Chapter 633: Lazy

'You want people from me?'

'Yes. I want people from you.'

'You've had too much to drink.'

'I haven't had too much to drink. I just want people from you. I want the backbone of your Red Party. The best. The elite.'

'And if I don't agree?'

'Then I'll arrest you and won't let you go until you agree.'

'Zhang Yong, you really have drunk too much.'

'Don't think that just because you will eventually win that I won't dare to touch you. From now on, there are still 13 years until you finally win. I'll keep you locked up for 13 years! I'll let you out after 13 years!'

'Do you think I'm afraid?'

'Of course you won't be afraid. But you will waste thirteen years. How much can you contribute to the revolution in thirteen years? The next thirteen years will be magnificent, as the great waves wash away the sand. Our great China will rise from the ashes like a phoenix and be reborn. The reborn China will stand at the top of the world. We will no longer be humiliated! We will be able to challenge any superpower! Do you want to miss out?'

'You...'

Shi Bingdao was speechless.

Zhang Yong really had drunk too much. He was starting to ramble.

But the guy's words were really infectious! Even he couldn't help but feel inspired.

Phoenix Nirvana! Rebirth from the flames!

The waves wash away the sand, a magnificent spectacle!

What stirring words!

I really can't believe that Zhang Yong could actually say such heroic words!

Yes, thirteen years!

How much contribution can be made to the revolution in thirteen years!

Would he be willing to miss out on thirteen years?

I can't understand it. Why does this guy keep saying with such conviction that the Red Party will definitely achieve final victory?

And stand at the top of the world!

And defy any foreign power!

And even repeatedly mention the exact time. It's 1949.

Shi Bingdao is a strong Red Party fighter.

His beliefs are very firm.

He has never given in. Never wavered.

However, he did not dare to assert that the organisation would be able to achieve final victory in 1949.

What did this final victory entail?

According to Zhang Yong, it would mean defeating the Japanese invaders and the reactionary Chiang Kai-shek.

Standing at the top of the world!

Challenging any foreign power!

Frankly, Shi Bingdao longed for this victory. He was willing to sacrifice everything for it. But...

Could victory really come in such a short time?

Just thirteen years?

"I'll give you the men from the 19th Route Army.'

'No. I want the best of your Red Party. The key personnel. The best.'

'They will only accept orders from the Party leadership. You are not a member of the Red Party. They will not listen to you.'

'Why?'

'The Party commands the guns. You should have heard of this.'

'Okay...'

Zhang Yong shut up.

Indeed. He had taken it for granted.

This was the most basic organisational principle of the Red Party. How could it be violated?

How could their armed forces be put under the command of outsiders? Since he was not a member of the Red Party, there was absolutely no way he could command them.

Therefore...

'Are those people from the 19th Route Army doing well?'

'Not bad.'

'There are also experts, right?'

'Didn't you see them last time?'

'I need people who can capture people, assassinate people, and blow things up.'

'There are.'

Shi Bingdao replied calmly.

Zhang Yong nodded. He took out a stack of silver notes. There were tens of thousands of silver dollars.

'Help me select 50 people.'

'Arrange accommodation. They must have telephones.'

'Also need to prepare vehicles.'

'The kind that can be deployed immediately at the drop of a hat.'

Zhang Yong spoke quickly and to the point.

Shi Bingdao was a member of the Red Party. The Red Party had extensive connections.

If he couldn't solve a problem, the organisation behind him could. They had plenty of talent.

So there was nothing he couldn't solve.

If it was money, Zhang Yong had plenty.

'What do you need people for?'

'To catch Japanese spies.'

'Don't you have people?'

'Dai Li has cleared out my team again.'

'Er...'

Shi Bingdao paused, wanting to say something.

Zhang Yong sounded as if he was full of grievances.

However, the internal struggles within the Kuomintang were indeed dangerous. Zhang Yong was quite an odd one.

'I'm working independently now.'

'Is that a bad thing?'

'I could be pushed out at any time to take the blame.'

'Why?'

'Do you know about the Thunderstorm Project and the 226 Plan?'

'I've heard of them.'

'I was assigned by the Office of the Assistant to the President to secretly investigate the Thunderstorm Project.'

'Isn't it a joint investigation by the Military Affairs Council?'

'You know about that too, don't you? It's a cover-up. It's for show for the Germans. In fact, the real investigative power lies with the Office of the Assistant to the President. That is, me. After I've found the results, I report directly to the Office of the Assistant to the President, without going through the Military Affairs Council.'

'That's not going to be easy.'

Shi Bingdao shook his head.

Since Zhang Yong had told him everything, he didn't beat around the bush.

Shi Bingdao knew exactly who the people in the first and third divisions of the Military Affairs Commission were. Zhang Yong was a novice, and it was no easy feat to hide anything from them.

No wonder the little guy was full of complaints. It seems he really was in trouble.

He was now dancing on a tightrope.

If he wasn't careful, he would fall to his death.

It is also because he has some special abilities that he has survived until now.

Otherwise...

'You go back first. I will let you know when I find someone.'

'No. I'm not going back.'

'What are you going to do?'

'I'll just follow you.'

'Follow me for what?'

'Follow you until you help me find someone.'

'You...'

Shi Bingdao was speechless.

This guy, he really is lazy!

Is he relying on himself?

And throwing a childish tantrum! Childish!

However...

He really hasn't grown up! At most, he's in his early twenties.

He had no choice but to say, 'I also have my own work...'

'I won't get in the way of your work,' Zhang Yong argued.

'But some of my work I need to do in secret.'

'Are you worried that I'll leak the secret? I want to arrest you, I can do it anytime. Do I need to know what you've done?'

'You're not part of our organisation, there are some occasions where you can't show up.'

'Then don't go looking for the organisation.'

'I...'

'Aren't you going to the 19th Route Army? What does that have to do with your organisation?'

'I...'

Shi Bingdao was convinced.

This guy really was persistent!

Why hadn't he noticed before that he was so good at arguing? It turned out that his skills were all in his mouth!

"Fine, fine, you can follow me!'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong was indeed a bit of a loser.

The Director had played a trick on him. Then the Commissioner also played a trick on him.

He was so depressed.

And they were both big shots. He couldn't afford to offend them.

He couldn't tell anyone how he felt. So he had to confide in Shi Bingdao.

Shi Bingdao was a member of the Red Party. Members of the Red Party at this time were all very pure. No matter what he said, the other person would listen patiently.

You can see that Shi Bingdao was stuck with him and there was nothing he could do.

To deal with these pure Red Party seniors, you have to use a lazy approach.

To put it bluntly, you can't just stand by and do nothing, can you? After all, you still have the saying 'to punish the past and prevent the future, to cure and save people'...

'Are you going back to the club?'

'Not for now.'

'Why not?'

'How can I go back with you?'

'Why can't you go back?'

'You were the captain of the secret service division of the Fuxing Club...'

'Now I'm the team leader.'

'Oh, you've been promoted?'

'Yes. I'm now the leader of the special operations team.'

'Then you should be happy, shouldn't you?'

'But all my subordinates have been transferred by Dai Li. Dai Li also used me to create hatred between Mao Renfeng and me.'

'So you have grievances inside?'

'Of course I do!'

'If Dai Li didn't treat you like this, you would definitely work for him wholeheartedly, right?'

'I want to work for you. But you don't give me the chance!'

'You...'

Shi Bingdao was suddenly at a loss for words.

Okay. This guy really is full of complaints.

Dissatisfied with that, dissatisfied with this. He seems to think he is the most important person in the world.

How old are you!

All day long, you blame everyone and everything!

Sigh...

'So what are your plans for the future?'

'Make money. As soon as the war is over, I'll leave for good.'

'Can't you have some aspirations?'

'If I had aspirations, you wouldn't look at me! You're not letting me improve!'

'You...'

Shi Bingdao was speechless once again.

This guy, he's got a lot of complaints. Every word is a retort.

It's not that the organisation doesn't look at you. It's just that your own conditions and performance really don't match the principles of the organisation.

Principles are principles, and they won't change because of someone.

If you want to join the organisation, you must first change yourself. You must be clean and upright. You can't mess around.

'Have we rejected you outright?'

'No, we haven't.'

'That means the door to the organisation is always open to you. But you must be strict with yourself.'

'How?'

'First, you must give up your greed and lust.'

'Forget it.'

'You...'

Shi Bingdao was at a loss for words again.

After all that talk about making progress, being greedy and lustful...

What do you take the organisation to be?

A serious mistake!

There's no hope for you!

'You've made a lot of money, haven't you?'

'Quite a lot, anyway.'

'You haven't done anything to harm the people, have you?'

'Pish, the people are only worth a few cents! I've got all this money from arresting spies and traitors.'

'You were in Hangzhou before...'

'There's been a traitor in your underground organisation in Hangzhou. There's more than one. It's a mess over there.'

'Watch what you say! We'll talk about it when we get back!'

Shi Bingdao had to stop this guy in his tracks.

In fact, Zhang Yong hadn't drunk much. But he just couldn't stop talking. He just blurted out whatever came into his head. He was willing to say anything.

However, this guy really knew a lot of information.

Shi Bingdao knew that there was trouble in Hangzhou. Hangzhou and Shanghai had close ties.

From Zhang Yong's tone, it seemed that the situation was very serious.

Identifying traitors...

To be honest, it was not easy for anyone.

The most painful thing was having a traitor within the organisation.

'Great!'

Zhang Yong let himself go completely.

At this moment, he was truly a free man. He had no worries.

His former subordinates had been assigned elsewhere by the authorities. The new subordinates he had recruited had not yet arrived.

The so-called special operations team did not even have an office. It was purely temporary. You were given a title when you were needed. When you were not needed, you were kicked out. There was no social security, no five social insurances and one housing fund. There was no funding. You had to rely on yourself for everything.

Damn, even the capitalists of the future are not this heartless.

Another servant's quarters...

No benefits. Demands are excessive. It's like being given alms.

Just lie down.

Whoever wants to work, works!

It's better to work with the Red Party now.

What does the Red Party lack the most? Money. Weapons and ammunition. He can get all of these.

No chance of joining the organisation? Actually, it doesn't matter. Being a red-tiled businessman is actually more free. You can enjoy the benefits and glory, the best of both worlds...

'Is this your car?'

'I don't have a car.'

'You're the head of the Social News newspaper, and you don't have a car?'

'How much does a car cost? Can I afford one? Even if I could, would I want to? How much could I do with the money?'

'So, you're lacking someone who can take you to riches. No, someone who can help you solve your financial problems!'

'Don't talk nonsense!'

'I'm not boasting. In terms of money-making skills, the entire Shanghai underground party combined is no match for me.'

'Nonsense!'

'Don't you believe in materialism? Can you deny this objective fact?'

'You...'

Shi Bingdao was stifled again.

Helpless!

I want to beat this guy!

I really want to pry open his brain to see what the hell he's thinking.

This lazy guy clearly knows a lot about the party organisation. Every now and then, he says something that kills me.

'Actually, we'll be working together soon.'

'Soon?'

'Yes! When the Japanese invade China, the Kuomintang and the Communist Party will cooperate again. Then, we can join forces to fight the enemy.'

'What did you say?'

Shi Bingdao seemed to have understood. But then again, he didn't seem to have understood.

Zhang Yong's words contained too much information. He couldn't digest it all at once. He was also shocked inside.

'You heard me clearly.'

'I...'

'The Japanese invaders have no intention of giving up on China. Sooner or later, they will launch a large-scale invasion. At that time, all the parties in China will unite and stand together against the foreign invaders.'

'Did you come up with this on your own?'

'Guess?'

'I...'

Shi Bingdao wanted to say something but stopped.

For a moment, he couldn't figure this guy out at all.

You'd say he doesn't understand, right? He seems to know more than anyone else. But if you say he knows a lot, it's inexplicable...

'Let's talk about it in detail.'

'Wait...'

Zhang Yong's eyes suddenly flashed.

Here it comes!

Here it comes!

The God of Wealth is here!

A red dot appeared at the edge of the map. No weapons.

Automatically switch to economy mode. The red dot actually had a gold logo on it. Haha. This Japanese invader is carrying gold on his body!

'What are you doing?'

'Taking you to get rich.'

'Nonsense!'

'Follow me!'

Without further ado, Zhang Yong dragged Shi Bingdao along.

He couldn't beat the other agents. But he had no problem dealing with a scholar like Shi Bingdao.

Shi Bingdao couldn't break free, so he had to follow this guy.

The two quickly crossed three streets.

Zhang Yong stopped. Finally, they could see the target.

He raised the binoculars.

He saw a man in a hurry.

He was wearing a thick overcoat. He was wearing a scarf. He was carrying a suitcase. It was a bit big. It was a bit heavy.

Double-checks. It's him.

Passes the binoculars to Shi Bingdao. Then points him in the direction of the target.

'See?'

'Yes. What are you going to do?'

'Follow me.'

Zhang Yong is eager to get started.

Approaches the man quietly from behind.

The man seems to be quite alert too, suddenly turning around to look at Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong looks at the other man with a displeased expression. The look seems to say, what are you looking at? Have I offended you? This is not your street. If you keep looking...

The target man didn't take it seriously. He didn't notice anything unusual about Zhang Yong.

Just some trashy little punk...

There are plenty of those in Shanghai.

Zhang Yong quickened his pace, trying to overtake him. The target man didn't care.

He was sure the other guy was harmless. The target man wasn't on special alert.

At the moment the two crossed paths, Zhang Yong suddenly took out the hawthorn stick and gave the target man a blow to the back of the head.

It was lightning fast.

Puff!

Perfect.

Just right.

The man's body fell limp.

Zhang Yong immediately reached out to catch him.

At the same time, he turned back and yelled at Shi Bingdao, 'What are you doing? Get the suitcase!'

Shi Bingdao: ?

For a moment, tens of thousands of thoughts raced through his mind.

This Zhang Yong is truly lawless. He beat someone up and hit him with a club in broad daylight on the street.

How can this be allowed?

What's the difference between this and robbery?

This is downright rebellious.

Fortunately, he is not part of the organisation.

Otherwise, just this behaviour alone would warrant serious punishment.

Punishment!

Not education.

'Get the suitcase!'

'Er...'

Shi Bingdao looks around.

He quickly picks up the suitcase. It feels heavy.

'Follow me!'

Zhang Yong carries the middle-aged man and enters a nearby house.

The map shows that the house is currently unoccupied. Zhang Yong temporarily uses it as an interrogation room.

Shi Bingdao: ...

I'm so dizzy.

This guy, he even broke into people's homes.

This is totally bandit-like behaviour!

Oh, I forgot, this guy is the captain of the Secret Service Agency of the Restoration Society, no, now he's the team leader! He was originally a fierce-looking guy.

Zhang Yong threw the middle-aged man to the ground. He expertly took out the handcuffs and cuffed him.

Then he took the suitcase. He opened it in three quick movements.

Hey. A gold logo! There must be gold bars inside!

But then...

He was shocked...

He saw the radio.

Huh?

A radio?

A radio!

His eyes lit up.

A radio?

There was a radio in the suitcase.

'Huh?'

Shi Bingdao was also surprised.

He immediately realised that something was unusual. There was a radio!

He then realised that this middle-aged man was definitely not an ordinary person. How could a normal person carry a radio around with them?

"What's going on?'

'A Japanese spy.'

'How can you be sure?'

'Is he one of yours?'

'No.'

'If he's not one of yours, then he's definitely not one of ours. Do our people need to transport radios like this? So he can only be a Japanese spy.'

'Hm...'

Shi Bingdao felt that there was some truth in what he said.

Then the question arose: How did Zhang Yong determine the identity of the target before?

This guy determined the target from inside the binoculars!

Did he determine that the target was a Japanese spy from inside the binoculars?

That's amazing...

I don't believe it.

It's amazing. It's unfathomable.

Science can't explain it at all.

Zhang Yong continued to take out the contents of the suitcase.

Sure enough, there were gold bars.

Although they were all small gold bars. But there were as many as ten.

He swallowed them without a second thought.

After all, Shi Bingdao couldn't afford them. And he couldn't take them either.

They had discipline, hehe.

He also found some silver notes. Quite a lot of them. A total of ten thousand taels of silver.

This...

Seems like he swallowed them all. Sorry.

So he swallowed half of it. That left 5,000. After thinking about it, he swallowed another 3,000, leaving him with only 2,000.

That's right, there were too many banknotes, and it might have scared Shi Bingdao.

Then he found a book underneath.

He frowned when he took a look.

It was actually a copy of Mirrored Flowers from the Commercial Press.

This...

Oh, it's fine. I've met an expert.

Shi Bingdao is a cultured man. There's nothing he can't handle.

'Is this the code?'

'What?'

Shi Bingdao was still studying the radio.

Then he reacted. Next to the radio was a copy of 'The Flowers in the Mirror'. That must be used to translate the code.

As long as the real code is deciphered, the content can be translated by referring to this book.

The problem is that there is no code. This is the crux of the matter.

'No,' Shi Bingdao shook his head slowly, 'without a code, what is translated is just a jumble of words.'

'You should have the talent for this,' Zhang Yong said casually. "Your radio operators seem to be amazing. Breaking enemy codes is as easy as eating and drinking. Just a flash of inspiration, and it's broken.'

'Nonsense!" Shi Bingdao said slowly. 'The key to breaking a code is to find a way to encode it. This is a very long process. The success rate will not exceed 1%. Where did you hear such nonsense?'

'Isn't it?'

'Of course not. We can only ensure that the codes we use are as difficult as possible to decipher. But we don't have the skills to decipher our enemies' codes. At least, not in my case.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong nodded. It meant he understood. But he didn't take it seriously.

After all, there was a difference between reality and movies and TV dramas.

The protagonists in movies and TV dramas were all heroes. But he had never met any of them.

'By the way, do you want to leave the room for a while?'

'Do what?'

'Interrogation.'

'Here?'

'Yes.'

'You'll wake up the others.'

'No.'

Zhang Yong took out a hammer.

He patted the Japanese spy on the face to wake him up.

Shi Bing said, '...

I'm scared.

What's the point of carrying a hammer around with you?

You're not a carpenter, are you?