Zhang Yong led the team back to Jigexiang headquarters.
First of all, we came to the Finance Department. Turn in all gold bars. And the ocean.
Put out the heavy boxes. Open.
Suddenly the room was filled with golden light.
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
The entire finance department was alarmed.
Even the most knowledgeable person has never seen so many gold bars.
This is not the treasury!
Many people's eyes were wide open.
Nothing but wonder. Countless people watched.
Various exclamations attracted all the nearby agents. Dai Yice just returned from his shift at the train station. He hurriedly approached Zhang Yong.
"Shaolong, did you steal the Japanese invaders' treasury?"
"No……"
"The Japanese gave you so many gold bars?"
"happen……"
"Oh my God! The Japanese will definitely go crazy."
"maybe!"
Zhang Yong replied dully. Can't get excited.
Whether the Japanese would go crazy, he didn't know. However, he was really heartbroken.
I watched helplessly as so many gold bars were handed over.
They are all golden and heavy gold bars, and they are all good things. But not my own.
Although I tried my best to get one, two, or three sticks, I couldn't get a few in the end.
well……
Make wedding clothes for others...
If Mader had known about it, he would not have smashed it publicly.
If you expose yourself, you will lose your own share.
"Don't squeeze!"
"Don't squeeze!"
Chen Qingquan, chief of the finance section, personally counted the items.
There were too many people watching, which made him a little nervous. I'm afraid someone will rob me.
Not to mention, money and silk are very attractive. With so many gold bars, who wouldn’t be tempted?
Fortunately, the order at the scene was okay.
Everyone just watched. No hands-on.
After all, this is the Fuxing Society.
Zhang Yong's men are all fully armed and watching eagerly!
Start by counting the big gold bars. That is, the big yellow croaker. Twelve and one. One tael is about 30 grams. One stick is more than 300 grams.
"twenty……"
"forty……"
"eighty……"
Finished. A total of eighty-seven large yellow croakers. A total of more than eight hundred taels.
Just these dozens of large gold bars would blind everyone’s titanium eyes. It’s hard to imagine just how much. Not to mention there are small gold bars.
"Fifty……"
"one hundred……"
"one hundred fifty……"
There are one hundred and fifty-three small gold bars in total. One tael per root. About 30 grams.
This is another huge sum of money.
The value of gold is very high. One tael of gold can be exchanged for hundreds of oceans. If it's the black market, you can exchange for more.
Moreover, gold must be returned to the national treasury. The Fuxing Society can only keep it temporarily. The final step is to notify the Ministry of Finance to come and take it away. Or deliver it to the Treasury in person. Otherwise, it is considered a violation.
Of course, those gold bars that end up in private pockets don’t count. After handing over, there will also be a certain degree of refund.
After these gold bars are registered, where do they end up?
No one knows.
The Finance Department has two accounts. One for internal use and one for external use.
There are so many things here that Zhang Yong doesn't want to understand, nor does he want to know. Those are all things arranged by the higher-ups. It has nothing to do with him.
After counting, Chen Qingquan was still in disbelief. His eyes were filled with golden light.
So I changed people and continued counting.
I'm sure it's true. The large gold bar is 87, and the small gold bar is 153, which is dozens of kilograms.
But I still worry about making mistakes. Let a third group of people do the counting. I'm sure it's true. Only then was it sealed. Apply seal. Pack it up. Store in warehouse.
It is estimated that tonight, the Finance Department will send extra manpower to work the night shift.
"Come, Shaolong, sign."
"good."
Zhang Yong signed his name.
This was collected by him. Of course the result is on his head.
Chen Qingquan smiled like Maitreya Buddha.
Others are paying attention to how many spies Zhang Yong has captured. He paid attention to how much money Zhang Yong made back.
The Fuxing Society's finances have never been so rich.
Ever since Zhang Yong joined the Fuxing Society, the Fuxing Society has been in short supply. It seems to be money.
When Zhang Yong was in Shanghai, he dug out so many Japanese spies. Since then, the finance section chief's weight has skyrocketed.
How can I not gain weight if I am carefree, generous and fat, and never worry about running out of money?
"And Dayang, please order." Chen Qingquan said with a smile, "Come on, Shaolong, come in and sit down. Have a cup of tea."
"No. You are all the gods of wealth. Don't dare to disturb me." Zhang Yong forced a smile.
"You are the real God of Wealth." Chen Qingquan said with a smile on his face sincerely, "Everyone calls you the Good Fortune Boy!"
"Okay!" Zhang Yong did not refuse.
Chen Qingquan definitely means no harm. He keeps sending money, and the other party is naturally very happy. What's a cup of tea?
Haha, this guy's name is easy to remember. Don't know if you like to learn English?
I sat in the finance department and drank some Longjing tea. Wait until Dayang has finished counting. Seal. Warehousing. Only then did he sign. leave. The others went back to the dormitory to rest. He came to see Mao Renfeng.
"The good boy is back." Mao Renfeng also smiled. He is becoming more and more like Maitreya Buddha.
This guy's nickname is Smiling Tiger. Every time Zhang Yong saw the other party, he didn't dare to take it lightly.
There are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames.
Once this guy becomes an enemy, he is absolutely terrifying. Fortunately, they are not enemies yet.
"It happens. It happens." Zhang Yong could only explain it this way.
Otherwise, what else could be done?
He also didn't expect that Yan Ruzi would harbor so many things.
I just casually dug down with my hoe and found a cornucopia of treasure. no way. God chases and feeds me. He could only accept it.
"Go in! Your Majesty gave the order. No need to knock on the door." Mao Renfeng said with a smile.
"Yes." Zhang Yong quietly pushed the door open and entered.
I saw Virgo studying a Yuan Qinghua.
This time, Zhang Yong swore that he would never get it wrong. Definitely Yuan Qinghua.
"coming?"
"Virgo!"
"Test your eyesight, what is this?"
"Yuan Qinghua."
"Let's see which kiln it came from?"
"ah?"
Zhang Yong was suddenly stunned.
Go ahead. Which kiln? how could I know?
How about you test me on trigonometric functions? See if I have returned everything to the teacher?
"never mind."
"sit down!"
One look at his expression and Virgo knew that he didn't understand at all.
This kid really doesn't know anything except catching Japanese spies. But this is enough. What's more, the wealth is all over the sky.
He had already known about the news in the Finance Department. It's probably going to be a sensation for a while.
That's fine. Let everyone be happy and happy.
This is the property of the captured spy. It's natural to be happy. Only in this way will everyone be motivated to catch Japanese spies!
"Have you read The Romance of the Three Kingdoms?"
"ah?"
"Didn't read it?"
"I……"
Zhang Yong was ashamed.
Made. Completely forgot about it.
Oops. Where was the damn Romance of the Three Kingdoms?
faint……
"Give you a month to adapt. After one month, I have to test you."
"yes."
Zhang Yong suddenly felt as if he had been granted amnesty.
Oh my god, that's scary. I thought I was going to be criticized soon!
One month. fine. You have to read it anyway. In fact, he had also read it in his previous life. There is basic common sense.
The question is, do you think Virgo will ask you very simple questions?
Could he ask, who are the Five Tiger Generals? If it were such a simple question, there would be no need to read it at all.
What you are most afraid of is that he will ask you, what strategic choices will Liu Bei make after giving up Xinye? Please use 800 words to explain the reasons for various choices. And attach a feasibility analysis. Then hit the streets...
"By the way. This is the mausoleum drawing of Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum." Zhang Yong hurriedly changed the subject.
"It's not easy!" Virgo took the drawing. Stack carefully and neatly.
"What a coincidence. I didn't expect that the Japanese spy would also have the drawings in Mrs. Jin's photo studio." Zhang Yong said honestly, "But Wuchuan Xiong San did not reveal the slightest bit."
"This Yan Ruzi has a very serious suspicion." Virgo said slowly, "She must be caught."
"But, I'm not good at catching Chinese people..."
"I know. I'll arrange for others to catch her. You continue to catch the spy."
"yes."
"Go see Wuchuan Xiong San and see what else he has to say."
"yes."
Zhang Yong said goodbye and came out.
Found that Secretary Mao was not there. There is only a small secretary on duty.
The little secretary is also a sweet person. Seeing Zhang Yong's confused look, he immediately walked over pretending to be intentional or unintentional, and whispered: "Captain Zhang, Secretary Mao has gone to the Finance Department."
Zhang Yong then nodded and expressed his gratitude. Then head back to the cell.
What is Mao Renfeng doing in the Finance Department? Definitely go visit it! He probably has never seen so many gold bars.
After reading it, it was natural to start all kinds of secret operations.
Renaissance society turning over all the gold bullion to the treasury?
Thinking too much.
Turning over one-third would be good.
Maybe even not paying a cent.
Who can't make false accounts?
Asking Virgo to hand over all the gold bars would probably make him more heartbroken than himself.
Mad, I feel so sad. How great would it be if that box of gold bars belonged to you.
Just this box of gold bars can buy a lot of stocks. From now on, even if I am paralyzed from the neck down, I can still live my life guarding the golden mountain...
In my wild thoughts, I came to the dungeon.
The guards opened the iron door and then all exited.
No outsiders allowed.
Wuchuan Xiong San would not confess if there were outsiders.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Seeing Zhang Yong come in, Wuchuan Xiong San once again hit the iron railing with his handcuffs and shackles, making loud noises.
Zhang Yong cautiously came to a place about ten meters away from the other party and stopped. If you keep going forward, you might be plotted. He didn't dare to underestimate these spies.
"Are you still alive?" Wuchuan Xiong San seemed a little unwilling.
"Almost died." Zhang Yong answered honestly, "The killer you arranged?"
"The killer has been dispatched, why are you okay?"
"You want something to happen to me?"
"Of course. I'm going to kill you!"
"Almost!"
Zhang Yong did not beautify himself.
Without the map prompt, he would indeed be dead.
If the existence of the killer is not known in advance. He may have died without even knowing how.
At a distance of more than 100 meters, the Japanese veteran could send him to the west with just one shot. real.
"Impossible, where are you hiding..."
"I discovered your killer in advance."
"Nani?"
Wuchuan Xiong San was in disbelief.
An idea flashed in Zhang Yong's mind, and he thought of an excuse.
"actually……"
"you say!"
"actually……"
"Say it!"
Wuchuan Xiong San was furious.
Zhang Yong deliberately whetted the other party's appetite and suddenly sighed.
"actually……"
"Say it! Say it! Say it!"
"I'm afraid of hitting you."
"Say it! Say it!"
"Actually, Yan Ruzi is our undercover agent..."
"Nani?"
Wuchuan Xiong San was stunned for a moment.
Instantly petrified. There is no action. My whole body seemed to be unable to move.
No breaking of handcuffs. No shackles were broken.
"I didn't expect such a coincidence. She was actually the undercover agent I arranged..."
"Baga! Impossible!"
Wuchuan Xiong San suddenly became violent. It was like a volcano erupting.
Even though he was more than ten meters away, Zhang Yong could feel the other party's anger. Enough rage to explode on the spot.
"Baga! Impossible!"
"Impossible! Baga!"
Wuchuan Xiong San banged on the iron railing desperately. With a ferocious expression, he seemed to want to destroy the whole world.
Unfortunately, he couldn't catch Zhang Yong. Zhang Yong, a coward, is too far away from him.
Zhang Yong watched the other party going crazy quietly. He felt that Wuchuan Xiong San might really be going crazy. He couldn't stand so much stimulation.
It was entirely his whim to frame Yan Ruzi.
He didn't think carefully about the consequences. Anyway, just throw dirty water on her.
The Fuxing Society wants to arrest her. She could only hide. You may have to rely on Japanese help. But what if the Japanese want to arrest her too?
hehe. Then there will be a good show. Let's see how long she can hide.
Of course, there is no use talking to Wuchuan Xiong San here. If he goes out in a while, he has to deliberately tell others about it.
Can't catch her. But it can leave her cornered. Beat her to death.
"impossible……"
"impossible……"
Wuchuan Xiong San was still mumbling to himself.
He is no longer angry. There is only despair. Obviously, this news was a huge blow.
"You are going to die, what did I lie to you for?"
"Yan Ruzi and I have known each other for a long time. She is from the Little Knife Society. She had something in my hands. So she promised to work for me."
"She didn't recognize me before. But last time at your Japanese consulate, she recognized me. So she helped me secretly."
"Not only did I find your gold bars, but I also found the blueprints and the radio station..."
Zhang Yong talks eloquently.
Random nonsense. Lots of loopholes.
But it does not matter. It is estimated that Wuchuan Xiong San has no time to think about it.
"What drawing?"
"What radio station?"
Sure enough, Wuchuan Xiong San had completely believed that Yan Ruzi was an undercover agent.
Zhang Yong is not dead, which is the biggest proof.
If Yan Ruzi hadn't tipped off the news, how could Zhang Yong have survived?
"I do not know either!"
"The drawing is the mausoleum drawing of Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. Is it that your Nan agency wants it? Are you planning to blow up Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum?"
"Oh, you said that useless drawing!"
"It's no use?"
"Do you need blueprints to blow up Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum?"
"It doesn't seem to be necessary."
Zhang Yong nodded cooperatively.
He is very honest. As long as what the other person says makes sense, he agrees.
Indeed, there is no need for drawings to blow up Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. But there is a prerequisite, which is to defeat the guards. Obviously, it's not easy.
There are more than 100 people in the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum Guard Brigade. Also fully armed. Loaded with ammunition.
It is impossible to deal with so many people simply by relying on a few spies.
"Whose radio station is it?"
"I have no idea."
"which type?"
"I didn't look carefully."
"Baga! Where is your professionalism? You don't even know this?"
Wuchuan Xiong San suddenly became angry again.
It is tolerable, but what is intolerable? It was so humiliating to feel like I was being caught.
You searched for a radio station, but you didn’t even look at the model number carefully?
With your level, can you still be an agent?
idiot!
If you were an agent of the Japanese Empire, you would have been eliminated long ago.
angry.
But there is nothing to be done.
Wuchuan Xiongsan can only accept the reality sadly. I lost to a rookie.
Fortunately, he is a veteran agent after all. Excellent psychological quality. After gradually calming down, I quickly discovered the loopholes. He asked coldly:
"How did you find those killers?"
(End of chapter)
