Head of state? I'm sorry. The head of state doesn't give you face either.
Unless you give money.
Klinsmann was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, and asked in shock: "Then what do you want?"
Zhang Yong showed a harmless smile and said, "Money."
"Money?" Klinsmann was in disbelief. His eyes were fixed on Zhang Yong.
He wondered if he had heard wrongly.
However, it turns out that he heard it right. The other party was talking about money.
What an unreasonable guy.
Don't actually want power.
That's the power from the Führer!
That is the authority of the head of state! The supreme authority!
You don't want it?
"Yes, money. Specifically, marks, dollars, pounds, and francs are all fine."
Zhang Yong replied with a smile.
He knew he was here to be a clown today.
Negotiations between Vice Minister Min and others and Klinsmann most likely reached a deadlock.
At this time, you need to take a different approach.
Submit the transaction directly.
I want money.
If Germany wants information, buy it with money.
If you are unwilling to pay money, or do not have cash, you can sell arms.
It's okay to sell light weapons. It's okay to sell howitzers. It's best to sell airplanes. Tanks can also be considered.
Anyway, as long as you Germans are willing to sell it, we are willing to take it.
The premise is actual delivery.
"I'm talking about power from the Supreme Helping Hand."
"I know. But I want money."
"The power of the Führer!"
"I want money."
Zhang Yong reiterated the emphasis unmistakably.
The power of the head of state sounds very tempting, but it is useless in the East.
Who cares about him?
What's more, he can only last until 45 years.
He was too crazy and didn't know how to play it safe. He wanted to win it all, but he ended up on the street.
A madman rises quickly and falls quickly.
Only money is eternal. Especially for a little guy like Zhang Yong.
Power will disappear. But money will not.
Because he has a gun.
"How much do you want?" Klinsmann's face darkened.
He hated the mention of money.
He is addicted to power.
He was power-mad. All the Gestapo were like that.
The authority of the head of state cannot be blasphemed, because the power of the Gestapo comes from the supreme head of state.
Hindenburg, who was blocking the way, is dead. Now, the Führer's authority is unquestionable.
He, the Gestapo, wanted to spread the authority of the Führer to the far East.
"The market price is at least one hundred thousand dollars. If someone competes for it, it may cost half a million dollars, or even one million dollars."
"You are simply crazy."
"It doesn't matter if I'm crazy. I'm talking about market prices."
"It's absolutely impossible for me to agree."
"Then your information will most likely be sold to the British and the French by Safiya. They will know your arms plan very well..."
"Shut up!"
Klinsmann is furious again.
Zhang Yong then shut up.
He likes guys like Klinsmann who have strong limbs and simple minds.
There is no need for everyone to use their brains or fight their wits. It saves worry and effort. If it were another old Yin, Zhang Yong would be much more difficult to deal with.
"How much do you really know?"
"I said it. I also learned about it accidentally. Including the Thunderstorm Plan and so on. Since I don't have money, I naturally don't have enough ability to obtain more information. Most of the high-value information requires money to buy.
of……"
"What if there is no money?"
"Exchanges of equal value are also possible. It can also be settled in the form of trade."
"trading?"
"For example, you export a batch of arms and ask for 5 million new marks. But you give a small discount, only 4.5 million marks. The 500,000 marks can be regarded as the reward for obtaining intelligence."
"Good advice. I accept it."
Klinsmann rolled his eyes and thought it was okay. He agreed on the spot.
If he were asked to take out marks, dollars, pounds, francs, etc., he would definitely not have any.
The finances of the Germans are actually very tight now. A large amount of money has been invested in armament plans. There is no cash at all.
Not only did he have no cash, he also owed a lot of money to foreigners. The interest rates were very scary.
If these loans were to be repaid in full, the Germans would definitely go bankrupt. However, the Gestapo knew that the Führer was not prepared to repay the money.
They don't know exactly what they will do in the future. However, it is absolutely impossible to pay back the money because they simply cannot afford it and they have to continue borrowing.
Selling arms is also a way to make money.
Therefore, the Germans are also actively expanding the arms market.
China, this big country in the East, is a good buyer for the Germans.
If you give me a discount, it shouldn't be a big problem.
"Well, you can discuss it carefully with our Minister Min." Zhang Yong left immediately.
He is the one who does the part-time work.
Making decisions is the leader's responsibility. It has nothing to do with him.
The clown's mission is completed, he will give it up as soon as he can and get out of here. It is more practical to go and make money.
By the way, the ocean in that cellar should have been counted, right?
So I said goodbye to Minister Min.
Minister Min nodded and sent him out personally.
Yes, this kid is on the right path. He fully understands the meaning of his superiors!
Originally, inviting Zhang Yong here was just to break the window paper.
Because of the hierarchical relationship between the two parties, they couldn't say it directly. After going around for a long time, the Germans didn't understand.
It's fine now. Everyone understands what the other party wants. The subsequent negotiations will be much easier.
We in China need arms from you Germans. But you Germans have to give discounts and ensure that the arms are sent to China.
Otherwise, you won't get the information.
Farewell.
Prepare to run away.
I saw Yang Lichu still at the door.
parking.
"How fast?"
"I'm here to be a clown. Of course I can't stay too long."
"What are you busy with now?"
"A little bit of help..."
"No swearing."
"It's true that I'm busy making money for milk powder."
"go away!"
Yang Lichu pretended to be angry.
Send him away so that he will not harm you again later.
The people around him all had unfamiliar faces. She was a little shy after all and did not allow Zhang Yong to act recklessly in public.
"goodbye!"
Zhang Yong ran away like the wind.
Yang Lichu:......
No, you bastard, you run so fast!
There is no nostalgia for me at all...
I regret not giving him any benefits. It’s not like I haven’t given him any benefits before...
Zhang Yong returned to the grocery store.
Fortunately, Chen Qingquan and the others were still there. They hurriedly asked: "How much?"
"Ninety-three thousand and eight," Chen Qingquan replied excitedly, "We have counted them all carefully. Not a single one is missing. The Japanese robbed a lot."
"Less than 100,000?" Zhang Yong couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Thought it was 100,000?
Turns out there aren’t that many!
Hey, I really didn’t expect that the ocean that almost filled the cellar was less than 100,000.
However, looking back, I can understand it. After all, the weight of a hundred thousand oceans is already a very scary figure. It is more than three tons. It is more than six thousand kilograms!
The car will definitely not be able to pull it all. Trucks will have to be used.
However, trucks these days seem to be relatively backward and have limited transportation capacity. Especially domestic ones.
Professional transport trucks will only be available when a large amount of US aid arrives. Dodge. Ten-wheel truck. Standard load capacity is five tons. It can haul a dozen tons at will.
"busy?"
"not busy."
"Go back and have tea."
"Thanks."
Zhang Yong did not mean what he said.
He doesn't like to drink tea. He likes to drink Coke.
Especially now that the weather is getting warmer, the iced Coke in the spare room is still delicious...
Okay, speaking of Coke. I just went to the emptying department, but I didn’t even get a glass of Coke. What a failure. I have to make up for it next time.
After all, he is also the director of the Third Intelligence Division of the Air Force Staff Headquarters and the deputy director of the Security Division. If he doesn't drink a few cups of Coke every day, he seems to be losing 100 million.
Turn around and look around.
I didn't see Li Boqi. I didn't see Ling Yan, Jiang Yiying, Li Jingzhi and others either.
"Where's the team leader?"
"I'm back. I have something important to do."
"What's important?"
"The 167th Division dispatched from Madang Fortress is undergoing training in the western suburbs. The Military and Political Commission ordered our Secret Service to arrest them."
"Catch whom?"
"A batch of arms was lost before. It is suspected that they were taken out and sold. The Military and Political Commission ordered us to investigate. We must get to the bottom of it."
"oh……"
Zhang Yong thought for a while. He actually had some impressions of Madang Fortress and the 167th Division.
It seems that when the Japanese invaders moved up the river in the future, the 167th Division made a fatal mistake at the Madang Fortress, which resulted in the fortress not being able to function.
In anger, the commissioner ordered the division commander of the 167th Division to be shot. The unit was disbanded.
This is an extremely severe punishment.
Moreover, this 167th Division seems to be from the Huangpu Department?
After thinking about it carefully, he found that there was no more information, so he didn't care. Li Boqi went to deal with it.
The private sale of arms is a stubborn and hopeless disease within the Fruit Party. No one can rectify it. Not even the Huangpu Clan's cronies are no exception.
It is closely related to another stubborn problem: empty pay. There are so many people on the military and political committee's establishment list, but in fact there are often many vacancies.
The vacant food and salary naturally went into the pockets of officers at all levels.
And the extra weapons and equipment caused by the vacancy of soldiers will naturally be taken out and sold by "smart people". Then the money will fall into private pockets.
Does the committee know?
Of course I know. He is not stupid.
He also knows that these shortcomings are very fatal. He also wants to rectify them.
However, the various situations are very complicated and the forces are intertwined. It cannot be said that they are rectified, and the results are very little.
This is touching someone else's lifeblood and money bag. How can others just let it go?
Resistance is inevitable, and some even have murderous intentions.
The investigator sent died immediately in the accident.
All kinds of "accidents".
Even in the late stages of the Anti-Japanese War, except for a very small number of troops who had been personally trained by the Americans, there were many vacancies in other troops.
It is said that there are 10,000 people, but 7,000 people are often very good.
It was said that there were seven thousand people, but five thousand people were already overjoyed.
During the War of Liberation, the national army often said how many divisions and how many thousands of people it would concentrate. Those were only paper strength. In fact, it often needed to be discounted by 30%.
The result can be imagined. It would be strange not to be beaten violently.
"How many people did the team leader bring?" Zhang Yong felt that it was necessary to be concerned.
Currently, the Ji'exiang headquarters is seriously short of manpower.
Li Boqi didn't bring many people back from Tianjin Wei. No more than ten people at most.
At the headquarters, there are basically no direct descendants of Li Boqi. Like Zhang Yong, he basically came as a bachelor.
Go to the 167th Division to investigate. If you don't bring more than fifty people with you, you are seeking death.
In fact, even if you bring fifty people with you, you are looking for death. If the opponent is really murderous, fifty people are of no use at all.
I hope it's okay...
"I don't know." Chen Qingquan shook his head.
"Okay." Zhang Yong sent him away.
Then, I decided to stay at the train station and continue to watch.
I always feel like something is happening.
It was a coincidence that two women, Mei Wanjun and Yan Ruzi, appeared on the map at the same time.
The monitoring radius of his map is about 500 meters. The two women, one in the south and one in the north, met for about 400 meters. I don’t know if they knew each other?
The mantis stalks the cicada, followed by the oriole.
He, Zhang Yong, wants to be the oriole behind the oriole...
Lu Keming was ordered to take his team back to rest, leaving Shangguan Qing's team behind.
As things turned out, having a small team around you was enough.
He is a yellow bird, watching from the sidelines.
Soon, night fell. There was nothing unusual at the train station.
No more red dots were found.
Kazuo Sakata did not appear again. I hope he will appear...
At night, Zhang Yong found a hotel and hid everyone there, quietly dormant around the train station.
After early morning, the train station gradually became deserted.
However, there were still tourists coming in and out in twos and threes.
As the largest railway station in the country, Xiaguan Railway Station is quite lively.
Even in the middle of the night, passengers were arriving one after another. Or entering the station to get on the train. They were all taking passing buses.
Zhang Yong fell asleep in a daze...
Suddenly woke up.
But the map prompts that there is a red dot nearby. There is a weapon mark. There is a gold mark.
He quickly turned over and took out the Browning M1935 high-power pistol from under the bedside. He pulled the bolt and loaded the gun. Then he walked to the window, hid behind the curtain, raised the telescope, and observed from a distance.
The red dot came by train. I don’t know where the train came from. It may have passed by, or it may have gotten off.
Silently monitoring, I noticed that the train was slowly entering the station. The red dot started to move. Oh, he was about to get off. He soon appeared on the platform. It was actually a woman?
The lights on the platform were dim, and even with a telescope, Zhang Yong couldn't see clearly. But judging from her dress, she seemed to be an older woman.
Very fashionable. Very noble. She seems to be a lady.
However, Zhang Yong didn't quite believe that the other party was a woman.
Why?
Except for Ttech, there are very few female spies.
Therefore, he suspected that the other party might be a man disguised as a woman. This could avoid many inspections.
Most of the time, the inspection of female passengers is a bit of a formality. It is very likely that Japanese spies took advantage of this loophole and got on the bus with weapons.
For a professional spy, dressing up as a woman is a piece of cake.
The only troublesome thing is the height.
If you are a taller spy, it will be difficult to make up as a woman.
However, most of the Japanese invaders were relatively short in stature. The average height was about 1.5 to 1.6 meters. There was no problem for men to dress as women.
A Japanese spy, disguised as a woman, came to Jinling in the middle of the night with weapons and gold...
Who would believe that there is no story at all?
Go out immediately.
Shangguan Qing is on duty outside the door.
Make gestures.
Wake everyone up. Organize weapons and equipment.
Set off.
We arrived quietly near the train station exit.
The red dot is moving towards the exit. If you want to capture it, this is the best place.
However, considering that the target had a gun, Zhang Yong was still very careful.
It's best if you can catch them alive. If you can't catch them, you have no choice but to kill them directly.
Arranged properly.
Wait for the opportunity.
Suddenly, a red dot enters the edge of the map from the southwest corner. There is a mark.
After checking, I found out that it was Kazuo Sakata.
Hey, this cold killer appears again. It seems he was well prepared.
You can even think with your knees that Kazuo Sakata was probably here for this Japanese spy who got off the train and was probably a man disguised as a woman.
What is he going to do? Zhang Yong doesn't know. He just watches silently.
Better to kill each other.
Sure enough, Kazuo Sakata started moving towards the train station exit.
Zhang Yong immediately made a gesture and evacuated with his team.
Let Kazuo Sakata perform!
Look what this guy is going to do.
Soon, the two red dots met. The distance between the two sides was about thirty meters?
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
There were gunshots.
Very short. Only two sounds.
Then, a red dot disappeared. It was the spy disguised as a woman.
He was beaten to death by Kazuo Sakata.
After Kazuo Sakata killed someone, he quickly stepped forward, seemed to take something from the deceased's body, and then left in a hurry. His movements were extremely fast.
"superior!"
Only then did Zhang Yong lead his men and charged forward.
He did not chase Kazuo Sakata. Instead, he rushed towards the place where the fire was exchanged.
Sure enough, there was a woman lying on the ground.
No breath. Already dead.
Zhang Yong went up and took off her clothes. Sure enough, it was a man.
Pooh!
Bad luck! I hate transvestites the most!
"Huh?"
Someone yelled in surprise.
I thought it was a lady! I didn’t expect it was a man.
Zhang Yong quickly touched the body and soon found an envelope. Inside was not a gold bar but a thin gold sheet.
Or, is this the golden leaf mentioned in martial arts novels?
In fact, the gold is made into a very thin piece. It is easy to carry and can be packed in an envelope.
engulf.
Finally, I have some income again. The thin gold leaf just fits into the pocket space.
However, this is not the key.
The key is that Zhang Yong also found an envelope on his body.
The envelope is sealed. It has a wax seal. There are no signs of opening.
Zhang Yong thought carefully for a moment and opened the envelope with a dagger.
There is only a piece of white paper inside. There are many numbers written on it.
Handwritten. Very clear. They are all three digits. Two in two. It seems that the two sets of numbers are a pair?
After pondering for a moment, I can't figure it out. It seems to have nothing to do with the password?
I continued to touch the corpse and found some change and a torn-off ticket from the train station. It was from Hangzhou.
It turned out to be a fish that slipped through the net!
Alas, I am not in Shanghai, and Japanese spies dare to carry weapons on the train.
If it was before, I would definitely catch it right away.
So, here comes the question, what do the Japanese spies do when they come to Jinling from Hangzhou?
Who do you want to connect with?
How did Kazuo Sakata know? Why was he able to intercept the ball so accurately?
Could it be said that there are people inside the Japanese spies who are cooperating with Kazuo Sakata?
The more I thought about it, the more outrageous it became. I shook my head hastily. I retracted my thoughts. I took my people with me and evacuated quickly.
Suddenly I felt something. Another red dot appeared on the edge of the map.
Not Kazuo Sakata. No mark. Maybe new guy.
His eyes lit up.
Is this Japanese spy here to help?
Hearing gunshots, you quietly came over to check on the situation?
