The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 300 Funeral
"Give me some time to think about it."

If he didn't have to help the Japanese to attack the Military Control Commission, Huang Jinrong felt that he could be flexible and lower his bottom line under such circumstances.

"I told you, I'm not negotiating with you. You can come forward, or you can find someone reliable and obedient to come forward. I just want the power of the Qing Gang not to fall into the hands of outsiders."

At this point, Huang Jinrong knew that it was not a question of whether to care about the Green Gang or not, but whether he wanted to live. Tojo Akio wanted to kill him, and he had Zhou Qinghe to help him. If Zhou Qinghe also wanted to kill him, Huang Jinrong felt that Zhou Qinghe didn't even need to do anything, and he could just let Tojo Akio, this vicious dog, go.

So he quickly nodded and agreed: "Then give me a few days, I will sort out the current business, and this matter requires the cooperation of the Zhang family, and they have to be willing to give up their territory. You have to talk to Zhang Fayao."

"Very good." Zhou Qinghe dealt with him and smiled: "I will do this, you don't have to worry about it these few days. You have to keep this matter secret for now. Zhang Fayao has to do me a favor in Shanghai before I can leave. I will tell him before I leave."

"How can he help you?" Huang Jinrong asked curiously.

Zhou Qinghe smiled: "The Military Control Commission wants to kill him, can't I use him to lure the Military Control Commission?"

Huang Jinrong's face became serious. This was indeed a good move. It was ruthless. We all went through this, so who wouldn't be ruthless?

Zhou Qinghe chuckled, "Don't worry, Zhang Fayao will help me manage the Qing Gang in the future. I won't let him die. Now he has more guards around him than I do. If he wants to avenge his father and catch the Military Control Commission, he has to do his part, right? Otherwise, Shanghai is so big, where can we find the Military Control Commission?"

"That's right, that's right. I'll be grateful for your care in the future, Mr. Zhou." Huang Jinrong bowed with a smile.

"I won't meddle in other people's business. Just make good money and manage people well." Zhou Qinghe reassured him.

"Okay, okay." Huang Jinrong frowned after saying this: "What should I do about my stroke? Everyone knows that I had a stroke. How can I explain it then? The doctors all said that there is no cure."

"It's simple. I fell again and hit my head. Maybe it was the Buddha's blessing. Alas, the stroke was cured."

Huang Jinrong: “.”

Zhou Qinghe walked out of the treatment room as the woman expressed her gratitude while wiping her tears with a handkerchief.

Such a big thing happened at this time, and the smoker was finally pulled down by the housekeeper in a state of unconsciousness.

"Are you okay? Thank you for your help." The housekeeper was also sweating and bowed his hands repeatedly to express his gratitude: "If you were not here, I would be really afraid that something would happen. Alas, this is a troubled time."

"It's a small matter." Zhou Qinghe waved his hand, glanced at Zhang Fayao, and then said: "I won't stay any longer. It's not convenient for you to stay here. I'll leave first."

It's enough to just come and show your appreciation. It's impossible for Zhou Qinghe to participate in the funeral. Zhang Xiaolin is not lucky enough to do so. Of course, the Zhang family also knows this.

"Wait a moment." Zhou Qinghe was about to leave when Zhang Fayao stopped him.

His steps were unsteady and his mind was a little confused as he said, "Mr. Fujita, I read the newspaper and the one who killed my father was a member of the Military Control Commission. Why do you say it was done by Yingzuo?"

Zhou Qinghe's face turned cold, "If you are not clear-headed, wash your face with cold water more often. You said Yingzuo's name in public. Are you tired of living?"

The housekeeper Fu Bo also felt a chill in his heart and quickly pulled Zhang Fayao: "Young master, be quiet, be careful, there are ears on the other side of the wall."

But I can't stop it.

"Don't pull me! What right did he have to kill my father?" Zhang Fayao yelled, "What's wrong with Yingzuo? Are the Japanese so great? He is a fool with two balls and one head. If he pissed me off, I would cut off his balls and kill his whole family! Damn bastard! Little punk."

I won't stop you if you cut it secretly, but don't say it in front of me. Zhou Qinghe thought about the scene of Yingzuo having his legs pulled up to salute, and he was really looking forward to it.

His face was grim as he said, “Uncle Fu, tie him up if he is not conscious. You don’t want to hold another funeral in two days.”

"Ah, ah, ah." Uncle Fu's face turned green, and he pulled Zhang Fayao hard: "Master, stop talking. Stop talking."

"Don't pull me! Fuck you, you are all turtles and bastards. When my father was alive, you all licked me like dogs. Now that he's dead, you don't even come to pay your respects. You think you've come even if you don't ask someone to send a wreath? You're so timid that you don't even dare to put a signature on the wreath. Look, look, whoever has a funeral, the wreath they send doesn't even have a signature on it."

Zhang Fayao pointed at the wreath leaning against the wall and yelled, "Are they fucking human? They're a bunch of freshmen! A bunch of little bastards!"

Alas, if Zhang Fayao hadn’t said this, Zhou Qinghe wouldn’t have known about this. He was wondering when he took a quick glance at it just now. The funeral is about to begin, so why are there so many wreaths without even a name written on them?

Love is waiting here?
Hahahaha, Zhou Qinghe wanted to laugh but it was really inappropriate now. He would save it for when he got back and laugh slowly.

"Master, stop talking." Uncle Fu growled, suppressing his anger.

"Can you please stop pulling me! What? My dad is dead, and you want to climb on my head and pee and shit, right?" Zhang Fayao turned around and started venting his anger at Uncle Fu.

After all, he is Zhang Xiaolin's butler, with a good heart and decisive actions.

"Somebody come!"

"The young master is missing the old master and is unconscious. Help him upstairs to rest for a while." After saying that, he whispered to his men, "Gag him and tie him up! Watch him closely, don't let him go out even a step, and don't let him make any noise for the guests to hear!"

"Yes."

The young master was not strong enough, so two men approached immediately, took off the white cloth on his head and stuffed it into Zhang Fayao's mouth. In a few moves, they controlled the drug addict. One of them lifted up one shoulder, and Zhang Fayao was carried into the room with his legs hanging in the air.

Uncle Fu wiped his sweat and apologized: "I'm sorry for the offense. I hope Mr. Zhou will pretend that you didn't hear it for the sake of our relationship with the master. Please."

"I didn't hear anything. I don't know whether they heard it or not." Zhou Qinghe glanced at the people around him.

There were a few Zhang family members and a few guests, and there was some interference from the sounds of monks chanting and performing rituals, but some sounds could be heard.

Uncle Fu looked back and nodded: "Those who can come today are all family members. I will take care of it."

Zhou Qinghe hummed and glanced at his watch. "He probably won't wake up. Zhang Fayao fainted from missing his father too much. Don't attend the funeral. Ask a doctor to see him. We have to act like a good actor."

"I understand." Uncle Fu bowed and nodded continuously.

"gone."

Zhou Qinghe left directly after finishing his work today.

Uncle Fu watched Zhou Qinghe's car drive away, apologized to the guests, and went upstairs to visit the young master.

In the room, two loyal men threw Zhang Fayao on the bed and tied him up tightly, while Zhang Fayao whimpered and kicked around.

"Master Fu." "Okay, you guys stand guard at the door, I'll talk to the young master."

"Yes."

As soon as the door was closed, Uncle Fu took the white cloth from Zhang Fayao's mouth, and Zhang Fayao stopped kicking his legs.

"How is it, is the young master's play okay?"

"You are this one." Uncle Fu gave a thumbs up.

Zhang Fayao chuckled, then sneered, his eyes cold, "I was wondering why Yingzuo wanted to kill my father. I didn't understand until I saw the newspaper. Fujita Kazuki wanted to use our Qing Gang to kill his old rival Yingzuo. Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I can't understand?"

Uncle Fu's expression was a little twisted: "Master, Doctor Zhou originally had a good relationship with the master. In fact, Yingzuo did have a reason to want to kill the master."

"That makes no sense!" Zhang Fayao immediately shouted, "Who in the world doesn't know that our Zhang family is a traitor? We are big traitors! Who wants us dead the most? It's Chongqing! It's the Military Control Commission! The Japanese are crazy. They want to do what the Military Control Commission can't do, right?"

"Be gentle. How can someone call himself a traitor?" Uncle Fu's ears hurt from hearing this.

"What are you afraid of? I dare to take responsibility for my actions. I am a traitor! My whole family is a traitor! What's wrong?"

Zhang Fayao sneered at Uncle Fu and said, "Uncle Fu, if a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. How corrupt are the four great families of Chiang, Song, Kong and Chen? They have a share in the casino, and they snatched the opium and sold it. Did they use the money from the sale as military expenses? They even put it into their own pockets.

Why not buy weapons to fight Japan?
Aren’t they traitors? We are traitors, and they are big traitors, big, big traitors. Why can they be traitors, but we can’t be traitors? "

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore." Uncle Fu found that Zhang Fayao was a little smart, and what he said actually made some sense: "Or tell me how you are going to deal with this matter next. I still think that if we want revenge, we can't go head-to-head with Dr. Zhou. We have offended the Japanese, and there are two Japanese. How are we going to survive?"

"If it doesn't work, then don't do it!" Zhang Fayao was very firm.

"Uncle Fu, I've thought about it. If someone wants to be a grandson in Shanghai, then we won't be grandsons anymore. Whoever wants to be the grandson can be the grandson. So many people want to seize power and don't want me to be the head of the Green Gang. So I'll be generous and give it to them!

I'm a doctor of law, I've studied abroad and learned to speak English. Uncle Fu, don't worry, we're going to avenge my father now, and after that you sell all the properties here, we'll go to England, America, France, we're rich, we can live comfortably for the rest of our lives, why should we stay here and be grandsons of the Japanese and a bunch of bastards!"

"Ah?" It was the first time that Uncle Fu heard Zhang Fayao's entire plan to leave Shanghai. He was shocked. This was something he had never thought of.

Zhang Fayao patted Uncle Fu on the shoulder and said, "Uncle Fu, I will buy you some property and find you two foreign girls. I promise to take good care of you and give you two more children. Then you can be handsome and charming in your old age."

Uncle Fu: ".Let's talk about the matter first."

Zhang Fayao curled his lips and said, "Boring." He put his arm around Uncle Fu's shoulders and said, "Didn't Fujita Kazuki say that Kagesawa killed the man?"

"Correct."

"The person the newspaper wrote about was killed by the Military Control Commission."

"Correct."

"Easy, kill both gangs and avenge my father!"

"Ah?" Uncle Fu was stunned. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that from the result, he really got revenge, no matter which gang did it.

"But Yingzuo is not easy to kill, and it is not easy to find the people from the Military Control Commission either." Uncle Fu asked with a frown.

"Heh." Zhang Fayao sneered, "That Yingzuo lives in Meihua Lane in the Japanese Concession, right?"

"Yes." Uncle Fu nodded. Although ordinary people didn't know about Yingzuo's plum mechanism, it would be too difficult to hide it from the Qing Gang.

Zhang Fayao clapped his hands, "Isn't that it? Pay the money, find assassins, find a dozen or twenty brave ones, see Yingzuo coming out, and shoot him to death. How did my father die? Couldn't Yingzuo die the same way? Who the hell doesn't have two balls in his head?"

"Kill by force?"

"Looking for the killer, they can't find us anyway. Even if they do, what's the use? By then we'll all be in America. Will Yingzuo dare to go to America to look for us?"

"What about the Military Control Commission?"

"The Military Control Commission is even simpler. Is there no smuggling business in Shanghai? Has our family never sent goods to the Military Control Commission? That guy named Jiang said we are traitors, but has he never bought our goods? I don't believe there is no such thing. If we find this guy and make him the traitor, are we afraid that we won't find a few people from the Military Control Commission? Even if we don't have any, didn't Dad say that Du Yuesheng's people often sent goods to the Military Control Commission? If we follow them, are we afraid that we won't find people from the Military Control Commission?"

After hearing this, Uncle Fu wanted to say, damn it, you don't want to live anymore? You offended the Japanese, the Military Control Commission, and then you also offended the Green Gang and Du Yuesheng. This is not leaving any way out for yourself.

If you die, the ancestral graves of your entire family will be dug up.

"That's it, no problem." Zhang Fayao became impatient, picked up the cigarette and lit it, then lay comfortably on the bed and said,

"Uncle Fu, we can't stay in Shanghai anymore. Think about it, we are in Shanghai now, we can still live comfortably for a few days, but when Chiang Kai-shek is finished and the Japanese occupy China, will we still have a good life? Will he let us be so comfortable? This is called foresight.

You guys have stayed in Shanghai for too long and don’t know how to take a long-term view. If that day comes, our money will be confiscated and your foreign wives will be gone. It’s right to listen to me. I’ve studied abroad and I’m a PhD student.”

Uncle Fu looked at Zhang Fayao and frowned. He didn't agree with this in his heart, but it seemed like he had no choice.

We can't help but let Zhang Fayao take revenge. Zhang Fayao has a violent temper and even his father can't change his decision. What's more, in his eyes, he is just a servant, although his seniority in the Qing Gang is not low.

Anyone can change their sect. Zhang Xiaolin's disciples can all become disciples of other senior disciples, but it is impossible for him because he is the steward, and this is a stigma.

It was impossible for him to betray the country as that would be despised by others and leave him with no place to stay.

I can only support Zhang Fayao and think more about the details.

"Master, I'm going to the funeral first. We can discuss other details when we come back. You don't have to go out today."

To kill people, to find the Military Control Commission, to sell property, all must be done in secret. These are things that require caution and time, and cannot be accomplished overnight.

"Well, go ahead." Zhang Fayao waved his hand casually.

The auspicious time has arrived!

Uncle Fu arranged the positions of the family members. The ceremonial guard with music and drums was ready. The coffin was lifted up. With a sob and loud crying, the funeral procession set out from Zhang's house. A huge stream of people surged and began the funeral procession.

(End of this chapter)