Chapter 198: Is Hong Zhiyou Dead?

Pop pop!

Du Yuesheng clapped his hands.

Dozens more dark-clad Qing Gang experts surged over from all around.

An intense murderous aura permeated.

Hong Zhiyou looked at him, very calm, without a trace of panic on his face.

"Du Yuesheng!"

"Do you recognize Zhou!"

Standing beside him, Zhou Yan took off his hat and suddenly shouted, his beard like steel needles, eyes like copper bells, face like a male lion, and a cold, shining short axe in his hand, his momentum was quite terrifying.

Du Yuesheng stared at him, his pupils shrinking suddenly.

He had licked blood with a knife all his life, what kind of ruthless person hadn't he seen? It could be said that even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, he would never change his color.

However, at this moment, a trace of fear appeared on the face of this tycoon.

"Axe Gang!"

He spat out three terrifying words from between his teeth.

An invisible shadow of death, cold like a snake, wrapped around him, making all the goosebumps on his body stand up.

He remembered.

The person in front of him was Wang Yaqiao's deputy.

That year, he stood like a lackey, witnessing with his own eyes in the corner that Wang Yaqiao slapped the Shanghai overlord Yang Hu in public.

Yang Hu didn't say a word, watching Wang Yaqiao leave.

By Wang Yaqiao's side, there was this person.

"You can try."

"Are your people's knives and guns faster, or is my axe faster."

"I guarantee you will definitely fall before Young Master Hong!"

Zhou Yan stared at him, murderous and aggressive.

Du Yuesheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He was a gang member.

Wang Yaqiao was too.

The difference is that his gang has human feelings and worldly wisdom, and has petty gains and losses.

But Wang Yaqiao's gang didn't.

They only had right and wrong, fighting and killing, and would not stop until death.

This is a group of desperate people that even the Generalissimo doesn't want to provoke.

Damn it!

"Retreat!" Du Yuesheng sat down again and waved his hand.

Swish swish!

The elite killers of the Qing Gang retreated like a tide.

The main hall returned to calm again.

The moonlight sprinkled in the patio, white as jade.

"So it is Mr. Zhou in person, excuse my rudeness, please take a seat," Du Yuesheng raised his hand and then poured tea for the two.

Zhou Yan didn't sit, put away the short axe, and stepped back to stand behind Hong Zhiyou.

Du Yuesheng looked at Hong Zhiyou again, with a bit more solemnity in his eyes.

Before, he knew he had underestimated this young man.

People like Zhou Yan would not be driven by anyone for money.

There is only one answer.

Hong Zhiyou must have extraordinary personal charm.

"Thank you," Hong Zhiyou nodded with a smile.

"Let me guess what Mr. Du is thinking first."

He blew on the tea flowers and said in a deep voice.

"I would like to hear your high opinion."

Du Yuesheng picked up the teapot and stood up to refill it for him.

"You are thinking of stabilizing Old Zhou first, saying a few polite words, or even selling a low, and sending me and Old Zhou away."

"Then, send the elite killers of the Qing Gang or use other means to eliminate me and Old Zhou."

"After all, this is the Shanghai Bund."

"After all, you are Du Yuesheng, a ruthless, flexible Qing Gang leader."

"What does this dragon crossing the river count for?"

Hong Zhiyou laughed.

Du Yuesheng's eyes tightened, he smiled slightly, and didn't speak, which was considered an admission.

"Then, let's discuss whether it's better to kill me or not."

"I don't believe in any morality or feelings."

"I will discuss it with money, clearly marked."

"How much is the price offered by those who want me dead?"

Hong Zhiyou opened the skylight to speak clearly.

"Someone from the Dangtong Bureau offered one thousand taels of gold."

"Someone in Jinhai offered ten thousand US dollars."

"Someone from the Hennessy head office offered twenty thousand US dollars."

"Someone from the Longdong Company offered eighteen thousand US dollars."

"……"

Du Yuesheng crossed his legs and smoked a cigarette, balancing the accounts with him.

"Hmm."

"It's almost ten thousand US dollars, it seems my head is very valuable."

"It is indeed a good deal."

Hong Zhiyou laughed.

"Indeed."

"Ten thousand US dollars is enough to equip a large army."

"I didn't expect you to be worth so much money."

"So, shouldn't you die?"

Du Yuesheng narrowed his eyes and asked with a cold laugh.

"Should!"

"If I could, I would want to kill myself."

Hong Zhiyou joked.

"Then let's calculate how many people will lose money if you kill me," he continued.

"You have seen it too."

But bad luck is bad luck, anyway, don't let it be bad luck to yourself.

"Because I sell wine."

"You also know that behind Longdong are Mr. Ziliang and Mr. Ziwen."

"If I die, the Song family will lose nearly ten thousand US dollars in pure dividends every year."

"Mr. Powell, the person in charge of Hennessy's East Asia region, will suffer a lot."

"Good, Major General Philson of the Marine Corps."

"And the Rong family in Hong Kong."

"And those profiteers like Ma Hansan."

"Of course, there is also the Generalissimo."

"Fu Zuoyi succeeded in his surprise attack on Zhangjiakou, and the Generalissimo was overjoyed, wanting to use the power of the Jin-Sui Army to completely clear Li Zongren's Gui clique out of Beiping."

"The condition is forty thousand US dollars in military supplies, and the merger of the two major offices of Zhang Yuan and Baoding."

"Fu Zuoyi will sit in Beiping and serve as the Commander-in-Chief."

"At present, the Kong and Song families are frantically gathering money into their pockets and are unwilling to take out US dollars at all."

"Who to rely on?"

"Rely on profiteers like me."

"The task given by the Generalissimo to the Jiangsu-Zhejiang financial group is twenty thousand US dollars, and Yu Xuan entrusted me to raise and exchange ten thousand US dollars."

"Come, you started by selling fruit, you are better at calculating than me."

"You calculate, if I die, how much will they lose?"

Hong Zhiyou tapped the table lightly and asked back.

"You are much more valuable than I thought," Du Yuesheng frowned.

He originally thought Hong Zhiyou was just a Jinhai profiteer, a lackey for Wu Jingzhong to make money.

He didn't expect the figures involved here.

None of them were people he could afford to provoke.

Such a person dying in the Qing Gang, not to mention others, Song Ziliang would want his life.

"So, this ten thousand US dollar deal cannot be done."

"I'm afraid you will have money to earn, but no life to spend it."

Hong Zhiyou said.

"These are all other people's accounts."

"I will talk about your account now."

"Once Dai Li is dead, you know better than anyone that without this backer, you won't be able to be glorious in Shanghai for many days."

"I heard you have property in Hong Kong."

"But you don't seem to be doing very well there."

"I can."

"Make friends with me, I will let you be the agent for the Yuezhou Winery."

"This winery has the Rong family's investment."

"If you go to sell, you can build a relationship with the Rong family."

"And my relationship with the Zhigong lineage in Hong Kong, as well as Wu Jingzhong's old classmate Xie Licong, these are enough for you to plan a living in Hong Kong."

"I won't say you will be above others, but at least you will be decent."

"It might not bring ten thousand US dollars in revenue immediately."

"But it can allow you and your children to live well."

"Nothing is more important than living."

"Old Du."

"You are already old."

"This underworld no longer belongs to you."

"Lower your posture, make your ambition smaller, this will be good for you."

"Now I can still sit here and drink tea with you."

"If the red flag is planted in Shanghai."

"Or if the Jiangsu-Zhejiang financial group takes a knife to you."

"At that time, you will either be a prisoner or a refugee. Do you still want to sit in the Victoria Hotel and drink tea with me? Do you have this qualification?"

Hong Zhiyou leaned back, raised his chin, and sneered.

Du Yuesheng broke out in a cold sweat.

Hong Zhiyou's words were like knives stabbing into his heart.

After Dai Li died.

He had thought about this problem countless sleepless nights.

Whose will the future world be?

Once the red flag is displayed, he will definitely be on a dead end.

Even if the Nationalist Army wins.

The Jiangsu-Zhejiang financial group will inevitably harvest wildly. There are many people in Shanghai coveting his benefits. To replace him, isn't it just a word from the Ministry of National Defense, no, even the Shanghai Police Chief?

A cheerleader is always a cheerleader.

Changed a set of teams, no matter how well you blow, you still have to see if people like to listen.

If they don't like to listen, it's still a dead end.

He wanted to go to Hong Kong, he had planned for a long time.

But that place is a mixed bag of fish and dragons, foreigners and major forces have already run horses and circled land. If he wants to kill a world there, without the support of foreigners and people of Dai Li's level, wanting to become the leader is basically a fantasy.

The most stinging fact:

He is indeed old.

He no longer has enough energy and drive to fight and struggle.

To be able to land safely in the second half of his life and have his children and grandchildren worry-free about food and clothing is already the greatest extravagance.

"It seems that I have to make friends with you."

"Drink tea."

Du Yuesheng laughed.

"Making friends with me, there is no loss yet."

"I told Mr. Yin that my business philosophy is one-nine, friends nine, I one."

"That's what I said, and that's what I did."

"Because maintaining friendships has never relied on feelings."

"But on solid interests and money."

"So, whether it's Americans, French, or garrison officers, including Mr. Ziliang, everyone treats me as a confidant and relative."

"Mr. Du, believe me."

"One day, you will also defend my 'one' at all costs for that 'nine'."

Hong Zhiyou said, stood up, and reached out his hand.

Du Yuesheng sat still and smoked his cigarette quietly.

The smoke shrouded his face.

Very blurry.

Like a mysterious stone carving.

Until he finished smoking, he stubbed out the cigarette butt fiercely in the ashtray, then reached out his hand and shook hands with Hong Zhiyou firmly and powerfully:

"No one doesn't like money."

"Nine-nine returns to one, young man, you see the world very thoroughly."

"I have made this friend of yours."

"Thank you, Mr. Du," Hong Zhiyou said.

"People, I can let go."

"But I'm afraid you will still find it very difficult to leave Shanghai alive."

"Too many people want you dead."

"I won't kill you, someone else will."

Du Yuesheng said.

"Mao Sen?" Hong Zhiyou raised his eyebrows and said.

Du Yuesheng nodded and said: "That's right, Mao Sen hinted to me to keep you in Shanghai."

"You know the methods of the Secret Service Bureau."

"To some extent, letting you go is taking a risk myself."

"I believe you also know Mao Sen's character."

"You leave, he will definitely be dissatisfied with me and make things difficult."

After a pause, he looked at Hong Zhiyou: "Of course, I said, since I have recognized you as a friend, I will bear these risks myself."

"I'm just very curious, how you will leave."

"According to reliable information, Mao Wanli returned to Nanjing this morning."

"If I couldn't leave, why would I come?"

"But I need Mr. Du to act in a play with me."

Hong Zhiyou smiled confidently.

"What play?" Du Yuesheng asked.

Hong Zhiyou leaned closer and whispered a few words.

After Du Yuesheng heard it, he immediately shouted:

"Someone, Hong Zhiyou insulted me too much, execute him with chaotic knives."

Dozens of sword and axe men rushed out.

After a lot of noise.

The courtyard returned to calm.

At the same time.

Shanghai Garrison Headquarters, dozens of military vehicles were dispatched.

Telegrams flew to all parts like snowflakes.

Phone calls broke the tranquility of the night.

……

Hangzhou.

Mao Sen got up very early, and after practicing a set of Tai Chi, he made tea as usual.

His mood was quite good.

"Station Chief, there is news from Shanghai," the secretary walked in quickly.

"Read," Mao Sen said.

"Hong Zhiyou was executed by Du Yuesheng," the secretary said.

"Continue," Mao Sen said.

"It is said that during the negotiations for the person, Hong Zhiyou angered Du Yuesheng, and his entourage was hacked to death on the spot by Du Yuesheng's sword and axe men."

"Originally, Hong Zhiyou was going to spend the night at the Shanghai Garrison Headquarters."

"After Staff Officer Li of the Garrison Headquarters received the news, he sent troops to the Qing Gang main hall for the first time."

"They stood in a stalemate for a long time."

"Staff Officer Li then took the body away."

The secretary reported.

"I know," Mao Sen nodded faintly.

As he spoke, he stood up and returned to the inner room, dialing a number:

"Connect to the bureau line, Shanghai Station."

"Hello, Station Chief Wang, I am Mao Sen."

"I heard that there was bloodshed at the Qing Gang main hall last night, and even Staff Officer Li of the Garrison Headquarters was alarmed. May I ask if this is true?"

"Okay, I know."

"Thank you, Station Chief Wang."

After hanging up the phone, Mao Sen returned to the courtyard and picked up the teacup to take a light sip.

According to Wang Puchen, there was indeed a big movement last night.

Now Du Yuesheng can no longer be contacted.

He returned to the courtyard, and a staff member was whispering to the secretary.

Soon, the secretary reported:

"Station Chief, there is new news."

"Du Yuesheng has already been taken away by Staff Officer Li."

"Taken away?" Mao Sen frowned.

Du Yuesheng still has some status in Shanghai. Daring to arrest people openly, it seems that Hong Zhiyou might really be dead.

"You ask the people at the Garrison Headquarters to inquire."

"Especially Hong Zhiyou."

"Whether dead or alive, I want confirmed news," Mao Sen ordered the secretary.

"Okay, Station Chief, I will have people go inquire right away," the secretary took the order.

Mao Sen put down the teacup, stood up, and let out a long sigh of relief.

It's good that he's dead.

It's also time to let Old Dog Wu taste the power of the Jiangshan Gang.

Director Mao is in a high position and can't move.

He is not!

Being beaten without fighting back.

That is definitely not Mao Sen's style!

He not only wants to fight back, but also wants to make Wu Jingzhong hurt ten times, a hundred times more.

Hong Zhiyou is Wu Jingzhong's money-gathering tool.

And even more his prospective son-in-law.

With this guy gone, Wu Jingzhong will be much more painful than when he lost Butler Zhuang back then.

Mao Wanli didn't manage to get the position of Deputy Station Chief of the Jinhai Station.

Killing a Hong Zhiyou.

Can be considered a small win back.

What is even more gratifying is that the one who took action was Du Yuesheng.

Even if Wu Jingzhong knows that he secretly instigated it, there is no way to find fault. This evil spirit can suffocate him.

It's satisfying.

……

Nanjing.

Mao Renfeng leaned back on the soft leather recliner, looking at his nephew Mao Wanli with a smile:

"Wanli."

"With your merits and qualifications, it's not a big problem to be a station chief of a B-type station."

"Zheng Jiemin will soon be transferred to the Ministry of National Defense to be a deputy minister."

"Once the transfer is made, I will arrange it for you immediately."

"If you have any intentions, you can bring them up."

He has always been satisfied with this nephew.

"Uncle, can Wang Puchen of Shanghai be moved? If I can go to Shanghai, I can be horns with Mao Sen, and the Shanghai-Hangzhou area will be completely ours," Mao Wanli said ambitiously.

"Don't even think about Shanghai."

"Don't look at the prosperity of that place, it is the base of the Jiangsu-Zhejiang financial group. If you get involved too deeply, something will happen."

"Furthermore, Jiang Jianfeng has been fighting corruption."

"In my opinion, sparks will fly there sooner or later. Going to Shanghai at this time is jumping into a fire pit," Mao Renfeng shook his head and said.

"What about Jinhai?" Mao Wanli asked, unwilling to give up.

"Look, this is Yu Zecheng's appointment letter and commendation for Deputy Station Chief. I just held it for one day, and Wu Jingzhong called to urge me."

"Don't even think about Jinhai for a short time," Mao Renfeng said.

"Isn't it just having good luck and picking up a Ji Weimin?" Mao Wanli said dissatisfiedly.

"That's called good luck."

"I gave you so much intelligence and sent so many people."

"You turned Qingdao upside down and didn't see a shadow."

"How come Yu Zecheng caught him in twenty-four hours."

"Wanli, losing is losing, you have to admit it," Mao Renfeng rolled his eyes at him and said.

"However, this matter is not over."

"Zheng Jiemin has already taken Lu Qiaoshan away from the Inspection Office."

"Only a warning punishment was given," after a pause, he said again.

"Isn't it?"

"Eating inside and out, this is a big taboo of family rules, and it was solved with just a warning punishment?"

"Uncle, this is a good opportunity for us to fight back against Zheng Jiemin."

"The Old Cantonese Gang doesn't follow the rules, and there is nowhere for him to reason."

"That Lu Qiaoshan is also his relative by marriage."

"Uncle, we can't let it go," Mao Wanli was anxious.

"Confused."

"Zheng Jiemin is about to become the Deputy Minister of National Defense."

"At that time, he will be the immediate superior of our Secret Service Bureau."

"I let Lu Qiaoshan go at this time to ease the relationship, which is not bad for us."

"In any case, although we lost the position of Deputy Station Chief this time."

"But the relationship between Zheng, Wu, and Jiang Jianfeng has also cracked, especially Zheng Jiemin, he will not swallow this breath."

"You wait, this Lu Qiaoshan will sooner or later kill his way back to Jinhai."

"Don't forget, he is a founding elder of the reconstruction of the Jinhai Station and knows many inside stories and Wu Jingzhong's private affairs."

"Once he kills his way back to Jinhai, it will be a bloody return shot."

"At that time, don't talk about Deputy Station Chief."

"Even being a Station Chief is possible," Mao Renfeng laughed shrewdly.

When Mao Wanli heard this, he immediately became happy again: "Uncle, when you say that, I feel clear in my heart."

"By the way, last night..."

Just as he was about to talk about Hong Zhiyou, Mao Renfeng's confidential secretary walked in:

"Director, Mr. Yanji from the Attendant Office is here."

"Mr. Yanji!"

Mao Renfeng stood up hurriedly.

"Wanli, come with me to see Mr. Yanji."

"He is not someone ordinary people can see if they want to," he gave Mao Wanli a look and came to the office building in person to welcome him.

"Mr. Yanji, what wind blew you here."

"Please, please," Mao Renfeng smiled all over his face.

"What can blow me, there is no other wind."

"Director Mao, I came to find you for a big matter," Chen Bulei got straight to the point.

Arrived at the reception room.

After Mao Renfeng had people serve tea and take their seats, he opened his mouth and said: "Mr. Yanji, is there an errand from above?"

"Consider it so."

"Who is this?" Chen Bulei had never seen Mao Wanli.

"My nephew Mao Wanli," Mao Renfeng introduced.

"Wanli greets Mr. Yanji," Mao Wanli said respectfully.

Chen Bulei, as a scholar, had always scoffed at the Three Maos and even Dai Li, viewing them as low-class people and butchers.

If it weren't for Zhang Qun being on a business trip today.

And it concerned the major affairs of the Party and the State, he wouldn't have run this errand.

"Wanli, you go down first," Mao Renfeng saw his unhappy expression and waved his hand.

"Yes."

Mao Wanli bowed to the two and retreated.

"Mr. Yanji, please," Mao Renfeng raised his hand to offer tea.

"I am entrusted by Young Master Yu of the Jiangsu-Zhejiang Chamber of Commerce this time to ask you to protect someone," Chen Bulei said.

"Protecting people is the specialty of our Secret Service Bureau."

"The person who can make you run this errand in person must not be an ordinary person," Mao Renfeng laughed.

"It is indeed not an ordinary person."

"He is Hong Zhiyou, the secretary of the Jinhai Station!"

Chen Bulei said.

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(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 199 =====

Mao Wanli bowed to the two of them and retreated.

"Mr. Yanji, please." Mao Renfeng raised his hand to offer tea.

"I have been entrusted by Young Master Yu of the Jiangzhe Chamber of Commerce this time to ask you to protect someone," Chen Bulei said.

"Protecting people is the specialty of our Secret Service Bureau.

"The person who could make you run an errand in person must certainly not be an ordinary person."

Mao Renfeng smiled.

"Indeed, not an ordinary person.

"He is Secretary Hong Zhiyou of the Jinhai Station!"

Chen Bulei said.

(End of chapter)