Chapter 653: So, Believe in Science

Zhang Yong did not go directly to the house where the hidden money was.

That would make him look like a charlatan. Who knows, others might even think he could predict the future.

How could that be?

He's talking about science!

Keep a low profile.

Hide it simply.

'This is the street, right?' Zhang Yong said to the Japanese spy.

The Japanese spy was silent.

He refused to answer.

Zhang Yong deliberately looked at his face.

Then he waved his hand.

'Let's go!'

'This isn't the street,'

so the convoy continued on its way.

Dou Wanjiang was a little curious. He wanted to say something, but stopped himself.

This isn't the street?

How did you figure that out?

Can you tell the destination from the Japanese spy's face?

That's amazing.

But then I remember Zhang Yong's words: 'Trust in science'...

Maybe this is science?

I don't know.

Moving on.

Second street. Stop.

Zhang Yong looks at the spy, 'This is the street, right?'

But the spy remains silent.

He refuses to answer.

Zhang Yong looks outside and then at the sky, 'This isn't the place.'

So the convoy moves on.

But it was the third street, the fourth street...

At every street corner, Zhang Yong would ask the spy, 'Is this the place?'

And every time, the spy refused to answer.

Then Zhang Yong would say to himself, "This isn't the place." And they would continue on.

To the fifth street...

'Is this the place?' Zhang Yong continued to ask.

The spy remained silent.

He despised it.

He felt that Zhang Yong was completely messing around.

There was no such thing as a set of questions. It was childish.

And so it was...

Zhang Yong came to the conclusion, 'This must be the place. Let's go in.'

He waved his hand. He turned the convoy.

Ri Die felt that something was not right.

Huh?

What's going on?

Why did they really turn into this street?

Oh, no. I didn't say anything. How did the other party find it?

Was it a coincidence?

It must be. It must be. It must be.

Other than a coincidence. How else can it be explained?

Fortunately, coincidences only happen once. There can't be a second time.

Even if Zhang Yong happened to choose this street. But there are so many houses on this street, it can't be that it also happened to be the right house.

'Brother Dou,' Zhang Yong suddenly said.

'Ah, go on,' Dou Wanjiang was flattered for a moment.

What did Zhang Yong call him?

Brother?

This...

It's a bit of an honour!

'Pay attention to the face of the Japanese spy.'

'What for?'

'To determine which house the money is in.'

'Huh?'

Dou Wanjiang was at a loss.

Judging by the face of the Japanese spy?

No...

That's easy.

I don't have that kind of ability. I don't see anything.

Japanese spy: ...

What? Judging by my face?

You're kidding. Judging by my face, you can find the exact house?

Haha. That's hilarious. Dream on.

What kind of face do I have? I don't have any hints at all. Okay.

Nonsense...

Unless you're a god. Otherwise...

Hmph.

If you can find the exact house like that, I'll be your surname!

"He will be nervous.'

'The closer he gets to the target, the more nervous he will be.'

'This is an uncontrollable psychological reaction. Even the most skilled Japanese spy cannot hide it.'

Zhang Yong spoke eloquently.

Of course it was a bluff. How would he know anything about psychology?

But it didn't matter. As long as he could fool Dou Wanjiang, that was fine. You see, this is what I mean by science!

So, believe in science...

'Hmph!'

the Japanese spy sneers.

Then his face remains expressionless. Not the slightest bit nervous.

What uncontrolled psychological reaction. Nonsense. I'm not nervous at all.

The convoy slowly moves forward.

'This, no.'

'This, no.'

'Keep going!'

Zhang Yong continues to gesticulate.

Then he looks back at the Japanese spy with all due seriousness.

Japanese spy: ? ? ?

His expression is indifferent.

As if everything around him was completely irrelevant.

The convoy gradually approaches the target, and the Japanese spy shows no signs of emotion whatsoever. Dou Wanjiang can't see any tension, no matter how hard he looks.

He looks at Zhang Yong with a puzzled expression. His eyes seem to say, 'This science you're talking about, does it really work?'

In the end, Zhang Yong gives him the OK sign.

Dou Wanjiang: ?

He can't read the meaning behind this gesture.

Zhang Yong then speaks up: 'Trust in science. Science will definitely find it.'

Dou Wanjiang: ...

Okay. I believe in science.

But next time, could you explain to me what science is...

'We're here!'

Zhang Yong suddenly exclaimed.

The Japanese spy subconsciously flinched. What's going on?

The car had stopped right in front of the exact house.

Damn!

How did the other party find it?

Why was it so accurate?

Damn...

What science!

He couldn't help but blurt out, 'No! No! Wrong!'

As soon as the words came out, he immediately felt that something was wrong.

Shit. He'd been tricked.

The other party deliberately tricked him. His reaction was so extreme that it was completely obvious!

Dou Wanjiang: ...

Is this science?

It turns out to be a spy from Japan? No wonder...

But, there's something else that doesn't feel right...

Why did Zhang Yong's deception be so precise? Right in front of the destination?

'Look! He confessed!' Zhang Yong said.

'I didn't.' The Japanese spy immediately became anxious.

Who said that?

Don't slander me.

When did I confess?

You guessed it, didn't you? I didn't reveal anything at all...

'You're too calm.'

'What?'

'This is a false calm.'

'What?'

'You're trying to appear calm, but it's actually backfiring...'

'What?'

The Japanese spy didn't quite understand.

It sounded plausible. But it really wasn't the case.

However, Zhang Yong's words fell on Dou Wanjiang's ears and became a matter of course. Indeed, this Zhang Yong is very clever. Reverse the routine and trick the Japanese spy.

The less nervous the Japanese spy is, the more he pretends to be calm, which means that he is getting closer to his goal.

This is science! It really makes sense.

But something is wrong...

'You put the money in this house, didn't you?' Zhang Yong is unruffled.

'No,' the Japanese spy denies desperately.

Although he knew it was useless, he had to firmly deny it.

Otherwise, once the news got out, it would become known that he had leaked the information.

That would be the end.

He would become a traitor. He would have to commit hara-kiri to atone for his crime.

'Go in!'

'Me first!'

Dou Wanjiang couldn't wait.

He wanted to personally verify whether Zhang Yong was really that scientific.

Did he really get it right?

Without mentioning his gun, Dou Wanjiang rushed straight to the front of the house.

It was an unremarkable house. A small two-storey building. There was a veranda outside. This kind of house was very common in Shanghai.

The door was locked. It was a small brass lock.

He kicked the door in immediately. He found it empty inside, with nothing at all.

There was a living room outside. To the side was the dining room. The second floor was the bedroom. Very standard furnishings. The stairs were wooden. The second floor was also wooden.

Oh, wrong guess...

Not at all scientific.

Zhang Yong was obviously pulling people's leg.

He wanted to say something but stopped.

The Japanese spy seemed to be secretly relieved.

Everyone else looked at each other.

Did they guess wrong?

Zhang Yong came in.

He went to the adjacent dining room. The floor was covered in wooden floorboards.

Zhang Yong casually stepped on it. He nudged Lü Hai and said, 'Pry open the wooden floorboards. The stuff is underneath.'

'Okay!' Lü Hai immediately led the men to get to work.

In no time at all, they pryed open the wooden floorboards in the dining room.

Sure enough, the hidden compartment underneath was revealed.

All the money was inside.

'No way!'

'Is science really that amazing?'

Dou Wanjiang couldn't believe it.

Zhang Yong had really guessed correctly.

He could find anything that others hid under the wooden floorboards?

'There's a gun!'

'There's a gun!'

Someone whispered in alarm.

Then two rifles were taken out of the secret compartment.

Dou Wanjiang curiously took them over. He found that they were two Ma Si Huan rifles. The quality was very good.

He couldn't help but look back at Zhang Yong.

It's amazing.

Zhang Yong's expression did not change.

What's amazing? It's these two guns.

If the Japanese spy had not hidden these two guns with the money, he might not have discovered them.

The map only shows weapons and gold. It doesn't show anything else.

When the Japanese spy moved the weapons, he hid them in the secret compartment, which happened to be exposed.

'Take it all out!'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong sat down in the living room outside.

Squinting his eyes, he looked at the Japanese spy. He noticed that the latter's forehead was sweating.

He wasn't sure if it was from nervousness or fear.

He noticed that the Japanese spy's hands had been fiddling with the handcuffs the whole time. He pretended not to notice.

If he was really capable, he would be able to get the handcuffs off. That would show how incompetent the system was.

In the end, the Japanese spy busied himself quietly for half a day, but the handcuffs didn't budge. Instead, his wrists were beginning to chafe.

'It didn't work?' Zhang Yong asked deliberately.

The Japanese spy's cheeks suddenly turned red. He felt like he had suffered ten thousand insults.

Of course it didn't work!

You don't need to tell me that!

If it had worked, I would have thrown away the handcuffs long ago. And I would have run away long ago.

'Continue.'

'There's no need to be so secretive. You can use every means to get the handcuffs off.'

'Once they're off, I'll let you go.'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Generous. Outspoken.

Japanese spy: ...

Once again, I felt like I had been hurt by ten thousand points.

Baka!

The other party definitely did it on purpose!

Deliberately humiliated himself!

Deliberately trapped himself with handcuffs from somewhere. So difficult. His techniques were completely useless.

'Who the hell are you?' The Japanese spy asked angrily.

'Huh? You don't know me?' Zhang Yong was full of surprise, "I thought you knew me. You really don't know me?'

'I..." The Japanese spy felt like he had suffered 10,000 points of damage again.

Why should I know you?

Who are you?

Who the hell are you...

'I'm Zhang Yong! The Zhang Yong who specializes in catching you Japanese spies! Didn't anyone tell you?'

Zhang Yong replied politely.

Japanese spy: ...!

@#¥%...

Finished!

He's been killed!

He's suffered 100 million points of damage!

Damn it!

So he's Zhang Yong!

No wonder...

No wonder he's so difficult.

So he's the Zhang Yong. Which Zhang Yong? The one...

In fact, no one had told this Japanese spy who Zhang Yong really was. He had overheard it by accident. And then found out quietly.

Within the Japanese spy community, the name Zhang Yong was kept secret.

No one dared to mention it.

If anyone did, they would be severely punished.

Punishments included, but were not limited to, solitary confinement and seppuku. This showed just how terrifying this Zhang Yong was.

Unexpectedly, he was Zhang Yong.

He didn't look anything like him. He was gentle and refined. He was gentle and refined. He was harmless.

How could someone like this be the nemesis of the Japanese spies?

Unwittingly, the Japanese spy began to try to break free from the handcuffs again. Unfortunately, it was still in vain.

'Take your time,' Zhang Yong said kindly.

'Ah...' The Japanese spy wanted to bang his head against the wall.

Damn it!

This Zhang Yong was so hateful.

It seemed that every sentence and every word was humiliating him.

Humiliating him for his incompetence.

However, what could he say? Nothing.

Others had asked him openly to find a way to break free from the handcuffs. However, he just wasn't capable of doing so. He couldn't blame others.

'Bang!'

The first suitcase was carried out.

The Japanese soldiers were in a hurry to move out, so the boxes were not even opened.

These were not the tin boxes of later times, nor were they plastic. They were wooden boxes. Made from fine elm wood. Very sturdy. The inside was very smooth. There were no nails. Everything was mortised and tenoned. The tenons were very tightly fitted. They could bear a lot of weight.

The box has a lock. A seal is stuck on top of the lock. The seal is still intact. It bears the seal of the Bank of Communications.

The point is not the lock. It's the seal.

If the seal is torn or damaged, it means the box has been tampered with.

As for the lock...

Zhang Yong takes out a hammer. He gives it a casual tap.

The lock snaps immediately.

It's completely useless.

He opens it.

Inside are bundles of banknotes.

They were all bundled together with pieces of paper. They were all very new. The denominations were 1 yuan, 2 yuan, 3 yuan, 4 yuan and 5 yuan.

There were no 10 yuan notes. The highest denomination was 5 yuan.

I don't know which genius designed it, but there are actually 3 yuan and 4 yuan notes.

Because the denominations are so small, a box of these notes is actually only worth a few thousand yuan.

If it were exchanged for silver dollars, a few thousand silver dollars would be quite a lot. However, these are paper notes! They will depreciate very quickly. They must be sold as soon as possible. Otherwise, they will be worthless. There is a cold joke. The Japanese invaders could not keep up with the speed of counterfeiting banknotes, and the speed at which the value of the currency depreciated, and were eventually forced to give up.

Pick up a stack of 5 yuan banknotes. Pull out a few at random.

Feel them carefully. The quality is still quite good. After all, they were printed in the United States.

But later, when the currency was printed domestically, the quality was much worse.

'Come, come, come!'

'Two bills each!'

Zhang Yong began to hand them out.

He was so rich and arrogant.

Ten yuan in legal tender for each person. The equivalent of ten silver dollars.

'Careful, don't drop them!'

'Spend them as soon as you get them!'

Zhang Yong continued to give orders.

If you spend them now, they are basically equivalent to one silver dollar.

If you wait until the second half of the year, it might already be depreciating.

Once the money printing machine is started, it just keeps going. There's no restraint at all. They just keep printing as much as they can.

Another stack of banknotes is counted out and handed to Dou Wanjiang.

'For a year?'

'No. A reward. A tip.'

'Ah...'

Dou Wanjiang takes it.

It feels so exaggerated. A reward of a few hundred banknotes?

That's generous!

'Bang!'

Another box was carried out.

It was opened.

It was fine.

It was full of silver yuan.

It was all in individual envelopes. Each envelope contained 50 silver yuan.

There were 50 envelopes in the box. The precise calculation should be 2,500 silver yuan.

The box was very empty. It was not full. It wasn't that there weren't enough silver yuan. It was that the silver yuan was too heavy. 2,500 silver yuan already weighed more than 200 catties.

The biggest advantage of legal tender in exchange for silver dollars is that it is easy to carry. You can carry it with you.

Obviously, it is impossible to use silver notes in daily transactions.

'Boom!'

Another box was carried out.

Dou Wanjiang and the others' eyes all became very strange.

What's going on?

So many boxes?

Zhang Yong was also curious.

How many are there? Is Kong Fansong that generous?

A few thousand legal tender, plus a few thousand silver dollars...

More than that.

One after the other, a total of eight boxes were carried out.

The later boxes were all in legal tender. There were tens of thousands of yuan in total. But there was only one box of silver dollars.

No more.

Judging from the number of boxes, it was clear that the public was resistant to the forced exchange of legal tender for silver dollars. Everyone was still keeping their silver dollars and were unwilling to exchange them. However, with the gradual arrival of various regulations, a large number of silver dollars would be forcibly exchanged.

Zhang Yong mused.

It seemed that the Secret Service Bureau of the Restoration Society had also been involved in the process of implementing legal tender.

Involved in what?

It's about cracking down on speculation. And smuggling.

This is very lucrative. You can confiscate goods. You can confiscate property. Whatever you seize is yours.

The head of the department certainly can't pass up such a lucrative job.

In the middle and later stages of the war, the military government had a huge number of departments. It was involved in almost every area of business.

So the question is, what reason do you have to get involved? You have to obtain power in an aboveboard way! And then use that power to do whatever you want...

'Team leader, there are no account books,' Lv Haishang reported.

They had checked all the money boxes.

No account books were found.

Zhang Yong frowned.

No account books were found.

This is a bit of a problem...

He turned to Ri Die and said, 'Where are the account books?'

'What account books?' Ri Die was obviously playing dumb, 'I don't know.'

Zhang Yong pursed his lips.

Someone held Ri Die down and took him away. They were preparing to torture him.

Sigh...

In the end, we have to resort to the old method...