I'm just holding my head to help you do things that would make you lose your head anytime, anywhere!

Therefore, Meng Shaoyuan had an extra fifty thousand silver dollars in his pocket.

This is a big deal.

Eight million silver dollars were obtained.

Others still owe their boss a favor.

Meng Shaoyuan was a little troubled.

It’s not okay for you to always act like a good person.

He is always so willing to help others and regards other people's matters as his own.

So great, isn't it?

Wei Bingkuan owed Meng Shaoyuan a huge favor.

Therefore, he promised to immediately make a detailed report to the summit on the severe situation currently occurring on the financial front in Shanghai, as well as Shanghai's different views.

This is exactly what Meng Shaoyuan and his financial colleagues in Shanghai urgently need to hear.

This brutal financial war cannot continue in this form.

Major banks in Shanghai have seen a wave of resignations.

This is true whether it is the four banks in Shanghai or banks controlled by the Japanese puppets.

Everyone is unmotivated to work.

Who wants to be fine when they go out in the morning, only to be kidnapped or assassinated at noon?

Who is not afraid of death?

However, without orders from above, the financial war cannot stop at all.

This is also the most helpless place for Meng Shaoyuan!

Han Yanyun's matter has been settled.

Under the watchful eyes of Wei Bingkuan and Gu Xichen, Han Yanyun, who was beaten all over with bruises, was executed.

She was shot three times in total and Han Yanyun died on the spot.

The biggest hidden danger has been eliminated.

Wei Bingkuan can breathe a sigh of relief for the time being.

What he didn't know was that on the morning of the next day, Han Yanyun, who was supposed to be dead, quietly left Shanghai.

He also carried a check for one million silver dollars with him.

"Never go back to Shanghai again, never."

Han Yanyun firmly remembered what Meng Shaoyuan said to him: "From now on, Han Yanyun is dead. There will no longer be Han Yanyun in this world."

Han Yanyun is dead, and the Han Yanyun of the past no longer has anything to do with her.

The only thing she cared about was He Chuannie, who never cared about her in the past and never left her!

But no one knows whether He Chuannie, who fell into the hands of the Japanese, can come back alive.

…

Ten years later, Hong Kong.

Meng Xiaoyun, the general manager of "Mengji International Trading Company", has sorted out the documents and is ready to get off work.

"General Manager, someone is looking for you outside."

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No, he said he is your old friend."

"Old friend?"

Meng Xiaoyun was startled for a moment: "Invite him in."

When the man walked into the office, the documents in Meng Xiaoyun's hand fell to the ground.

But she didn't care at all, she stood up slowly.

A tear flowed from her eyes.

She walked to him with heavy steps and closed the office door.

Then, she threw herself into the man's arms, and tears burst out uncontrollably:

"Chuan Nie, I, I thought you were dead!"

"I didn't die, I survived."

The man was also crying there: "I know you are in Hong Kong. I have been looking for you for a long time. If they hadn't told me that you had changed your name..."

"My surname is Meng now."

Meng Xiaoyun raised her head, her face was still stained with tears, but she could not hide her happy smile:

"My surname is Meng, because I have to remember my benefactor, who is also surnamed Meng!"

"Yes, our benefactor, his surname is Meng."

"We will never be separated again!"

May all lovers in the world get married eventually!

…

1941, Shanghai.

Xiahou Dun stood upright in front of Meng Shaoyuan.

"You completed your mission well last time." Meng Shaoyuan said calmly: "Now, I will assign you a new mission."

"Yes, sir!"

"I will give you a team, an armed action team, which you will personally command!"

"Understood, sir!"

He came out of the Taihu training base.

Meng Shaoyuan has always valued the talents trained by his teachers.

These are the best of the best.

"Sir." Xiahou Dun suddenly asked, "Do I have a chance to follow Xu Zhu in carrying out the operation?"

"Oh, Xu Zhu?" Meng Shaoyuan glanced at him: "Do you admire Xu Zhu?"

"Yes, sir!" Xiahou Dun said without hesitation: "Xu Zhu is a role model in the department."

"Is this a role model?"

Meng Shaoyuan murmured: "Xu Zhu, yes, Xu Zhu!"

…

Xu Zhu was ill, and very ill.

According to the doctor, he was stabbed in the internal organs during a duel with Wu Sibao. Although he recovered at that time, the hidden dangers remained.

In addition, he was too tired, old injuries had recurred, and serious problems had arisen in his internal organs.

In summary, what the doctor means is:

Xu Zhu’s time is running out!

Many of his colleagues went to the hospital to visit him.

That Xu Zhu lying on the hospital bed.

What they couldn't believe was that Xu Zhu, who always seemed to have endless energy before, now looked pale, breathless, and looked like he was dying.

Xu Zhuyue also knew that he didn't have much time left, so he tried his best to explain to his cronies the future emergency response plan of the Operations Department.

Everyone is crying.

How could a good man become like this?

Xu Zhu didn't last a few days.

That's what happened in the early hours of the morning:

Xu Zhu is gone!

This hero who shocked Shanghai is gone!

Many agents from the Shanghai District of the Military Command Bureau attended Xu Zhu's funeral.

It was a sad day in Shanghai.

His wife Xue Ru burst into tears.
To be continued...