Chapter 300: Gold Yuan Coupons

Li Ya knew Hong Zhiyou and Yu Zecheng had something going on.

But anyone who thought Hong Zhiyou was a Red-ticket would be insulting the wisdom of the Generalissimo and his son.

With most of Eastern Shandong and the Northeast occupied by Red-tickets, having some Red-ticket connections was beneficial for doing business, which the Generalissimo implicitly allowed.

However, Li Ya couldn't consider that deeply, nor was he interested.

He only knew that for the past half year, countless important secrets, especially military defense intelligence and material information, had been leaking out of the Jinhai Station.

This was something Li Ya absolutely would not allow.

Hong Zhiyou could not be moved.

Yu Zecheng must die!

Hong Zhiyou couldn't conveniently defend Yu Zecheng, and even less could he accept Li Ya's "kind" reminder, which would be equivalent to indirectly selling out Old Yu.

They were all human spirits; how could he not see through Li Ya's little tricks?

"Hmmph."

He hummed a sound that was neither a yes nor a no.

"Gone," Li Ya saw he couldn't get anything out, and being in a hurry to arrest people, he took the guns and ammunition and walked away quickly.

Hong Zhiyou washed his face and, after pulling himself together, arrived at the Station Chief's office.

Wu Jingzhong was reading a book on economics.

Xiao Guohua was making tea on the side.

"Teacher, Section Chief Xiao."

Hong Zhiyou walked in and greeted them very politely.

"Oh," Xiao Guohua nodded in response hurriedly.

"Teacher is also interested in economics?" Hong Zhiyou sat down.

Just as he was about to drink tea, seeing Xiao Guohua standing on the side like a nanny, he put down the teacup and stood on the side as well.

According to rank.

Xiao Guohua was a Major, the same rank as him.

He was also the head of a department.

There was no reason for him to sit and drink tea while someone served him.

He didn't want to act superior just because he helped Duoduo treat her eyes.

It was just that Old Wu hadn't spoken, so it wasn't easy for him to speak, appearing as if he didn't know the rules and was overshadowing the leader's prestige.

How could Xiao Guohua not understand Hong Zhiyou's thoughts? A trace of shame and gratitude flashed in his eyes.

He truly regarded Hong Zhiyou as a benefactor and "young master," accustomed to the role of a guard.

He didn't expect Hong Zhiyou to treat him like this, and for a moment, his heart felt warm.

"Sit, sit.

"We're not outsiders, everyone sit,"

Wu Jingzhong smiled slightly and waved his hand.

"Last time your Madam came back, she said He Yingqin, Chen Cheng, and these people were all reading this book, so she told me to pay attention.

"The situation is not good; I went to the Beiping General Headquarters for a meeting two days ago, and a bunch of American-educated financial experts like Professor He Qicang of Yenching University and President Fang Buting of the Central Bank were all there, saying the Generalissimo wants to push a new currency called Gold Yuan Coupons.

"They asked these professors and experts in Beiping to come up with a plan as soon as possible.

"The initial face value was set at three million yuan.

"Jinhai also needs to fully cooperate; what the municipal and intelligence lines need to do is ensure prices, and what the army urgently needs to do is fight a victory to stabilize the hearts of the people and escort the Gold Yuan Coupons.

"Zhiyou, Guohua, do you think these experts can pull the people's livelihood and the economy back?"

Wu Jingzhong closed the book, crossed his arms, and looked at the two.

"I think the legal tender is hanging by a thread.

"Now on the market, the common people have started bartering, only recognizing gold, silver dollars, and US dollars; those with a little gold and silver jewelry at home are still okay.

"Those without can only take clothes and quilts to exchange for food.

"My wife often goes to the market to buy things; this is the current situation.

"And this is Jinhai, where supplies are relatively abundant.

"In other provinces, cities, and counties, common people eating chaff and swallowing vegetables is already a daily occurrence.

"However, if the Generalissimo can recover the Northeast and Eastern Shandong, supplement supplies, and use the Gold Yuan Coupons to sweep away the situation, it will definitely be able to revitalize the national prestige," Xiao Guohua analyzed correctly.

"Section Chief Xiao has made quite a bit of progress lately," Hong Zhiyou praised with a smile.

"To tell you the truth, Ruirui went to my house during the New Year and told me to be prepared to go to Xiangdao at any time to continue guarding the Station Chief.

"I thought I couldn't lose face, so I've been cramming and studying political affairs and other knowledge every night.

"By the way, our whole family is now studying Cantonese hard.

"For example, 'Daga hou', 'ngo hai'..."

Xiao Guohua's face turned slightly red, and he reported honestly.

Hong Zhiyou held his forehead and held back his laughter: "Old Xiao, you're practicing well; practice until you're good, and then teach me."

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare," Xiao Guohua said hurriedly.

"Guohua is still young; it's good to have this ambition," Wu Jingzhong praised, then turned back to the main topic:

"Zhiyou, what do you think?"

"Let's talk about legal tender first," Hong Zhiyou deliberated and continued:

"Legal tender initially had a certain credibility, but the military-political system destined the principle of military supply priority; in order to supply the army, the Central Government could only frantically print currency to extract resources from the common people.

"But the corruption of the army drained the blood of the common people, plus the transfer of assets by big families like Kong and Chen, and the collapse of the battlefield, legal tender naturally reached its end.

"Our Minister of Finance, Kong Xiangxi, once had a famous saying:

"'Inflation? Where did inflation come from? The Nationalist Government has no inflation at all; if someone is willing to spend two million to buy a fountain pen, that's their own choice, and it has nothing to do with inflation.'

"See? Our Minister shifted the blame onto the common people.

"Therefore, I think Gold Yuan Coupons are just old wine in a new bottle; in the final analysis, the family foundation has already been hollowed out by termites, and talking about currency away from physical objects, issuing any currency is just a piece of waste paper.

"The North American Observation Group published an editorial two months ago saying that Nationalist soldiers can only eat rice mixed with chili oil, while Red-ticket soldiers eat hot steamed buns, noodles, sorghum, and corn cakes.

"Red-tickets don't take a single needle or thread from the common people, yet they can get rice flour and sorghum; this has nothing to do with what currency is issued.

"I don't think highly of Gold Yuan Coupons,"

Hong Zhiyou said loudly.

Wu Jingzhong and Xiao Guohua, who had originally been full of expectations for this reform by the Generalissimo, were silenced by this bucket of cold water.

"Teacher, Old Xiao.

"The Nationalist Government might be using financial coupons to harvest the last wave; keeping the gold, silver, US dollars, and antiques in your pockets is very important," Hong Zhiyou said.

"Sigh.

"The Generalissimo called me last night; he's going to Shanghai next month to cooperate with the establishment of the Economic Control and Supervision Group for Gold Yuan Coupons and asked me to nominate you to go.

"I pondered that if you go and achieve results following him, even if the Red-tickets occupy Jinhai in the future, my application to transfer to Shanghai will have a glimmer of hope.

"Now it seems you don't necessarily want to go,"

Wu Jingzhong shook his head and sighed.

Hong Zhiyou knew that ruling by the river was Old Wu's last hope.

"Teacher, although the Three People's Principles Youth League is gone, I am still considered a 'student' of the Generalissimo; since he has nominated me, I will accompany him on a trip next month," Hong Zhiyou thought for a moment and agreed.

Anyway, it's only a year or a year and a half left; whether Old Wu gives up hope or not doesn't matter, just play along.

Witnessing the curtain fall on a "dynasty" is itself an interesting thing.

"Good, I'll call the Generalissimo back right now," Wu Jingzhong was overjoyed.

"By the way.

"The wind of the Beiping 'July 5th Incident' has already blown to Jinhai; not to mention the large number of students protesting, Fu Zuoyi, fearing he would be stained, drove all the students who fled from the Northeast into the pass to Jinhai.

"He's acting all righteous, wanting to protect the students, letting the Northeast students enroll and taking care of their lives.

"Nankai and Beiyang have suffered.

"Beds and food arrangements are all big problems.

"These students will be very troublesome once they start making a scene.

"Don't forget, it was because the Youth Army shot and killed students that Chen Jicheng caused domestic public opinion, allowing Fu Zuoyi to take the opportunity to squeeze out of Beiping.

"This bunch of students are like flies now, stinking wherever they go, very annoying.

"If they blow up in Jinhai, who knows if Zhang Tinge, Chen Zhangjie, and I will all be unlucky.

"Commander Chen emphasized at the meeting this morning not to provoke these ancestors.

"Isn't your sister at Nankai?

"Also, arrange more of our student undercover agents to watch them to death, and report any movement to me immediately,"

Wu Jingzhong instructed solemnly.

"Yes, Teacher," Hong Zhiyou accepted the order correctly.

"By the way, Captain Li just took some guns; I don't know what he went to do," he asked.

"Station Chief, you two talk,"

Xiao Guohua got up and left very tactfully.

"Sigh.

"This Li Ya is uncomfortable if he doesn't find something to do every day.

"He doesn't care about the students' affairs and stares at Yu Zecheng all day.

"He is like Lu Qiaoshan, both have wolfish ambitions, anxious to get promoted.

"Fixing Yu Zecheng, and dragging me into the water along with him.

"He wants to take over the position of Station Chief.

"Simply wishful thinking!"

Wu Jingzhong snorted coldly.

"Yes, the position of Jinhai Station Chief is not so easy to sit in.

"If they were to fight with those old foxes at headquarters, they would only be stepping stones and puppets,"

Hong Zhiyou said with deep feeling.

With Jinhai being such a treasure land, Mao Renfeng and Zheng Jiemin are both staring at it; even if Old Wu goes down, it won't be Li Ya's turn to sit there.

Even if the Generalissimo wanted to get involved, it would likely not be Li Ya.

Instead, he would send someone else.

After all, last time the students at the cadre school were suppressed and killed by Lu Qiaoshan, the Generalissimo had already cold-shouldered Li Ya.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so painstakingly trying to arrest Yu Zecheng.

In the final analysis, he still wants to earn merit and be reused by the Generalissimo again.

Tongyuan Bookstore.

Luo Anping was drying books in the backyard; it had rained heavily every day last month, and many books in the warehouse were almost moldy.

Luo Bing walked in with a slightly nervous expression:

"Manager, people from the Secret Service Bureau have come; Li Ya is leading the team in person, and they are armed.

"Both the front and back doors are blocked."

"What are you panicking about? Act according to the plan; can't you trust Old Yu?" Luo Anping glared at him and said.

"Understood," Luo Bing instantly became steady.

"Go, go, the Secret Service Bureau is handling business; irrelevant personnel leave immediately,"

Li Ya led people into the bookstore, flashed his credentials, and shouted.

The customers in the shop scattered in all directions.

"In the backyard, hurry, don't let them run away," Li Ya glanced and shouted.

A group of people immediately rushed into the warehouse.

Luo Anping and Luo Bing, like frightened birds, huddled in the corner, shivering.

"Arrest them, search for the radio station," Li Ya tucked his gun back into the holster and instructed, turning his head.

The action team members searched everywhere.

After a while, Gao Yuan walked over: "Captain Li, we didn't find the radio station."

"No radio station?

"Impossible, keep looking; even if you have to dig three feet into the ground, you must dig it out,"

Li Ya frowned, not believing it.

He led the people straight to the front bookstore, drinking tea while watching Luo Anping and his nephew:

"Where is the radio station?"

"What radio station? Sir, I don't understand what you're talking about," Luo Anping said with a trembling voice.

"Still pretending?

"The people from your Langfang group have all confessed; you are an important person in charge of the Red-ticket traffic line in Ping-Jin.

"The one you are contacting is codenamed 'Deep Sea.'

"You are in single-line contact.

"And, I even know who 'Deep Sea' is,"

Li Ya glanced at him and said unhurriedly.

"What Langfang group? Sir, don't talk nonsense; Red-tickets are going to lose their heads," Luo Anping said with a terrified expression.

"Still dare to quibble? I'll take your head right now," Li Ya pulled out his gun and slapped it on the tea table.

"Sir, I... I really don't know," Luo Anping said, sweating profusely from anxiety.

"Great acting!"

Li Ya started to laugh.

Luo Anping's sweating appearance reminded him of Gu Youniu.

Damn it, he treated them with good food and drink.

And they backstabbed and started acting at the critical moment.

The Red-tickets' specialty.

"Did you find it?" Li Ya shouted at Gao Yuan.

"No," Gao Yuan shook his head dejectedly.

"Very good at hiding.

"Take them back to the station first; once they enter the interrogation room, I don't believe they won't tell the truth,"

Li Ya glanced at the uncle and nephew coldly and walked out unhurriedly.

Arriving at the interrogation room.

He instructed Lu Baoxing: "Interrogate these two separately; I will interrogate the small one myself, and if the big one isn't honest, use torture first."

"Captain Li, are there instructions from the Station Chief?

"Should I call and ask first?"

Lu Baoxing asked officially.

"Ask," Li Ya frowned unhappily.

Damn it, there are a bunch of rules and regulations for doing anything now, it's just annoying.

If Old Five were still here, he would have started beating them long ago.

"Station Chief, Captain Li caught two people and said they are from some bookstore; should I use torture?" he walked to the corner and picked up the phone to ask.

"Good, I understand.

"Okay, Station Chief."

Hanging up the phone, Lu Baoxing said respectfully: "Captain Li, you can use torture."

"No.

"What exactly do you want to do, officers? I am a good citizen; I am just a book seller.

"Please show mercy, I have money.

"I can give you money,"

Luo Anping begged like a philistine.

"Act, keep acting.

"Look at the guys here; even the toughest men won't last a night.

"Confess the radio station now.

"It's still not too late to point out 'Deep Sea',"

Li Ya rolled up his sleeves and leaned against the interrogation table with his arms crossed.

"Officer, I really don't know about any radio station or Deep Sea," Luo Anping said with a bitter face.

"If you refuse a toast, you'll be forced to drink a forfeit.

"Baoxing, beat him to death,"

Li Ya stopped wasting words and walked to the next interrogation room.

"Old brother, in the world of rivers and lakes, one cannot help oneself; offense taken,"

Lu Baoxing glanced at Luo Anping and picked up the whip to beat him.

As soon as Li Ya mentioned the radio station and Deep Sea.

Lu Baoxing knew, damn it, it's infighting again, and it's targeting Director Yu again.

Not to mention anything else, Yu's wife had been here two or three times already.

The interrogation room is the most offensive department.

It harms many people and knows many inside stories; very few people can end well.

Old Five was Wu Jingzhong's iron-clad confidant, but in the end, didn't he die an unnatural death?

Lu Baoxing didn't want to follow in Old Five's footsteps.

So he secretly chose to hug Hong Zhiyou's thigh, just hoping that if he had nowhere to go in the future, he could mix a meal by following him.

Since Luo Anping was involved with Yu Zecheng, Lu Baoxing couldn't beat him too hard.

Beating people has its ways and techniques.

Like beating boards in the past, beat, beat hard, beat to death.

Every word from above determined the intensity of the beating the prisoner received.

Lu Baoxing's whip hit Luo Anping.

It hit hard.

But the force was mastered extremely well, only hurting the skin and flesh, not the muscles and bones.

It looked bloody, but in reality, it wouldn't be too serious.

Next door, Luo Bing sat on the electric chair, his whole body tense and convulsing, so much so that every time he breathed, he made a harsh sound.

Ah!

Luo Anping's shrill screams came from next door.

"Heard that?

"You are still young; you must give yourself a chance.

"I know your bones are hard and you can carry it, but no matter how hard, can you be harder than a soldering iron, a saw, or an axe?

"You bought a coffin.

"You participated in the Qian Siming swap incident.

"Based on this alone, I can shoot you right now.

"As long as you confess, this will be yours, and I can recruit you into the action team; if you're not interested, you can also go to another place or return to your hometown,"

Li Ya raised his hand and took a small wooden tray from Gao Yuan, lifting the red cloth on top.

Underneath were two gold bars and two bundles of silver dollars.

Money, he could give.

As for whether Luo Bing would have a life to spend it after confessing, that was another matter.

"I... I don't know anything.

"I don't know about any coffin, I... I really don't know,"

Luo Bing answered, trembling all over.

"I gave you a chance, and you didn't take it, so don't blame me,"

Li Ya took a soldering iron from the furnace and walked toward Luo Bing, shaking his head.

"You say, should I burn your left eye first, or your right eye?

"Will the eyeball explode at high temperature?

"Hmm, let's go with the left eye,"

He compared left and right and was about to burn Luo Bing's left eye.

"Ah!"

Luo Bing screamed while instinctively dodging backward:

"Captain Li, don't, don't burn, I confess, I confess everything!"

"I did go to the coffin shop..."

"No rush, go over there and say it in front of your manager," Li Ya smiled and walked out triumphantly.

Arriving at Room 1.

Li Ya raised his hand: "Genbao, stop beating him."

"Manager Luo, your clerk has already confessed," he said, walking in front of the blood-covered Luo Anping.

"Manager.

"I... I was really too scared, let's... let's just confess,"

Luo Bing said with a frightened expression.

"You!"

Luo Anping's eyes bulged, and he shook his head and sighed:

"Fine, I confess."

"Consider yourselves smart.

"Baoxing, go invite the Station Chief, Director Yu, and Secretary Hong to come over and listen together," Li Ya said.

"Yes, Captain Li,"

Lu Baoxing accepted the order and walked out quickly.

Arriving at the Station Chief's office.

Wu Jingzhong was discussing student affairs with Yu Zecheng.

"Come in," Wu Jingzhong's thick voice came from inside.

"Station Chief, Captain Li caught a bookstore manager and a clerk, and those two want to confess; Captain Li invites you, Director Yu, and Secretary Hong to go over and listen," Lu Baoxing reported respectfully.

"Zecheng, shall we go listen?" Wu Jingzhong looked at him with complex eyes.

He was truly afraid that Yu Zecheng would fall, affecting his own career.

Now this precious student was a hot potato.

Throw him away, he couldn't bear to, as it involved interests from all sides.

Don't throw him away, who knows if he'll be a disaster that implicates him again.

It was giving him a headache.

"Since Captain Li came to invite us, let's go," Yu Zecheng smiled.

"Fine.

"You go notify Zhiyou, and we'll go listen together,"

Seeing Yu Zecheng had no fear, Wu Jingzhong roughly knew what was going on and stood up, slapping his thigh.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 301 =====