Zhu Yuan went to make an appointment. Not coming back so soon.
Zheng Song is still on the phone. I don’t know if it has been opened. Or maybe he got through and his cheap brother-in-law didn't dare to come forward.
Lin Beiqiu is a single player. Seems to have social phobia.
Zhang Yong:......
Forget it, let’s go and do our own thing first!
The guys released from the cell were still waiting for him in the distance! All of them looked very embarrassed.
After giving Zhong Yang a few instructions, he came to Yan Wuji and Ma Donggui.
The expressions on their faces suddenly became unnatural again. That something. Blessings never come together, and misfortunes never come alone.
Not only did he meet Zhang Yong. I also saw Lin Beiqiu. It was Lin Beiqiu who led the people to capture them. You can imagine how embarrassed they would be.
"Yan Wuji?"
"I……"
"Ma Donggui?"
"I……"
The two people whose names were called had complicated expressions.
He seemed to want to say something. But in the end he said nothing. Because I really can’t think of anything to say.
In short, it's just one word: embarrassing.
I was so embarrassed that I wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it. So embarrassed that he could dig out a villa in the ground with his toes.
Zhang Yong was speechless.
In fact, he doesn't like such people.
Three sticks can't even hit a fart. There is no good or bad. Just pure numbness.
I thought they were all very flexible people, but it turned out they were not.
There are no other emotions besides disappointment.
"What are your plans after coming out?" Zhang Yong asked slowly.
silence. No one spoke.
Because I don’t know what to say.
"There is no future for tomb robbers. You will be caught at any time." Zhang Yong said bluntly, "If you do some tricks to deceive ignorant people, you are uneasy. Have you ever thought about changing your life?"
"I haven't thought about it." Ma Donggui answered honestly.
Zhang Yong:......
You pig head!
Have you lost your mind?
God gave you a brain for thinking.
Not for you to sell scraps!
"We won't do anything else!" Yan Wuji was helpless.
"If you are not afraid of death, you can work with me." Zhang Yong got straight to the point, "Follow me to catch the Japanese invaders."
"How to catch it?"
"Of course you follow my orders. If I tell you to arrest him, you will arrest him."
"But……"
Ma Donggui wanted to speak but stopped.
Obviously, he knew the dangers of this.
All require the use of guns.
Look at the people around Zhang Yong, who is not fully armed?
Since they want to be armed to the teeth, it means that what they are going to do is very dangerous. Their enemies must also be armed to the teeth.
conflict. Firefight. Bullets were flying. explode. Injuried. die……
Too dangerous.
They are not mentally prepared for that.
Get a gun.
fight.
None of them have such courage.
Zhang Yong:......
Ruined. Everything I do is a loss-making business.
There were so many people taken out of the prison, but not a single boy who could beat them.
In spy dramas, the protagonist has a very powerful ability to save just anyone. He is also loyal to the protagonist and will never betray him.
Why come to my place, there is no such thing at all?
You see, Huang Shang was rescued. Gone. It was never seen again.
Shi Bingdao and himself gradually became farther apart.
These guys now are all useless. Can't help at all.
depressed……
Aren't you the protagonist?
Don't you have the aura of a king? Don’t you have one or two younger brothers?
Close your eyes.
Take a deep breath.
Waiting for a miracle to happen.
Waiting for someone to jump out, look excited and say to him in a sonorous tone: "I am willing to work with you! I am willing to follow you to catch the Japanese invaders!"
Then he took the lead, marched forward indomitably, and struck a chord with all directions...
However……
No.
Everyone stood there with their heads down. More wood than wood.
have no choice……
The reality is so cruel.
Yan Wuji, Ma Donggui and others chose to leave again.
They left the British Concession. Where will I go in the future? Not sure. Zhang Yong didn't bother to ask. It's no use asking.
Maybe next time, I will meet them in the cell for the third time.
When the time comes, he will definitely not save them again.
Since you like being in jail so much, just spend the rest of your life in a cell.
Came back dull.
He found that Lin Beiqiu was still standing alone.
The policemen he brought seemed to be strangers to him. They all seem to listen to Zheng Song?
"Are you a detective?"
"yes."
"Where are your men?"
"not coming."
"Why didn't you come?"
"They were all arranged to do other things."
"How many are they?"
"Temporarily transferred."
"Are they all Zheng Song's men?"
"Not really. They are all transferred from other departments. Zheng Song said that they are the thorns in each department. They are disobedient and need to be rectified. So he sent them to follow me."
"Yeah?"
Zhang Yong is both angry and funny. A little sad again.
This is the way to punish people!
As a result, your life is worse than death, and your days are like years, but on the surface, there is nothing to criticize.
Job rotation. Substitute. What's the matter?
I asked you to take care of new people, what's the matter? It's reasonable and legal, who are you going to sue?
"you!"
"gather!"
Zhang Yong pointed at the policemen.
Feeling unhappy. Prepare to give them a lesson. They are all thorns, right? Then straighten it out.
Several policemen looked at each other. There was some hesitation.
They seem to be police?
It seems like they don’t need to listen to Zhang Yong?
Zhang Yong is not their boss, so he has no right to give orders to them?
However……
"gather!"
"Did you hear me?"
"Do you deserve a beating?"
Zhang Yong's tone became irritable.
He is no longer the little sheep he was back then.
If there is evolution in life, he has evolved from a little sheep to a big bad wolf.
No. It's Black Wolf. People are black. Dark heart. Black hands.
From the perspective of the Japanese invaders, his hands were stained with the blood of the Japanese invaders. You guys still want to fool around in front of me?
Nunuzui.
Wu Liuqi and others rushed forward immediately.
Call you to assemble! You haven't gathered yet?
You think our Fuxing Society can’t control you, right? My brain is not working...
disobedient? Then educate and educate!
Do you know what it means that Lord Ma has three eyes? He was taught clearly right away.
really……
After a violent beating, I finally felt comfortable.
No one dares not to take Fuxing Society seriously anymore. Each of them stands straighter than a poplar tree.
Zhang Yong sneered.
I've never seen a bad person. Thorny head? Who is the thorn? Let me see where you stabbed it?
What? Back pain? Beaten?
Stand up straight!
Otherwise, keep fighting!
Our Fuxing Society is so rough.
Hit people without saying a word. Kick with your feet. Also use the butt. And whips.
If you are not convinced, come up and challenge.
Looking back at Zheng Song.
Still waiting for the call.
Well, the call is over. But got no reply. So I stayed by the phone.
Missed him. Pity. But it does not matter. I will definitely include him in my next education session.
"stand at attention!"
"Everyone stand still!"
"Anyone who moves will be hit with a stick!"
"Whoever shows his teeth again will have his teeth knocked out! I am not Cao Jianzhang!"
Zhang Yong said coldly.
Sure enough, no one dared to move.
There are cruel bullies all around. Who dares to move?
These bullies really hit people!
"Shaolong!"
"Shaolong!"
Suddenly I heard Zhu Yuan's cry.
Zhang Yong turned around. It was discovered that Zhu Yuan was back.
Behind Zhu Yuan, there was a very sassy and capable girl.
Young indeed.
Beautiful indeed.
It's just a little... too beautiful.
When Zhang Yong originally said beautiful, he actually meant not too ugly. Unsightly.
But Zhu Yuan seemed to have misunderstood. Just find him a character of the level of Monica Bellucci. It’s almost comparable to France’s most beautiful woman, Sophie Marceau!
Fortunately, he has dealt with beautiful women more often. There is some determination.
Although he was turbulent in his heart, he was sanctimonious on the surface. He looks like a gentleman. There is no color soul granting for the time being.
Hold still.
Hold still.
Can't waste it now...
"Shaolong, I found the person you want." Zhu Yuan said, "You can communicate with her directly! I have paid ten dollars for you. You have to pay me back!"
"No problem. I'm not short of money." Zhang Yong gave Zhu Yuan one hundred dollars with a wave of his hand.
Originally, I asked you to find someone with a score of 80 or above. As a result, you find one with a score of 95 or above. Nothing said. Reward. The remaining ninety dollars was the reward.
The more good things like this the better in the future.
Brother philanthropy. Regardless of nationality.
oh. Except for the dark ones...
Zhu Yuan took the dollar and stepped aside with a smile.
"Miss Catherine?"
"Mr. Zhang Shaolong?"
"Yes. You can call me Shaolong. I have something and I want to ask Miss Catherine for help?"
"Mr. Zhang Shaolong, I have invented a membership system. As long as you deposit five hundred dollars with me. Or five hundred pounds. I will be here at your call..."
"make a deal!"
Zhang Yong immediately took out five hundred pounds.
membership?
OK! A warm welcome.
Are there any other services?
For example...
Stop it!
Stop it!
Business matters!
"Thank you!" Catherine took the pound with a smile, put it away, then suppressed her smile and said seriously, "Mr. Shaolong, what do you want to report?"
"I haven't thought about it yet. But I hope you can follow me. Even if it's just collecting news materials." Zhang Yong said, "It should be okay to take up a few days of your time."
"Of course no problem. Five pounds an hour."
"Miss Catherine, it's a shame that you don't go into business."
"Wrong, wrong, wrong, I don't make as much money from doing business."
"Right."
Zhang Yong nodded.
This British girl is such an honest person!
Which businessman makes more money than she does? He really regarded himself as being taken advantage of. Five pounds an hour!
That's £120 a day.
Fortunately she dared to speak. The average salary of future generations of British people, even in 2023, will not be 120 pounds a day...
"My dad is Minister Anderson. I can help you with many things."
"That's no problem."
Zhang Yong immediately changed his tune.
This Zhu Yuan. Don’t you even know her background?
Her father is Anderson? Is it the British Minister? Just right. I like this rich second generation the most. Absolutely top-notch destruction.
Especially women. Incompetent bungler.
(Destruction effect +999999%. Trigger one-hit fatal effect at any time.)
"Well, come with me! You have a camera!"
"Of course. But there is an additional charge for the photos..."
Seeing Zhang Yong's raised eyebrows, Catherine felt that she had gone too far, so she said: "One film, one pound."
"That's pretty much it." Zhang Yong's eyebrows slowly opened.
He can accept the price.
Film at that time was extremely expensive. The market price is about the same.
"You're talking about a roll of film. Not a sheet."
"It's a roll. More than thirty sheets. Not one sheet."
"good!"
Zhang Yong nodded.
After making sure there was no objection, he accepted.
Turning to look at Zheng Song.
Why haven't you called yet? Why hasn't there been any movement?
Your cheap brother-in-law?
Isn't it because I can't get through?
Or was there an expert on the other end of the phone who was aware of his trap, so he didn't send anyone to show up?
Eyes narrowed. Deliberately shouting loudly:
"Xiao Zheng!"
"Xiao Zheng!"
(End of chapter)
