Chapter 109: Xu Fugui Peddles Counterfeit Money

It must be said, anyone who can climb to the position of Military Statistics Bureau Station Chief is a sharp operator. But this brother was also a bit down on his luck.

He had just rushed out the door and hadn't run two steps when his feet slipped, and he fell flat on his face.

Just at this critical moment—

"Boom!!"

A loud explosion rang out, making my ears ring and buzz.

He didn't even have time to shout "Ouch" before he was blown into the sky.

This Station Chief hadn't even warmed his office chair before he was sent to see the King of Hell in such a muddled way; he really had terrible luck.

Inside the Military Statistics Bureau Beiping Station, five other Section Chiefs also received such "deadly gifts."

Except for one family that happened to be out and escaped the disaster, with only a servant killed, the other four families were wiped out in one go.

This matter caused a huge stir in the city, and the higher-ups were anxious, demanding the case be solved as soon as possible.

The next day, He Yuzhu was summoned to Liu Rusi's home.

Liu Rusi pressured him to find a solution. He Yuzhu thought for the whole morning but couldn't come up with any meaningful plan. In all honesty, even if he had a plan, he wouldn't say it.

Seeing him in a difficult position, Liu Rusi softened her tone, "Little brother, I'm not forcing you, but this matter is too big. Ever since the bombing, the phone at my father's place hasn't stopped ringing."

He Yuzhu pondered for a long time before saying, "To be honest, the most effective way is to cut off the supply of his materials. But I don't know anything about explosives; we need to find a professional to handle that."

Liu Rusi nodded, "What you say makes sense. However, in my opinion, since he caused such a big scene this time, he will definitely lie low for a while. It will be very hard to find him."

"Sister, in my opinion, he should have run out of the city."

"Nanjing has already sent many experts over; this play requires catching Liu Xiaohua at all costs," Liu Rusi said firmly.

"I think it's useless. These people aren't familiar with Si Jiu Cheng, so how will they catch anyone?" He Yuzhu shook his head.

"By the way, there's one more thing you need to help me think about. My father received news that Wang Siyuan had an assistant named Yi Xiansheng; we talked about this person before. A safe went missing the day he died, and it contained a lot of dirt on big shots. You must help me find the person who took it."

He Yuzhu's heart skipped a beat—she was asking him to find Wang Jiazhi.

That wouldn't do; he had to frame someone else for this. He pretended to think for a long time: "Sister, this is even harder. Liu Xiaohua is still under our noses, but we don't even know where Yi Xiansheng's concubine is. How are we supposed to find her?"

"I heard she might have come to Tianjin or Si Jiu Cheng."

"You have to give me her detailed information before I can think of a way!" He Yuzhu said.

"I really don't have that. Yi Xiansheng had already destroyed all her information; there is only one photo of her from when she was young."

"That makes it difficult," He Yuzhu said with a troubled expression, "Just relying on a photo from her youth to find someone in the whole country—isn't that like looking for a needle in a haystack?"

"We can put an ad in the paper," Liu Rusi said coldly, "Then we'll see where she can hide."

"Absolutely not!" He Yuzhu hurriedly advised, "If you put it in the paper, aren't you forcing her to run to the Communist Party? If she gives the materials to the Communist Party, the trouble will be huge!"

Liu Rusi stopped talking.

In fact, He Yuzhu had long wanted to hand the materials to Lao Zhou, but he hadn't been able to see him.

Now it seemed he had to speed things up; if they knew the data had been taken by the Communist Party, they might stop looking for Wang Jiazhi.

After leaving Liu Rusi's place, He Yuzhu immediately went to Wang Jiazhi's residence.

"Shen Shichang's people are looking for you everywhere, saying you took their documents?" He Yuzhu said with a smile.

"I haven't even seen them!" Wang Jiazhi immediately denied it, then she suddenly realized and pointed at He Yuzhu, "Could it be that you took them? Just like that time in the cellar, you're making me the scapegoat again!"

"My dear young lady, we are grasshoppers on the same rope now; why distinguish between you and me?"

"Fine, for the sake of you treating me well, I'll listen to you. What do you want me to do?" Wang Jiazhi said.

"It's not that complicated. First, change your name and wear some makeup when you go out; ordinary people won't recognize you."

"It's that simple? Then I agree."

"It's that simple. In a city of millions, finding one person is very difficult," He Yuzhu said.

"Can I still manage the restaurant?" Wang Jiazhi asked.

"Of course you can." He Yuzhu felt that war was imminent, so who would care about one woman.

"You know, being busy these past few days actually feels quite interesting," Wang Jiazhi said with a smile.

"Now, do you know why so many people want to be leaders?" He Yuzhu said with a smile.

At the Lou Mansion, ever since Xu Fugui was called back by Lou Laoban, he had been working exceptionally hard. In the middle of winter, he would polish the car until it shone every few days.

While he was polishing the car, Lao Jin, who cooked for the Lou Family, came over and said, "Old Xu, I went to Xinjiekou a few days ago. Two new girls have arrived at the Hundred Flower Alley, and they are real beauties. Shall we go check them out one of these days?"

Xu Fugui shook his head: "No money. The little bit of private savings I had a while ago was all borrowed by someone in the Siheyuan."

"How about I show you a way to make money? It's very simple, I guarantee you'll make a profit!" Lao Jin said, lowering his voice.

"Don't tease me. You're just a cook, what kind of money-making path could you have? Do you want me to be a cook with you?" Xu Fugui said dismissively.

"You really look down on people," Lao Jin said mysteriously, "I have a way to get counterfeit money for only twenty percent of its face value."

Xu Fugui stared at Lao Jin: "How do you spend this money?"

"You go buy things, someone will always take it. Even if they find out, so what? At most they'll curse you a few times; they won't kill you, right? As long as you spend it, you've made a profit."

Thinking of the pretty women in the alley, Xu Fugui was tempted: "Bring some over one of these days, and I'll try it."

Lao Jin took a stack of legal tender directly from his pocket: "Here is ten thousand; just give me two Big Ocean. If you don't have the money now, you can give it to me another day."

Xu Fugui hurriedly stuffed the counterfeit money into his pocket, looking around nervously.

After work, Xu Fugui used the counterfeit money to buy a catty of eggs from an old lady on the street. He actually spent it! He was overjoyed and hummed a Peking opera tune as he returned to the Siheyuan.

Seeing Yan Bugui, he immediately held his head high. Because Yan Bugui had borrowed his money, he hurriedly put on a fawning smile when he saw his creditor: "Brother Fugui is back? I heard you're back to driving for the Lou Mansion?"

"That's right, Lou Laoban can't do without me," Xu Fugui said proudly, "Old Yan, how's business?"

Yan Bugui hurriedly complained about being poor: "There are plenty of customers, but they only buy cheap stuff; I can't make any money!"

Xu Fugui nodded: "Remember to pay back the money at the end of the year!" After saying this, he swaggered into the courtyard.

Yan Laoxi cursed: "A petty man who has gained power; isn't it just 50 Big Ocean that I owe you? Look at how you're showing off!"

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Xu Fugui saw Xu Damao playing with small firecrackers with a few children; it was clear they were picked up from the ground. He went over and said, "Damao, want some firecrackers?"

"Dad, are you teasing me? Right? Didn't you say you didn't have money the other day?" Xu Damao was precocious and deliberately challenged Xu Fugui's pride, "Me! I can only pick up what He Yuzhu leaves behind. His family has struck it rich this year; just yesterday, they set off six strings of firecrackers in a row..."

Just then, He Yuzhu returned carrying a roast duck. Hearing the father and son's conversation, he shook his head: Xu Damao was already calculating people's hearts at such a young age; if he grew up like this, there would be no end to it.

The aroma of the roast duck stirred the jealousy of everyone in the courtyard.

Yan Bugui stared at the oily duck and swallowed hard.

Xu Fugui also looked on with envy. He didn't say a word, but pulled Xu Damao away. He secretly made up his mind to carry his counterfeit money business through to the end.

Jia Zhangshi hid behind the window to peek, cursing under her breath: "Little bastard, he must not have been doing anything good out there. The money didn't come by honest means either; sooner or later, someone will chop his head off!"

Seeing the roast duck, He Yushui was so greedy she sucked on her fingers.

"Yushui, do you want to eat roast duck?" He Yuzhu asked with a smile.

"I want to eat it!" The little girl ran over and opened her mouth to take a bite, but was gently stopped by He Yuzhu: "That's not how you eat a duck. Brother will slice it for you now, and I'll wrap it in a pancake for you right away."