The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 299 Chaos
The next day, Yingzuo held a cocktail party on the Bund and invited friends from the political, business and journalistic circles to attend.

The new government was established, but everyone present didn't know that Kagesawa was the one behind the scenes, so everyone who should come came after Kagesawa's invitation.

Zhang Xiaolin’s death brought back painful memories for these businessmen. How many businessmen who cooperated with the Japanese died during the last wave of assassinations by the Military Control Commission? How worried they were at the time. These are still fresh in their memories.

That time, those who died were some traitor leaders who had little protection, but this time, even the big boss Zhang Xiaolin who had strict protection was killed.

"Has the Military Control Commission's assassination started again?"

"General Yingzuo, what should we do? We can't even leave the house, let alone do business. I came out today because I asked the police to send me here. It's too dangerous."

Yingzuo understood clearly that the cocktail party had turned into a gathering for businessmen to complain.

He comforted her with words and made a promise, "I am very sorry for Zhang Xiaolin's death. On behalf of the Empire of Japan and the Special Agent Committee, I will severely crack down on such acts that undermine the peace and tranquility of Shanghai. I will strike hard at the criminals hiding in the underground of Shanghai. Please rest assured."

With Yingzuo's promise, everyone felt a little relieved. Otherwise, what else could they do? People have to live and make money, so they have to work.

The atmosphere at the cocktail party became cheerful and lively, and everyone began to chase Yingzo to ask about the government's future economic direction.

At this moment, bang! There was a sudden loud noise, and a sofa in the venue suddenly exploded. The whole sofa was blown into several pieces, and the two people sitting on the sofa were blown away on the spot, their bodies fell to the ground nearby, bleeding, and it was unknown whether they were alive or dead.

"what!"

The floating catkins in the sky fell slowly, and the screaming crowd started running. The lady in the dress took the lead, and the man reacted and followed closely behind, then passed her and ran towards the door.

A few people went out of the door, and more people were crowded and blocked at the door, but they still squeezed forward, because that was the way to survive.

At this moment, several men in baseball caps suddenly jumped out from opposite the hotel entrance. They pulled their hats down and generally wore masks, dressed like ordinary people. They raised their guns and started shooting at the first group of people who escaped and the people blocking the door, regardless of gender.

What’s even more outrageous is that suddenly, a black grenade was thrown not far from the hotel gate.

"Ah!" a higher-pitched female voice rang out.

It’s not that the man didn’t scream, it’s just that he was not strong enough and couldn’t compete.

Boom! The grenade exploded and destroyed everything in its path. Fortunately, there were two people who served as human shields, so not many merchants were injured.

"Back off, back off, back off quickly, damn it." The people who were originally blocking the front were happy, but now this group of people is the most panicked. They have started cursing and keep pushing back into the house.

They saw from the corner of their eyes that several of those who ran out of the door the fastest had been shot and fell to the ground, wailing continuously.

The two meat shield guys in front of him would have collapsed to the ground if they hadn't been supported.

There are bombs inside and gunmen outside. The people rushing in the front are afraid of being shot to death, and the people hanging at the back are afraid of being blown to death. Everyone is heading in different directions and the scene is even more crowded. The scene is as chaotic as a headless fly.

Bang, bang, bang, gunshots rang out in the house.

"Quiet, everyone retreat. We have checked the house and there are no bombs. Come back. Going out is like going to die. Military police, bring them back." Yingzuo raised his gun and shouted, "I have brought military police to protect everyone's safety. I made a call and reinforcements will be here soon. Everyone just come back and wait. Military police, protect their safety."

While someone was speaking in the house, the security outside finally reacted. The incident happened suddenly and a group of people suddenly pulled out guns and started shooting. It was normal to get injured or killed, but in fact it only took a few seconds to react.

The counterattack soon began.

The killers on the street were not keen on fighting and retreated while fighting. Soon, the crowd disappeared from the public's sight.

The chaos in the room finally calmed down after the military police pulled them together and Yingzo called out. Everyone sat on the stools or even on the ground in a daze, with no image at all. Some of them sobbed and cried awkwardly. The men also had messy clothes. They sat quietly, and suddenly they trembled convulsively, and then sat there in a daze.

The gunman is already scary enough, and now even grenades are coming out.

Is this Shanghai?
Fuck!

Twenty minutes later, at the hospital.

"I'm here, Fujita-kun." While comforting the families of the injured, Yingzuo greeted Zhou Qinghe who had just arrived.

"This is Colonel Fujita, a surgical genius. You can rest assured with him around."

Zhou Qinghe's house is right next to the Bund, so they arrived very quickly. Yingzo and his team's ambulance had just arrived.

"How did it become like this?" Zhou Qinghe was still wondering where the explosions and gunshots came from.

"It was done by the Military Control Commission." Yingzuo narrated what happened with a stern face.

If Zhou Qinghe had not met Zeng Haifeng just last night, he would have almost believed this story. Killing Zhang Xiaolin and assassinating traitors on the Bund, this is something that the Military Control Commission could really do.

"Are they crazy?" Zhou Qinghe frowned and acted along: "What happened recently? Why did the Military Control Commission suddenly do such a cruel thing?"

"I don't know." Yingzuo also frowned: "I'm not in Shanghai recently, how can I have time to care about them?"

"What about Nanjing? Did something happen?" Zhou Qinghe made a reasonable guess.

Yingzuo shook his head, then his eyes widened: "The establishment of a new government may have embarrassed the upper echelons of Chongqing, so they carried out this assassination. Yes! That must be the case!"

Zhou Qinghe nodded slightly: "This is indeed very likely."

"No more talking, save people first." Yingzuo immediately said, "Some of you may know the rules of Colonel Fujita. One operation costs 10,000 US dollars. If you can afford it, ask him to do it. If you can't afford it, there are other doctors to help you."

If I get hurt while attending a banquet, I have to pay for the doctor myself, right?
The people who heard this felt a little resentful, but those present could still afford the $10,000, even though it hurt. After some debate, the treatment was given to a critically ill patient.

"It's you." Yingzuo pointed to a patient and said to Zhou Qinghe with a smile: "Fujita-kun can't come here for nothing. He still has to make the money he deserves. Don't worry, I will urge them to pay."

Thank you, this kind of occasion brings me hatred. How can the patient who knows the price in advance and comes to me be the same as the patient who lies on the operating table and only starts negotiating the price?

Zhou Qinghe nodded and began to check the injury nonchalantly.

No matter what Yingzuo's purpose is, what's wrong with making money?
As for whether those traitors and their families hated him or not, he seemed not to care at all.

Earn some extra money and go home to rest. I have another mission in Shanghai this time.

The Medical Bureau is going to set up a company and factory in Shanghai, nominally under the name of a Chinese person. This way, some countries that are not convenient to directly ask Japan to buy medicine will be able to buy it indirectly, and everyone can save face.

Just set up any company. Orders are not discussed here anyway. Those who understand will come by themselves, and those who don’t can’t afford it.

The factory building is the key to Zhou Qinghe's advancement of this matter. There must be kickbacks from selling drugs. The purpose of moving the location from Japan to Shanghai is to equip the entire pharmaceutical production line with high-end equipment.

Now that there is a factory here, the equipment can be brought here. This will be China's asset in the future, and even if the skilled workers of some Japanese pharmaceutical companies cannot go back, they can still live happily here forever.

Japan's medicine is currently more developed than China's. It would be a shame not to speak out about so many good things in its brain.

Originally, the plan was to have Zhang Xiaolin cooperate, sell a factory to Japan, and then send people to protect it. The people from Red Rose would then monitor the workers, and the matter would be easily settled.

Now that Zhang Xiaolin is dead, this matter will have to be delayed for a while.

These two things are actually one thing. We still have to solve the problem of what Yingzo wants to do. Once this problem is solved, we won't have to spend much energy on the factory matter.

Killing Zhang Xiaolin and putting the blame on the Military Control Commission. Zhou Qinghe originally thought that Yingzuo just wanted to get himself out of the blame, so the Military Control Commission would be the most suitable person to take the blame. But looking at what happened today, that's not necessarily the case.

Scaring the merchants was obviously intended to make them fearful and remind them of the days when they were assassinated by the Military Control Commission. But this matter had nothing to do with him. Even if all the merchants were scared to death, the blame would not be on him as he was working in the Military Medical Bureau.

Tianming, today is the day of Zhang Xiaolin's funeral

As everyone knows that Zhou Qinghe is Zhang Xiaolin's friend, he should see him off.

The vehicle drove to a place not far from the Zhang family's house. The funeral slip had already been hung at the gate, swaying slowly in the wind, and many people were coming in and out.

Zhang Xiaolin is a big boss of the Green Gang, and his seniority is extremely high. He can be said to be one of the most senior people in the Green Gang at present, and he possesses absolute power. Therefore, there are many younger members of the Green Gang who come to visit and pay their respects. Those who are too low in rank can only get together to send a wreath, and they cannot even enter the gate.

The three cars behind Zhou Qinghe continued to drive forward, beeping a few times to drive away the crowd at the door. A dozen plainclothes gendarmes got out of the cars, surrounded the city with their hands on their waists and their eyes constantly scanning everyone. If anyone dared to move, they would definitely ignore the concession regulations and be shot directly. A group of Qing Gang brothers knew that a big shot had come when they saw this posture, and they were whispering.

Zhou Qinghe usually doesn't care about this kind of pomp and circumstance, but it is necessary today. Firstly, it is for safety, and secondly, he wants to let the whole of Shanghai know through these people that he, Zhou Qinghe, is not the kind of person who would rather use people to his advantage than to his disadvantage.

There are many examples of Japanese using Chinese people, and their reputation is very bad.

"Let's go." Zhou Qinghe said to the driver.

When the vehicle drove past, the Zhang family members who were welcoming guests at the door were originally proud of their status. After all, they were the deceased's family, and the dead were the most important. They just needed to wait for someone to come forward. However, when they saw the license plate of the car, they immediately trotted forward and offered to open the door, but were stopped by the military police.

It's not their turn to do this kind of thing.

The military police opened the car door, and Zhou Qinghe got out and nodded to the welcoming staff. There were many members of the Qing Gang who knew Zhou Qinghe, and a suppressed cheering sounded immediately behind him.

"Please come inside."

"Ah."

"Guests are arriving!"

Zhou Qinghe walked through the gate and took a look around the environment. There were quite a few people inside, most of whom were members of the Zhang family with white cloth wrapped on their heads. Those who were not wearing white cloth should be the guests who came to pay their respects, and their number was pitifully small.

There are seventeen in total.

Ordinary families usually have this number of friends and relatives coming to pay their respects. Why is it that only these few people from Zhang Xiaolin’s social connections came?

Zhou Qinghe was surprised. What was interesting was that Zhou Qinghe actually saw Huang Jinrong, who was supposed to be paralyzed at home pretending to have a stroke.

The person who should have come didn't come, but he, who didn't have to come, came.

It saves me some trouble, I don't have to make a special trip to see him.

Zhou Qinghe walked towards the mourning hall, observed a moment of silence and walked through the process, then turned around and asked the family members to express their gratitude. It was one of Zhang Xiaolin's concubines who was kneeling on the ground wrapped in white cloth, and it was not Zhang Fayao's son.

"Where is Zhang Fayao? There was a funeral today, but where did he go? He didn't even receive any guests, and just let a woman come out?" Zhou Qinghe asked the familiar butler Fu Bo.

Uncle Fu looked a little embarrassed, and smiled apologetically: "Young Master is a little tired, and just went upstairs to rest for a while. Please wait, I will go and call him for you."

"Would you like to smoke opium?" Zhou Qinghe said suddenly.

Uncle Fu's smile became even more awkward, and he explained, "The young master was originally guarding, but he was tired and took a rest."

Zhou Qinghe waved his hands, too lazy to listen to his nonsense. A fool from the Green Gang wanted to get to the top, and his father’s funeral was the best opportunity to talk to the older generation and express his emotions, but he actually went to smoke opium?

There are so many old guys in the Qing Gang who have risen through fighting and killing, it would be a miracle if they could support him.

"You're busy."

Zhou Qinghe glanced at Huang Jinrong and walked over.

Huang Jinrong still looked like he had suffered a stroke, with a crooked mouth and slanted eyebrows, and a little smirk at the corner of his mouth. He was slumped in a wheelchair, and a little woman was standing behind him, pushing the wheelchair.

"How is your master's health recently?" Zhou Qinghe asked.

"Okay, you are."

As soon as I heard it, I knew I didn't know him.

Zhou Qinghe did not answer, but raised his eyebrows at Huang Jinrong.

Immediately, Huang Jinrong's body swayed, he began to twitch and drooled more and more.

"Ah! Master, what's wrong with you?" the woman screamed.

"He's sick, go away!" Zhou Qinghe pushed the woman away, pinched Huang Jinrong's philtrum with his fingers, and shouted to Uncle Fu who came over after hearing the news: "Prepare a room, lay him down quickly!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Huang Jinrong's seizure was so scary. If he died here, the housekeeper didn't dare to think about what would happen next.

Soon, a clean room was ready.

Zhou Qinghe glanced at the closed door and said calmly, "Okay, it's hard for you. You still have to act at your age. But your acting skills are superb. It really looks like a stroke."

Huang Jinrong, who was lying on the bed, returned to his original position with crooked eyebrows and squinting eyes. He smiled faintly and propped himself up to sit up: "There is no other way. If it is not installed properly, it will easily lead to death. I specially asked someone to understand the appearance of a stroke patient, so that I have the confidence to go out."

Zhou Qinghe smiled and said, "Just lie down at home. No one will say anything if you don't come."

Huang Jinrong sighed, "We have known each other for so many years, and now that he is gone, I have to see him off for the last time. He is old now, and there are still a few people I know. These old guys will be one less if they die. Alas."

"As expected of Huang Jinrong, he and Du Yuesheng built their family with the help of you. Even if they had a quarrel and split up afterwards, at least you came to see them off. You can be considered a man of affection and righteousness, much better than others. I see, why are there so few people here?" Zhou Qinghe asked.

Huang Jinrong was indeed clear: "It's all because of the Military Control Commission's affairs. Now assassinations have started again and people are in a panic. You know what kind of people they are in the eyes of the Military Control Commission. The Military Control Commission killed Zhang Xiaolin, and Yingzuo invited businessmen and politicians to a party and bombs were planted. How dare they come?"

Oh, so that's what's going on. Zhou Qinghe sneered and nodded, jokingly saying, "Then why aren't you afraid?"

"I'm just an old guy who had a stroke, and the Military Control Commission doesn't even think highly of me."

"Hahaha."

Of the three giants of the Green Gang, Du Yuesheng fled, Zhang Xiaolin committed treason, and the one left behind was Huang Jinrong, who pretended to be crazy and stupid, but he had indeed done evil all his life. At the critical moment, he did not accept the olive branch extended by the Japanese, and the Military Control Commission really could not find him.

When the principal thought of these three people in Shanghai, he compared him with Zhang Xiaolin, and always called Zhang Xiaolin a bitch and said that Huang Jinrong was a man who abided by his duties.

"I wonder what Mr. Zhou wants to talk to me about today?" Huang Jinrong asked.

"Replace Zhang Xiaolin and help me manage the Green Gang." Zhou Qinghe said bluntly.

Huang Jinrong frowned and rejected all other Japanese requests. After all, stroke was a universal shield.

But Zhou Qinghe's request was the only thing that was difficult to do, as the stroke was someone else's idea.

He thought for a moment and sighed, "Mr. Zhou, I'm old and really can't do it anymore. I don't have the energy."

Zhou Qinghe said in a calm voice, "I'm not discussing this with you."

Huang Jinrong was stunned, and after a moment of silence, he said: "You can actually find Zhang Fayao. You will be the host, and he will be the puppet in front of the stage. In this way, your political orders will also be..."

"He is on the Military Control Commission's kill list. Not only him, but almost all the backbone members of the Zhang family are included." Zhou Qinghe blocked Huang Jinrong's next words with just one sentence.

Only one left. 'Huh?'

Huang Jinrong looked at Zhou Qinghe in shock.

Zhou Qinghe frowned slightly and let out a long sigh, "I have a source in Chongqing who said that when Zhang Fayao was in Hangzhou, he had sex with a woman because he saw she was pretty on the street. It turned out that the woman was the illegitimate daughter of a high-ranking official. Now this person has been transferred to the Military Control Commission and has issued a death order that his entire family must be buried with him. Zhang Xiaolin was killed by his good son, otherwise why would the Military Control Commission suddenly stir up trouble again?"

"Ah? Hiss." Huang Jinrong frowned and didn't know what to say.

This is definitely something this unfilial descendant would do.

"Alas~" Huang Jinrong sighed in embarrassment. The key point was that he really didn't want to work for the Japanese. With his position and power, there was nothing to pursue. Why should he bear the stigma of being a traitor? There was no benefit.

Zhou Qinghe used both soft and hard tactics, "Huang Jinrong, don't be so resistant, you know I just want to make money, I cooperated with Zhang Xiaolin just for money. Of course, Shanghai is quiet and peaceful, so it is easier to make money, I am doing this for the good of Shanghai.

You don't have to work for too long. I will let Zhang Fayao go to Japan to avoid the limelight after a while. When this matter is over, he will come back to take over. If you don't want to do it, you can hand it over to him. "

(End of this chapter)