Chapter 197: Du Yuesheng

The next day.

Zhou Gendi got up early at six o'clock and went to the set to work.

Hong Zhiyou didn't get up until eight-thirty.

He was eating the local specialty crab roe buns at the restaurant downstairs in the hotel.

A moment later, Yin Zhuoran arrived at the hotel.

As the white glove of Song Ziliang's Jin Shan Trading Group and the manager of the Longdong Company, Yin Zhuoran was definitely a figure who could walk sideways in Shanghai.

Accompanying him was a young man with a side-parted hairstyle.

"Brother Yin."

Hong Zhiyou stood up to welcome him as soon as he saw him.

"Eat, eat your food."

"What kind of relationship do we have, why be so polite?"

Yin Zhuoran waved his hand, signaling him to continue eating.

He pulled the young man to sit opposite Hong Zhiyou and casually grabbed a bun from the plate and started eating it slowly.

This left the young man on the side dumbfounded.

Yin Zhuoran had always been very arrogant, and there were few people in the Jianghu area he looked up to.

To be so unconcerned with decorum and so casual, one can only say that his relationship with the young man in front of him is extraordinary.

It was indeed not ordinary.

Last night at the mahjong table in Jinhai, Hong Zhiyou had again won several thousand US dollars from him.

Yin Zhuoran also appreciated it.

Knowing that Hong Zhiyou was coming to Shanghai to get someone out, he didn't even hold the meeting for the Jinhai branch company and returned overnight to pave the way for him.

"Brother Yin, aren't you going to introduce me?"

Hong Zhiyou didn't dare to be casual and asked with a smile.

"Let me introduce you, this is Yu Xuan, the current member of the Shanghai Industrial and Commercial Council," Yin Zhuoran introduced.

The Yu family?

"Young Master Yu, excuse my ignorance, I don't know if Young Master Yu and the old gentleman Yu Qiaqing..." Hong Zhiyou hurriedly stood up in sincerity and fear.

"He is the grand-nephew of Mr. Yu."

"He grew up in Mr. Yu's mansion since he was a child. After Mr. Yu passed away, the Yu family had many children, and many shared the money, but the one who is still actually doing things is Young Master Xuan."

"Don't look at him as young, there is nothing he can't handle around the Huangpu River."

"By the way, Young Master Xuan also holds the position of executive director of the Jiangsu-Zhejiang Chamber of Commerce."

"Last month's arms procurement for Tang Enbo was facilitated by Young Master Xuan."

"When the Generalissimo celebrated his birthday, he was one of the few invited."

"Mr. Ziwen and Mr. Ziliang also value him highly."

Yin Zhuoran was afraid that Hong Zhiyou would neglect Yu Xuan, so he explained in great detail.

Hong Zhiyou immediately realized that the young man in front of him, who looked slightly honest, was a true business know-it-all and a big figure with heaven-reaching influence.

"Young Master Xuan, excuse my ignorance," Hong Zhiyou said hurriedly.

"You are too polite."

"I just took advantage of my grand-uncle's light and am just muddling through a living," Yu Xuan said modestly with a smile.

"You didn't just take advantage of the light."

"Back then, when the Generalissimo posted his card to Huang Jinrong in Shanghai, he stayed at the Yu family for more than half a year. You are the person who actually peed on his head and walked through the streets and alleys," Yin Zhuoran laughed.

Hong Zhiyou also understood a little.

Yu Qiaqing recognized Chiang when he was in his infancy, had a keen eye for talent, and supported him vigorously; he could be called a true founding elder of the dragon.

In other words.

The young man in front of him, like Zhang Zhizhong, Zhang Qun, and Chen Bulei, was someone who could directly pass words to the Old Man.

A thigh, definitely a big thigh.

"Young Master Xuan, please take care of me," Hong Zhiyou's attitude appeared very respectful.

"Brother Hong, you are too polite."

"Old Yin told me about you. It is said that there is nothing you can't handle in Jinhai, and there is no money you can't earn by being friends with you."

"Coincidentally, I also like money."

"So, I am very happy to be friends with you."

Yu Xuan said from the bottom of his heart.

They are all people who roll in piles of money, who wouldn't like the God of Wealth.

The two started talking about business in the restaurant.

Yu Xuan was full of praise for many of Hong Zhiyou's insights.

"Previously, I called Mr. Hong's purchase of Hennessy labels a high opinion, and I have long admired you."

"After talking today, I know that you, brother, are the true businessman."

After chatting, Yu Xuan bowed to Hong Zhiyou sincerely.

Hong Zhiyou felt ashamed.

He was just a little idea derived from knowing history, the future world economy, the general trend, and the rise of big brands.

"Actually, my business philosophy is very simple."

"As long as there is profit."

"The partner earns nine points, I earn one point, this is a good deal."

Hong Zhiyou said.

"No wonder your friends are all over the world, and even Brother Yin treats you with sincerity."

"I have learned a lot," Yu Xuan said.

"Who doesn't like nine points?"

"If people are counted as ten points, I at least have to give Brother Hong a nine!" Yin Zhuoran laughed on the side.

Nine points... your grandfather!

"Let's talk business."

"The Zhang Junfei you want to protect, the matter he committed this time is not light."

"He was fighting for favor with someone in the Night City."

"The one watching the place was a hall master under Du's gate named Chen Song."

"Zhang Junfei not only didn't give face, but also gave Chen Song a knife, right in the chest, and the person died before he was sent to the hospital."

"Chen Song still has a wife and a young child at home."

"Du Yuesheng has clearly spoken, this matter must give Chen Song an explanation, there is no room for negotiation."

"The people I sent over didn't even enter the main gate."

"They were blasted out by the gang members."

"Several of Chen Song's more radical subordinates even declared that whoever dares to come to plead, they will knife them first."

Yin Zhuoran said.

"Do you know the names and addresses?" Hong Zhiyou said.

"Know."

"The leader is named Zhu Simao, living at No. 69 Zhujia Lane. He is a sworn brother of Chen Song, and they usually have the best relationship."

"There are three others, I have written them all here."

Yin Zhuoran handled things very efficiently; in one night, he had already figured it out clearly.

"Good, thank you," Hong Zhiyou took the note and put it away.

"Are you going to pay a visit now?"

"When Old Yu was alive, in terms of seniority, he was one generation higher than Huang Jinrong and the others. Du has always paid attention to this set. With Young Master Xuan accompanying you, he won't dare to refuse you from the door," Yin Zhuoran said.

"Hmm, tonight."

"I will have to trouble Young Master Xuan then," Hong Zhiyou said.

"What I am most worried about now is Mao Sen. His subordinates, the secret agents, might find an excuse to make things difficult for you. These people use demolition, assassination, poisoning, and all kinds of dirty methods."

"Why don't you go to Mr. Ziliang's mansion, or Young Master Xuan..."

Yin Zhuoran shook his head when he said this:

"No, the Yu family is too mixed, it's better to go to Mr. Ziliang's or my house."

"No."

"Mr. Ziliang is busy with ten thousand things, I won't trouble the two Mr. Songs for such a small matter."

"I have a safer place to go."

Hong Zhiyou thought for a moment and said.

"Garrison Headquarters?" Yu Xuan asked.

As soon as the words were out, he felt it was too offensive, so he smiled slightly and said no more.

"No."

"That side is full of people with guns, the situation is more complicated."

"The place I am going to, you will know when the time comes," Hong Zhiyou laughed.

He originally wanted to use Yang Wenquan's relationship to apply for garrison protection.

But on second thought, Old Yang and his subordinates hadn't been in contact for a long time, so he felt it wasn't very reliable.

After sending Yin and Yu away.

He walked to the hotel counter, raised his eyebrows and smiled at the beautiful female receptionist, and then dialed a number:

"Hello, is this Staff Officer Li?"

"Hello, I am Hong Zhiyou, Secretary of the Jinhai Station. Yes, Officer Yang has mentioned me to you."

"I will arrive at the Garrison Headquarters around ten o'clock tonight to borrow a place to stay."

"Okay, thank you for your trouble."

After hanging up the phone, he turned and went back upstairs.

As soon as he left, the female receptionist dialed Mao Sen's number:

"Hello, Station Chief Mao, he is going to the Garrison Headquarters at ten o'clock tonight."

"Okay, I know."

……

Hong Zhiyou returned to the room, took out the note, and stared at the list on it, pondering.

"Brother Hong, I went to investigate."

"Chen Song's wife is just a weak woman, and there is a three-year-old girl at home."

"I made a special trip to her house to check it out."

"It can't be considered well-off. Life must be hard after the man died. If it really doesn't work, compensate her some money and settle this matter."

Lin Tian leaned against the window, smoking a cigarette, and blew his handsome long bangs.

"If compensation could settle it, Director Wang would have already gotten his nephew back. Do we still need to do it?"

"Now it's that Chen Song died too unjustly, and this Zhang Junfei who hit him is too arrogant."

"The people under him want to make trouble."

"Du Yuesheng, as the leader of a gang, has been set up, so naturally, he can't just let it go."

Hong Zhiyou analyzed.

"Gangs are like this, sworn brothers value loyalty, I'm afraid this matter is not easy to handle."

"If it really doesn't work, I will give them something ruthless," Zhou Yan said.

Is the Axe Gang so fierce?

Hong Zhiyou muttered to himself, smiled, shook his head, and said: "Fighting and killing is not the best strategy. Everyone has a price, it's just a matter of high or low price."

"In this way, Xiao Lin, you go to Chen Song's house, give her ten gold bars, and let her settle this matter."

"As for these three tough nuts, I will go meet Zhu Simao and solve them all together."

"Let's do it this way, act separately."

"Take them down, and I will talk to Du Yuesheng at night."

After Hong Zhiyou finished giving orders, he carried his small leather suitcase and walked out.

Zhujia Lane.

Zhu Simao was lying on a rattan chair, basking in the sun.

He used to be a pig butcher.

His physique was burly, and no one in the entire Zhujia Lane was afraid of him.

Later, he mixed into the Qing Gang, but it's a pity that Du Yuesheng didn't look up to him, and instead let a young kid, Chen Song, ride on his head and become a hall master.

Zhu Simao had always been very unhappy.

It was also heaven's beauty that Chen Song was knifed by someone.

He could just take advantage of this matter to bewitch people's hearts and put out the righteousness flag to smash the signboard.

That kid from Jinhai wanted to settle it privately.

Chen Song's wife agreed, but Zhu Simao was unwilling.

He had already gone to Chen's house and made harsh words.

Chen Song's revenge must be avenged.

Whoever dares to stop him from taking revenge is failing Chen Song's spirit in heaven. If he gets anxious, he will send Chen's wife down to accompany Chen Song.

After such a scene, Chen Song's wife didn't have the guts to want money.

"Zhu Simao, right?"

Hong Zhiyou walked into the courtyard and asked.

Zhu Simao touched the black mole the size of a broad bean at the corner of his mouth, stared, and asked: "Who the hell are you?"

"I am from Jinhai, here to protect Zhang Junfei."

"Can this matter be settled privately?"

Hong Zhiyou got straight to the point and handed over a brand-new gold bar.

"Protecting Zhang Junfei?"

"Who do you think you are? He killed my brother, he won't even have a door to walk out of Shanghai alive," Zhu Simao refused flatly.

Hong Zhiyou took out another one: "Making trouble is enough. Don't you just want to be a hall master? Do you think Boss Du can't see through this little thought of yours?"

"Why have you never been able to sit up?"

"Your heart is not right."

"So, even if you make trouble, it will only make Boss Du feel disgusted."

"Take advantage of the fact that you still have some value."

"Be obedient, take the lead, and settle this matter."

As Hong Zhiyou spoke, he added another one.

Three gold bars.

That was already giving enough face.

Zhu Simao curled his lips, staring at the gold bars, feeling troubled, wanting to pretend but also wanting to take them.

"Stop pretending."

"I have already thought of the reason. You sympathize with Chen's wife for living a hard life as an orphan and a widow, and let Zhang Junfei pay a sum of money to settle it."

"This way you get the money, and Boss Du also saves the trouble."

"Kill two birds with one stone, why not do it?"

Hong Zhiyou laughed.

Zhu Simao rubbed the gold bars with his fingers, his eyes flashing with cunning and greedy luster:

"It's not impossible for me to settle this matter."

"How about this."

"Let's have zero and whole, you give me ten gold bars, and I will let the brothers who are making trouble at the mourning hall withdraw tonight."

"Ten?" Hong Zhiyou looked at him.

"That's right, just ten."

"One less, don't even think about the one surnamed Zhang walking out of Shanghai."

After Zhu Simao finished speaking, he picked up the teapot and gulped down a few mouthfuls of inferior tea.

Hong Zhiyou looked at Old Zhou.

Old Zhou stretched out his hand, and a shiny short axe appeared in his hand.

Before Zhu Simao could react.

A cold light flashed.

Zhu Simao clutched his neck and slumped on the rattan chair, whimpering in his mouth, and blood gushed out along his fingers like a spring.

"Ten gold bars, you are also worthy."

Hong Zhiyou sneered, picked up the gold bars on the table, put them back into the suitcase, and walked to the next house.

The next two houses were much more sensible.

Each person took a gold bar and obediently shut their mouths.

After dealing with these troublemakers.

In the evening, Hong Zhiyou drove straight to the main hall of the Qing Gang and, under Yu Xuan's introduction, paid a visit to Du Yuesheng.

Inside the old hall with blue bricks and black tiles.

Du Yuesheng was drinking tea with his big brother Huang Jinrong.

"Big brother, the war is currently deadlocked. I operated in Hong Kong for a period of time before. That place is the territory of the foreigners. No matter who wins or loses, no one will move that place."

"Why don't you wait a few days and go with me to see it."

"Choose a place with good mountains and water to build a mansion and enjoy your old age."

Du Yuesheng asked.

"Alas, I can't compare to you. I'm old and don't want to move anywhere."

"I'm used to hearing Shanghai dialect."

"You want me to listen to Cantonese, no way."

"Besides, fallen leaves return to their roots, how can I drift outside at my age."

"A golden nest or a silver nest is not as good as one's own dog nest."

"I will stay in the Huangpu River for the rest of my life. If they want to shoot me, let them shoot me. At least I will die at my own doorstep, and I can find the place when my soul returns."

"You, younger brother, are still young, if you want to go, then go."

Huang Jinrong shook his head and sighed.

"I am also difficult now."

"Once Dai Li is dead, people leave and tea cools. Now my words don't count as much as back then, and many people in the garrison and municipal administration don't listen anymore."

Du Yuesheng also smiled helplessly.

"What do you think about Chen Song's matter?" Huang Jinrong asked.

"Zhu Simao wants to jump," Du Yuesheng saw through it at a glance.

"How do you want to handle it?" Huang Jinrong asked.

"Let him jump for a while. I see little of the things underneath, it's rare to encounter one, it's quite good to take a look," Du Yuesheng smiled faintly and didn't take it too seriously.

"Don't underestimate it."

"The current Qing Gang is no longer an iron plate."

"The world has changed greatly, and people are panicked."

"If a small matter is not handled well, it is very likely to be seized by people with ulterior motives and take the opportunity to be unfavorable to you," Huang Jinrong reminded.

"Old brother is right..."

As they were talking, the housekeeper walked in: "Mr. Du, Young Master Yu brought someone to the door to be a lobbyist, saying he is the secretary of the Jinhai Station, named Hong Zhiyou."

"Do you see him or not?"

"Hong Zhiyou, I heard about this person when I went to Hong Kong last time. He has origins with the Zhigong lineage, and he is in close contact with the Rong family, He Xian, and the Cao Gang."

"He can be called the twin pride of the north and south of the younger generation with Yu Xuan."

Du Yuesheng's eyes and ears were still very well-informed.

"Jinhai Station?"

"People from the Secret Service Bureau, I am very annoyed to deal with these people."

"You guys chat, I'm leaving first," Huang Jinrong frowned and stood up to bid farewell.

Hong Zhiyou walked in.

Zhou Yan had his hand on his waist, standing on the side.

At the same time, the elite experts under Du Yuesheng also had their hands on their waist guns, looking on with tiger eyes.

"Mr. Du, this is not the way to treat friends," Yu Xuan said.

"Some people are friends."

"Some people may not be friends."

Du Yuesheng said in a deep voice.

Hong Zhiyou looked at this underground tycoon.

Flat head, black long gown, black cloth shoes, deep sunken cheeks, full of opium teeth.

From the appearance alone, there is nothing special.

But when meeting his sharp gaze, it makes people feel a kind of chilling fear.

"I don't know about others."

"I am definitely Mr. Du's friend," Hong Zhiyou said loudly.

"Young Master Xuan, sorry for the trouble, I will talk to Mr. Du alone," he turned to Yu Xuan and whispered.

"Good."

Yu Xuan nodded to the two and turned away.

"I am here to redeem someone," Hong Zhiyou didn't talk nonsense and got straight to the point.

"Redeem someone?"

"This matter has nothing to do with money. If I let that one surnamed Zhang go, it will be hard for me to lead the team under me."

Du Yuesheng poured a cup of tea and drank a sip.

"Everyone has a price."

"I know you are in a dilemma. I gave Zhu Simao three gold bars, but he was too greedy and insisted on twenty."

"So, I had no choice but to kill him."

"You can sit in this position, you should know better than me, there is no loyalty in this world, only interests, wisdom, and money."

Hong Zhiyou said.

"Kid, you have great courage."

"Don't think that because you are from the Secret Service Bureau, I don't dare to move you. In this Huangpu River in Shanghai, there are many people with more fame and future than you who have sunk to the bottom of the river overnight."

Du Yuesheng narrowed his eyes and said coldly.

He never expected that Hong Zhiyou would kill his subordinate as soon as he arrived in Jinhai.

"I just did what you wanted to do but were inconvenient to do."

"And, you really don't dare to move me, and you can't move me."

Hong Zhiyou leaned over, picked up the teapot, and poured himself a cup.

"Tell me," Du Yuesheng stared at him, feeling it was a bit interesting.

"Dai Boss is dead."

"You should be able to guess the reason, he was feared by the superiors."

"Now even Mao Renfeng doesn't want to admit that he is from the Jiangshan faction."

"And you, you were sworn brothers with him in the past."

"When Dai Boss was alive, indeed no one dared to move you."

"But now, do you still have value?"

"Don't talk about those high-and-mighty people in the Nanjing official residence, even among the Jiangsu-Zhejiang financial tycoons, who puts you in their eyes?"

"With this little family property of yours, you don't even need people from Nanjing."

"A small staff officer of the Songhu Garrison Headquarters gives an order, and a deputy director of the police station can find a reason to raid you."

"Do you think anyone will protect you?"

"Your only role is probably that the Jiangsu-Zhejiang financial tycoons feel that there are some dirty things that might need you."

"If I were you, while you still have money, get to know more new friends, put down the so-called leader status, use money to make money, and plan a way out for your children."

"This chair is no longer a sharp weapon, it is a big mountain pressing on you."

"And I am the new friend you need," Hong Zhiyou looked at him and said word by word.

Du Yuesheng's eyes flickered.

In fact, since Dai Li died, he felt it. As a cheerleader for politicians, the final outcome is to cook the dog after the rabbit is caught, and put away the bow after the birds are gone.

"Young man, you really have a seductive power in your words."

"Someone gave me a sum of money."

"A lot of money."

"To keep you lying in the Qing Gang main hall."

"I think this deal is cost-effective. You come to protect someone, and you are beaten to death by the indignant gang members of the Qing Gang. Isn't that very normal?"

Du Yuesheng sneered, and with a wave of his hand, his subordinates surrounded them.

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(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 198 =====

Du Yuesheng's eyes began to flicker.

In fact, ever since Dai Li died, he had sensed that as a mouthpiece for politicians, the ultimate end would be that once the cunning hare is caught, the hound is stewed; once the birds are gone, the bow is put away.

"Young man, your words are indeed very seductive."

"Someone offered me a sum of money."

"A lot of money."

"To keep you lying horizontally in the Green Gang headquarters."

"I think this deal is worthwhile; you come to protect someone, and if you are beaten to death by the indignant members of the Green Gang, that's quite normal, isn't it?"

Du Yuesheng gave a cold laugh and waved his hand; his subordinates surrounded them in a circle.

(End of chapter)