Chapter 63: A Timely Rain Indeed

Yu Zecheng was polishing his leather shoes when he heard this and laughed:

"What do you mean by you accompanying me?

"Aren't you the one talking to Mr. Yong?

"Let's get this straight, if the talk falls through, I'm not taking the blame."

"You won't have to take the blame.

"There's no father who doesn't love his daughter; we'll just pick the pockets of a big spender.

"Let's go, let's go, it's not like we're going on a blind date, why polish them so bright?"

Hong Zhiyou pushed him and walked outside.

"Right, I left my car at the Station Chief's house last night, I need to ask Old Lu for a car."

Passing by the Intelligence Section, Hong Zhiyou glanced inside.

Lu Qiaoshan was on the phone.

He made a gesture for silence, signaling the two to sit down first.

"What's up, something the matter?" After hanging up the phone, Lu Qiaoshan asked with a smile.

"Section Chief Lu, sorry to trouble you for a car, Old Yu and I need to go out on official business," Hong Zhiyou said.

The word "trouble" made Lu Qiaoshan feel very satisfied, and he smiled with the look of a petty man who had gotten his way: "Easy.

"I really envy you two, still able to go out and catch a breath.

"Isn't there going to be a military mediation soon? The Station Chief made me set up the antenna, and all the Telecommunications Section's work has been dumped on me.

"You say, I'm someone who just got relieved of my post.

"I have to busy myself with all that business of Hou Yunlai, and I still have to manage the miscellaneous affairs of the General Affairs Section.

"And now the Water and Land Inspection Section is calling me to go over there again.

"Sigh, a life of toil."

"Who told you to be a veteran of the Nanchang Investigation Section? The capable have more work," Yu Zecheng flattered.

"The burden of the two sections and seven departments in this station is all carried on Section Chief Lu's shoulders.

"It's not easy, not easy."

Hong Zhiyou also tactfully began to butter him up.

"Where, where, it's just thanks to the Station Chief's regard.

"I'll get you a car right now."

Lu Qiaoshan was so happy his mouth couldn't stop grinning, and he picked up the phone:

"Dongshan, assign a car to little Hong.

"A new car!"

"Done." He looked at the two of them triumphantly.

Heh, it's "little Hong" again, is it?

"Thank you, Section Chief Lu," Hong Zhiyou hurriedly expressed his gratitude.

"Go on and get busy."

After stalling for a few seconds, Lu Qiaoshan raised his eyes and said.

Hong Zhiyou was stunned.

Old Lu, where is your gossiping mouth? Shouldn't you be dropping some intel here?

Hong Zhiyou didn't leave.

Yu Zecheng didn't leave either.

He knew his little brother had many tricks up his sleeve; if he came to find Old Lu, there was definitely something going on.

"Why, is there something else?" Lu Qiaoshan's gaze swept back and forth across their faces.

"No.

"Those Marshall-style glasses are nice!"

Hong Zhiyou let out a laugh and walked out with Old Yu.

It seems Old Lu is truly busy.

He actually isn't paying attention to Ma Kui anymore.

"Zhiyou, I think the position of Deputy Station Chief is destined for Old Lu."

Yu Zecheng sat in the passenger seat, intentionally trying to fish for information.

Intuition told him that Hong Zhiyou had something on his mind.

Hong Zhiyou had originally intended to intentionally pass by Huaishan Road to give Yu Zecheng a hint.

On second thought: that's too stupid.

Ma Kui just revealed his bottom line to him, and he would take Old Yu to the scene?

Isn't that just handing it to them?

Sympathy is sympathy, but you can't get yourself involved.

Have you not seen how Wu Jingzhong even had his own "parents" tied up?

Any trust is just empty talk.

Better to play it safe.

"Indeed, with his seniority and rank as a Lieutenant Colonel, if he doesn't get promoted, who will?"

Hong Zhiyou chatted along, no longer thinking about the matter of Shopkeeper Qiu.

Arriving at the Yong residence.

Hong Zhiyou handed the photos to Old Yu.

He himself ran off to the club to play cards with Mrs. Ji of Renji.

Wu Jingzhong said one thing right.

As long as you handle a woman correctly, she's just a little lamb.

Especially for a foreign firm like Renji that is about to go bankrupt.

Mrs. Ji is playing cards in name only.

In reality, she is also trying every possible way to find connections.

For a hot commodity like Hong Zhiyou, she might not even be able to reach him under normal circumstances.

Once the two were "frank and open" in their conversation, Mrs. Ji was naturally happy to agree.

"Two sets of accounts.

"One is for Hongfa Company, one is for Nanfeng Company.

"You take the goods from Hongfa Company at a thirty percent markup, and pay in cash every time.

"The money from selling the labeled goods will go to Nanfeng Company, and I will subsidize you with fifty percent of Hongfa's profits.

"How about it?"

Hong Zhiyou said.

Hongfa Company is Wu Jingzhong's distillery, and Nanfeng is Long Er's shell company.

"Lying in your arms, I can earn twenty percent profit.

"And selling foreign liquor can also boost the reputation of my Renji's half-dead brand.

"With both fame and fortune, I can't think of a reason to refuse.

"No wonder the ladies of Jinhai can't stop thinking about you?"

Ji Qing leaned into his arms, tilting her head to ask for a kiss.

"They think of me.

"Besides money, is there nothing else?" Hong Zhiyou tapped her red lips and laughed lecherously.

"You're annoying!"

After settling Renji, he made an appointment for Ji Qing to go to the Station Chief's house that evening.

Hong Zhiyou fought another hearty battle before finally parting ways in satisfaction.

Leaving the club.

He found a public phone booth and called Anderson.

Labels aren't just slapped on randomly.

You have to find a legitimate foreign agent, and you need an endorsement from the American military.

Those high-society types aren't stupid; they aren't that easy to fool.

Without the relationship of an agent, it would be very troublesome if the foreigners were to file a lawsuit.

There are quite a few such messy affairs in Shanghai.

Anderson readily indicated: leave this matter to him.

Hong Zhiyou felt it wasn't reliable.

But he had no choice!

Returning to the Yong residence.

Old Yu had already finished talking.

"How was it, did you pick his pocket?" Hong Zhiyou asked with a smile.

"I've emptied it out."

"Three antiques, twenty thousand US dollars," Yu Zecheng said with a grin, showing his teeth.

"Impressive."

"When it comes to scraping things up, it has to be you, Brother Three," Hong Zhiyou said, giving a thumbs-up in praise.

"Secretary Hong, thanks."

"Regarding Mr. Zhuang's matter, the Station Chief has quite a lot of opinions about me."

"You are a timely rain."

Yu Zecheng said with a tacit, grateful smile.

He knew that Hong Zhiyou was intentionally yielding the credit.

"Why be so polite? We are friends."

"Let's go."

Hong Zhiyou hooked his arm around Old Yu's shoulder and walked toward the car.

"Take your hand off, it smells too much of perfume."

"Otherwise, the Station Chief will think I was seduced by beauty at the Yong residence."

"Aren't you going in to greet Mr. Yong?"

Yu Zecheng laughed and brushed his hand away.

"Forget it."

"This family is suspected of having ties to the Reds; it would be best never to associate with them for eight lifetimes."

Hong Zhiyou waved his hand and hurried away.

He knew Old Yu was digging a pit.

Yu Zecheng definitely knew that Yong Jianqiu was a Red.

Yong might not necessarily know what Yu was.

Old Yu asking him to greet Yong Jianqiu was clearly an attempt to make him sympathize with and get close to the Reds.

Just like how Lu Zongfang had tested and developed him in the beginning.

Bit by bit, turning the blood of a Juntong Bureau operative red.

So that it would be convenient to continue transporting military supplies, medicine, and other materials to the border region in the future.

Hong Zhiyou chuckled inwardly; this was fine too.

Developing himself was always better than being guarded against.

Old Yu was still cunning.

The two returned to the station.

Just as they were about to go upstairs, they saw Ma Kui and several subordinates escorting Shopkeeper Qiu in, tied up like a trussed chicken.

"Yo, Director Yu, Secretary Hong."

"Where have you two been having fun? You're covered in the scent of powder."

Ma Kui walked over quickly and called out to the two of them.

Yu Zecheng turned his head and saw Shopkeeper Qiu; his heart nearly jumped out of his chest.

Shopkeeper Qiu's face was covered in bruises; he had clearly been beaten.

"On what grounds are you arresting me? I'm going to report you!"

Shopkeeper Qiu shouted defiantly.

"Report us."

"Report, go ahead and report."

"I'll let you report."

Ma Kui landed several punches with his iron fist onto Shopkeeper Qiu's chest and abdomen.

Ugh!

Shopkeeper Qiu's face twisted in pain as his body curled up.

"Old Yu, do you recognize this person?" Ma Kui stared at Yu Zecheng, pressing him aggressively.

(End of chapter)