"Wang Zhiqiang, Zhou Baosheng, Tang Wande..."

"Where is the home?"

“No. 73 Food Street…”

"Who is there in the family?"

"One old lady, two sisters..."

“How much salary did you pay in the month?”

"Seven, seven yuan..."

“Which bank is from?”

"Central Bank..."

“Is it enough?”

“Port…”

Zhang Yong blurted out and felt good immediately.

That question seems to be meaningless, but I dare not say anything. I answered honestly.

It is indeed used for ports.

Seven yuan. Nothing can be done.

The paper money back then was not valuable. It was the most popular with the ocean.

Seven yuan banknotes are not as purchasing power as a ocean. Is it impossible for him to have a small policeman like him to have an ocean?

Suddenly I felt a relaxed behind my back.

The middle-aged man took away his leg gun.

I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. I was no longer so scared.

"Go and check!" said the middle-aged man with Triangular eyes. At the same time, he inserted his leg gun back to his waist.

"No." Someone agreed to leave.

Only then did Zhang Yong realize that there were seven men in gray behind him.

They all wore dark gray Zhongshan suits.

Everyone was carrying guns. There were two machine guns. It seemed like the American Thomson?

Good guy. He used such a fierce weapon and that kind of gun, and it felt like there was no problem on the battlefield.

"I said, why did the rickshaw driver come home?"

"I don't know. I should be very rich anyway. Otherwise, he would definitely go out and continue to attract customers. At that time, the most customers were. One person could get several cents in the early days."

"So, is he wrong to not deny a normal rickshaw driver?"

"He Fengyue himself."

"How do I determine whether he is himself?"

"Anyway, he can tell. He can smell the smell of them."

Zhang Yong insisted.

The middle-aged man with Triangle eyes did not shut up and smoked silently.

Zhang Yong didn't smoke, and he was disgusted with the smell of smoke. But he didn't dare to move. He didn't want to be a villain from the club, so he didn't want to provoke him.

The rickshaw driver never came out. Has Keke gone to bed?

When you sleep in the big red sky, you are either traitor or robber.

"He had a normal solicitor yesterday. But no tomorrow."

"ah?"

Zhang Yong opened his mouth.

No...

I was confused. I didn't know how to analyze it.

"Actually, they have been staring at him for five days. There was nothing unusual in the first four days."

"oh……"

Zhang Yong didn't dare to say anything more.

If you say too much, you will be wrong. If you cause misunderstandings, you will be sent to enjoy the tiger bench.

He couldn't stand any of the tortures of the Military Control Commission.

Fortunately, he doesn't deny spies. There is no secret. Otherwise, he would have done everything wrong.

"But they didn't know him before..."

"He will not be the one who is himself."

Zhang Yong's voice was weak, but he was very serious.

That matter is definitely not true. The rickshaw driver must be no Yue himself.

If he doesn't, he will eat the system.

"If he really is Fengyue himself, that would be interesting..."

The middle-aged man in Triangle eyes talked to himself.

Zhang Yong heard a deep and profound feeling from his tone.

So terrible...

Those people are asking for life.

Even if Fuyue himself falls into their legs, it will definitely not be easy.

silence.

wait.

The rickshaw driver never came out.

Time gradually passed by an hour.

Khan, I was scolded very much. The fiat currency was not issued at the beginning of the book. The paper currency mentioned there is no denying fiat currency.
Chapter completed!