Chapter 206: The head of the department had to come in person again

It stinks.

It stinks.

It almost suffocated Zhang Yong.

He had never smelled such an unpleasant smell before. He still couldn't tell what it was.

What on earth was that smell?

'Ugh...'

'Ugh...'

At this time, the others also reacted.

They too could not help but want to vomit. But they could not vomit. They hurriedly backed away.

The strong stench could not be dispersed by the hot wind outside.

'Get out!'

'Get out!'

Zhang Yong was the fastest runner.

Damn, I thought there was a great benefit. Unexpectedly, I almost suffocated to death.

What exactly is stored inside the small building?

It can't be rotting corpses, right?

Damn, immediately thinking of many indescribable scenes.

'Ugh...'

He was done for. He vomited straight away.

Fortunately, the others were also vomiting. He didn't feel too incompetent.

His subordinates were all young people. They were all police academy graduates. There wasn't a single old agent. This was indeed the first time he had encountered such a scene.

'Ugh...'

'Ugh...'

He vomited for two full minutes before feeling a little better.

Zhang Yong simply ran all the way to the street outside. Finally, the stench wasn't so strong.

'Open the windows to ventilate the room.'

'Go!'

Zhong Yang shouted.

He found a cloth from somewhere and held it over his nose.

Luckily, there was a water tank by the entrance of the small building. He could soak the towel in it. This would block the stench.

So everyone started thinking of ways to cover their noses and mouths.

'Go in!'

'Go in!'

Finally, the bravest of them all rushed in. They opened all the doors and windows.

With the air circulation, the suffocating smell gradually dissipated. At the same time, the inside of the house gradually became brighter.

Zhang Yong stood at the door and took a long look. The inside was full of all kinds of burial goods. It looked like they had been dug out of the grave. There were all kinds. Whether they were valuable or not, he didn't know. But the quantity was very large.

He also found a cloth, wet it, and held it over his nose and mouth before slowly walking in.

What kind of antiques are the most valuable?

I don't know.

But you can get a feel for them by looking at where they are placed.

Those that are most securely placed are mostly the most valuable. The ones in the hall outside are definitely not as valuable.

The ones in the small room inside are mostly valuable.

If they are wrapped in red silk to prevent damage, they are even more valuable.

If they are individually wrapped and then wrapped in thick cotton wool, that's even better. That's amazing. Definitely rare treasures.

What was it that Chu Zuo appreciated earlier? Cloisonne? There are at least a dozen here. And this is just what Zhang Yong saw. There may be more in places that he didn't see.

'Zhongyang!'

'Yes!'

'You take the lead in the initial inventory. I'll go call Chu Zuo.'

'Yes.'

Zhongyang began making arrangements.

Zhang Yong walked outside to the street to look for a phone.

It turned out that there were no public telephones nearby. There weren't even any shops or anything. It was all private residences.

What a pain. Do I have to drive to make a phone call? Fuck.

But there was no other way. Those were the conditions at the time. Mobile phones and the like did not exist. There were not many landlines either. If you wanted to make a phone call, you had to look for one.

There was no other way. So he drove himself. He drove all the way out of Wutong Road. He turned into the nearby Jingwei Road.

Fortunately, there were shops here. But it was hard to say if there were any phones. Only the larger shops had phones.

He drove on, while looking left and right.

Suddenly, the map in my head prompts that there is a red dot ahead. My attention is immediately drawn there.

I drive quietly over. I get closer to the red dot. I quickly find the target.

It's actually an acquaintance. Xia Lan. The Japanese spy doctor at the Army General Hospital. She's actually here?

Xia Lan is inside a coffee shop. Alone. It seems she's waiting for someone.

Is she making contact? I wonder who she's meeting.

Zhang Yong parks the car nearby. Then he gets out. He approaches without making a sound.

Luckily, there was a public phone near the café. So he went up, took out two yuan and made the call while keeping an eye on Xia Lan.

The call was made directly to the Chief. A moment later, the Chief answered the phone.

'Chief, this is Zhang Yong.'

'Shaolong, what is it?'

'I've discovered where the Department of State is hiding its treasures. There are a lot of antiques inside. There are more than ten cloisonné items. But I don't know anything about antiques. I want to invite some experts to take a look.'

'Where is it?'

'Wutong Road. No. 31.'

'I'll go myself.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was taken aback.

The boss is coming himself? He's got time for that?

Then it occurred to him. The boss is very interested in those antiques.

You can't talk money to the boss.

You have to talk antiques and calligraphy.

If there really are treasures in there, that would be great. Even if it's just a favour.

'That's it!'

The boss hung up.

Zhang Yong put down the receiver. He tilted his head. He noticed that Xia Lan was still there.

It was true that this woman, dressed in a slender, moon-white cheongsam, looked full of charm and beautiful.

Fortunately, he had acted first.

Otherwise, if she had targeted someone for a seduction, the success rate would have been almost 100%.

Which cadre could stand the test of her beauty?

His mind moved.

He walked into the café and sat down in front of her.

Xia Lan had seen him long before. But she didn't say anything. She just watched him sit down quietly.

'Dr Xia.'

'Captain Zhang.'

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'What a coincidence!'

'Yes. What a coincidence.'

Xia Lan picked up her coffee cup without saying a word.

Zhang Yong raised his hand, gave a smart snap of his fingers, and called the waiter over.

He took out a ten-dollar bill and put it on the tray.

'It's rare that we meet outside. My treat. What would you like to eat?'

'No need. I'm waiting for someone.'

'Waiting for someone?'

'A friend of mine. You know her too.'

'Who?'

'She's here.'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong turned around. He saw Song Ziyu just entering the door.

Well, he was ambushed. It turned out that Xia Lan was actually trying to save herself by calling for reinforcements. She had actually found a way to get to know Song Ziyu.

No, she probably knew her a long time ago. She must have a strategy for targeting people too.

Could it be someone from the Song family?

Someone talented from the Song family?

'Miss Song. This way!' Xia Lan stood up.

'Dr Xia,' Song Ziyu responded politely.

Then she saw Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong looked back at her.

Song Ziyu's eyes lit up and she quickened her pace.

'Shaolong!'

'Miss Song,'

'you can still call me Ziyu!'

'I dare not,'

Zhang Yong said with a smile.

I dare not call you that. Otherwise, there will be trouble.

If that happens, it will be a fait accompli, and I won't be able to get rid of her. You Song family members are too good for me.

But this Dr Xia in front of me is fine. She is a Japanese spy. I'll find a way to get rid of her. Let's just say it's for Sino-Japanese friendship. Sino-Japanese friendship...

'Shaolong, why are you here?'

'Oh, I made a special appointment to go out with Dr Xia. I want to get to know her better.'

'You and Dr Xia are friends too?'

'To be precise, we are very close friends. We used to...'

He wanted to say, we are very close friends.

If it weren't for the lack of time, I would have eaten her up.

Unfortunately, there was no time.

'Miss Song, don't listen to his nonsense. He likes to talk nonsense. He actually likes you.'

'Really? Why didn't I feel it?'

'Dr Xia is obviously mistaken. How dare I even dream of marrying Miss Song? Dr Xia and I, on the other hand, are a match made in heaven. Dr Xia, why don't we choose a good day and make this happen?'

'Aren't you afraid that Miss Song will be angry if you say this in front of her?'

'She won't.'

'I won't.'

Song Ziyu responded seriously.

Zhang Yong: ...

Xia Lan: ...

The two of them were both speechless.

This...

I can't continue with this conversation!

"Shaolong, you still haven't answered me. Why are you here?'

'I was passing by.'

'On a mission?'

'Yes.'

'I won't ask then. Are you in a hurry?'

'For what?'

'If you're not in a hurry, then stay for a while. If you are, then you should go. Work is important.'

'I'm not really in a hurry...'

'So what do you like to eat?'

'I don't want to eat anything.'

Zhang Yong shakes his head.

Just thinking about the suffocating smell a moment ago, oh...

Crap!

I feel like throwing up!

He quickly turns his face away. Covering his mouth. Luckily, he didn't throw up.

'What's wrong with you?'

'Nothing. I just arrived at a place a while ago, and it stinks to death.'

'What place?'

'A small foreign-style building on Wutong Road. It was used by the Japanese invaders' Sophora agency to store burial goods. The smell inside is really bad.'

'Sophora agency?'

'Yes. The intelligence agency of the Japanese spies. Specialised in stealing our country's treasures.'

'You cracked it?'

'Not yet. I've only caught their tail. I haven't closed the net yet.'

'What now?'

'The head of the department said he'll go there himself. I have to go back later.'

'That's good!'

Song Ziyu was very happy.

She really liked listening to Zhang Yong's stories about catching Japanese spies.

It was thrilling. It was exciting.

For a girl her age, it was addictive!

Zhang Yong noticed Xia Lan's expression.

On the surface, Xia Lan looked calm. But inside, she was secretly nervous.

Huaiji Organ?

She knew the name, even if she didn't know the details.

She never imagined that Zhang Yong was such a crafty person. He had even dug up the Huaiji Organ and found the hiding place.

It was obvious that this time, Huaiji Organ would suffer heavy property losses.

Alas, what kind of freak is this?

How is it that he can catch every Japanese spy?

She wanted to poison this guy, but she could only think about it.

She would save herself first!