"Ring ring ring..."

"Ring ring ring..."

The phone suddenly rang again.

Zhang Yong casually picked up the microphone and said nothing.

As a result, the person over there didn't say anything. Then he hung up the phone.

Rats!

Since the call came, why didn't you speak?

I, Zhang Yong, dare to operate on Zhang Xiaolin in Shanghai. Are you not as good as me?

Aren’t all of them usually quite powerful?

What? I, Zhang Yong, just made a move and I am already afraid of you?

Actually it's not necessary.

I, Zhang Yong, also have weaknesses.

The most fatal weakness is greed for money and lust.

You need to prescribe the right medicine...

"Ring ring ring..."

"Ring ring ring..."

The phone suddenly rang again.

Zhang Yong sat down, tilted his head back, and put his legs on the table.

Then he lazily picked up the phone.

"Are you the Commissioner? I'm Li Baipu! Do you still remember me?"

"Oh, Master Li, remember. Is there something wrong?"

"Well, as the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, our boss Huang has prepared something for the Commissioner..."

"I'm interested. Come here!"

"Okay. I'll be there soon. I'll be there soon."

"Wait for you."

Zhang Yong hung up the phone.

I tilted my head and thought about it. Mid-Autumn Festival? Is it coming soon?

Sure enough, Master is good at talking. It’s not yet the Chinese Valentine’s Day or the Ghost Festival!

That won't work.

You can’t just give Mid-Autumn Festival gifts!

I want it for Chinese Valentine's Day too.

I want it for the Hungry Ghost Festival too.

I am not afraid of ghosts or anything like that. I will also accept gifts during the Ghost Festival.

"Ring ring ring..."

"Ring ring ring..."

Suddenly, the phone rang again.

Zhang Yong casually picked up the microphone and looked to see who it was.

As it turned out, it was Ma Meisong's voice. No, it was Ma Meisong, Du Yuesheng's master.

He used to be Huang Huangrong's master. Now he is Du Yuesheng's.

It seems that they have a good understanding!

Anyway, I came to Shanghai not for them.

The person he wants to kill is a traitor, but they are not. There is no need to embarrass each other this time.

"Mr. Commissioner..."

"Come here. I've been waiting for your gift for a long time."

"The Commissioner's words are really like a breath of fresh air."

"Tell Boss Du that as long as he doesn't do anything for the Japanese, I won't embarrass him."

"I understand. I understand. We have no contact with the Japanese."

"That's good. Come here!"

"He'll be there soon. He'll be there soon."

"good."

Zhang Yong hung up the phone.

My mood started to feel better.

It seems that I will receive two more generous gifts.

Sure enough, people need to be thick-skinned, dark-hearted, and thick-faced in order to seek personal gain.

This will be even more true when doing business with foreigners in the future.

Foreigners also have dark hearts. Bob is a typical example.

He asked for 20% of the profit as soon as he opened his mouth. He was joking, but he pretended to be sanctimonious.

He is clearly a robber, but he acts like a civilized person.

So does MacFarlane.

When you need yourself, speak sweetly.

Just disappear when you are no longer needed.

Now, what China needs most is international assistance. As a result, MacFarlane disappeared.

Even Catherine distanced herself from the relationship and said she could only provide some help privately. It was impossible for the Chamberlain government to provide assistance.

Even secret assistance is not enough. It is tantamount to deliberately giving China to the Japanese invaders.

They are all a bunch of jackals! They have very dark hearts.

"Crack!"

There was a gunshot from below.

Zhang Yong was indifferent.

Someone must have tried to be tough. Then...

The map showed two blue dots sandwiching a white dot. We soon arrived outside.

"Commissioner."

"Bring it in!"

"yes."

Two bald heads escorted a man in a suit in.

The man in the suit is still a little irritable. Maybe he drank too much. Or maybe he feels that he has someone to rely on.

"Who is your backstage?" Zhang Yong asked directly.

"I, I, my godfather is Han Fuju..." the other party replied with wide eyes.

"Han Fuju?" Zhang Yong tilted his head and looked at him.

This name is so familiar.

The current boss of Shandong Province.

But they will be shot next year because they were defeated and collapsed without a fight.

I thought it was who it was, but it turned out to be Han Fuju.

Okay, give him face.

"Drag him out and beat him hard."

"yes."

Pull the man in the suit out immediately.

In the corridor outside, he was beaten so violently that he vomited blood on the spot.

"Pull back."
To be continued...