Chapter 772: Keep in mind the rules for primary school students
It turns out to be legal currency!
Zhang Yong's heart suddenly went cold.
Ruined……
I thought it was gold...
I didn’t expect it to be legal currency…
Alas, the legal currency is worthless! It must be spent as soon as possible.
The problem is, how to spend so much legal currency seized? He can't spend it all by himself...
Bend down and pick up a bundle of French currency.
It has a face value of 50 yuan. There are one hundred pieces in a bundle, which is 5,000 French currency.
If compared with the ocean, it is indeed much more convenient. For 5,000 oceans, a huge large sack is needed to carry it.
It seems right that Chiang Kai-shek tried to replace Dayang with fiat currency. The development trend of the world is that paper currency replaces physical currency. The mistake is that he failed to control the issuance of fiat currency and printed it at will, which led to the rapid devaluation of fiat currency. Currency
Once your credit collapses, it will definitely be hopeless.
Throw away.
Get another bundle.
It's in denomination of 20 yuan. One bundle is 2,000 French currency.
Vaguely, Zhang Yong felt that the bundle in his hand seemed a little different from the one just now. It seemed that the quality was better?
Well, it might be an illusion. It's purely a matter of feel.
I guess the 20 yuan and 50 yuan ones use different printing technologies?
He had no research on this field, so after considering it, he didn’t care.
Take a look at your personal space.
It's so miserable. There is almost no gap left. I can't let it go.
However, Yan Guo plucked his feathers. After seizing so much legal currency, he was really unwilling to not take some of it himself.
He who enters the Treasure Mountain and comes back empty is not worthy of being a son of man.
After searching carefully, I finally found a few bundles with a face value of 100. There was no one with a larger face value. So I took it apart and stuffed it in bit by bit.
There were about fifty sheets crammed in front and back, that is, fifty thousand French currency. There was no more room to cram them in.
Alas, when will the damn portable space be expanded?
"Huang Chu."
"arrive."
"Count it up. See how many there are."
"yes."
Huang Chu and others got busy.
Zhang Yong looked at the captured target. He was a stranger.
He was not knocked unconscious. He was just tied up and a rag was stuffed in his mouth. He was struggling, obviously unwilling to do so.
Zhang Yong pulled out the rag from the other party's mouth and waited for the other party to shout.
However, the other party did not shout. Instead, he stared at Zhang Yong coldly.
"name."
"..."
The other party refused to answer.
Zhang Yong then waved his hand and blocked his mouth again.
Don’t want to say it? Then don’t say it.
Search the room carefully. No weapons. But a blueprint is found.
Huh? Such a familiar drawing.
This is the floor plan of the Presidential Palace. It’s the same as the one next to the mortar.
Another document was found, indicating that the arrested person was named Ke Shourong and was from southern Fujian. There was also some bank information, also named Ke Shourong.
But Zhang Yong judged that this Ke Shourong was definitely a pseudonym.
He came back with the drawings and shook it at the man named "Ke Shourong" without saying a word.
Needless to say.
The other party knows the consequences.
This blueprint is deadly enough.
Sure enough, when Ke Shourong saw the drawings, his face gradually darkened.
The corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyes gradually became frightened. His mouth moved, as if he wanted to speak.
However, Zhang Yong ignored him and did not give him a chance to speak.
You didn’t say it just now. Do you want to say it now?
Wait!
At this time, the counting of legal currency is almost complete.
Huang Chu and the others classified the legal currencies of different denominations into categories, gathered those with the same denomination together, and then counted them.
Zhang Yong glanced at it and found that the legal currency contained in this rattan box actually had five different denominations. The highest was 100 yuan, then 50 yuan, 20 yuan, 10 yuan, and 5 yuan. There was no lower value. Nor.
I know what I’m thinking. It’s even 5 yuan. Isn’t this a waste of precious space?
If all were 100 yuan, a rattan box that big would contain at least 2 million yuan!
It's better now. There are so many low face value ones, maybe not even one million.
In fact, the final statistical result was a little over half a million. It was far away from one million.
disappointment……
It’s only over 500,000 yuan! Alas, it’s still legal tender!
I was upset when I saw those 5 yuan denominations. There were quite a lot of them. They accounted for most of them. Made.
He casually picked up a bundle of 5 yuan denominations and threw them to Lu Keming.
Lu Keming:???
Subconsciously he reached out and took it.
confuse.
what's the situation?
Send money again? No way?
Bundles of hair?
faint……
This is a bundle!
Five hundred French coins!
Zhang Yong didn't say anything, and casually picked up a bundle of 5-yuan coins and threw them to Cen Zhaohai.
Cen Zhaohai:???
He reached out and took it. He was also confused.
It seems like they are really giving out money? But this is a bundle of French currency! A full 500 yuan!
Are we going to give each person 500 yuan? Haha, so scary...
"Shangguan!"
"arrive!"
"then!"
"yes!"
Zhang Yong threw a bundle of legal coins to Shangguan Qing, who was another team leader.
Different from Lu Keming and Cen Zhaohai, this Shangguan Qing is a boring gourd. He hardly talks. He usually gives orders mainly with gestures.
The team he led were almost all mute. However, the various gestures were quite complete and quite fresh.
Looking at the whole bundle of legal coins in his hand, Shangguan Qing was indeed mute again.
"Come!
"One bundle for each person!"
Zhang Yong announced directly. Then bricks were flying everywhere.
He grabbed a 5-yuan legal currency and threw it away when he saw someone. Others hurriedly caught it.
I didn't have time to get excited. I was busy picking it up for fear of missing something.
Zhang Yong doesn't care about these legal currencies. But, they do! This is a full 500 yuan!
According to the official exchange rate, 1 yuan of legal currency is equivalent to 1 ocean. 500 yuan of legal currency is 500 oceans! It is equivalent to ten years of their salary!
In other words, what Zhang Yong threw around was their ten years of salary!
Ten years of salary, how exaggerated do you think it is?
"call!"
"call!"
Bundles of French currency were flying around.
Zhang Yong threw them around casually without bothering to calculate. Anyway, everyone has a share.
"Team leader, that's enough, that's enough."
"Team leader, that's enough, that's enough."
Finally, someone shouted continuously and at the same time handed back the excess legal currency.
Everyone has it. Everyone has a bundle. Every cheek is flushed. This is not a small excitement. This is a big excitement.
Within just a few days of working, I already received ten years of salary.
Even a fool would be excited!
Sure enough, there is a way to make money by following Team Leader Zhang.
"Already have them all?"
"It's all there!"
"That……"
Zhang Yong put down the legal currency in his hand in disappointment.
how?
So soon everyone will have a share?
well……
If I had known, I would have brought more people with me...
Helpless, I finally let go and let the French currency fall down.
I can't seem to find an excuse.
Everyone has been given 500 French currency! What else can we do?
If you let Virgo know about this matter, Virgo will probably vomit blood. You prodigal boy...
However, Zhang Yong is not afraid that Boss Dai will know.
How much did he swallow up? Fifty thousand. How much did he get after giving out money? Twenty-five thousand!
All added up, it's less than 100,000. The bulk of it is 400,000! These are all going to be handed over to Chen Qingquan.
Chen Qingquan kept asking him to drink tea, and brought out the best tea leaves, just to bribe him Zhang Yong! Anyway, it is not given to anyone. Since Virgo has given in, let's continue to pay tribute. It's easy to give in.
The training course of the Secret Service started successfully.
Four hundred thousand French currency is enough to hold a training class.
The training class started smoothly and more agents were trained, which was also beneficial to Zhang Yong.
As the platform grows, his strength will naturally rise with it. In the future, no matter who comes out of the training class, he will be a junior in front of him.
Hehe, in a few years, maybe he will become a veteran of the military. Haha.
"Put it on."
"take away!"
Zhang Yong waved his hand.
Everyone quickly reinstalled the legal currency.
Two people carried the rattan box out. They left Yonghe Hotel and entered a vacant house next to it.
With map monitoring, he can find safe houses anytime and anywhere. As long as there is no one in the house, he can temporarily borrow it. Suddenly, he feels that there is no need to arrange a safe house urgently. All empty houses within a radius of 500 meters are
It's his safe house!
You don't have to pay for it if you borrow it.
Of course, if you use someone else's things or break something, you must compensate according to the price.
He still knows the elementary school rules by heart.
It just so happened that I was upset when I saw those 5 yuan legal currency. So I took out a bundle and gave it to the owner of the house as a thank you gift.
After thinking about it, I took out another bundle...
After thinking about it, I took another bundle...
After a while, find a place with a lot of people, break it up, and then let the goddess scatter flowers. Think of it as a welfare given by the God of Wealth to everyone.
Haha. I don’t know if the legendary God of Wealth can scatter flowers. But Zhang Yong, the God of Wealth, can really do it.
With one last breath he took out ten bundles.
Anyway, one bundle is only 500 yuan. Ten bundles are only 5,000 yuan.
What's wrong?
Call Chen Qingquan and ask him to bring someone to pick it up. Don't wait if it's late.
"Okay, okay, okay!"
On the other end of the phone, Chen Qingquan was elated.
This Zhang Yong is indeed one of the best. His ability to make money is faster than the God of Wealth.
How long have you been out? You immediately got back 400,000 French currency!
He hurriedly took people to drive out. He quickly found Zhang Yong and quickly pulled the rattan box away.
That one's heart is full of joy.
I wish I could give Zhang Yong a big red flower.
After finally sending Chen Qingquan away, Zhang Yong returned to the vacant house.
See that Ke Shourong. Okay. Now you can ask.
However, just as he was about to open his mouth, a yellow dot appeared on the edge of the map and moved this way.
Zhang Yong:???
It’s actually a yellow dot?
Are there underground parties here in Yuanyang Lake?
Later, Zhang Yong discovered that the other party had been heading towards the empty house.
What a coincidence.
Could it be that this empty house is actually the contact point of the underground party?
Hey, a flood has really washed away the Dragon King Temple. My family doesn’t recognize my own family. It’s wrong to think about it. Others are not the same family as him...
Seeing that the distance between the yellow dots is getting closer and closer. What should I do?
I rolled my eyes. There was a solution.
Arrange the arrest quietly.
Let’s get it under control first.
The yellow dot is not carrying a weapon. There should be no accidents.
Then the wrong person was arrested...
Then apologize...
Then give him ten bundles of French currency. Haha. The aid to the Communist Party was successful. Haha.
Don’t? I’ll hit you!
I don't want to give it to anyone. No one can take it away.
But no one can refuse what I want to give. Haha.
Otherwise, beat me!
The yellow dot appeared. Zhang Yong raised his telescope and observed carefully. He found that it was a dull middle-aged man wearing a white washed robe.
I don’t know each other. We haven’t had any interactions with each other before.
Wave your hands.
Everyone lurked behind the door.
By the time the dull middle-aged man came to the door and found that the door was unlocked, it was already too late.
He was caught on the spot and pushed into the house.
Seeing so many people wearing Chinese tunic suits and carrying guns, the dull middle-aged man's heart suddenly sank.
Arrested?
Who leaked the secret?
This safe house was newly decorated by him!
How could it be known to the enemy so quickly?
However……
The truth is so cruel.
The enemy had already ambushed him in the safe house. Apparently they had known about it for a long time.
Lower your head.
Speechless.
Decided to take it easy.
No matter what the enemy asked, he refused to answer.
result……
It was discovered that the enemy was not moving.
In other words, after he was controlled, no one would care about him.
His hands were tied with ropes and he was turned behind his back. But no further measures were taken. No one even held him down.
Huh, very weird.
When you catch him, you do it cleanly. But after you catch him, you don't care.
There seemed to be a young man taking the lead. He looked up and down and asked casually: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"This house is mine..." the dull middle-aged man replied.
"name."
"Zeng Guangyuan."
"Is this house yours?"
"yes……"
"Oh, let's borrow it for a while. You sit down first."
Zhang Yong waved his hand.
He motioned for a stool to be brought over and asked him to sit down. But he did not loosen the restraints for fear that the other party would mess up.
If Zeng Guangyuan made any suicide move, it would delay things.
He casually stuffed a bundle of French currency into Zeng Guangyuan's arms and said, "This is for you. We need to requisition your house."
"I rented the house..." Zeng Guangyuan couldn't figure out what was going on.
"Then consider it as rent!" Zhang Yong said, "We are from the Fuxing Society's Secret Service. My name is Zhang Yong. Just sit down and don't move. It's none of your business."
Then ignore him and go interrogate that Ke Shourong.
Zeng Guangyuan's eyes became very strange, but he didn't dare to show it too obviously.
Are these people really from the Fuxing Society’s Secret Service? Everything feels weird. Is Zhang Yong the leader? Is that Zhang Yong?
It's better to meet him than to be famous.
Unexpectedly, he is such a young person.
He's also very rich.
Very generous.
Just borrow a house and give me a pile of French currency?
He looked down at the French currency in his arms. It was such a thick stack, there might be hundreds of them, or several hundred French currency.
What an exaggeration...
If you rent this house for a month, it only costs you less than one dollar...
You really don’t take money as money. It’s so corrupt...
Over there, Zhang Yong waved, and the others dragged Ke Shourong up. They also pressed him on a chair. Two people held his shoulders.
Zhang Yong reached out and took away the rag from Ke Shourong's mouth, then patted him on the shoulder.
"Now, you can say your name."
"..."
Ke Shourong was silent.
Zhang Yong was not in a hurry and waited patiently.
He has plenty of time.
The work is never done. Why be in such a hurry?
There is no performance appraisal...
No overtime pay for overtime work...
He waved his hands, signaling for Zeng Guangyuan to be loosened. Then he said, "Please order me two cups of coffee."
"Me? Coffee?" Zeng Guangyuan was confused for a moment.
"Yes. Coffee. Refreshing." Zhang Yong picked up a bundle of French currency and threw it into Zeng Guangyuan's arms.
this is for you!
It’s given by force. You have to take it even if you don’t want it!
Otherwise, I’ll beat you up!
"Uh..." Zeng Guangyuan hurriedly reached out and took the French currency.
I feel more ridiculous inside than ever before.
Is this Zhang Yong really throwing away French currency? Is it just a bundle when he throws it away?
How much do you dislike legal currency? Isn’t legal currency money? If this guy is a member of the organization, he must deeply reflect on the five thousand words...
"Isn't it enough?"
"Is it enough?"
"Is it enough?"
Zhang Yong picked up two more bundles of French currency and threw them into Zeng Guangyuan's arms.
Haha. It feels so good. Throwing money at people. It feels so good like never before.
Just run faster from now on.
Otherwise, if you are caught by Red, you will give up. The merit forest is scheduled to last for thirty years.
Zeng Guangyuan:……
Wow. This Zhang Yong is really...
I don’t even know how to describe it in words. I’m crazy!
"Snapped!"
Suddenly, there was a loud slap in the face.
But it was Zhang Yong who slapped Ke Shourong on the face. Suddenly there were five burning finger prints.
Ke Shourong:???
I was immediately confused.
why why?
Why do you throw money at others, but slap me?
Ahhhh, still working so hard...
"Shh!"
Zhang Yong took back his palm and blew into it.
I forgot. I used too much strength. Although the beating felt great, my palms also hurt.
"Slap him!"
"yes!"
Someone immediately came up and fired their bows at Ke Shourong.
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
A critical blow, like a pig's head.
I told you not to tell me!
I told you not to tell me!
If you don’t tell me, fight!
Zeng Guangyuan:……
Turn around. Don't dare to look more.
I faint. This Zhang Yong is so perverted!
Here they throw money at people, and there they beat them beyond recognition. It's really sick.
"I said……"
"I said……"
Ke Shourong finally shouted intermittently.
He felt like his head no longer belonged to him. He was completely confused. His consciousness and body were being separated.
Zhang Yong waved his hand, and then the thugs backed away.
"Name."
"Ke Shourong..."
"You still want to be beaten?"
"No, no, my real name is Ke Shourong, really..."
"What's going on with the drawings?"
"The drawings were given to me by the Japanese..."
"Which Japanese?"
"Oiso Junjiro..."
"who?"
Zhang Yong's expression changed.
What's a chicken? Oh, it's Koiso Kuniaki's son.
what do you say that is?
Damn it, I forgot again. My memory is really bad. Alas, I am really going to quit porn...
"Who are you carrying the money for?"
"It's for Junjiro Koiso."
"Where to give it?"
“Yonghe Hotel.”
"when?"
"Now."
"Um?"
Zhang Yong frowned.
Now? It seems to be disturbed by myself.
Just as he was about to speak, a red dot appeared on the edge of the map and walked towards the Yonghe Hotel.
Zhang Yong:???
Could it be Junjiro Koiso?
By the way, this Japanese guy is so cool. He doesn’t even carry a weapon and is alone!
Then there's no problem.
Grasp!
But they cannot be arrested in public.
After all, this Junjiro Koiso was the military attache of the Japanese embassy.
If it is made public, it will definitely cause another diplomatic turmoil. The traitor Wang Jingwei will make trouble again.
Secret capture.
Refuse to admit it.
"Cen Zhaohai."
"arrive."
"Come with me out to arrest people."
"good."
Zhang Yong took a dozen people and set off quietly.
Deduced the route of Junjiro Koiso and quickly found the target.
The target came by rickshaw.
Zhang Yong silently searched for the location of the attack and then arranged the attack.
When the target entered the attack point, everyone immediately pounced on him. With lightning speed, Junjiro Koiso was captured.
Knocked out.
Headgear.
Take away.
Done in one go.
The rickshaw driver didn't even react.
"Ding!"
An ocean dropped. This was the fare for him.
The person was arrested, but the fare cannot be withheld.
