Chapter 318

"President Sun?"

"Which President Sun?"

Hong Zhiyou had been waiting for these words; he turned around and asked with a smile.

"Of course, President Sun Ke!"

"Acquiring at seventy percent, are you trying to eat even President Sun's money?" Wang Lie said.

Hong Zhiyou knew he had to leave a way out for Sun Ke.

He looked at Wang Chunzhe: "Boss Wang, is that how it is?"

"Foolish!"

"Shut your mouth!"

Wang Chunzhe knew he had caused a huge disaster; while scolding Wang Lie with a pale face, he turned to Hong Zhiyou and said:

"Secretary Hong, my son has had too much to drink and is talking nonsense; please don't take it seriously."

"This batch of goods was hoarded by Wang."

"It has nothing to do with President Sun."

He hurriedly took responsibility for the matter.

"Father!"

"What are you afraid of? We do things for people and make money; now that outsiders have come to our door, do we still have to hide like turtles?" Wang Lie's violent temper flared up, and he roared.

"Hong Zhiyou, this batch of goods is President Sun's."

"Market price, will you accept it or not?"

He pointed at Hong Zhiyou and said.

"Boss Wang, who should I listen to?" Hong Zhiyou looked at Wang Chunzhe.

"No."

"Absolutely not; it was hoarded by Wang."

"How about this: seventy percent is seventy percent."

"I can sign the contract right now."

Wang Chunzhe panicked and hurriedly said.

"Don't."

"If it's President Sun's, I wouldn't dare accept it."

"I'll go back and ask the Director for instructions before making a decision."

Hong Zhiyou raised his hand to stop him.

"The photos were taken well."

Patting Wang Lie on the shoulder, he sneered and left.

"Bastard!"

Wang Lie was so angry his lungs were about to explode.

Before he could react, Wang Chunzhe slapped him, sending him staggering:

"You scoundrel."

"Who told you to sell out President Sun?" he roared with a deathly pale face.

"It's his own goods; he couldn't negotiate with Jiang Jianfeng and made us pay out of pocket—what kind of ability is that?" Wang Lie said unconvinced.

"Sigh."

Wang Chunzhe slumped into his chair, looking at his pampered and hot-tempered stupid son, and couldn't help but sigh deeply.

"Hurry up and eat." He picked up his chopsticks.

"You still have the heart to eat? I have no appetite," Wang Lie said unhappily.

"Eat."

"After this meal, who knows if there will be a next one."

Wang Chunzhe picked up a piece of fish, held his bowl, and started eating.

"You, you've gotten used to staying with Kong Lingkan; you can't take the slightest setback, and you can't see many things clearly."

"The problem is, Kong Lingkan has Madam Jiang behind him."

"Those goods of his might even have a share belonging to Madam Jiang."

"And you? Who do you have?"

"Sun Ke!"

"But don't forget, the one who sent Jiang Jianfeng to Shanghai this time is the Generalissimo."

"Nominally, it's to let Jiang Jianfeng save the market, but look at how the Central Bank uses sheets of cheap colored paper to scrape up the common people's gold and silver, frantically transporting it to the island; can't you see clearly yet?"

"What tiger-hunting and market-saving?"

"The Generalissimo is scraping up money in every way possible, plotting a way out for himself."

"Right now, Stuart and Wedemeyer are bombarding the Chiang government's incompetence and corruption in newspapers and Congress every day; Truman is increasingly dissatisfied with Chiang, and his patience is about to run out."

"Li Zongren is pressing step by step in his capacity as Vice President."

"In my opinion, it's hard to say how much longer our President Chiang can sit there."

"He can't scrape the common people anymore, so he put the butcher's knife directly on our necks, tricking the gold and silver in the common people's pockets out in every way possible."

"Using our resources to exchange for his pile of waste paper to turn into gold and silver."

"From Weng Wenhao and Wang Yunwu above, down to Jiang Jianfeng, they have all been used as his guns."

"High, indeed."

Wang Chunzhe mocked, then raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.

"Father, President... President Sun is the Generalissimo's confidant; he owns the majority of this batch of goods—he won't just ignore it, will he?" Wang Lie said.

"Hard to say."

"You shouldn't have stabbed President Sun today."

"Some things, once said, will get people killed."

Wang Chunzhe frowned and said.

"Father, I think you're making a mountain out of a molehill."

"You already agreed to sell at seventy percent, which is giving Jiang Jianfeng huge face; he should be grateful and indebted—how could he possibly take action against us?" Wang Lie waved his hand, not believing in this evil.

"I hope so."

"But you'd better be careful; you offended Hong Zhiyou today."

"Since he was able to roam freely in Jinhai, I imagine he has some methods."

Wang Chunzhe nodded, then reminded him again.

"Father, don't forget this is the Shanghai Bund."

"Dozens of lives—it's not bad that I haven't settled the score with him."

"If he really wanted to make trouble, he wouldn't have left after hearing Sun Ke's name; clearly, he was scared."

Wang Lie said disdainfully.

"Sigh."

Wang Chunzhe sighed long and hard.

He always had an ominous premonition in his heart; he was afraid this hurdle would not be easy to cross.

Office.

Hong Zhiyou walked in.

"Are you alright?" Jiang Jianfeng looked him over with concern.

"Thank you for your concern, Director."

"I'm fine," Hong Zhiyou said hurriedly.

"Long Tao just reported that the Wang father and son really did take action against Miss Zhou."

"Unreasonable!"

"Daring to threaten my people, they must be dealt with."

Jiang Jianfeng slapped the table and roared.

A hint of warmth appeared in Hong Zhiyou's eyes; he hurriedly took a micro-recorder out of his briefcase:

"Director, I have already obtained the item."

Saying this, he pressed the play button.

Jiang Jianfeng's expression changed drastically after listening; he pointed at the ceiling and said angrily:

"This bunch of dog thieves hoarding and cornering the market ruins the foundation of our party-state, and they even dared to slander my father; if I don't kill them, it will be hard to quell the hatred in my heart."

It wasn't slander; it was the truth.

The Generalissimo's move was absolute, and the common people were truly easy to fool.

Taking advantage of this last wave of revival from the Gold Yuan Notes, he almost washed away the last bit of the country's foundation, causing it to be unable to recover for many years afterward.

"Director, calm your anger," Hong Zhiyou hurriedly offered tea.

"The evidence is conclusive."

"The face saved for President Sun is also there."

"In my opinion, to prevent long delays from causing trouble, you should immediately lead Long Tao to arrest them."

"Confiscate their family property, hold a public trial, and shoot them."

Jiang Jianfeng's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he decided decisively.

"Yes!" Hong Zhiyou accepted the order.

Wang residence.

Wang Chunzhe had just gone to sleep.

He heard knocking at the door outside: "Master, Master, something has happened."

Wang Chunzhe put on his clothes in a daze, got out of bed, and opened the door:

"What happened?"

"Our warehouse has been raided by the Inspection Brigade," the butler said with a face full of urgency.

"What!"

Wang Chunzhe was so angry he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

He thought Hong Zhiyou would buy Sun Ke's account and that there would be another chance to talk; he didn't expect the strike to be so fast.

"Quick."

Wang Chunzhe rushed back into the room, wanting to make a phone call.

But he found that the phone line had been cut, and he couldn't contact Sun Ke at all.

"Where is A-Lie?" he shouted.

"It seems he went to the Great World to drink with Young Master Kong," the butler said.

"With Young Master Kong..." Wang Chunzhe felt slightly more at ease.

"Prepare the car immediately; we are going to Jinhai to find President Sun."

He made the decision immediately.

Before he could tidy up, noisy footsteps sounded in the courtyard.

Long Tao led a team of men, blocking the courtyard with murderous intent.

"Boss Wang, come with me."

Long Tao waved his hand.

Bang!

The suitcase in Wang Chunzhe's hand dropped to the ground.

Great World.

The saxophone was melodious.

Dancers dressed enchantingly twisted their bodies wildly, and the place was filled with the copper smell of debauchery.

Kong Lingkan and Wang Lie were drinking red wine, enjoying this moment of extravagance and prosperity.

Clang.

The large door was pushed open heavily.

Hong Zhiyou led dozens of guards inside.

The cold light of the soldiers' guns and the thick murderous aura quickly caused a disturbance in the hall.

"Who are you? Do you know where this is?"

The manager of the hall walked over, acting arrogantly.

The era of Lu Xiaojia had long since passed; nowadays, the Shanghai Bund was decided by Young Master Kong.

Even if Tang Enbo came, he wouldn't dare to smash the place casually.

"Get lost."

Hong Zhiyou directly showed his credentials.

When the manager saw the Economic Management Committee, he was instantly dumbfounded and retreated to the side honestly.

Nowadays, Jiang Jianfeng's prestige was at its peak; even the son of Chief Du, the owner of the Great World, had been thrown into prison—who would dare provoke this bunch of killing gods?

"Young Master Kong, Hong Zhiyou is here," Wang Lie said in a deep voice.

"Let him come; I'm not afraid of him."

Kong Lingkan was as steady as Mount Tai, holding a cigar between his fingers and shouting at the people on the stage:

"What are you panicking about? Keep playing the music for me, keep singing."

"Young Master Kong has good taste," Hong Zhiyou walked over and asked with a smile.

"Of course."

"The sky won't fall; naturally, one should eat and drink."

"It's better than some people, running around and barking like mad dogs in the Shanghai Bund all day—why bother?"

"Would you like a drink?"

Kong Lingkan shook his wine glass and mocked.

Hong Zhiyou had no interest in arguing with him; he smiled slightly and looked at Wang Lie, showing the warrant signed by Jiang Jianfeng:

"Wang Lie, you are suspected of hoarding and reselling controlled supplies; come with us."

Wang Lie trembled all over, no longer his usual arrogant self.

Du Weiping was taken away from the hands of over a thousand Green Gang members by this very piece of paper.

Jiang Jianfeng's iron fist was no joke.

"They, they are framing me, it's a setup."

"Young Master Kong, you have to help me."

The wine glass in Wang Lie's hand shook violently, and he looked at Kong Lingkan with pleading eyes.

"Hong Zhiyou."

"Give me some face; I'll talk to my cousin about this matter—let Wang Lie go for now."

Kong Lingkan crossed his legs and said arrogantly.

"Sorry, I'm not familiar with you; you have no face here with me," Hong Zhiyou didn't indulge him at all.

He hooked his finger: "Take him away."

Soldiers immediately stepped forward to forcibly take Wang Lie away.

"I want to see how you take him away."

Kong Lingkan's anger flared, and he smashed the wine glass in his hand onto the ground.

Immediately.

Seven or eight of his burly bodyguards drew their pistols and aimed them all at Hong Zhiyou.

"How to take him away?"

Hong Zhiyou smiled and stepped forward, grabbing Wang Lie by the collar.

"Young Master Kong, save, save me," Wang Lie screamed.

"Damn it, I today..."

Just as Kong Lingkan was about to explode, he heard a crisp "horse whistle" from the corner.

He saw Raul smiling and raising his glass to him.

Kong Lingkan, who had originally wanted to act like his second sister and take the opportunity to shoot Hong Zhiyou, trembled all over and instantly sobered up.

"Young Master Kong."

"It's not peaceful in the Shanghai Bund lately; get some rest early."

Hong Zhiyou winked and smiled at him, and under Kong Lingkan's murderous gaze, he grabbed Wang Lie's tie and dragged him out like a dog.

Damn it!

Kong Lingkan watched helplessly as Hong Zhiyou and his party walked out the door.

Bang!

He suddenly flipped the table and glared fiercely at Raul: "Let's go."

Raul shrugged and drank the wine in one gulp.

Immediately, he followed them out.

Jiang Jianfeng's knife was fast.

The Wang father and son were publicly tried the next day and shot on the spot.

In the Shanghai Bund, who didn't know that the Wang father and son had a close relationship with Sun Ke?

First, it was Du Weiping, the young master of the Green Gang.

Now it was the Wang father and son.

The wealthy merchants finally saw clearly the determination and methods of the Chiang family's crown prince.

Everyone couldn't care about losing money and scrambled to sell their grain at seventy percent at the registration office; the situation of skyrocketing prices in the Shanghai Bund was effectively controlled for a time.

Jinhai.

Executive Yuan office.

A secretary walked in quickly: "President, the news from Shanghai has been confirmed; Jiang Jianfeng executed the Wang father and son and confiscated all the Wang family's assets and hoarded supplies."

"What!"

"This Jiang Jianfeng, is he crazy?"

"He doesn't go after the Song family, Chen Cheng, or Mao Renfeng, but he actually takes a knife to me."

"Does he really think I'm made of mud?"

Sun Ke, who was working, stood up and slapped the table upon hearing this.

He had already known about the news of Wang Chunzhe's arrest and had even deliberately called to hint that Jiang Jianfeng should be careful in his investigation.

He didn't expect this kid to actually carry out an immediate execution.

This was completely giving him no face.

"Secretary Liu, prepare; I'm flying to Shanghai," Sun Ke said coldly.

People, once killed by Jiang Jianfeng, could not be brought back to life.

But a large portion of the confiscated assets had been amassed by Wang Chunzhe on his behalf; how could they be filled into the national treasury?

Just as he stood up, the guard walked in again:

"President Sun, Jiang Jianfeng sent you a letter from Shanghai; please check it."

"A letter?" Sun Ke frowned and took it.

What could be so important that it couldn't be said by telegram or phone, requiring a letter?

He opened it, and inside was a cassette tape and a note.

"You all go out first."

Sun Ke instructed.

After there were no outsiders, he walked to the corner, put the tape into the recorder, and clicked play.

Inside came the dialogue between the Wang father and son and Hong Zhiyou.

After listening.

He slapped the table repeatedly in anger, his vision going black.

"These two stupid pigs deserve to die," Sun Ke cursed.

In their dialogue with Hong Zhiyou, the two not only pointed at and slandered the Generalissimo but also publicly claimed that the batch of supplies was hoarded by themselves.

This was simply a catastrophic disaster.

Tiger-hunting and investigating hoarding were the Generalissimo's personal instructions.

For him, as the President of the Executive Yuan, to take the lead in hoarding supplies and acting as a backer—if this fell into Li Zongren's hands, it would be a political disaster involving the Generalissimo.

Immediately after, he opened the note:

"The Wang father and son slandered you; Jiang Jianfeng knows deeply that you are a pillar of the country, always possessing the legacy of Mr. Sun, so how could you have such an act that harms the country and the people?"

"There must be malicious people behind it instigating them, wanting to use the situation to frame you, destroy the unity of the party-state, and alienate our friendship."

"Therefore, only by cutting the Gordian knot can we set the record straight."

"I hope you understand."

"Jiang Jianfeng!"

After reading the letter, Sun Ke slumped into his leather chair like a defeated rooster, cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

With this tape, let alone asking for things, he didn't even have the face to see Jiang Jianfeng.

Who told him to be Mr. Sun's son?

Jiang Jianfeng held his Achilles' heel, and the Chiang father and son had so righteously swallowed his hundreds of thousands of US dollars in assets.

Killing people, robbing money, and also wanting to destroy the heart.

The Chiang father and son are poisonous!

(End of chapter)