Chapter 292: A Secret of Heavenly Importance

Negotiations begin with a slap.

After slapping the other person, Zhang Yong had already pressed the handle of the gun.

He was ready to draw the gun at any time.

Then they would shoot at each other.

First, they would kill a few of the other person's men. Then they would switch to submachine guns.

No. It's immediately turn around and run. Run as fast as you can. As long as you're still alive, you'll always have a chance.

The result...

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Takeo Kishida covered his cheeks.

For a moment, he didn't react.

Was he stunned?

Or was he completely unprepared?

He never expected to be slapped right away.

'Hagya!'

'You hit me?'

Finally, Takeo Kishida reacted.

In an instant, his face became hideous, as if he were a beast about to eat someone.

The people around him also felt as if they were facing a great enemy.

All the dark muzzles were raised.

The Fuxing Society side, of course, did not show any weakness. They responded by raising their guns as well.

They were armed to the teeth with all kinds of Thompson submachine guns.

For a split second, Zhang Yong regretted what he had done. Then he returned to normal.

He had been too impulsive.

He had slapped the other person right away.

However, he was just an ordinary person. He had poor emotional control.

Seeing the Japanese invaders being so arrogant, his reaction was to slap the other person directly. As for the consequences of the slap, he didn't think about it at all at that time.

In a word, I just slapped you.

You shot and killed me. Even before I die, I will drag you down with me.

The Japanese invaders in other places dare not say. Inside this hotel lobby, more than a dozen Japanese invaders, including Kawashima Yoshiko, will all be buried with him.

It's worth it.

In the future, I will be able to enjoy the incense on the first and fifteenth of the lunar month.

In the future, I will also have a page in the register of anti-Japanese martyrs. I dare not say that I have brought honour to my ancestors. But I have definitely not brought shame to them.

Go ahead!

Shoot! Let's all die together!

The result...

The atmosphere was very tense.

But the gun didn't go off.

Takeo Kishida didn't want to die together. Kawashima Yoshiko certainly didn't want to.

I guess the other Japanese didn't want to either.

Today's task is negotiation. Not a firefight.

Zhang Yong suddenly smiled.

'Mr. Kishida, calm down. We are here to negotiate. Let's get down to business.'

'Haha, you...'

Kishida Takeo felt his cheeks burning with pain.

That damned bastard! Such a heavy slap, fiercely scraping on his face. The pain...

It was unbearable!

This grudge must be avenged!

However,

not now.

Right now, negotiations are important.

There were too many Japanese spies who had been captured, and they must be ransomed back.

The entire Tong Organ had been almost completely paralysed by the capture of so many people. This was the purpose of the ransom.

If new people were arranged, the original Tong Organ would be useless.

It was necessary to find a few familiar people to come back. Otherwise, there were many things that no one else knew.

'Baka...'

'Mr. Kishida, I am very sincere.'

'You'd better be.'

'Of course, I captured most of the Japanese spies...'

'Hagah!'

Kishida Takeo's blood pressure rose.

Was the other party being sincere? Was this an obvious provocation?

You caught most of the Japanese spies...

Damn. It seemed to be true.

Indeed, most of the Japanese spies had been captured by the guy in front of him.

Damn it!

By sending him here, the Fuxing Society was slapping them in the face!

Facing Zhang Yong, they didn't have any psychological advantage. After all, the other party was best at capturing Japanese people.

Baka!

This pervert! Sooner or later, he'll have to be killed. But not now.

'Mr. Kishida, watch your manners,' Zhang Yong said slowly, "if we're going to compete in name-calling, I'll be calling your whole family names.'

'Fine. Let's get down to business," said Takeo Kishida, sulking, 'what's your sincerity?'

'We're ready to release Taobao Wan. Unconditionally.'

'We don't need her!'

'Oh? Who do you need then?'

'We need...'

Takeshi Kishida suddenly shut up. I can't say it yet.

Zhang Yong unashamedly gave the other party the finger. Disdain you. What's there not to say?

Have you been keeping it a secret?

Fine, don't say anything in the future.

'I wonder what resources you can provide in exchange?'

'We offer a very rich selection.'

'But we just want money.'

'What?'

'We also offer a wide range of options.'

'What?'

'Gold bars, silver dollars, British pounds, US dollars – we'll take them all. Canadian and Australian dollars are also fine. But no francs and no lira.'

'Why?'

Takeo Kishida couldn't understand it.

Did these two countries have a grudge against you? And no francs either.

Of course Zhang Yong couldn't tell the other party that the French would soon be defeated. By then, the franc would be worthless. Definitely not.

If you do, you must spend it as quickly as possible. You must never hoard it.

Italy will become a member of the Axis powers in the future. It will become an enemy. What do you need lira for? Besides, lira is worthless...

'Secret!'

Zhang Yong replied mysteriously.

Kishida Takeo immediately felt his cheeks burn. He was very angry.

This son of a bitch!

He slapped himself, and he had to endure it.

There was nothing he could do. After all, the other party had so many Japanese spies in their hands. He had to put up with it for the time being.

'Please!'

'Please!'

The negotiation table was in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel.

The Fuxing Society was in the south. The Japanese were in the north. There was also a representative of the puppet state of Manchukuo.

This representative was Kawashima Yoshiko. She sat coldly diagonally opposite Zhang Yong. Her cold gaze kept wandering over Zhang Yong's body.

Zhang Yong didn't even look at her. He indicated that he didn't know her. A female traitor. Trash.

Unexpectedly, the female traitor spoke first, 'Mr Zhang, you led people to assassinate my subordinates. We should settle this score.'

'Who are you? Don't speak recklessly,' Zhang Yong retorted without hesitation.

'You can call me Kawashima Yoshiko. This Manchurian Xinxing Hotel is the property of our Manchukuo. You came here to commit murder, which is an infringement of our Manchukuo's sovereignty.'

'Ridiculous! Have we recognised your Manchukuo? You're nothing but a bunch of clowns!'

'Zhang Yong! You started the fight without authorisation. Are you trying to provoke a war?'

'Yeah! So what?'

Zhang Yong shrugged.

Provoke a war?

What a serious accusation. You deserve it!

How dare you start a war with your puppet state? I'm laughing out loud.

Please take a look at the Japanese next to you. Without their support, your puppet state is nothing!

'How dare you!'

'So what?'

'You!'

Kawashima Yoshiko's face turns red.

She is defeated by Zhang Yong's impudence. The other party simply doesn't take her seriously.

Hagah!

I really want to kill him with a sword.

'You Chinese are no match for us Japanese.'

'Yes.'

'You admit it?'

'I admit it!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Takeo Kishida, who had spoken, suddenly froze.

He had thought that his powerful punch would knock the other person down. Unexpectedly, the punch missed.

'You're not going to refute it?'

Kawashima Yoshiko also frowned. She couldn't figure out Zhang Yong's true intentions.

Kishida Takeo's routine was clearly intended to make him argue back. If the other person argued back, he would refute them without mercy. He had been preaching about the might of the Empire of Japan.

But the other person had simply admitted it. All the preparations had been for nothing.

'You admit that China is inferior to Japan?'

'I admit it,'

Zhang Yong nodded calmly.

That was the truth. There was no need to deny it.

Not only was it inferior. The gap was huge.

If the combat effectiveness of the Japanese army at this moment in time was 100, the combat effectiveness of the Nationalist army was probably only around 30.

That was why, at the beginning of the war, the Japanese army was unstoppable and invincible. It easily occupied most of China. Until 1939, the combat effectiveness of the Japanese army was overwhelming.

Neither the Nationalist army nor the Eighth Route Army had the ability to resist. These are the facts. It's cruel. But it's true.

'So you dare provoke us?'

'Because you are the ones who will ultimately lose!'

'Baka!'

Kawashima Yoshiko suddenly stood up.

Furious. Arrogant.

She subconsciously wanted to draw her sword. Then she realised she hadn't brought it with her.

Of course, it was also possible that she hadn't brought it on purpose. Otherwise, at this moment, she would be in a bit of a difficult situation.

Zhang Yong's expression was calm.

He had actually never experienced an occasion like this before.

But he was full of confidence.

Because the ultimate loser was indeed the Japanese.

unconditional surrender.

Hundreds of thousands of the Kwantung Army were sent to Siberia as forced labourers. Less than a third of them survived.

He had many acquaintances in Tokyo...

Hiroshima and Nagasaki were reduced to rubble...

Class A war criminals were hanged...

That was the price for being an invader.

Kawashima Yoshiko would also be executed. She would finally end her sinful life.

Standing in the long river of history, what did he need to fear?

He was a victor. Even if he sacrificed himself, he would be one of the group.

With his current achievements, he is at least qualified to have a separate page in the archives of the Restoration Society.

Even the county annals of his hometown can already give him a separate page.

This is a very brilliant achievement, right?

Even in death, he will have a memorial tablet!

What's there to be afraid of!

"Watch your words!'

Kawashima Yoshiko sat down angrily. So as not to embarrass herself.

Zhang Yong is unmoved. It's as if he hadn't heard a word. A bunch of clowns, I have enough qualifications to despise you all!

'Just you, you also want to defeat us?' Takeo Kishida sneered.

'We'll see in ten years,' Zhang Yong replied calmly.

It seems to be September 1935 now. Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. The Japanese invaders announced their unconditional surrender on August 15, 1945. Exactly ten years.

He took out a piece of paper and wrote the numbers '1945.08.15' on it.

Then he handed it to Takeo Kishida from the table.

Takeo Kishida took it. He looked at it. He was confused.

Does it look like a date?

What does it mean?

'Playing with fire,' Kawashima Yoshiko sneered.

'This is a very important number. This number is related to the fate of all Japanese people,' Zhang Yong said calmly.

'Hmph! Do you think we're idiots?' She picked up the note and was about to tear it up.

But Takeo Kishida waved her off.

Kawashima Yoshiko had no choice but to stop.

'There is a huge secret contained within,' Zhang Yong said with all the seriousness in the world. "If you can decipher this secret, no one will be arrested.'

'What?" Takeo Kishida's eyebrows furrowed, and he actually believed it a little.