I opened the seal. Suddenly my eyes lit up. There seemed to be US dollars inside! It was green, what could it be if it wasn't US dollars?
I immediately cheered up. I pulled out the U.S. dollar and found that there was only one. The face value was 10 U.S. dollars. I suddenly became curious. Whose face was on the 10-dollar bill? It was not Washington or Lincoln! Then I found a series of handwritten words on the banknote.
number.
Oh, this is the phone number. By the way, this Mrs. Lin knows his character very well. She knows that he is addicted to money. If he writes the phone number on the banknote, Zhang Yong can't even think about it. For 10 US dollars,
If I ask you to make a phone call, you can't refuse, right?
What's more, there is also a challenge letter.
It involves 1,500 rounds of ammunition. It’s not too much, it’s too little.
Losing face is a trivial matter. The main thing is that something that belongs to him, Zhang Yong, was taken away, and he was very unhappy...
Pick up the phone. Dial.
Someone answered the phone quickly.
It was the voice of a waxy woman. It was completely different from the last time.
"Hello……"
"I'm looking for Mrs. Lin. Tell her to come and answer the phone right away."
"Who are you?"
"I am Zhang Yong. Zhang Yong from the Fuxing Society Secret Service."
"You go to No. 11 Yanjiang Road."
"do what?"
"There is someone waiting for you there. You will know when you go."
"good."
Zhang Yong really didn’t believe in evil and agreed directly.
In other places, he might be worried about being plotted against. But in Jinling, Shanghai, and Hangzhou, he was not afraid at all.
This is your home court.
If you are plotted on your home court, you deserve to die.
Put down the phone.
ready to go.
Li Boqi said nothing. It was as if he didn't exist at all.
Zhang Yong went out.
"Yang Zhi!"
"arrive!"
"Assemble your team and follow me."
"yes."
"Wear a scope."
"clear!"
Yang Zhi immediately went to make arrangements.
Soon, five cars filed out of the Jige Alley headquarters.
Driving quietly towards Yanjiang Road.
Zhang Yong had no impression of No. 11 Yanjiang Road.
He never looks at the house number. Therefore, he definitely does not have the talent of an agent. His memory is too poor.
Arrive at Yanjiang Road.
Zhang Yong slowed down the car and started to look at the house number.
As a result, I unexpectedly discovered that there is no formal house number on Yanjiang Road.
There is no complete planning on Yanjiang Road. There are all kinds of random buildings built by oneself. Therefore, the Civil Affairs Bureau has not registered the house number here at all.
Okay, it seems like someone has tricked you?
Maybe there was no one here at all. He was deliberately making his trip in vain.
Mud...
Just as I was about to scold my mother, I suddenly saw a large sign placed on the roadside in front of me, with the number 11 written gorgeously...
The curse words came to my mouth and then retracted. Okay. I misunderstood. Someone.
Monitor the map and find a person there.
There was no weapon sign, but there was a money sign. So I immediately cheered up.
I approached quietly. I unexpectedly discovered that No. 11 was actually a bar. I was a little surprised. There was actually a bar on Yanjiang Road?
impossible……
He has passed by here before.
Although my memory is said to be very poor, there really isn’t one in the bar!
Suspicion.
Be cautious secretly.
That Mrs. Lin may have some tricks up her sleeve.
Caution is the boat……
He waved his hand to signal others to get out of the car. He was on alert all around.
After making sure there was nothing unusual, Zhang Yong got out of the car and approached the bar. He found that there was indeed only one person inside.
Not a beauty.
But a very old man.
His hair and beard are all white, his eyes are small, and he is squatting on the chair of a master and smoking welding smoke in a very unqualified manner.
The long cigarette rod seemed to be made of pure copper. Every time he exhaled and inhaled, sparks flew out randomly. The copper cigarette rod also seemed to be faintly red. Zhang Yong did not dare to approach easily.
In martial arts novels, such an old man is often a master of the game and cannot be easily offended.
The pure copper tobacco stick in his hand is the most powerful weapon.
Just tap acupuncture points.
At worst, the heavenly spirit cover will be lifted.
It's better to be careful.
Fortunately, I have a gun and am calm.
First prepare the Colt M1911 large-caliber pistol.
If something goes wrong, draw your gun immediately.
No matter how skilled you are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives.
I don’t believe that an 11.43 mm caliber bullet cannot kill an old guy...
"You are very careful..." The old man blew out smoke rings, but his voice was very clear.
"Where is Mrs. Lin?" Zhang Yong was still highly vigilant.
"How could she come to see you in person? You are not qualified to see her yet."
"Who are you?"
"You can call me Fan Liangchen. You can also call me Old Man Fan. Or Lao Fan. Of course, you can also call me Mr. Fan."
"What are you doing here?"
"This is a long story. Are you sure you want to stand up and say it?"
"explain."
"Of course we are talking about business. You are very capable, and you were able to get the latest design drawings of the North Carolina-class battleship."
"I didn't get it. It was found from a Japanese spy."
Zhang Yong frowned secretly.
Mrs. Lin and her gang are very well-informed!
How long had it been since she gave the drawings to McFarland? She actually knew about it? She even sent someone to find her!
Do information dealers make money like this?
I'm so excited. I really want to join. But I'm worried about being cheated...
"Any more?"
"drawing."
"Want to rob?"
"USD.Buy."
"there is none left."
Zhang Yong answered cautiously.
It is true that there is no more. But even if there is, he still answers like this.
There is no way, he is a vulnerable group now!
He was completely unfamiliar with the international intelligence arena. He had no guide.
In the Fuxing Society Secret Service, Li Boqi was his guide. However, when he entered the international stage, Li Boqi could not help him.
"I can teach you some kung fu."
"Nine Yin? Nine Yang?"
"The empty door."
"What?"
"It's just stealing skills."
"What?"
"Don't you understand? It's a thief! A thief! A thief!"
Fan Liangchen suddenly became angry.
He felt that Zhang Yong did it on purpose.
I just wanted him to say the three words "thief". But he didn't like these three words.
He is a thief! He is not a thief!
"oh……"
"You are very talented, I decided to accept you as my disciple."
"Cheating me for tuition?"
"Do you know who I am?"
"have no idea."
"There are thirteen provinces in the north and south. Each province has a thief king, and I am one of them."
"Sounds awesome."
"After I die, the property I leave behind will be yours."
"I believe it."
"That's good. I'll practice it for you now."
"What?"
"Come over here."
"do what?"
"come over."
Zhang Yong then walked over.
Suddenly he felt a figure flash in front of him. He subconsciously drew his gun.
result……
It seems that the atmosphere is a bit awkward.
Fan Liangchen stared blankly at his empty hands.
Something feels wrong...
Huh?
Zhang Yong actually has nothing on him?
How can it be?
But he took out a gun again...
this……
For a while, Fan Liangchen couldn't stand it anymore.
No reason!
Did he actually make a mistake?
He is a veritable king of thieves! Thirteen provinces in the north and south...
Over there, Zhang Yong was also a little surprised.
I was surprised, but not confused.
Fan Liangchen's movements were so fast. He was actually faster than he could draw his gun.
Totally unexpected.
They underestimated each other.
Fortunately, the other party didn't give me a few knives.
Otherwise, it's hard to say whether you can still shoot smoothly after being hit by a knife.
Too careless...
The other party is indeed a master.
"You are a bit stupid..."
"You react too slowly."
Fan Liangchen suddenly woke up and began to cover up his embarrassment.
He couldn't feel anything from Zhang Yong's body. This made him embarrassed. Fortunately, he also discovered Zhang Yong's huge flaw.
"I didn't say I was a master..." Zhang Yong responded angrily.
"I can help you." Fan Liangchen changed his mind and said, "I will make your reaction faster. I will ensure that you will not be attacked by others in the future."
"Is there a fee?"
"Of course not. I made a mistake. You are not suitable for practicing the Flying Dragon Cloud Detector..."
"What hand?"
"My unique skill: Flying Dragon Cloud Detector."
"Did you plagiarize?"
Zhang Yong's secret resentment.
Feilong Tanyunshou, you have the nerve to say it.
Is that Li Xiaoyao’s unique skill?
Can you compare with Li Xiaoyao?
My mind changed.
You say I'm not suitable for practicing? Then I insist on practicing.
Deliberately making it more difficult for you.
If I can't learn, it's not that I'm stupid. It's that you don't know how to teach.
In short, you are the one who has no ability...
"I want to learn this flying dragon cloud-detecting technique."
"You are not talented enough..."
"Forget it."
"Don't."
Fan Liangchen was run on.
He squatted back on the Taishi chair again, puffing and puffing on a cigarette.
The pure steel cigarette rod gradually became hot as he smoked it, and began to turn red. It became redder and redder. Finally, it turned into a bright red stick.
Good guy. If you are addicted to smoking to such an extent, you must have at least grade 10 lung cancer.
It’s not easy to live till now!
"When was this bar built? I don't remember it before?"
"yesterday."
"What?"
Zhang Yong was surprised.
It turns out that it was rushed out yesterday!
No wonder...
I really thought I had Alzheimer’s disease!
Fortunately, my memory has not collapsed to the point of hopelessness. I will not even remember how many sons I have in a while...
"I made a decision!"
"Accept you as my disciple!"
Fan Liangchen suddenly stopped smoking and knocked hard on the armrest of the Taishi's chair with his dry tobacco pole.
Zhang Yong looked at the other party silently and had no reaction at all.
Have you decided? I didn't agree...
Then I saw Fan Liangchen take out a gold ingot...
It's so big. Bigger than a fist.
Huh?
What's this?
Gold ingot? Real? Fake?
Damn, it can’t be true, can it? Such a big one?
Bigger than your own fist?
"this……"
"This is a meeting gift for you."
"Um?"
"I, Fan Liangchen, have never had a disciple in my life. Today is unprecedented."
"etc."
Zhang Yong felt that the other party's acting skills were very realistic.
Mrs. Lin is really amazing. In order to seduce herself, she planned such a clever scene?
Find an old guy, pretend to be some kind of thief king, and lure yourself into the trap?
If you really become a disciple, then you are still not allowed to listen to the master's words in the future? If you don't listen, then you are deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors!
He was going to be stabbed with three swords and six holes, and soaked in a pig cage...
Damn, this wishful thinking can be heard in New York...
"One is not enough?"
"Okay. I'll give you one pair. The other one is a gift to my apprentice's wife in advance."
"Well……"
Zhang Yong felt like his eyes were filled with flowers.
Fan Liangchen had another gold ingot in his hand.
It's also a big one. It's very realistic. It looks real. The counterfeiting technology is top-notch.
Reach out.
Bring over a gold ingot.
He wanted to see what kind of material it was made of. It was so lifelike.
After you learn it, you will fake a lot of it in the future and then deceive others.
result……
The more he looked at it, the more wrong it became.
This doesn't seem to be fake. It seems to be real.
He has no other skills, but he still has the ability to identify gold.
After all, he has so much gold in his hands. He has perfected his touch.
Gradually I became a bit confused...
Is it really gold?
Such a big piece of gold weighs at least three kilograms!
Converted, that’s 1,500 grams! About the same as five large yellow croakers.
incredible……
Five large yellow croakers...
Still don't quite believe it.
Turning around, he looked at the proud Fan Liangchen.
"real?"
"Of course. How can the things that my bandit commander brought out be fake?"
"The handsome thief?"
Zhang Yong was immediately choked.
I'm so faint. Don't use your name randomly! Defile the word "stealer handsome"!
Who is the handsome thief?
He is so handsome!
Are you as handsome and handsome as Chu Liuxiang, and as skilled in martial arts?
absurd……
However, more absurd things are yet to come.
After his appraisal, he was convinced that the two gold ingots were genuine. They were both heavy pieces of gold. They were guaranteed to be replaced if they were fake.
Tangled...
Do you want to become a disciple?
If you become a disciple, you will receive two large gold ingots.
These are ten large yellow croakers!
Ten large yellow croakers!
A full 3,000 grams of gold! A meeting gift from the master to his apprentice!
Frankly speaking, this is simply holding Zhang Yong's lifeline. As long as he becomes a disciple, he will have ten big yellow croakers. How could he miss it?
but……
What if we need to deceive our teachers and destroy our ancestors in the future?
He wants gold, fame, fame, and ruthlessness...
no.
Have to think of a workaround.
You, Mrs. Lin, have many tricks, and I, Zhang Yong, also have many crooked ideas.
He didn't learn much from the good ones, but he learned all the crooked ways.
"that……"
"My dear disciple, if you have anything to say, speak directly."
"I can't take you as my teacher."
"Why?"
"The fortune teller said that if my fortune is too strong, it will defeat the master. If I worship you as my master, you will die unexpectedly at any time..."
"Nonsense! There is no such thing. I don't believe in this evil."
"But I believe it! What if it really works? You are so good to me, I can't kill you, right?"
"Then what do you want?"
"You accept a disciple on behalf of your master. You accept me as your junior brother. I call you senior brother. Our master should have passed away. Then my fate cannot defeat him, nor can it defeat you. It's the best of both worlds. What do you think?"
"Zhang Yong..."
"Senior brother, tell me."
"I discovered that your shamelessness is beyond my imagination!"
"Have it?"
"I was indeed acting just now. I invited you to join the game. But now, I find that you really can inherit my mantle..."
"you flatter me."
"No, no, I'm serious. My biggest flaw is that I'm not as shameless as you..."
"Brother, I am actually a good person. Really."
"Okay. I'll accept you as a disciple on behalf of my master. I'll accept you as my junior disciple. I'll blame you for your shamelessness. You won't suffer any loss when you meet other bastards in the future. Maybe you can even help me find my place. All of them combined
, are not as shameless as you. You have a future..."
"Well……"
Zhang Yong:……
Is this a compliment to me?
probably……
Just take it as such.
Quickly put away the two gold ingots.
The gold has been obtained. The rest doesn't matter. If you have time, let's talk slowly.
