Chapter 50: Arms Must Be Sold Openly

Hong Hong Zhiyou had thought it through carefully.

Wu Wu Jingzhong was a pure utilitarian.

Old Yu's situation stung Hong Hong Zhiyou.

Yu Zecheng had taken such a heavy blow; if Wu Wu Jingzhong really wanted to protect him, he should have at least provided equivalent wealth to avoid offending Mao Sen.

However, he specifically chose worthless items, pushing Old Yu into the fire pit.

This showed that Old Wu only cared about money.

As for students, if they couldn't generate wealth, they were disposable at any time.

Of course, this might also have to do with Wu Wu Jingzhong's suspicion of Yu Zecheng.

Regardless?

Hugging Wu's thigh could only be an expedient measure.

Once he couldn't generate revenue, Wu Wu Jingzhong would kick him out sooner or later.

Now that he had a starting foundation and the arms and medicine chains were open, if he could also take down Mu Liancheng and Vice Prefect Qian, his wealth would skyrocket.

Especially Mu Liancheng.

He could eat this piece all by himself.

Therefore, he had to put transferring assets on the agenda.

Long Er stared at Hong Hong Zhiyou in silence for a long time before nodding:

"If anyone else told me this, I'd take it as farting."

"But I trust you; there are people at the docks who run to Xiangdao; I'll discuss it with Old Zhou and start working on it tomorrow."

"Good, thank you, Second Brother," Hong Hong Zhiyou was overjoyed.

He knew Long Er was always a man of his word.

"By the way, have you met the buyer Liao Liao Sanmin found?"

"How did the talk go?"

Hong Hong Zhiyou sipped his tea and discussed business.

"Met them; they are very satisfied with the equipment and medicine, and the price offered is also very high," Long Er said.

"Very good."

"You're in charge; remember to find a shell company so we can wash our hands clean if something goes wrong," Hong Hong Zhiyou reminded him.

"You can rest assured with how I handle things, but the buyer wants to see you," Long Er said.

"Am I stupid? To go see him?" Hong Hong Zhiyou shook his head and laughed.

"You've already met: Yong Yong Jianqiu."

"Didn't Wu Wu Jingzhong tell you to go to the Yong family?"

"Boss Yong's meaning is that you can talk face-to-face."

"I'm not as good as you at killing and arson, but when it comes to business, I'm far behind you."

"There are many things I can't negotiate clearly; it would be better for you to talk in person."

"Moreover, the Yong family is a big comprador."

"If this deal is done, will there be fewer collaborations in the future?" Long Er laughed.

"We'll see, I'm leaving."

Hong Hong Zhiyou covered the box with his coat and rose to walk out.

After two steps, he turned back:

"Didn't we change the name? Why is it still called Cao Gang?"

"No choice, the old brothers below all disagree."

"Let it be Cao Gang then."

Long Er curled his lip and put on his sunglasses, very displeased.

Cao Gang is still better.

"Black Dragon"—it's truly tacky.

Yong family, teahouse.

"Mr. Yong, has there been any progress on the supplies and equipment?"

Zhou Zhou Yunyi held his teacup, his eyes bloodshot; clearly, the pressure was not small.

"There has."

"The secret line has already pre-ordered a batch, and I am considering the passage," Yong Yong Jianqiu said.

"That's great, where..."

Zhou Zhou Yunyi smiled and stopped his sentence.

"The Jinhai Station also intends to sell a batch."

"Wu Wu Jingzhong sent a secretary; I estimate the printing plant has been targeted, and he's here to probe my bottom line."

"It just so happens that Yong Manzhu is interested in pulling him along."

"If we can prepare thoroughly, I think we can also eat up this batch of goods."

Yong Yong Jianqiu glanced at him coldly, not revealing any important information.

"Brother, you will kill the Third Miss," Zhou Zhou Yunyi reminded him.

"Some things must be done by someone."

"Rest assured, I have a sense of proportion," Yong Yong Jianqiu said.

"Master, Secretary Hong is here," just as they were speaking, Butler Liu said outside the door.

"You leave first."

"I received news that Old Liu has been bought off by Ma Kui; this is an opportunity for us."

"Those dog secret agents at the Jinhai Station have killed many of our people."

"It's time to make them see some blood."

Yong Yong Jianqiu leaned in and whispered.

"Understood!"

"Old Wei's blood cannot be shed in vain; we must make them pay the price."

Zhou Zhou Yunyi nodded and retreated quickly.

"Butler Liu, tidy up," Yong Yong Jianqiu tidied up simply and shouted.

Liu Fu walked in.

"Old Liu, make a few more dishes tonight and keep Secretary Hong for dinner," he instructed and went downstairs.

"Understood, Master," Liu Fu replied.

There was only one cup.

Liu Fu sniffed; there was a faint smell of smoke.

Moreover, there was a wet cup on the tea tray.

Yong Yong Jianqiu had washed it.

Sure enough, someone had been here.

He pricked up his ears, heard Yong Yong Jianqiu talking downstairs, and emboldened himself to walk inside.

There was a one-foot-long gap in the wardrobe.

Mr. Yong was always meticulous; the door shouldn't have been loose.

Sure enough, there was a problem.

Two days ago, he had taken the opportunity to search the bedroom, discovered the secret passage in the wardrobe, and had his son report it to Ma Kui.

Now it seemed it was highly likely a secret passage for high-ranking Red agents.

Tonight, the Master and the others were going to see a movie; he would find another opportunity to explore it then.

He cleared the tea tray.

Listening to the laughter in the hall that had been the same for decades.

His mood suddenly became heavy again.

If it weren't for his son being threatened by Ma Kui and promised recruitment as a field agent for the Jinhai Station, why would he do such a shameful thing?

No choice.

This is the only seedling; the Liu family line must be continued.

Joining the Military Statistics Bureau means eating the emperor's grain; he won't have to worry about not finding a wife.

By then, he could hold his own grandson.

Hong Hong Zhiyou arrived in the living room holding fresh flowers.

Yong Yong Jianqiu was chatting with his two daughters.

His eldest daughter was abroad.

The second daughter, Yong Manhua, was not yet thirty, plump and noble—exactly in her prime.

She was very beautiful.

Her makeup was good, her eyebrows were curved, her legs under the cheongsam were slender, and her chest and hips were full—all exuding mature charm.

What a pity.

Such a moving young lady, forced to dally and compromise with Yang Yang Wenquan.

After greeting them one by one.

Yong Yong Manhua and Yang Yang Wenquan had a date to dance at the Military Family Club and left first.

"What are you here for?" Yong Yong Manzhu was very dissatisfied with him.

"The Third Miss has given an order; how dare I not obey."

"Naturally, it's to sell arms."

Hong Hong Zhiyou said with a relaxed, joking smile.

"Really selling?" Yong Yong Manzhu was overjoyed.

"Really selling."

"Long Er and I are friends; the goods are in the dock warehouse; you can send someone to look, and we can move the goods at any time," Hong Hong Zhiyou said.

"Dad, I succeeded," Yong Yong Manzhu was overjoyed.

"Yong Manzhu has grown up and can help Dad do things."

"You go upstairs to read first; I'll chat with Secretary Hong," Yong Yong Jianqiu stroked his daughter's hair affectionately and praised her.

"Okay, Dad."

Yong Yong Manzhu left happily like a bird.

"Secretary Hong, please move!"

Yong Yong Jianqiu rose and walked out.

The two came to a small hut in the garden.

Inside, it was square, with only one small window, one table, and two chairs—clear at a glance.

"No need to worry about eavesdropping; we can talk business now," Yong Yong Jianqiu said.

"How will you move the goods?" Hong Hong Zhiyou asked directly.

"That depends on how your Station Chief Wu moves this batch," Yong Yong Jianqiu said.

"What do you mean?"

"I want to eat up this batch from the Jinhai Station as well."

Hong Hong Zhiyou shook his head and laughed:

"Don't even think about it; this is a trap; I know what you're planning."

"Fake hook, real deal."

"Armed conflict?"

"That's right, I plan to hand over the goods with you near Mawang Town."

"You know, that place is a mix of dragons and snakes; black market merchants and garrison troops selling supplies are all there."

"We have connections with the garrison and the security brigade."

"With just the few guns your Military Statistics Bureau station has, you can't stop us."

"Moreover, the ones doing the work are the remnants of Sun Sun Meiyao's old troops; once the fight is over, the supplies will be dismantled and diverted immediately, entering the border region communication station through various channels."

Yong Yong Jianqiu didn't hide it from him and stated the plan.

Mawang Town was indeed a good place.

The forces there were intricate and complex; gangs, garrison troops, black market merchants, Red agents, etc., were all trading there.

But the public security was also extremely poor.

The security brigade responsible for defense were all locals; they were fine with eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling, but they turned a blind eye to serious business, and they ran faster than rabbits when they encountered a gunfight.

Those remnants of Sun Sun Meiyao were specialized in black-on-black 【theft】.

As long as you paid, they would dare to fire a few bursts even at the Generalissimo's private car.

Ma Kui wanted to hook a big fish; he definitely wouldn't dare to do it with great fanfare.

Without the assistance of the garrison or the security brigade, these people from the Jinhai Station might not necessarily have the advantage.

"The plan is good."

"However, you're overthinking it; there's a problem with this batch of goods."

Today, only three words: Mwah.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 51 =====