferent.
Someone must have tried to be tough. Then...
The map showed two blue dots sandwiching a white dot. We soon arrived outside.
"Commissioner."
"Bring it in!"
"yes."
Two bald heads escorted a man in a suit in.
The man in the suit is still a little irritable. Maybe he drank too much. Or maybe he feels that he has someone to rely on.
"Who is your backstage?" Zhang Yong asked directly.
"I, I, my godfather is Han Fuju..." the other party replied with wide eyes.
"Han Fuju?" Zhang Yong tilted his head and looked at him.
This name is so familiar.
The current boss of Shandong Province.
But they will be shot next year because they were defeated and collapsed without a fight.
I thought it was who it was, but it turned out to be Han Fuju.
Okay, give him face.
"Drag him out and beat him hard."
"yes."
Pull the man in the suit out immediately.
In the corridor outside, he was beaten so violently that he vomited blood on the spot.
"Pull back."
"yes."
"If he makes trouble again, he will be beaten again. Use the soldering iron and other things on him."
"yes."
The man in the suit was dragged away.
He finally gave up and realized that he had met an evil person.
Not only would he be beaten, but he would also be branded with a hot iron.
Even if he is a fool, he still knows what a soldering iron is. That is not something he can afford.
When the man in the suit was dragged back dying, everyone in the hall finally realized that Zhang Yong was not joking. No one could leave without a ransom.
Regret...
They came to attend some kind party.
Now it's better, the Japanese didn't try to curry favor, but they may have risked their own lives.
There is no food to eat.
There is no water to drink.
Not allowed to sleep.
How can one of them bear it?
There was no other way but to hurriedly call people everywhere to raise money.
As a result, all the prominent people in Shanghai, who had some status, quickly learned that Zhang Yong had killed both Zhang Xiaolin and Wang Chaoshun.
Be the first to win.
As soon as I arrived in Shanghai, I killed a Green Gang boss. I also killed the police chief.
No matter whether it is the underworld or the white way, Zhang Yong is not afraid of him. He just goes to work.
Now, so many people have been arrested, and they are extorting without any concealment. It is simply lawless. But, who dares to come forward?
This Commissioner Zhang is not a good person. Someone behind his back already calls him Zhang Shatou.
Wherever he passed, not a blade of grass grew, but heads were rolling in.
Over there, Ma Meisong arrived first.
"Master Ma, you're welcome. You're welcome."
Zhang Yong has a lovely smile.
Looking at the gift list from Ma Meisong, I felt very happy.
Boss Du is still rich!
He is worthy of being the top leader of the Youth Gang. He is very powerful.
The price was 50,000 US dollars and 300,000 oceans. Zhang Yong was very satisfied.
"It should, it should..."
"Master Ma, I need to explain something. This gift is not received by me. I receive it on behalf of the Central Bank. All funds will enter the Central Bank's account."
"I understand, I understand..."
Masson Song responded with a smile. He said in his heart, if I believed you, my surname would not be Ma.
You, Zhang Yong, are so greedy that you are willing to take out the money that fell into your own pocket? Nonsense! Instead of believing in you, I might as well believe in Qin Shihuang!
Of course, I dare not have any doubts on the surface. I still have to smile.
"I'll give you a receipt."
"Um?"
Masson pine is suspicious.
No. Do you still issue receipts?
What is this?
"I said the money will go into the central bank's account."
"I understand, I understand..."
Ma Wensong murmured in his heart. He thought, when did Zhang Yong become so generous?
Are you willing to take out the money that falls into your own pocket?
Something is wrong.
There is something fishy.
In fact, Zhang Yong was not willing to give up either.
The problem is, eating alone can kill you.
He knew very well that he had amassed so much money in one fell swoop that he had to deposit more than 75% of it into a central bank account.
The central bank, to put it bluntly, is now my wife’s purse. Chiang Kai-shek also has a share.
Depositing money into the central bank is equivalent to paying tribute.
Pay 75% as tribute and keep 25% for yourself, so you can sit back and relax.
If you intercept it all yourself and don't pay tribute, you will be in trouble in the future. You will be put in the shoes of others.
Of course Zhang Yong would not make such a low-level mistake.
What is such a small amount of money now? A small profit.
The international market will be the real big player in the future.
After the money enters the central bank's account, it is invested in the international market and profits are made. Then it is justifiable to distribute some to yourself.
Money rolls around.
Money begets money.
He can also gain the unlimited trust of Chiang Kai-shek and his wife.
Otherwise, I really think that the couple appreciates their talents! It’s just that I can benefit them.
The world is awake.
Write a receipt.
Signed and sealed. Seriously.
There is also carbon paper placed under the receipt. It is made in triplicate and carefully stitched together.
"This is for Boss Du."
"This is archived by the central bank."
"This is for Madam."
Zhang Yong explained everything one by one.
Hearing the word "ma'am", Massonson immediately understood.
No wonder Zhang Yong dares to be lawless in Shanghai. It is not Zhang Yong who dares to take action!
He, Zhang Yong, is at best a thug and a villain.
The real mastermind lies behind.
It's terrible, it's life-threatening.
"Sir Commissioner, the Golden Chicken Nashuang that Boss Du mentioned last time will be arriving soon..."
"Hey, if you didn't tell me, I almost forgot. Thank you, Boss Du. You are really thoughtful."
"When the goods arrive, I will notify the Commissioner immediately."
"well!"
Zhang Yong's face was full of smiles. He almost burst out laughing.
Sure enough, the effect of a fox pretending to be a tiger's power is good.
He had just mentioned his wife, and Masson Song knew it immediately.
The cinchona cream mentioned last time has not been mentioned yet. Boss Du also pretended to have forgotten it. Haha.
Now, as soon as Zhang Xiaolin died, Boss Du immediately remembered it.
This time, I probably won’t dare to forget it.
Otherwise, haha...
Suddenly I remembered something.
"There is a man named Li Yuanqing in the concession patrol room..."
"I know."
"I heard that he disappeared. What happened?"
"actually……"
"explain."
"Commissioner, someone saw him going to the Northeast with a group of people."
"northeast?"
"Yes."
"Yeah?"
Zhang Yong was secretly suspicious.
Li Yuanqing actually went to Northeast China?
What to do in Northeast China?
Thinking of his identity, is he going there to perform a mission?
In other words, if he was an undercover red party member and went to the three northeastern provinces to perform a mission, it would really be a narrow escape from death!
really……
Sometimes, farewell happens inadvertently...
well……
"Help me continue to pay attention to the news about Li Yuanqing."
"OK."
Masson Pine agreed.
Zhang Yong stood up and sent Masson Pine away.
Here, the masson pine has just left with its front legs, and the plum blossoms have arrived with its back legs.
"Commissioner..."
"Bring it here!"
Zhang Yong shows no hypocrisy at all.
You know it. Stop pretending.
Li Baipu's gift list is also US$50,000 and Ocean 300,000.
Sure enough, it was all agreed upon.
No one has more and no one has less.
"Mr. Commissioner..."
"I want to ask you something. Concession patrol officer Li Yuanqing..."
"Arrested."
"What?"
Zhang Yong was stunned.
Arrested?
Arrested by whom?
Party Affairs Investigation Department?
After the Northwest Incident, the Party Investigation Office no longer arrests red party members!
how……
"Commissioner, I can confirm that it was done by the Japanese."
"Yeah?"
"They must be Japanese. I recognize one of them. He is not a local. He must have come from Manchuria."
"Manchuria?"
Zhang Yong immediately thought of the Qinglong Club.
Then I thought of Wang Jichang’s words.
It is said that Hideki Tojo sent many spies from the Blue Dragon Society to Shanghai to look for the Anti-Japanese Alliance.
Maybe Li Yuanqing got involved with the Anti-League people, or was exposed in other ways. Then he was targeted by the Qinglong Society and was arrested.
Masson Pine said that Li Yuanqing and a group of people went to the Northeast.
That group of people are probably the spies of the Blue Dragon Society. It seems that things are a bit troublesome.
Unexpectedly, the Japanese invaders of the Qinglong Society did not capture the Anti-League, but instead captured Li Yuanqing.
No wonder Bob doesn't know anything.
The spies of the Blue Dragon Society must be very secretive in their work.
That's why people like Huang Huangrong knew it because they had a deep foundation in the concession.
"Yes. Manchuria."
"Thanks."
Zhang Yong took his thoughts back.
There's no point in being anxious. It's a done deal.
It would be best if Li Yuanqing did not die. If he died, he could only seek revenge.
"I'll give you a receipt."
"Need not."
"This was collected by the central bank on behalf of me. It did not fall into my personal pocket."
"ah?"
Li Baipu was stunned.
Same reaction as Ma Meisong.
I thought, when did you, Zhang Yong, change your gender?
Take the money and it doesn’t go into your own pocket?
No, what you do makes us feel very insecure!
We give this gift to you personally!
If you don’t accept it, then that’s not the case...
"Don't worry. I'm not targeting you. As long as you don't become a traitor, I guarantee you'll be fine."
"No. No. We absolutely won't."
"That's good."
Zhang Yong wrote the receipt.
Signed, stamped, and looked serious.
This made Li Baipu feel uneasy. He was thinking about whether to give another generous gift.
But, it’s really a bit debilitating!
A generous gift is fifty thousand dollars, three hundred thousand oceans.
If I have another portion, it will really hurt...
"Ring ring ring..."
"Ring ring ring..."
The phone rang suddenly.
Zhang Yong then waved his hand, indicating that Li Baipu could leave.
Li Baipu then left quietly.
I hope Zhang Yong is telling the truth. Otherwise, Boss Huang is still worried...
In Shanghai tonight, all the big guys are feeling uneasy.
I don’t know when Zhang Yong’s butcher knife will be raised again, and I don’t know who he will chop down again...
Afraid!
Zhang Yong picked up the microphone.
A stiff voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Zhang Yong!"
"Who are you?"
"I am Kage Sasaki!"
"Oh, it turns out to be you! Why did you run away just now?"
"Baga!"
Yingzuo Zhenzhao was immediately furious.
I thought to myself, if I don’t run away, will I be beaten to death by you?
You even killed Wang Chaoshun. Why don't I run away?
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Release all my people immediately."
"Okay! Give me money in exchange! Half price tonight! Fifty thousand each!"
"Baga! Impossible!"
"Then let me remind you that after dawn, the original price will be restored!"
"Go to hell!"
"When you encounter a problem, you must face it bravely. Either solve the problem or solve the person who raised the problem. Right?"
"you!"
"So, you can either use money to ransom me or kill me. It's your choice."
"I will definitely kill you!"
"That's right. I'm always here for you. But are you able to make it in time?"
"What do you mean?"
"Right now, there are twelve Japanese people I have detained. Maybe some of them are not your subordinates but other people's subordinates. However, I will bear them all on your head. If you redeem them tonight, it only costs six
One hundred thousand oceans. If it is delayed until dawn, it will be 1.2 million."
"Don't even think about it!"
"Then please do as you please. Anyway, I've made it clear to you."
Snap!
Hang up the phone.
"Baga!"
On the other end of the phone, Yingzuo Zhenzhao's nose was so angry that he was crooked.
Angry and anxious.
Incompetent and furious.
But that bastard Zhang Yong is telling the truth!
Or, it's to use money to ransom people.
Or, kill Zhang Yong!
The first one is not happy.
The second one is difficult.
If Zhang Yong was so easy to kill, he would have died long ago. How could he have jumped up to this point?
hateful!
Why is this guy so difficult to deal with?
Why can't anyone kill Zhang Yong?
Resentment...
Suddenly his vision went dark and he fainted.
Angry and heart-wrenching.
The brain shuts down.
Here, Zhang Yong was in a happy mood.
I can't wait to take up the post at the Central Bank and then start to enter the international market.
It's a pity that it's night now. It's still the middle of the night.
Going to take over the central bank in the middle of the night would make you look like a thief. It's definitely not okay.
After thinking for a while, I picked up the phone.