Chapter 61

Hong Hong Zhiyou wasn't shooting in the dark.

At this time, the Double Tenth negotiations hadn't started yet.

Kawashima Yoshiko was arrested by Ma Ma Hansan during the negotiations.

That led to the subsequent Longquan Sword case, which completely tore the mask off his relationship with Dai Li.

Dai Li's current dissatisfaction with him is due to the uneven distribution of spoils.

Furthermore, he has developed a grudge against Ma Ma Hansan's growing power.

The Ma Ma Hansan of this time is truly something.

He concurrently manages the Ping-Jin Traitor Elimination Committee, the Beiping Military and Police Inspection Office, and is also the Director of the Military Statistics Bureau's Ping-Jin Office.

He absolutely covers the sky with one hand.

Even Fu Fu Zuoyi has to be polite when he sees him.

Don't look at Wu Wu Jingzhong being arrogant and not taking Ma Ma Hansan seriously in his words.

If Ma Ma Hansan really comes to Jinhai, he'll have to obediently call him 'Director' and give up the top seat in the station.

The key is that this 'King Ma' is arrogant and domineering, and he's the type who eats people without spitting out the bones.

Beiping, what a fat piece of land.

Ma Ma Hansan and his subordinates made a fortune, and Dai Li didn't even get to eat a few pieces of meat.

Let alone using planes to haul 'Party-State property' like in Jinhai.

Many things that were specifically named to be taken were all swallowed by Ma Ma Hansan under various excuses.

Thus, the grudge between the two grew larger.

Especially now, Dai Li is actively seeking the position of Commander-in-Chief of the Navy, and it's uncertain who will be in charge of the Military Statistics Bureau in the future, so Ma Ma Hansan doesn't take him seriously at all.

The affairs of the world, bustling and jostling, are all for fame and profit.

Hong Hong Zhiyou knows the reasons well and can make use of them.

"Mr. Hong, as long as you can get the people out, money is not a problem.

"Uncle Liu, bring it up."

Rong Bin looked like someone who handles big business; with a wave of his hand, he was full of momentum.

The old follower on the side brought up a suitcase.

Inside was a suitcase full of US dollars.

New bills, hundred-dollar denominations.

"There are 200,000 US dollars in activity funds here; spend it however you like.

"As long as you can save the people.

"Whatever is left is yours."

Rong Bin raised his hand and laughed.

"Are you Xiangdao people all this generous?" Hong Hong Zhiyou's fingers brushed over the banknotes, feeling a bit sour.

"This little bit of money is nothing.

"You are a smart man; you should know that this is the most chaotic era, but also the best era.

"As long as you are at the dining table, there is more meat than you can ever finish."

Rong Bin picked up a stack of money, weighed it, and threw it casually onto the suitcase.

"Easy to say.

"Keep the rest for now; I'll handle the matter."

Hong Hong Zhiyou knew this was a real thigh to hold onto; he picked out ten stacks of money, placed them on the stone table, and walked away with the suitcase.

Rong Bin adjusted his glasses and watched Hong Hong Zhiyou's figure fade into the distance.

"Second Master, this little brother of yours is not simple." He sat down, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

"That batch of emergency arms and medicine that Yong Yong Jianqiu shipped to the border region was his handiwork.

"Can someone who dances on the tip of a blade be simple?"

Long Er's smile carried a hint of pride.

He was still very proud of this brother of his.

It's just that Hong Hong Zhiyou's background was a bit poor; if he had the Rong family's capital, he would have played tricks on the 'poker table' long ago.

"But I heard his character isn't very good." Rong Bin said.

"Character is something that depends on who you're dealing with.

"Secretary Hong understands human feelings.

"When playing with him, you can't be fake.

"Being his friend is simple—sincerity is enough.

"Being his enemy, hehe..."

Long Er gave a dry laugh and didn't continue.

Rong Bin's faint smile gradually froze.

His gaze also became solemn.

Fourth Master Zhang, the uncrowned king of Jinhai, how domineering and majestic.

Even Wu Wu Jingzhong avoided him by three points; he was a hero that he himself had to pay respects to every time he passed through Jinhai.

Just because of one Mu Miss Wanqiu and Zhang Zhang Shaobai's foul mouth.

In less than a month, he was ruined by a little secretary from Hangcheng with no background.

"Boss Yong is truly bold; happy cooperation."

Take as much money as the work is worth; Hong Hong Zhiyou was afraid of saying too much and making a mistake, so he rose to leave.

"Hong Hong Zhiyou, stop right there."

At the door, Yong Yong Manzhu shouted at him imperiously.

"Does the Third Miss have business?" Hong Hong Zhiyou asked with an elegant smile.

"You said last time you looked down on me."

"Is it because you think my figure isn't good?" Yong Yong Manzhu was aggressive like a little lion.

"Yes!" Hong Hong Zhiyou nodded.

"You... my sister said, when I get older, I will become like her," Yong Yong Manzhu argued.

"What is 'like her'?"

"It's the big... breasts and big buttocks that you men like!"

Yong Yong Manzhu said with a blushing face.

"Perhaps, but that only concerns men."

"Age? It's just a trivial matter."

Hong Hong Zhiyou gave her a lesson.

"Men?" Yong Yong Manzhu was puzzled.

"Heh, one day, you will understand."

Hong Hong Zhiyou gave a rogue smile and reached out to pinch her perky buttocks.

"Bastard," Yong Yong Manzhu jumped back in fright.

"When you figure it out, you can find me anytime."

"Happy to serve!"

Hong Hong Zhiyou gave her a flirtatious wink and quickly got into his car and left.

Back at the station.

Several cars were parked in the courtyard, and Lu Qiaoshan was counting the supplies.

"Old Lu, busy?" Hong Hong Zhiyou greeted him with his hands in his pockets, in a good mood.

"Little Brother, you... you're getting cocky," Lu Qiaoshan's face darkened, and he pointed at him with a displeased, dry laugh.

"Oh, my mistake."

"My good Brother Shan, Director Lu, what are you busy with?" Hong Hong Zhiyou hurriedly changed his tone with a smile.

"Sent by Commander Chen."

"The Station Chief designated me to receive them; I am fully responsible for this arrest of the Yong family Red agents," Lu Qiaoshan's smile bloomed, and he became smug.

Good, good, good, fully responsible again, right?

Damn it, would you die if you didn't show off for a day?

"Brother Shan, this is a monumental service; if you perform well tonight, the position of Deputy Station Chief will be secure."

"Don't forget to promote your brother when the time comes."

"The Station Chief is looking for me; I'm leaving first."

Hong Hong Zhiyou flattered him nauseatingly and quickly came to the Station Chief's office.

"Teacher, it's settled."

"Yong Yong Jianqiu offered an additional ten percent profit."

"The money for the arms and medicine totals thirty-eight thousand US dollars, in cash; I've already handed it to your wife."

Hong Hong Zhiyou walked to his side and whispered.

"That's great."

Wu Wu Jingzhong slapped his thigh excitedly, grabbing his elbow like a father:

"Hong Zhiyou, did you set a time for the trade?"

"I did."

"Nine o'clock tonight, Mawang Town," Zhiyou replied.

"That's great!"

"You follow Ma Kui to arrest the Red agents trading tonight; I will claim credit for you again," Wu Wu Jingzhong said happily.

"Station Chief, spare me from this life-threatening work."

"If a stray bullet doesn't have eyes... this student still wants to serve you for ten thousand years."

Hong Hong Zhiyou's face collapsed instantly, almost crying for Wu Wu Jingzhong.

Wu Wu Jingzhong stared at him, thought for a moment, and said:

"Also true, you are a precious treasure; you can't take this risk."

"Then let Ma Kui and Qi Dafu go."

In terms of merit, he was already a Major General.

In terms of rank, Dai Li was also just a Major General.

He had reached the peak of his life.

If he lost Hong Hong Zhiyou, where would he find another "God of Wealth" who could conjure stacks of US dollars at will?

"Thank you, Station Chief," Hong Hong Zhiyou breathed a long sigh of relief.

Eight o'clock at night, conference room.

*Cough, cough! *

Hong Hong Zhiyou pushed open the door; the room was filled with smoke, stinging his eyes.

Wu Wu Jingzhong sat at the head.

In the first chair on the left was Special Commissioner Wang Wang Puchen.

On the right was Lu Qiaoshan.

Ma Kui, Yu Zecheng, and other department heads were all there.

"Let me introduce everyone; this is Boss Dai's special envoy, Wang Wang Puchen, who has come specifically to preside over the case of Yong Yong Jianqiu's arms trafficking," Wu Wu Jingzhong introduced with a smile.

Everyone greeted him one by one.

"You're too polite; I wouldn't dare preside."

"In terms of seniority, Station Chief Wu, you are my senior; Boss Dai sent me here to learn from you."

Wang Wang Puchen's eyes were smiling, his tone humble and soft.

Hong Hong Zhiyou looked at him several times.

Wang Wang Puchen was very thin, his cheeks sallow, with slightly puffy single eyelids; perhaps he was a bit sickly, and his eyes looked sinister.

He had been smoking, coughing, and spitting the whole time.

He hadn't stopped for a moment.

As if without that cigarette, he would stop breathing immediately.

Hong Hong Zhiyou thought it was simply unscientific.

Because this guy actually lived until 2006, dying at the age of 104.

Damn, that's absurd.

Complaining aside, Hong Hong Zhiyou absolutely didn't dare to underestimate this person in the slightest.

Dai Li's higher primary school classmate.

Mao Mao Renfeng's Provincial No. 1 Middle School classmate and ironclad confidant.

Later, Ma Ma Hansan and Lu Qiao Lu Qiao Jiacai both fell into his hands, turning the Beiping intelligence system upside down.

Don't look at Wang Wang Puchen's seniority being inferior to Wu Wu Jingzhong's; his background was absolutely solid, otherwise, he wouldn't have been sent by Dai Li to Beiping to serve as the Military Statistics Bureau's North China Chief Inspector, specifically to pit against Ma Ma Hansan.