It’s the Chinese New Year, and I’m still so busy with work.
Whoever wants to do it will do it!
The only task now is to make money!
Make money!
Make money!
Make money for the New Year!
Give out red envelopes and benefits during the Chinese New Year!
Everyone should have one!
Dayang must give it. What other flour, rice, peanut oil...
All want money!
Where does the money come from?
Become a spy!
Squeeze it out of the spy!
Ah ah ah, go and become a spy right away! Try to squeeze out hundreds of thousands of dollars and have a good year.
Now, one Jiang Guohu has been captured, and a few more need to be captured!
One Jiang Guohu is not enough. If this guy would rather die than surrender and refuse to confess, then it will be over. He will have no money to spend the New Year.
"Eight Peaks!"
"coming!"
"The Chinese New Year is coming soon, will you go back to Jinling?"
"No reply!"
"Don't want to go home?"
"What's there to think about? I don't want to spend the New Year at home. There are too many elderly people at home, and I am a junior. It takes me several days just to kowtow. I also have to be reprimanded every day. A few words for this, a few words for that. It's depressing.
I want to die. I don’t want to go back. Do you want to go back?”
"No. I'm just asking. If you don't want to go back, we will celebrate the New Year in Hangzhou."
"Okay. I can't wait to do it!"
"Your men..."
"As long as you pay the holiday fee, it doesn't matter whether you get it back or not."
"Okay. I'll figure out a way to spend the holiday money."
"I'm just waiting for your words. Then it's all up to you."
Gu Bafeng smiled happily.
Zhang Yong's ability to make money can be summed up in four words: unprecedented.
As long as Zhang Yong agrees to spend money on the festival, everyone will be extremely rich during the Chinese New Year this year. Each person will start at least 50 yuan.
As long as you have money, where can you celebrate the New Year?
In Jinling, I was restricted by others and couldn't let go. I didn't dare to play as much as I wanted.
With Hangzhou, the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, and all the big guys are gone. They are the local emperors. They can do whatever they want. Even if they fly to the sky, no one will care.
"Okay." Zhang Yong was not modest either.
He is still very capable of making money from spies.
Counting all the people celebrating the New Year in Hangzhou, that's two to three hundred people.
Calculated based on 500 people, each person has one ocean, which is 50 oceans. Adding them all up, that is 25,000 oceans.
Little things.
Just catch a few spies.
Now, Jiang Guohu has been arrested. And Ding Furong. Who else?
"Captain Zhang!"
"Director Gu!"
Kong Younian suddenly shouted meaningfully.
Zhang Yong looked back at him but said nothing.
Don't bother.
We are discussing the holiday expenses.
If you, the Kong family, have nothing to do, don't bother them for the time being. All big things will have to wait until after the New Year.
But soon his eyes brightened again.
But Kong Younian quietly took out two envelopes. One was thick and the other was thin.
"Thank you for your hard work, both of you."
"This is petty and disrespectful."
"Please accept it, both of you."
Kong Younian handed the thick envelope to Zhang Yong and the thin envelope to Gu Bafeng.
Zhang Yong is also welcome. This is what he deserves.
Kong Fansong said before that it would definitely be of some benefit. How could Zhang Yong not accept it?
Accepting the money from the Kong family is equivalent to a fair transaction. From now on, we will not owe each other anything. Use the money to do things. If you don’t delay, you will not owe anything. Otherwise, the Kong family will still owe you a favor. Others don’t want to owe you a favor. Things that can be solved with money.
, why use favors?
"Thanks!"
Gu Bafeng also took it with a smile.
They are all experts and understand the hidden rules.
This matter must be kept secret.
The money in the envelope is also the sealing fee.
You must not let the matter spread, lest the British Consulate knows about it.
Zhang Yong opened the envelope and looked inside. It was good. It was a thick stack. They were all US dollars. They were all in denominations of 10 yuan.
A conservative estimate would be around five hundred dollars.
It’s not much. It’s a meeting gift. The bulk will definitely not be given until the event is completed.
With Kong Fansong's credit, he will definitely not default.
What should I do? I’ve accepted all the money. Do I have to work overtime during the New Year?
Tangled...
Suddenly my mind moved.
A small red dot appears on the edge of the map. There are a large number of small white dots next to it.
Huh?
Who is coming?
Looks like he has a lot of status?
Not long after, the other person appeared in sight. It was a strange man whom he did not recognize.
He is quite imposing. At first glance, he is not someone to be trifled with. However, he does not look like he is in a high position. Rather, he seems to have been mixed up in the world. He has a somewhat reckless temperament.
"Who is here?" Zhang Yong asked pretending to be unconscious.
"Wang Jichang." Gu Bafeng replied.
"what for?"
"This pier belongs to his family. It belongs to the Wang family."
"Amazing……"
"He is Dean Wang's brother."
"Which Dean Wang?"
"Wang Zhaoming."
"who?"
Zhang Yong didn't react for a while.
What Wang Zhaoming? Is he very famous? I vaguely feel that this name is a bit familiar...
"That's Wang Jingwei. Dean Wang."
"ah……"
Zhang Yong was stunned.
Holy shit, it turns out to be him!
No wonder...
Wang Jingwei is the president of the Executive Yuan. His courtesy name is Zhaoming. Therefore, he is also called Wang Zhaoming.
Wow!
This Wang Jichang is actually Wang Jingwei’s younger brother?
But, he is Japanese!
Something is wrong...
Could it be that Wang Jingwei is also a Japanese in disguise?
faint!
Zhang Yong was frightened by his terrible thoughts.
Probably not...
It's too scary...
If Wang Jingwei is really Japanese...
Shake his head.
Get rid of this terrible thought.
Probably not.
But there must be many pro-Japanese elements around him.
In addition to Wang Jichang, there may be more spies. Otherwise, this number one traitor will not run so smoothly in the future.
You must know that he is the number two figure in the Fruit Party! He is very influential in the party headquarters.
Wang Jichang is Japanese...
This dock is his.
Xu Sheng's Wanfeng freight goes to and from Wang Jichang's dock...
Yes, the Japanese invaders have closed the loop.
Not only did they control shipping, they also controlled the docks.
Once war breaks out in the future, you can log in easily.
What a foresight!
"Is Wang Jichang rich?"
"Don't!"
Gu Bafeng was startled.
He thought Zhang Yong was trying to take advantage of Wang Jichang.
I was immediately frightened.
This Wang Zhaoming is no ordinary person.
Offending Wang Zhaoming will have very serious consequences. Zhang Yong's doing this is simply too risky.
"I'm just asking."
"Scared me."
"Is Wang Jichang rich?"
"He controls several big docks in Hangzhou. Do you think he has any money?"
"oh……"
Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.
If this is the case, he is relieved. As long as the target has money.
The biggest fear is that oil cannot be squeezed out of the stone.
Then all your work is in vain.
Quietly mark Wang Jichang.
Now there seems to be no limit to the number of his map annotations.
In addition to using numbers, you can also use people's names directly. As long as the other party appears again, he will know it.
Wang Jichang is very important. If there is a chance, he must be dealt with alone.
But now, there are many people around this guy. He doesn't have sufficient evidence, so he can only let it go.
Head back home.
Take your agents back to Huaqiao Hotel.
Let Yang Lichu go back to sleep. Others should be on guard and seize the time to rest.
Zhang Yong still took Lao Bai to find Jiang Guohu's bad luck.
It's the New Year. A pig is going to be killed and sold for money. Jiang Guohu is the pig that is going to be killed.
The map shows that Jiang Guohu is still alive.
He came to the edge of the well and looked down. Haha. Jiang Guohu seemed to be as angry as a thread?
So he pulled the rope and pulled him out of the well water.
Jiang Guohu finally woke up slowly.
I opened my eyes drowsily, thinking that I had arrived in the underworld. But soon I saw Zhang Yong again, and my whole body suddenly felt excited.
Oops!
This is not the underworld!
Zhang Yong is here!
He can't be in the underworld!
Finished...
The other party actually came back again.
Lao Bai brought a bowl of warm water and gave Jiang Guohu a drink to prevent him from really dying.
Sure enough, after drinking a bowl of warm water, Jiang Guohu managed to regain a little energy.
"Boss Jiang..."
"Don't even think about it..."
"I saw Wang Jichang. What is your relationship with him?"
"Wang Jichang..."
"right."
"We have cooperation. What did you say?"
"He is also Japanese."
"ah……"
Jiang Guohu responded with difficulty.
Because he had been frozen in the well water for too long, his mind was frozen.
Even now, my thinking is extremely slow.
"The Chinese New Year is coming soon. I want to ask you for some holiday money." Zhang Yong continued.
"You..." Jiang Guohu struggled to say one word.
There are two more words after it, but I can’t connect them in one breath.
But after leaving the relatively warm well water, he felt like he was about to die when he was blown by the cold wind outside.
It felt like the wet clothes on my body were quickly freezing to solid ice.
The water in my neck and the water in my boots were also freezing.
Uncomfortable...
Biting...
Zhang Yong didn't say anything. He turned around and went into the living room. He brought a chair and sat at the door of the backyard. He wrapped his coat tightly.
Oh, this damn weather. Why is it so cold in Hangzhou? This is not Tianjin Wei. Fortunately, the cold wind outside cannot blow him. But it can make Jiang Guohu shiver. His whole person is like sifting chaff.
Lao Bai went to boil water. There was no electricity, but there was a kitchen. He used firewood to boil water.
Quiet.
Zhang Yong sat slowly and calmly.
He was waiting in his heart, waiting for Jiang Guohu to collapse, waiting for the other party to speak.
He was soaked all over and stood in the cold wind to see how long he could hold on. It was already frozen into half a popsicle. It would soon turn into a popsicle.
Sure enough, Jiang Guohu couldn't hold on any longer.
He finally realized that the feeling of dying slowly was unbearable.
If Zhang Yong gave him a good time, of course he would have no problem. However, he couldn't bear to freeze to death like this.
"me……"
"Boss Jiang, I only want money. I'm not asking you for information. Why bother?"
"me……"
There is a battle between heaven and man in Jiang Guohu's mind.
Yes, all I gave him was money and no information.
It's not a betrayal...
I have already given the other party 50,000 oceans before.
"liquor……"
"liquor……"
He shouted with difficulty.
At this moment, drinking boiled water is no longer useful.
He needs wine.
Liquor is required.
Zhang Yong turned around and found a wine cabinet. There were actually some spirits in it. There was also a local specialty, Shaoxing rice wine.
Rice wine was of no use. I gave him white wine and poured it into his mouth.
Sure enough, as the strong alcohol went down, Jiang Guohu's body gradually regained a trace of warmth.
"No. 37 Guanghua Road..."
"good!"
Zhang Yong smiled and nodded.
This is right!
Buy life with money.
What's the use of keeping so much money if everyone dies?
Immediately left Lao Bai here to take care of him. Then he went back to Huaqiao Hotel, gathered people, and headed to Guanghua Road together.
Caution is the boat.
Always bring enough people with you, especially when going to far places.
This Guanghua Road is a full three kilometers away from Huaqiao Hotel. It is relatively far. If there is no large group of people, if we are ambushed, we will be doomed.
Set off.
Arrive at Guanghua Road smoothly.
The buildings here are also relatively old and some have been abandoned.
Find the target.
It's a two-story building.
Zhang Yong:???
It's strange that the map doesn't respond.
There is no gold symbol on the map. In other words, there is no gold.
disappointment……
Is it all the ocean?
Or a banknote?
"Bang!"
Open the door.
Go in and search carefully. Pay no attention to every corner.
No weapons symbol.
No gold mark.
Then the only thing you can do is keep your head down and look for it.
Too sloppy...
I forgot to ask about the specific location before.
Fortunately, with the help of the map, I finally found a secret room switch under the stairs.
Open the secret room. There are sacks inside.
Huh? Sack?
I opened a sack and found that it was filled with white silver coins.
Oh. This is the most primitive way to pick up money. Use a sack to pick up money.
A sack…
Two sacks...
A total of five sacks were brought out.
A rough count showed that each sack contained about 2,000 silver dollars. Some were more, some were less. Putting five sacks together, there were more than 10,000 silver dollars.
Not bad! I didn’t run in vain.
However, Jiang Guohu was obviously squeezing out toothpaste.
These silver coins are all in bulk. Some are Yingyang, some are Yuan Datou, and some have no markings.
The quality is also quite mixed. Some of them may be privately cast. The silver used is not pure enough.
Obviously, this should be the least valuable of all treasures.
