Kingsman Agent in Film and Television

[Suggestions for Assistance and Rectification of Disaster-Stricken Wasteland Areas in Xiaguan]

This is the reason Zhang Anping disappeared for a day today—although it is a reason, how could he, who is used to killing multiple birds with one stone, simply use it as a reason?
After leaving the desolate ruins, Zhang Anping drove to Huang Jianxia's residence in Nanjing—also the official residence of his second son, a division commander in the National Revolutionary Army.

Old Huang had actually been here for several days. He had even made a special trip to the deluxe version of the Zhang family's residence, but at that time Zhang Anping had just "resumed work" and had lost control of the special armed forces due to being betrayed by Zheng Yaoxian. Therefore, he was often working overtime in the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, so the two had not met.

Zhang Anping specifically arranged for Zhao Gang and his fellow villagers to meet in this "wasteland" of Xiaguan, also to prepare a gift for Huang Lao.

A gentleman's friendship is as pure as water, so when a gentleman gives a gift, he must be original and thoughtful.

At this moment, Old Huang was at home cursing the Nationalist government. Before the outbreak of the War of Resistance against Japan, he hid in Shanghai and did not come to Nanjing because he did not want to see the mess. This time, he came to Nanjing again because he wanted to see Zhang Anping, but he was still made angry by all kinds of mess.

They all shout "Party and State," completely forgetting that this is the Republic of China, and that the foundation of the Republic of China is stained with the blood of the ideals of their generation!
But how is the party-state they built with the blood of idealists now viewed from above?!

Given Huang Lao's stubborn nature, how could he remain indifferent after seeing it?

The butler then cautiously pushed open the door:
"Sir, there's a young man outside who says he wants to visit you. He says he's your nephew, and by the way, he says his surname is Zhang."

"Where did I get a Zhang surname... Oh, it's that little guy!"

Old Huang initially thought it was some clueless person trying to use connections to get in, but he quickly realized who it was and chuckled:
"That brat, he's finally deigned to come see me!"

Since Mr. Huang arrived in Nanjing, the housekeeper had never seen such a genuine smile on his face. He immediately realized that a distinguished guest had arrived and was about to go and welcome him in, but Mr. Huang stopped him:
"Don't worry about it, I'll go pick up the little one."

Old Huang left cheerfully, and the butler, seeing this, tried to help him up, but Old Huang pushed him away:

"I'm not at the point where I can't walk yet! If that kid saw me like this, he'd probably laugh at me!"

When Huang first met Zhang Anping ten years ago, he inexplicably felt that the young man was quite pleasing to the eye. However, after Zhang Anping took the initiative to curry favor with Fujita Yoshimasa, Huang felt that he had misjudged him and was filled with resentment towards the younger generation.

But after Zhang Anping rescued him right under the noses of the Japanese, Old Huang realized that he had wronged the little guy.

As Zhang Anping's reputation grew, Old Huang paid even more attention to the little guy who used to cheat on him while working in the archives—this attention was not driven by any ulterior motives, but purely by appreciation and love for talent.

Zhang Anping did not disappoint him. His actions, such as confronting Commander Liu, confronting the Kong family, and reforming the Chongqing Air Defense Command, made Old Huang extremely fond of Zhang Anping. He even used Zhang Anping as an example many times to criticize his three sons for living such a miserable life at their age.

It was precisely because of this affection that he gathered a group of old friends to support Zhang Anping after Zhang Anping confronted Commander Liu.

The corruption issues that were exposed some time ago struck Huang, who greatly admired Zhang Anping, like a thunderbolt. He admired Zhang Anping because Zhang Anping fulfilled his ideal view of the younger generation, who would inevitably be the pillars of the Republic of China's future. The future of the Republic of China rested entirely on the shoulders of the young people.

He was a man of strong emotions. He had previously cursed Zhang Anping harshly out of disappointment, but then things turned around, and he became even more annoyed with his own foul mouth. It wasn't until the anti-corruption campaign led by the section chief failed that he finally made up his mind to come to Nanjing.

The main purpose is just one thing:
Tell Zhang Anping not to be discouraged by setbacks.

Unfortunately, after arriving in Nanjing, what Huang saw and heard did not bring a smile to his face. The rich feasted on meat and wine while the poor froze to death on the streets. The powerful and wealthy in Nanjing were either indulging in a life of debauchery or resorting to any means to make money. Their eyes never fell on the ordinary people struggling on the brink of life and death, let alone the refugees who were waiting to die.

It's funny, I came here to encourage others not to be discouraged, but before I could even say anything to comfort them, I became discouraged myself.

Perhaps Zhang Anping avoided seeing Huang Lao a few days ago because he wanted Huang Lao to see the "dead state" of the Party and the State.

"You little rascal, you've got quite the airs!" Old Huang shouted as he came out of the official residence, before even seeing Zhang Anping.

"This old man came all the way to Nanjing specifically to see you, but you didn't even show up—and now you remember to visit this old man?!"

The older people get, the faster they seem to age. In just two years, Old Huang had aged considerably. Although he was still speaking with a strong voice, Zhang Anping felt a pang of sadness for no reason and didn't even want to involve the old man.

Old Huang had already walked up to Zhang Anping. Seeing Zhang Anping's forced smile, Old Huang immediately said with displeasure:

"You little rascal, do you think this old man is too old?"

"You brat, this old man still drinks at least three and a half catties of liquor every day!"

Zhang Anping couldn't help but chuckle, rolling his eyes as he did so. Who are you trying to fool? Back in Chongqing, you were so hungry you couldn't even get a single cup of wine a day, and now you're still talking about half a jin?
The way he rolled his eyes enraged Old Huang, who raised his cane as if to strike him.

"You brat! You're asking for it!"

Zhang Anping retorted sharply: "Old man, if you dare to hit me, I dare to lie down! I'll sue you into bankruptcy!"

Old Huang burst into laughter after hearing this, and grabbed Zhang Anping, saying, "Come inside, come inside—you brat, you're still so glib."

Zhang Anping helped Old Huang up, chuckling and bantering with him as they walked into the house. Old Huang showed no sign of displeasure at Zhang Anping's help.

This scene made the butler, who had just tried to help Old Master Huang, purse his lips and think to himself:

Could this young man be the master's illegitimate son?
Old Huang led Zhang Anping directly to the study his son had prepared for him. Zhang Anping glanced around and chuckled:

“Old man, you should go back to Nanjing. Your son is very thoughtful. Apart from those rare books, he has reproduced almost all the books in your Shanghai study.”

"He's just bored!" Old Huang said irritably. "He wasn't this enthusiastic when we were fighting the Japanese—but now that we're fighting a civil war, he's really enthusiastic!"

Zhang Anping chuckled to himself. The old man probably doesn't know, but two of your three sons are now secretly in contact with "my family." They say sons follow their fathers' example, and your parenting has truly been successful!

Although he chuckled to himself, he said with dissatisfaction:
"Sir, please watch your words. At least show some respect for my profession."

"Nonsense! I would say the same thing to your chief of staff—why not just enjoy a peaceful life, but insist on starting a civil war? Well, now people's livelihoods are collapsing, the financial system is collapsing, and the military is about to collapse! I really don't know what they're after!"

Old Huang had a fiery temper, and before he could finish speaking, he stood up and angrily rebuked:
"After finally finishing the arduous and protracted War of Resistance against Japan, the whole country was looking forward to peace. But the talks broke down just like that, and all they knew was how to fight!"

"If you're going to hit me, at least try to do it properly!"

"Everywhere you look, there is only defeat!"

"If you're going to fail, you should at least make it look like a failure. Whether it's trying to improve the situation or striving for a stronger nation, there should at least be some semblance of it. But in the whole of Nanjing, from top to bottom, who seems worried? When you ask around, everyone says the Communist Party is just a minor ailment. And when you look around, everyone is preoccupied with business and financial management!"

"Doing business properly isn't impossible! But how many people, from top to bottom, are actually thinking about doing business honestly? They only think about using their power to make money. Nobody does legitimate business; instead, everyone is more interested in all sorts of shady dealings and scams!"

"On that piece of land in Xiaguan, the bones underground have not yet been settled, and so many poor people waiting to die have been taken up on it. The whole of Nanjing is indulging in extravagance and debauchery, and no one in any of them cares!"

"The New Year is coming soon, and I'm just looking forward to having a good and prosperous year for myself. I don't want to give that place even the slightest bit of attention!"

"Is this still a government? Bah!"

Old Huang grew angrier and angrier, eventually even resorting to "speaking recklessly":
"What's the difference between the current situation and the collapse of the Qing Dynasty?"

In fact, when Huang Lao came to Nanjing, he intended to use the situation at the end of the Qing Dynasty to persuade Zhang Anping not to be discouraged. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the Tongmenghui led ten uprisings, all of which failed in the end. However, the Tongmenghui did not lose heart and eventually the Wuchang Uprising became a prairie fire.

But now, he has only one thought: the Republic of China now is no different from the Qing Dynasty in its final days!
He hadn't realized this before in Shanghai—Shanghai wasn't without poor people, and there were pitiful people struggling to make ends meet, but Shanghai ultimately had more opportunities, plus various emergency relief measures. People did starve to death, but it wasn't widespread.

But after visiting Xiaguan in Nanjing, he realized that relying on the people's help was far from enough, and that large numbers of people would soon die there!

He went to great lengths to help, but all he received was endless disappointment and despair.

Those in power have no interest in looking there—their eyes are only on the festive city of Nanjing, and those people are not even numbers to them.

A mere phrase like "the nation is suffering" can dismiss all the hardships. If it weren't for their subsequent displays of extravagance and decadent lifestyle, Old Huang might have almost believed it!
Faced with Huang Lao, who was so easily ignited and prone to exploding, Zhang Anping could only offer a wry smile.

Seeing Zhang Anping's wry smile, Old Huang realized his lapse in composure. He sat down angrily and said, "I came here to comfort you, but I almost got so angry I died. What a scoundrel's scoundrel's actions!"

Zhang Anping could only comfort her by saying, "Things will get better. The Party and the country have me, and we also have the director. Things will get better."

Upon hearing this, Old Huang sighed and said, "If there were even one tenth of people like you in the Republic of China, how could the Republic not prosper!"

Zhang Anping smiled helplessly, then pulled the documents out of his briefcase and pushed them in front of Old Huang:

“Grandpa, we two really are on the same wavelength. I was thinking before that troubling you with this matter might be disrespecting you as a senior figure, but now it seems you should thank me—take a look.”

Hearing Zhang Anping say this, Old Huang became interested. He took the document that Zhang Anping pushed towards him, took out his reading glasses from the drawer, put them on, and began to read it word by word.

"Wasteland in the disaster-stricken area of ​​Xiaguan?"

"The burial ground... the burial ground deeply etched in the history of China!"

The old man couldn't help but sigh again, but gradually he became attracted to the document written by Zhang Anping himself.

The sheer volume of data in this document reveals the depth of Zhang Anping's dedication—his investigation of the disaster-stricken area of ​​Xiaguan was clearly not a matter of a day or two, nor was it empty rhetoric.

Since the preceding investigation was supported by data, the subsequent solutions are also supported by various data!

Indeed, Zhang Anping's "proposal" was actually a guiding outline, a proposal that could properly resolve and resettle the tens of thousands of disaster victims in Xiaguan.

In his proposal, Zhang Anping mentioned a variety of resettlement options, and even the resources to be mobilized were well-planned.

After slowly finishing reading, Old Huang looked at Zhang Anping with a regretful gaze:
"You actually went into the world of espionage, what a waste, a complete waste!"

Zhang Anping chuckled: "There's nothing wasted, it's all for the Party and the country—what do you think, sir?"

"Very good, excellent!" Old Huang exclaimed in admiration, but then added with even more regret:
"But do you think that given the government's current state, even if there were a proposal outlining when and what they would do, they...would actually do it?"

At this point, Old Huang's anger flared up again, and Zhang Anping quickly spoke up:
"That's why I came to you."

As expected, Mr. Huang was "tricked":
"Ok?"

Zhang Anping smiled ingratiatingly: "You are still vigorous despite your age, and you have many old friends, so I would like to ask you to step forward."

Faced with Zhang Anping's obsequious smile, Old Huang was once again "tricked": "You little rascal Zhang, you actually thought you could take advantage of this old man like this—I agree!"

"But what about the money? You mentioned in your plan that you would leverage various private resources, but without money in hand, this kind of thing can't be done! There are so many twists and turns involved, and so many places where money will be spent. Even if I, an old man, were to give away all my wealth, I'm afraid it would be just a drop in the ocean!"

"Besides, this matter can't be handled by just us old bones, can it?"

Before Zhang Anping could answer, Old Huang suddenly laughed: "I know, you want the section chief to be listed as an official figurehead, right!"

"If the section chief is just a figurehead, then you can legitimately use the name of the Security Bureau to pay this money, right?!"

"In that case, it's my responsibility to force you to do this—you little rascal Zhang, you've got me figured out!"

As Huang Lao spoke, he became more and more astonished. Just as he said, in the eyes of outsiders, this matter was that he, the old man surnamed Huang, was taking advantage of his age to force his old friend Zhang Anping to do something. Zhang Anping had no choice but to drag the section chief to "take the fall." In the end, because the section chief was only nominally in charge, Zhang Anping tearfully transferred the funds from the Bureau of Secrecy's account.

But no one cares where the money came from; they just assume it was the work of the section chief and Huang Jianxia and his gang of veterans!
Faced with Huang Lao's bluntness, Zhang Anping showed no embarrassment whatsoever; instead, he could only helplessly shrug.

"If I were to do these things openly and honestly, it would be considered 'cultivating prestige.' It's no big deal for others to cultivate prestige, but for someone of my status to do so would be tantamount to courting death."

Huang Lao was speechless. Since ancient times, the word "cultivating prestige" has been associated with certain bad things, and Zhang Anping's concerns were indeed correct.

Especially the money in Zhang Anping's hands—because of the "self-destruction" of global trade, the meme of all financial packages became rampant, and everyone knew that Zhang Anping had a huge sum of money in his hands.

Of course, theoretically this huge sum of money is the amount of those shares pledged as collateral, but in the eyes of the four major families, this money is their money.

If the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics has this money in its accounts, there is no possibility that their investment package will collapse. But if it doesn't, then the value of Zhang Anping's "God of Wealth" is questionable.

They may not care about normal expenses, but they must care about abnormal expenses.

After all, they knew perfectly well how they acquired this money.

How can we tolerate someone emptying our store in a similar way?

This is also why Zhang Anping, despite having a huge sum of money, did not squander it.

"You're just a spy, yet you have such a compassionate heart. I'm an old man and a veteran of the Tongmenghui. How can I let you have all the credit? I'll take this job!"

"So what if I get a reputation for being an old man who takes advantage of his age? Do you think I'm going to care about that kind of bad reputation?!"

Old Huang, in high spirits, waved his hand and said, "You brat, pour the wine! Let's have a big toast!"

Zhang Anping waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't put me in this mess—if you really want to drink, then we'll have a celebratory drink after this is all done."

"Alright, you said it! If you dare to go back on your word, I'll make sure you know what it means to be angry."

"Haha, it's a deal!"

Next, the father and son discussed the details. After this exchange of "confessions," the old man became energetic and waved his hand to shoo people away, telling Zhang Anping to quickly go to the section chief for "help," while he went to see his old friends who were hiding and too ashamed to show their faces. The Republic of China was in such a mess now, and most of his old friends, like him, were too ashamed to show their faces.

He had to drag out all these hiding old guys one by one, and while they were still able to talk, do something worth celebrating with them.

After leaving Huang Lao's house, Zhang Anping's smile vanished as he got into the car, replaced by a sigh.

He actually dug a huge pit for Old Huang to fall into.

Zhang Anping had been thinking about the disaster victims in Xiaguan for a long time. The reason he "schemed" against Old Huang was because only upright and righteous elders like Old Huang and Old Zhou could rely on their halo to push and accomplish this "feat" in the dark and corrupt Nationalist government.

However, given the current state of the Nationalist government's darkness, Huang Lao, who is responsible for promoting, implementing, and supervising this matter, is destined to face even greater challenges.

The ancients said that the greatest sorrow is the death of the heart—to see the Republic of China, which they had once sacrificed their lives to build, turn into this mess, how great must the shock be?
But without destruction, there can be no construction. If they don't see how corrupt the Nationalist government is, how can they completely abandon this Nationalist government that is not worth saving?
Previously, Chai Ying and I had planned two important tasks for the present. The first was the Traffic Police Corps – Xu Baichuan had already switched sides, and Zhao Gang was about to join the Traffic Police Corps as the “political commissar”, so it could be said that the planning was complete.

The second thing is the presence of highly respected Tongmenghui elders like Elder Huang and Elder Zhou.

Zhang Anping took this opportunity to bring these veterans together in a reasonable way, which can be considered a perfect solution to all the preliminary steps of the second key task.

"Next, we'll just have to wait for the New Year, and while we're at it, we'll spend the gluttons' 'hard-earned' money!"

Zhang Anping revealed a barely perceptible smile; this "hard-earned" money could do quite a lot.

For example, the traffic police brigade's uniform change; for example, truly taking from the people and using it for the people; and for example...

Catch more fish!
Do you really think the money I worked so hard to earn for this country would so easily be devoured by gluttons? (End of Chapter)