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Chapter 884, Oilfield

Of course, it could also be a trap.

Kawashima Yoshiko's call back was so straightforward. Maybe there was a conspiracy behind it.

Will she report to the Japanese army?

Will the Japanese army take action? What action will it take?

Or, Kawashima Yoshiko simply takes action herself and directly sends people to kill herself. Is it all over?

but……

It doesn't matter.

This is Jinling.

He's not afraid.

This is the capital of the country.

There are so many military police stationed there.

If you were eaten by the Japanese invaders in your own capital, you deserved it.

Arrange defense.

Place snipers on the roof of the building.

There are three sniper rifles in total. The firepower is pretty good.

Check the portable space and find that there have been big changes.

The carry-on backpack that can be used to put external items has not changed much. However, the ammunition storage that can only be taken out but cannot be put in has been expanded a lot.

There is a mess of ammunition inside, divided into categories. It seems to be an equipment column. Each equipment column corresponds to a type of ammunition. The upper limit of the quantity is unknown.

The largest number of American-made 62*63mm Springfield rifle bullets, the number is actually 30,000 rounds.

Followed by 43mm Thompson submachine gun ammunition. More than 10,000.

However, there is still only ammunition. No weapons.

The amount of ammunition seemed to be only enough for his own small army. No more would be enough.

Wait patiently...

An hour later, someone drove to the door of Shonan Hotel.

He was a white dot. He was not carrying a weapon. He got out of the car, carrying a briefcase. After entering the hotel, he was immediately controlled.

"Are you a navy?" the other party asked in Japanese. He was also quite fluent.

"That's right. We are the navy." Zhang Yong came forward and answered in Japanese, "Are you sent by Yoshiko Kawashima?"

"Yes. Princess asked me to give you a small tribute."

"Bring it here."

Zhang Yong was rude.

He is currently playing the role of a Japanese invader navy.

It is absolutely impossible to be polite to the people of the puppet Manchukuo. Life or death will be taken away from them.

The other party hurriedly handed over the briefcase.

Zhang Yong opened it directly.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

nice!

This Kawashima Yoshiko knows how to be a good person.

In addition to the banknotes, there was also some U.S. dollars in the briefcase.

It's a pity that there are no gold bars.

But it doesn’t matter. The US dollar is still hard currency.

"well……"

Zhang Yong was very satisfied and put away his briefcase.

Reach out and pat the other person on the shoulder.

"Very good, you guys are friends of our navy."

"Willing to serve the imperial army."

"Yo Xi. If you, Princess, need anything in the future, you can ask our navy for help."

"Yes. I will definitely convey it to you."

"well!"

Zhang Yong waved his hand with satisfaction.

Then he left with the team.

Since you took other people's money, you must let them go.

Cut leeks...

Cut a crop and grow a crop...

Look at the time.

It's early morning again. Alas. I feel so sleepy. I yawn.

Go back to the Chicken Goose Lane headquarters.

rest.

Over there, the traitors looked at each other.

Finally, the traitor who had two fingers chopped off asked slowly: "Gege, what is this..."

"Don't offend the navy." The traitor who arrived with the briefcase whispered, "I made some inquiries. Many aspects are kept secret. There is a deep contradiction between the imperial army and the navy. This is true. The Tokyo Incident has extremely serious consequences.

serious."

"The navy actually came ashore..." the traitor who had two fingers chopped off said angrily, "taking it out on us..."

"Just think of it as a waste of money and disaster. Keep your mouths shut. No one should mention this matter."

"clear."

"No matter who asks, don't mention it. Just pretend that nothing happened."

"But the funds given to the Commercial Bank..."

"Make up for it later."

"clear."

"Leave Jinling as soon as possible. Don't get involved in the internal affairs of the imperial army."

"I know. We'll leave at dawn."

"So much the better."



Dreamless. Deep sleep.

When I woke up, it was already noon the next day.

Open your eyes. Look at your watch.

Oh, it's already eleven o'clock at noon. The sun is very strong outside.

Well……

Slept well.

No one comes to disturb me. I am so happy.

It's good to be the boss! You can control your own time. You don't have to be called up to perform tasks at any time.

get up.

Methodical. Step by step.

I had a good income last night. It seems I can take a rest today. I don’t have to attend work.

OK, I refuse to go to work today...

Anyway, he is now the boss of Jigo Alley, and no one dares to urge him to go to work...

However, I quickly remembered something.

It seems that I need to find Song Ziyu and give her the money in my personal space.

He is desperately trying to make money now. He is addicted and can't quit. If he doesn't make a little bit every day, he always feels uncomfortable. If he continues like this, he may get the nickname "Uncomfortable for Not Making Money". But there doesn't seem to be anything that needs money.

.Daily expenses are reimbursed by spies. Just catch a few spies and you will have living expenses...

right.

Go find Song Ziyu.

Leave some of the money to her.

where is she?

Brazilian barbecue……

Well, let's call and ask first.

Take out your notebook, find the phone number, and call it.

"Hello……"

It's the girl named Xiaomei.

This girl is probably Song Ziyu's maid? A similar role.

"I'm Zhang Yong. Is Tzuyu here?"

"Here! I'll call her right away..."

"No. I'll go to your restaurant for dinner now."

"Okay. I'll tell her right away."

"Thanks."

Zhang Yong hung up the phone.

Then call Yang Zhi.

Take the team to the Brazilian barbecue restaurant.

Song Ziyu was already waiting at the door. The little beauty was standing next to her.

"You're here."

"I came to see you for something."

"come in!"

"good."

Zhang Yong came in and sat down.

Song Ziyu had already arranged the food. The two of them sat down.

The others were eating nearby and didn't think there was anything wrong. The matter between Zhang Yong and Song Ziyu has been settled.

After almost eating, Zhang Yong personally took out a suitcase from the car.

Song Ziyu was confused: "This is..."

"I earned it by catching Japanese spies," Zhang Yong said in a low voice, "I'll leave it all to you."

"Leave it to me? What should I use it for?"

"You decide."

"I do not understand……"

"Ask your aunts. They will definitely understand..."

"oh……"

Song Ziyu gradually understood.

There is some money in it that is probably shady.

After all, Zhang Yong has been walking in the dark, and the source of some money is unknown.

She needs to go through it in front of her aunts and let them know. Then, the money can be seen in the light, and everything will be fine.

Of course, if any aunt needs to move things around or borrow them, that's no problem.

They are all members of the Song family and can operate internally. The Song family also has many people in the Ministry of Finance.

"Then I'll take it."

"good."

Zhang Yong nodded.

Song Ziyu then ordered Xiaomei to take the suitcase away.

As expected, this elimination was arranged by the Song family to serve as Song Ziyu's little follower. He probably had some other skills.

Although Chiang Kai-shek has been advocating the New Life Movement, some ancient customs and habits have not been changed for the time being.

Continue to eat.

Say something pleasant.

I started to have more topics with Song Ziyu.

It’s all thanks to Tang Shengming.

The newspapers and advertisements he provided were indeed very useful.

Although Zhang Yong has never been to Beautiful Country, he has a relatively deep understanding of the general economy of Beautiful Country from those newspapers and advertisements.

"You mean oil fields?" Song Ziyu asked doubtfully.

"Yes. Oil fields." Zhang Yong nodded, "If you can, buy some oil fields. It happens to be very cheap now."

"It's cheap, but it may keep losing money."

“You won’t always lose money.”

Zhang Yong did not elaborate. He could not reveal too much.

He read in the newspaper that there were actually many oil fields being transferred to the beautiful country.

The price is quite attractive. A complete set of mining equipment is also provided. As long as you take over, you can start production immediately. It can be said that the connection is almost seamless.

However, not many people took over.

Because oil prices are currently very low. Oil supply exceeds demand.

It's all caused by the economic crisis.

It is now 1936, and the economic crisis has not yet passed.

Many tycoons, including Rockefeller, were forced to sell oil fields in order to escape the crisis.

The Rockefeller family is a veritable oil king! Even he is not optimistic about the prospects of the oil mining industry. Let alone others?

but!

Zhang Yong knew that there were huge business opportunities here.

As conflicts in the world intensify, countries are beginning an arms race. Starting next year, oil prices will continue to rise.

As the arms race unfolds, the supply of oil will seriously exceed demand.

Germany and Japan are both severely short of oil.

By the end of the war, all the oil and lamps were dry.

At this time, if you have a few oil fields in your hands, you can undoubtedly make a lot of money. You can even get yourself some petroleum products.

As a small person, Zhang Yong did not dare to be greedy for too much. A few mouthfuls were enough.

I can't afford more. It's still an oil field after all.

Even at its cheapest price, it costs tens of thousands of dollars a piece.

Penicillin and the like are too difficult to deal with.

Even a time traveler can't afford it.

I can only speculate...

Of course, white gloves are a must.

One or several Americans must be hired to acquire the oil fields.

If the Chinese come forward directly, that is absolutely not possible. Even if you buy it now, it will be confiscated later.

There is no need for him to care about these details. The Song family knows how to play.

That lady is the best at playing these games. She will definitely not be fooled.

Have fun talking.

The meal is finished.

Get up and say goodbye.

"Remember the birthday dinner in October."

"good."

Zhang Yong agreed wholeheartedly.

Whose birthday party is in October?

Old Chiang Kai-shek.

We have been notified once before. Now we are notified for the second time.

It seems that I must find a decent excuse then...

Return to Chicken Goose Lane headquarters.

Nothing happened in the afternoon.

Go back to the dormitory and continue sleeping.

Sleep until night, get up, eat, take a shower, and then lie down.

So tired.

Need paid time off…

This world is not yours anyway. Why be so anxious...

Suddenly, a yellow dot moved towards me.

Zhang Yong got up and looked outside. He found that it was another underground party field agent named Bao Rui who was with Yu Fei.

That kid Yu Fei is a sleuth in ideological work. But Bao Rui doesn't seem to have any special skills. At least, he hasn't shown it yet.

Bao Rui came to Zhang Yong's door.

"Report!"

"What's up?"

Zhang Yong opened the door and came out.

Bao Rui stood at attention and saluted.

"Team leader, you have your phone number in the duty room."

"Who's calling?"

"He calls himself Miyamoto..."

"oh?"

Zhang Yong raised his eyes.

Miyamoto?

Japanese invaders?

Not bad, the phone calls came to Jigo Alley.

Demonstration?

Okay, let's go and have a look. The thing he's least afraid of is the demonstrations by the Japanese invaders.

Originally, I wanted to lie down today. However, if the spy would not allow himself to lie down, he would have no choice but to continue working.

It just so happened that he had almost cleared away all the wealth in his personal space and gave it to Song Ziyu. He only left some scattered banknotes, which needed to be replenished urgently. He had to catch a few more spies with identities, and then replenish them quickly. Ordinary shrimps,

It can only meet daily needs.

Pick up the phone.

"Your, Zhang Yong's job?"

"That's right. I'm Zhang Yong. If you want to redeem someone, prepare money. I'm easy to talk to."

"I want to change someone."

"Who should I replace him with?"

"You Chinese, anti-Japanese elements."

"No change."

"Baga. I will kill them all."

"Then I will also escort Matsugoro Miyamoto to the street outside. Thirty-six thousand knives, one less..."

"Baga! Come out, I want to fight you!"

"Okay. Tell me the time and place."

"Yuhuatai."

"good."

The other party was very straightforward.

Zhang Yong put down the microphone.

The corners of the mouth turn up.

Haha, you want to trick me into going to Yuhuatai?

Think I'm stupid!

When I go in and out, I take at least fifty people with me.

Prepare now.

fully armed.

Bring five sniper rifles.

Then I quietly rushed to Yuhuatai, but found nothing.

I quietly circled the Yuhuatai, and the map showed that there was not a single red dot.

Could it be...

Zhang Yong's mind moved.

Could it be...

Tune the tiger away from the mountain?

Deliberately transferred himself out of the Jige Alley headquarters?

Return immediately with the team.

No abnormalities were found in the results.

The Chicken Goose Lane headquarters was not attacked. It was very peaceful.

Confuse……

What on earth are the spies doing?

Come see Li Boqi. Explain the situation. Ask for guidance.

"Maintaining the status quo."

"yes."

Zhang Yong agreed.

Then he secretly ordered the Chicken Goose Lane headquarters to be on alert.

If a Japanese spy really dares to attack, he must be told to never come back. However, it is not very quiet.

At the same time, Jinling City seemed to suddenly become quiet.

Well, a feeling.

It's a very mysterious feeling. It's quiet.

It seems there are no more spies.

In other words, all spies no longer have activities.

strangeness……

It always feels like something is wrong.

However, I couldn't tell what was wrong.

This made Zhang Yong feel very uncomfortable.

It was as if someone was hanging in the air, unable to move up or down...

frown……

Forget it, leave it alone for now.

Another night passed. After dawn, Zhang Yong led the team to the consulate of the beautiful country.

I was supposed to come two days ago. But weren't we lazy in the middle? Anyway, it's not the Dragon Boat Festival yet, and it's still far away from the Independence Day of the beautiful country.

A red dot appeared quietly. It was marked. It was the spy hiding in the consulate of the beautiful country.

He drove past Zhang Yong's car without noticing Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong followed him into the consulate.

Explain your intention.

Soon, Henry appeared.

He knew Zhang Yong. Zhang Yong also knew him. He had dealt with him on the Yangtze River before.

At that time, the British cruise ship Uranus was hijacked by Japanese spies. Zhang Yong was on hand to deal with it. At that time, the representative of the beautiful country was Henry.

What impressed Zhang Yong most was that Henry was a boxer and could fight very well.

It seems that someone from the Japanese invaders was beaten?

It seems that the one who was beaten was Isotani Rensuke? Yes, it was him. It was Isotani Rensuke who was beaten.

Zhang Yong didn't see it in person. It was described by others. It was vivid and vivid. It was said that Henry came up with a punch and a left hook. It was very beautiful.

"Zhang, we meet again."

"Mr. Henry, I am flattered..."

"Zhang, we invited you here because we actually want your help."

"I know. Independence Day..."

"No, no, no, it has nothing to do with Independence Day."

"Um?"

Zhang Yong was surprised.

Has nothing to do with Independence Day?

That is to...

"Find me someone."

"who?"

"He disappeared mysteriously."

"who?"

"We suspect that he was secretly kidnapped by the Japanese."

"who?"

Zhang Yong was confused.

You want to tell me your name first!

However, Henry never revealed it. Instead, he took out a photo,

There is not a person in the photo, but a necklace. It seems to be jade? Look carefully, it is indeed jade. It seems to be worth a lot of money.

but……

An emerald necklace…

What does it have to do with looking for someone? Who is the mysterious missing person?

"Zhang, this is for you."

Henry took out another check.

Zhang Yong didn't answer, but glanced at it and frowned quietly.

Ten thousand dollars.

Good guy. This reward is very high.

You must know that the annual salary of an American worker at that time was probably only about one thousand US dollars.

Some don't even have it yet. There are many people who earn two to three hundred dollars a year.

As a result, Henry paid $10,000 directly.

It must be admitted that this is a sky-high price.

real……

"After we find the person, I will give you another twenty thousand dollars." Henry said again.

"Okay." Zhang Yong took the check over.

Got it. Keep it confidential.

Don't ask anything.

Keep your head down to find someone. Then compare it with the jade necklace to identify them.

As for how to use the jade necklace, he didn't ask.

The main focus is on a mute.

"Don't tell anyone. Not even the Americans."

"clear."

"Including all Chinese people. Including your boss."

"clear."

"Start looking for Shanghai."

"I'm going to Shanghai now."

Zhang Yong followed the good deeds like a stream.

Fortunately, there is nothing important here in Jinling.

Then go back to Shanghai.

Thirty thousand dollars!

He is short of money now...

I am also secretly curious. Which uncle was kidnapped?

Worth thirty thousand US dollars? Moreover, the identity cannot be revealed? Could it be the son of some billionaire?

Turn around.

Leave.

Take the bus to Shanghai immediately.

[To be continued]

(End of chapter)


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