Chapter 195: Do you still understand German?

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"Godfather?" Zhang Dingqi felt very strange.

Having grown up in the Concession, he naturally understood the meaning of this codename.

A weird fellow.

"That's right." Chen Yongren smiled and said; "Besides developing your own strength, any disturbance in the Concession must be reported to me immediately."

"How do I contact you?" Zhang Dingqi asked.

"When I think of it, I'll naturally send someone to contact you." Chen Yongren got up, walked into the inner room, found a suitcase, pretended to rummage through it, and put 5,000 dollars inside.

5,000 dollars was enough for Zhang Dingqi to buy some top-notch equipment.

It was also a test.

If Zhang Dingqi could actually achieve some results, Chen Yongren would then increase his investment in him.

Afterwards, Chen Yongren picked up the suitcase and walked out.

He placed it in front of Zhang Dingqi and opened it, saying: "This is 5,000 dollars."

"If you perform better, I will increase my investment in you."

Looking at the colorful bills before him, Zhang Dingqi's eyelids twitched twice, and he casually took out 5,000 dollars and gave it to a stranger he had just met.

"This godfather has such boldness."

"Isn't he afraid I might bear ill will?"

"If you want to rob, you can try." Hearing Zhang Dingqi's thoughts, Chen Yongren laughed and said: "But you'd better sleep with your eyes open from now on."

"I wouldn't dare." Upon hearing that, Zhang Dingqi quickly replied: "If it weren't for you saving me, I'd already be dead. In the underworld, how could one not observe the code of the jianghu?"

Chen Yongren said: "Then I'll look forward to your performance."

Having said that, Chen Yongren no longer bothered with Zhang Dingqi.

Looking at the U. S. dollars in the box, Zhang Dingqi couldn't help but think.

5,000 dollars—how many submachine guns could that buy?

If I ever run into those covetous dock gang members—no, wait, it should be the Chinese Gang people—I could blast that whole bunch of bastards to smithereens!

I really have run into a benefactor.

Whether I can defy fate and avenge my father and the fellow gang members hinges on whether I can seize this opportunity.

Noon the next day.

Chen Yongren sat nonchalantly in his office, looking at today's latest newspaper.

One newspaper was almost entirely about gang-related news.

The leader of the Fu'an Gang was assassinated on his way home last night.

Clashes between gangs broke out repeatedly across the Concession, with gunfire lasting until the early hours of today.

A warehouse of the Rabbit Gang caught fire; its leader vowed to investigate the matter thoroughly.

The second hall master of the Wild Dog Alliance was stabbed to death in bed; the alliance leader offered a reward of 20,000 taels for the capture of the killer.

A warehouse of the Dock Gang went up in flames, injuring one person; the newly appointed gang leader Zhang Dingqi declared he would catch the culprit.

Originally, Chen Yongren hadn't even thought of Zhang Dingqi.

But seeing that even the Dock Gang showed up in the end, Chen Yongren grew increasingly suspicious—this was just a smoke screen deliberately released by Zhang Dingqi.

Among these gangs, there are more or less some contradictions.

The Concession is only so big—if you take a bite, I'll have less to eat; claiming there's no conflict is pure bullshit.

This guy is damn cunning, even knowing how to set fires everywhere.

Once the tensions among the various gangs in the Concession are stirred up.

Zhang Dingqi only needs to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, then reap the fisherman's gain.

Last night, after returning home, I checked the system.

Under the subordinates column, two more branches appeared.

One was the Military Intelligence Bureau Songhu Station, the other was the Chinese Gang; clicking them showed the personnel of the two organizations.

Under the system's monitoring, if Zhang Dingqi harbored any second thoughts, Chen Yongren would notice them immediately.

Suddenly.

A ringtone sounded.

The caller was none other than Fujiwara Chota.

The room's door was still closed.

Chen Yongren also couldn't be bothered to put on an act; he lay lazily in his chair, glancing at the newspaper while saying: "Director Fujiwara, any orders?"

"Chen Sang, if you're free at noon, join me for a meal. I said before I'd properly thank you." Fujiwara Chota said in a light tone.

"A meal?" Chen Yongren blinked.

I thought you were joking, but I didn't expect you to really come.

"I said I'd properly thank you for the Rain Palace matter." Fujiwara Chota said: "Besides, you've helped me with so many things…"

Chen Yongren understood; he was talking about making money.

It seems this old devil today isn't just here to treat me to a meal.

"Yes, I understand—I'll go right away!"

Chen Yongren was wondering whether those few translators had arrived in Songhu; this meeting with the old devil happened to be a perfect chance to probe his thoughts.

After hanging up the phone, he headed straight to the Tsuchihara Agency.

Inside the Tsuchihara Agency, everyone knew that Chen Yongren was the person closest to Fujiwara Chota besides Gao Liu Xiuji, and at present no one dared to stop him.

He smoothly arrived at the door of Fujiwara Chota's office.

After the guard at the entrance reported in, he politely said to Chen Yongren, "Chen Sang, Chief Tengyuan is still busy; please wait a moment."

Chen Yongren smiled and nodded, saying no more; anyway, whether the wind‑ear technique was open or not made no difference.

"Mr. Gaoliu, those several German translators have already arrived at the Ritz Hotel; remember, you must guarantee their safety!"

"Major His Excellency, please rest assured; we have conducted a thorough inspection inside the hotel, and there will be absolutely no problems!"

"This meeting is extremely important to us; we cannot allow any mishap."

"Whether we can rely on their strength to dominate Asia and the Pacific region depends on how this conference turns out."

"Yes, Major His Excellency, I understand!"

"Chen Sang is at the entrance; let's go enjoy dinner first. I heard Songhu has just opened a German restaurant—perfect for us to try its flavor."

"At least we can close the distance over food and win their favor."

"Major His Excellency, your insight is profound!"

Tengyuan Jintai's voice is normal, just like Gaoliu Xiuji's voice.

It seems that after losing the most important thing, his voice became a bit shrill, leaning somewhat toward feminine, and there is no trace of a beard on his chin.

Just like the dead eunuchs who left the palace at the end of the Qing dynasty.

The two voices fell silent.

Not long after, the door opened.

"Chen Sang, you've been waiting long!" Upon seeing Chen Yongren, Tengyuan Jintai's face instantly blossomed like a chrysanthemum.

"Chief Tengyuan, Chief Gaoliu!" Chen Yongren said, standing upright.

"Songhu has opened a German restaurant; I'll take you to try it fresh!" Tengyuan Jintai said.

"Thank you, Major His Excellency, for your favor." Chen Yongren said.

Then, Tengyuan Jintai also said, "By the way, let's also discuss making money properly."

"Good!" Chen Yongren said, "I happen to have some new ideas."

"That's perfect; we'll discuss it together then." Tengyuan Jintai smiled even more happily.

The three got into the carriage and soon arrived at a restaurant with a German sign hanging at its entrance.

Tengyuan Jintai and Gaoliu Xiuji were somewhat bewildered.

They didn't understand German.

"Major His Excellency, this restaurant is called Schneider Restaurant; it seems to be a family business with nearly 200 years of history." Chen Yongren bowed slightly.

"German?" Tengyuan Jintai said in surprise, "Chen Sang, you actually know German?"

"Just a little." Chen Yongren said humbly, "In order to make a living, I once worked as a waiter for a few months at a foreign restaurant."

"At that time there was a generous German merchant; I, in order to get more tips from him, taught myself German for a while."