Zhang Yong led the team back to the headquarters of Ji'e Lane.

First of all, I came to the Finance Section. Turn in all gold bars. And the ocean.

Lay out the heavy boxes. Open it.

Suddenly the house was filled with golden light.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

The entire Finance Section was alarmed.

Even the most well-informed have never seen so many gold bars.

Again, this is not the treasury!

A lot of people's eyes are wide open.

Except for exclamation or exclamation. Countless people watched.

All kinds of exclamations attracted all the nearby agents. Dai Yice happened to be returning from his shift at the train station. He hurriedly approached Zhang Yong's side.

"Shaolong, did you copy the Japanese prisoner's vault?"

"No ......"

"The Japanese gave you so many gold bars?"

"It Happens ......"

"Oh my God! The Japanese will go absolutely crazy. ”

"Perhaps!"

Zhang Yong replied sullenly. Can't lift up.

Whether the Japanese will go crazy or not, he does not know. However, he really felt heartache.

Watching so many gold bars be handed in.

It's all golden, heavy gold bars, and it's all good things. But not their own.

Although I tried to covet one or two, two or three in the middle, I couldn't get a few after all.

Alas......

to make wedding garments for others......

Made, if he had known, he would have smashed it publicly.

The exposure is not their own.

"Don't squeeze!"

"Don't squeeze!"

Chen Qingquan, chief of the financial section, personally counted the inventory.

There were too many onlookers, which made him a little nervous. I'm afraid that someone will rob it.

Not to mention, wealth is moving. With so many gold bars, who wouldn't be tempted?

Fortunately, the order of the scene is okay.

Everyone was just watching. There is no hands-on one.

After all, this is the Renaissance Society.

Zhang Yong's subordinates are all fully armed, eyeing them!

Start by counting the large gold bars. That is, large yellow croaker. Eleven-two-one. One tael is about 30 grams. One is more than 300 grams.

"Twenty ......"

"Forty ......"

"Eighty ......"

Click. There are 87 large yellow croakers. It's more than eight hundred taels.

These dozens of large gold bars alone brighten up everyone's titanium dog eyes. It's hard to imagine exactly how many. Not to mention the small gold bars.

"Fifty ......"

"One Hundred ......"

"One Hundred and Fifty ......"

There are a total of one hundred and fifty-three small gold bars. One tael each. About 30 grams.

That's another huge amount of money.

The value of gold is very high. One or two pieces of gold can be exchanged for hundreds of oceans. If it's on the black market, you can redeem more.

Moreover, gold must be returned to the treasury. The Renaissance Society can only be kept temporarily. Eventually, the Ministry of Finance had to be notified to come and take it. Or send it to the Ministry of Finance in person. Otherwise, it's a violation.

Of course, those gold bars that fall into private pockets do not count. After handing it in, there will also be a certain degree of return.

Once registered, where do these bars end up?

No one knows.

The Finance Section has two accounts. One internal, one external.

Zhang Yong didn't want to know about it, and he didn't want to know. It was all arranged by the upper echelons. It has nothing to do with him.

After the count, Chen Qingquan was still in disbelief. His eyes were full of golden light.

So the substitution continued.

I'm sure it's right. 87 large gold bars, 153 small gold bars, dozens of catties.

But there is still a fear of mistakes. Change to a third group of people to count. I'm sure it's right. This is then sealed. Affix the seal. Pack it up. Stored in the treasury.

It is estimated that tonight, the Finance Department will have to send additional personnel to work the night shift.

"Come, Shaolong, sign."

"Okay."

Zhang Yong signed his name.

He took it back. The results were, of course, on his head.

Chen Qingquan smiled like Maitreya Buddha.

Others are concerned about how many Japanese spies Zhang Yong has caught. He is concerned about how much money Zhang Yong has recovered.

The finances of the Renaissance Society have never been so wealthy.

Since Zhang Yong joined the Fuxing Society, the Fuxing Society has no shortage of the most. It's like money.

When Zhang Yong was in Shanghai, he dug up so many Japanese spy big fat sheep. Since then, the weight of the chief financial officer has skyrocketed.

Carefree, wide-hearted and fat, never worried about lack of money, can you not gain weight?

"And the ocean, you order." Chen Qingquan said with a smile, "Come, Shaolong, come in and sit down." Have a cup of tea. ”

"Nope. You are all gods of wealth. Don't dare to bother. Zhang Yong barely managed to squeeze out some smiles.

"You are the real God of Wealth." Chen Qingquan smiled all over his face, sincerely, "Everyone everywhere calls you a good wealth boy!" ”

"Okay!" Zhang Yong did not refuse.

Chen Qingquan definitely had no malicious intent. He kept sending money, and the other party was naturally very happy. What's a cup of tea?

Hehe, this guy's name is very easy to remember. Don't know if you like learning English?

I sat down in the finance department and drank some Longjing tea. Wait for the ocean to be counted. Sealed. Storage. That's when it was signed. Leave. The others went back to their dorms to rest. He came to see Mao Renfeng.

"The Rich Boy is back." Mao Renfeng was also smiling. More and more like Maitreya Buddha.

This guy is nicknamed the Smiling Tiger. Every time Zhang Yong saw the other party, he didn't dare to take it lightly.

There are only wrong names, no wrong nicknames.

Once this guy becomes an enemy, it is definitely a very terrifying existence. Fortunately, it is not an enemy for the time being.

"It just so happened. By coincidence. Zhang Yong can only explain it like this.

Otherwise, what else?

He didn't expect that Yan Ruzi would harbor so many things.

I went down with a hoe casually, and I actually dug up a cornucopia. No way. God chased after the food. He can only accept it.

"Let's go inside! The seat commanded. No need to knock on the door. Mao Renfeng said with a smile.

"Yes." Zhang Yong quietly pushed the door in.

I saw that the seat was studying a Yuan Qinghua.

This time, Zhang Yong swore that he would never be mistaken. It's definitely Yuan Qinghua.

"Coming?"

"Take a seat!"

"Test your eyesight, what is this?"

"Yuan Qinghua."

"See which kiln came from?"

"Huh?"

Zhang Yong was stunned.

Go for it. Which kiln? I don't know?

Why don't you test my trigonometric functions? See if I have returned it all to the teacher?

"Forget it."

"Sit down!"

As soon as he looked at his expression, he knew he didn't understand at all.

This kid really doesn't know anything except catching Japanese spies. But it is enough to have this. Not to mention the wealth and fortune.

He already knew about the movements in the finance department. It is estimated that it will be a sensation for a while.

It's good. Let everyone be happy and happy.

This is the goods of the seized Japanese spies. Rejoicing is a matter of course. In this way, everyone has the motivation to catch Japanese spies!

"Have you read the Romance of the Three Kingdoms?"

"Huh?"

"Didn't read it?"

"I ......"

Zhang Yong was embarrassed.

Made. Completely forgotten.

Worst. Where did the damn Romance of the Three Kingdoms go?

Dizzy......

"Give you a month to get used to. In a month's time, I'll have to test you. ”

"Yes."

Zhang Yong was suddenly granted amnesty.

Damn, it's scared to death. I thought I was going to be criticized soon!

One month. OK. You have to read it. Actually, he had read it in his previous life. Basic common sense is there.

The question is, do you think the Seat will ask you very simple questions?

Could it be that he would ask, which are the five tiger generals? If it's such a simple question, you don't need to look at it at all.

I'm most afraid that he will ask you, what strategic choice does Liu Bei have after giving up Xinye? Please explain in 800 words the reasons for each choice. A feasibility analysis is attached. Then hit the streets......

"That's right. This is the mausoleum drawing of the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. Zhang Yong hurriedly changed the topic.

"It's not easy!" The bench took the drawings. Carefully stack neatly.

"It just so happened. I didn't expect the Japanese spy to store the drawings in Mrs. Jin's photo studio. Zhang Yong said honestly, "But Wuchuan Xiongsan didn't reveal the slightest thing. ”

"This Yan Ruzi is very suspicious." He said slowly, "She must be caught." ”

"However, I'm not good at catching Chinese......"

"I know. I arranged for someone else to arrest her. You continue to catch Japanese spies. ”

"Yes."

"Go see Wuchuan Xiong San and see what else he has to say."

"Yes."

Zhang Yong said goodbye.

It was found that Secretary Mao was not there. There is only one small secretary on duty.

The little secretary was also a well-behaved man. Seeing Zhang Yong's puzzled eyes, he immediately pretended to come over intentionally or unintentionally, and said in a low voice: "Captain Zhang, Secretary Mao has gone to the finance department." ”

Zhang Yong then nodded and expressed his gratitude. Then turn around and go to the cell.

What did Mao Renfeng do in the finance department? It's definitely going to visit! He probably hadn't seen that many gold bars either.

After reading it, it is naturally a variety of dark box operations.

Renaissance Society to hand over all the gold bars to the Ministry of Finance?

Think too much.

It's good to hand over a third.

Even, you may not pay a single one.

Who wouldn't make fake accounts?

If he wants to hand over all the gold bars, he will probably be more heartbroken than himself.

Made, it hurts. It would be nice if that box of gold bars were all your own.

This box of gold bars alone can buy a lot of stocks. In the future, even if you are paralyzed from the neck down, you can still live by guarding Jinshan......

In a state of thought, he came to the dungeon.

The guards opened the iron door and exited.

There can be no outsiders.

If there are outsiders, Wuchuan Xiongsan will not confess.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Seeing Zhang Yong come in, Wuchuan Xiong San struck the iron railing with handcuffs and shackles again, making a loud noise.

Zhang Yong cautiously came to a place about ten meters away from the other party and stopped. Keep going, maybe you will be plotted. He didn't dare to underestimate these Japanese spies.

"You're still alive?" Wu Chuan Xiongsan seemed to be a little unwilling.

"Almost died." Zhang Yong replied honestly, "The killer you arranged?" ”

"The killer has been dispatched, why are you okay?"

"You think something is wrong with me?"

"Of course. I'll kill you! ”

"Almost!"

Zhang Yong also did not beautify himself.

If there is no map hint, he is indeed dead.

If the existence of the killer is not known in advance. He may have died without knowing how.

At a distance of more than 100 meters, a Japanese veteran can send him to the west with just one shot. It's true.

"No way, where are you hiding......"

"I found your killer ahead of time."

"Nani?"

Kusan Takekawa was unbelievable.

Zhang Yong's mind flashed and he thought of an excuse.

"Actually......"

"You say!"

"Actually......"

"You say!"

Wuchuan Xiongsan was irritable.

Zhang Yong deliberately hung the other party's appetite, and suddenly sighed.

"Actually......"

"You say! You say! You say! ”

"I'm afraid to hit you."

"You say! You said! ”

"Actually, Yan Ruzi is an undercover agent we ......"

"Nani?"

Wuchuan Xiong San was stunned for a moment.

Instant petrification. There is no action. It seems that the whole body will not move.

No smashed handcuffs. There are no shackles either.

"I didn't expect such a coincidence. She's actually an undercover agent arranged by me......"

"Yaga! No way! ”

Wuchuan Xiongsan suddenly went berserk. It was like a volcanic eruption.

Even if it was more than ten meters away, Zhang Yong could feel the anger of the other party. Enough rage to explode on the spot.

"Yaga! No way! ”

"Impossible! Yaga! ”

Wu Chuan Xiongsan banged desperately on the iron railing. The hideous look seemed to destroy the whole world.

It's a pity that he couldn't catch Zhang Yong. Zhang Yong, a coward, is too far away from him.

Zhang Yong quietly watched the other party go crazy. He felt that Wuchuan Xiongsan might really be going crazy. He couldn't stand that much stimulation.

Planting blame is completely a whim of him.

He didn't think about the consequences either. Anyway, just splash dirty water on her.

The Renaissance Society wants to arrest her. She could only hide. You may have to rely on the help of the Japanese. But what if the Japanese want to arrest her too?

Hehe. Then there's a good show. See how long she can hide.

Of course, it is useless to talk to Kumisan Wuchuan here. He went out in a while, and he had to deliberately tell the others to know.

Can't catch her. But it can make her cornered. Kill her.

"Impossible......"

"Impossible......"

Kumisan Takekawa was still muttering to himself.

He's not angry anymore. There is only despair. Obviously, this news, the blow is too big.

"You're going to die, what am I lying to you for?"

"Yan Ruzi and I have known each other for a long time. She's a member of the Knife Society. She has a handle in my hands. So he promised to give me his life. ”

"Before, she didn't recognize me. But the last time I was at your Japanese consulate, she recognized me. So secretly help me. ”

"I found not only your gold bars, but also the drawings and the radio ......"

Zhang Yong talked eloquently.

Casual nonsense. There are a lot of loopholes.

But it doesn't matter. It is estimated that Wuchuan Xiongsan has no heart to ponder.

"What drawings?"

"What radio?"

Sure enough, Wuchuan Xiong San was already completely convinced that Yan Ruzi was undercover.

Zhang Yong is not dead, which is the biggest proof.

If it weren't for Yan Ruzi's report, how could Zhang Yong not die?

"I don't know!"

"The drawings are the mausoleum drawings of the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. It's what you Nan wanted. Ready to blow up the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum? ”

"Oh, you said that useless drawing!"

"Isn't it useless?"

"Do you need drawings to blow up the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum?"

"I don't think so."

Zhang Yong nodded cooperatively.

He was honest. As long as what the other party says makes sense, he agrees.

Indeed, to blow up the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, there is no need for drawings at all. But there is a premise, which is to defeat the convoy. Obviously, it's not easy.

The guard brigade of the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum has more than 100 people. Also heavily armed. Loaded with live ammunition.

It is impossible to deal with so many people by relying solely on a few Japanese spies.

"Whose station is it?"

"I don't know."

"What model?"

"I didn't look closely."

"Yaga! Where is your professionalism? You don't even know this? ”

Wuchuan Xiongsan suddenly became angry again.

It's tolerable, it's unbearable. It was so humiliating to feel like I was being caught.

I searched for the radio station, but I didn't even look at the model carefully?

At your level, you can be an agent?

Yaga!

If you were an agent of the Great Japanese Empire, you would have been eliminated a long time ago.

Anger.

But there is nothing to be done.

Wuchuan Xiongsan can only accept reality sadly. I lost to a rookie.

Thankfully, he's 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)