Spy wars start with lurking Secretary Hong

Chapter 427 This kid got it right again.

"Madam, this is Hong Zhiyou," the butler reminded her.

"Mr. Hong, welcome to my birthday party." Huizi ignored Zhang Feng and walked up to Hong Zhiyou, covering her chest and bowing gracefully.

Made.

So you're covering it up again, aren't you?

"Thank you, Madam." Hong Zhi nodded slightly.

Without any unnecessary words, he went straight to the piano stand.

The musician who was playing the piece tactfully stepped aside.

Hong Zhi loosened the bow tie at his collar slightly, slowly sat down, and gently pressed the piano keys with his slender fingers.

The musical notes leaped like sprites.

The once noisy hall instantly became quiet.

Hong Zhiyou closed his eyes slightly, his expression one of rapture as he listened to the rhythm of the piano.

The song ended.

He changed the song again.

In addition to Richard Kleiman's compositions, there's also the Turkish March.

For a full hour, he didn't even drink a drop of water, completely absorbed in the process.

Each piece of music was like a bombshell, leaving everyone in the audience deeply moved and impressed.

This music truly belongs in heaven; it is rarely heard in the mortal world.

"Ding dong!"

Hong Zhi finished the performance with an elegant sweep.

"Madam, do you like it?" He smiled, his eyes shining like flames under the influence of hormones.

"like.

“Hong-san, thank you for letting me…” Huizi didn’t know how to express herself for a moment, her eyes already filled with tears.

"Don't worry.

"On my way here, I passed by the church and was inspired to compose a piece of music. I heard that you are a master of music, so I'd like to take this opportunity to invite you all to appreciate it."

Hong Zhi lightly tapped a note with his fingers and began to sing along to the rhythm:
The distant bells echoed in the rain as we listened, hand in hand under the eaves, imagining the wedding inside the church...

"We made a promise that we would not mention the sad past."

"...

"Don't worry about whether it's fair or unfair!"

Hong Zhi has a deep and magnetic voice, like a warm current slowly flowing through people's hearts in winter.

No matter how snobbish you are.

What a vain woman.

At this moment, my heart became peaceful, and I thought of "him" whom I had once fantasized about.

After finishing the song, Hong Zhiyou's eyes were filled with deep emotion.

Then he saw Keiko and a group of women looking at him with tears in their eyes, as if he were a monster.

"Oh my god."

"How can there be such a heartfelt and beautiful song in this world?"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

Applause immediately followed.

"What kind of singing is this? It's filthy, utterly rude and vulgar."

"That's right, I need to report this to the 'ideological stock'."

Zhang Feng and the other men started shouting jealously.

"Everyone, there are also folk songs in Japan that celebrate love. Are you going to report that too?" Keiko asked, turning her head.

Zhang Feng and the others were immediately speechless.

Hong Zhiyou offered no explanation, but bowed slightly, his eyes still filled with a faint sadness.

no way.

It's all about money.

The song originally intended for Liu Ya-wen was given to Hui-zi, a beautiful young woman in her thirties.

He admitted that this tactic was somewhat shameless.

"Mr. Hong, thank you."

“I have never heard such a moving piece of music. It has brought back so many memories for me. This is definitely an unforgettable night in my life,” Keiko said, expressing her respect once again.

"idiot.

"How can such decadent music exist on the territory of our great Japanese Empire and Manchukuo?"

"A man should fight like a warrior."

"Mr. Hong, do you dare to challenge me?"

A man dressed in Japanese ronin attire and wearing wooden clogs roared.

"Mr. Haruta, you must not be rude."

“Mr. Hong is my honored guest. Someone, Mr. Chuntian is drunk. Please ask him to leave.”

Huizi gave the instructions.

Two bodyguards immediately stepped forward to take Springfield away.

"Please wait, madam."

"I think what Haruta-kun said makes sense."

"The Empire has always regarded the spirit of Bushido as its totem. If a man doesn't even dare to accept a challenge, what right does he have to stand on the territory of Manchukuo?"

Zhang Feng fanned the flames from the sidelines.

"That's right!
"If you've got the guts, accept Springfield's challenge!" The other men chimed in.

"you.

"You have to compete against me today, or you won't be leaving this room," Haruta said, his eyes red.

He had been pursuing Huizi relentlessly, dreaming of falling at her feet.

Now, Hong Zhi has suddenly appeared and stolen the limelight.

The Japanese people's pride just exploded on the spot.

"How do you want to compete? A duel, a sword fight, or wrestling? You choose," Hong Zhiyou said, ignoring Chuntian and pointing at Zhang Feng, who was jumping around.

This guy is also Wenwen's suitor.

It's good to teach him a lesson today, so that this kid won't get too cocky.

“You, you have to beat Springfield first,” Zhang Feng said, his tone faltering.

"it is good.

"I've heard that Japanese karate is very powerful, and I want to try it."

Hong Zhiyou took off his suit jacket and handed it to Huizi, who was standing next to him.

The scent of the man's masculine aura emanating from the clothes made Huizi's long-parched heart flutter again.

Hong Zhiyou has a tall and straight figure.

He wasn't muscular, but he was very stylish.

The crowd made way for them.

Wherever there are Japanese ronin, duels are a common occurrence at drinking parties.

Springfield was the head of the Harbin Ronin Society and a skilled hand for the military police to do dirty work. He was a troublemaker that few dared to mess with.

Ah!
Springfield yelled and lunged at Hong Jiyou.

Hong Zhiyou was quick-witted and agile. He darted to the side, grabbed Chuntian by the chest with his left hand, and sent Chuntian flying.

Springfield, having suffered a loss, lunged forward again, baring his teeth and claws, and kicked out.

Hong Zhiyou's eyes turned cold. He suddenly grabbed Chuntian's ankle, twisted it with a snap, and with a crisp sound of bones dislocating, Chuntian crashed heavily to the ground. He tried several times but couldn't get up again.

Seeing that things were not going well, Zhang Feng quickly slipped away.

Hong Zhiyou was too lazy to pursue it.

He's here tonight to sleep with women.

I'm not so bored as to chase after a cowardly dog ​​to beat him up.

"Someone, take President Chuntian away," Keiko said.

"I... I won't let you get away with this."

"See you at the military police station tomorrow."

Springfield uttered a harsh remark and, supported by his bodyguards, limped away.

"Everyone, I'm a little tired. Please make yourselves at home."

Huizi glanced at Hong Zhiyou, then picked up her clothes and went outside.

Hong Zhiyou continued to sit down and drink.

Soon, the butler with the mustache came over and whispered, "Mr. Hong, Madam requests your presence."

Hong Zhiyou went to the suite next door.

Huizi's face was flushed, and her eyes were filled with a blunt and simple demand.

"Mr. Hong, I'm sorry, I forgot to return your clothes to you," she said gently.

Hong Zhiyou is quite the ladies' man.

He could tell what a woman was like at a glance.

Saying even one more word at this moment would be disrespectful to oneself.

He went straight up to Keiko, hugged her tightly, and kissed her.

Before Keiko could even think of struggling, she was already immersed in this brutal tenderness.

One was a widow.

One of them is someone who hasn't even started business yet in this lifetime.

The two reveled in the moment, wishing they could use all their strength to merge the other into their own bodies.

……

It's half past three in the morning.

Huizi curled up in Hong Zhiyou's arms like a cat.

Hong Zhiyou finally got what he wanted.

Let's see how you cover this up now.

"Hong Sang, you're amazing." Her eyes were full of sweetness.

"I heard your husband died on your bed?" Hong Zhiyou lifted her chin and asked with a smile.

"yes.

“He was unrestrained. He drank even though he was sick that night, and when he came back… he was gone,” Huizi said truthfully.

"Both bad at it and love to play?" Hong Zhiyou asked.

"Um?

"You speak so sweetly, but it's really true."

"But how do you know he... can't?"

Huizi asked shyly.

"Practice makes perfect," Hong Zhiyou said.

"Why.

"I didn't expect you to be so good at playing the piano and singing, and you're also so capable at this little thing."

"I really feel like I've wasted the first half of my life."

"Hong Sang, how can there be such a perfect man as you in this world?"

"I'm afraid I can't live without you."

Huizi said.

"After Mr. Asano died, you didn't look for him again?" Hong Zhiyou changed the subject.

"No.

"To be honest, I don't know how to find it?"
"Although my husband was the president of the Japanese Chamber of Commerce before his death, he was actually a gambling addict and did not leave me any property."

"The wealthy men outside don't dare to marry me, after all, I'm a widow."

"I don't even look at those who don't have money."

"And so it dragged on."

Keiko shook her head, looking somewhat sad.

"Luckily, I've met you now."

"Although I know that song wasn't written for me, I don't deserve it."

"But at least this was the happiest day of my life."

Huizi said.

"Do not.

"A happier future."

"Are you afraid of the future?" Hong Zhi asked.

"certainly.

"You know, in Japan, women are always subservient, cheap. Even if Asano is gone, my family might not accept me when I go back."

"I can only be trapped here, waiting for my beauty to slowly fade and become worthless."

Huizi was well aware of her situation.

"You can't go back, simply because you have no money."

In this world, you either have power or you have money.

"If you could bring back several rooms full of gold and jewelry to Tokyo, would your family abandon you?"

"On the contrary, once your money is gone..."

"You will become even more despicable, and in the end you will probably only become a plaything for people like Springfield."

"That's the scariest part."

“You’re thirty-seven this year, aren’t you? Cherish the time when men still drool over you, or you’ll have nothing left,” Hong Zhi said.

"Ugh, on such a beautiful night, you're just here to rub salt in the wound." Keiko felt a little uneasy at his words.

"If you hadn't served me so well, and if I didn't care about you, I really wouldn't have bothered to mention you."

I'll keep you.

"They'll just keep making fun of you like this, and then kick you out when you're old. Will you have any way out then?"

"You can only rely on yourself, do you understand?"

Hong Zhi looked at her seriously and said.

“You really are different from other men.” Keiko’s expression also became serious.

"Because I see your potential."

“I’ll be going to Tsukai in a few days. With your brother Hideo Sakata’s connections, you can definitely go there for a change of scenery.”

"Perhaps you can find a stage that suits you."

Hong Zhiyou said.

He genuinely had no interest in Japanese widows.

Feelings are impossible.

He didn't even care whether Keiko would help him in the future.

He knew that this woman had a greedy nature, and once it was aroused, she would become very adept at making money and would frantically amass wealth.

Hong Zhi needs a hundred Huizi.

All he needed to do was determine who Huizi was with, and the more he amassed wealth, the better.

After liberation, we can just seize the opportunity to harvest them one by one.

Back then, Mu Liancheng alone caused his assets to skyrocket, completely outclassing Old Wu, who had spent his entire life trying to make a living.

This is a huge profit with almost zero cost!

Moreover, with the experience from his previous life, he could even seize a portion of the spoils before Boss Dai could transport a plane full of "national property," taking advantage of the chaos and the impending defeat of the Japanese.

Even if we don't leave Boss Dai with no goods to ship, we'll at least cut his profits in half.

"Let me think about it," Huizi said.

"certainly.

I have to go.

“Before I went to Jinhai, I would come to keep you company every night.”

"My intuition tells me that you have made your choice, and I don't have much time left."

Hong Zhi kissed her and grinned mischievously.

"You are so cruel."

"Don't think I don't know. You swallowed up General Guan's property. If you really want to support me, even a little bit leaking from under your fingernails would be enough for me to live comfortably for the rest of my life."

"I still have more than ten years left to take care of you, can't I even earn some retirement money to stay by your side?"

Huizi said with a touch of sadness.

"Of course not."

"I still need to find a wife."

"Besides, with your energy, I'll end up like Asano sooner or later."

"It's enough to get together occasionally."

"Damn it, do you want to kill me again?"

"If you're going to be a jinx, you should at least find a rich old man who looks like he'll die young. Once he kicks the bucket, you'll have more money to eat than you can afford in ten lifetimes. Why would you need to beg me here?"

Hong Zhi raised his hand and slapped her buttocks, saying irritably.

“The old man’s advice isn’t working either.” Huizi was getting a little impatient with his conversation.

"With money, what kind of man can't you find?"

"Let's make it clear first."

"Don't even think about me!"
“Anyway, I’m sure I’ll outlive you, and the wife I find will definitely be amazing. Even if you cling to me and kill me, I won’t get a single penny,” Hong Zhi said.

"You..." Huizi didn't expect him to be so blunt, not even pretending.

What's wrong with me?
"Others may use sweet words, but I speak the truth."

"Hurry up and serve them."

Hong Zhi stood up and waved to her.

Huizi pouted, then dressed him with a mixture of love and resentment.

"Take your time to think about it."

"If you've decided to go to Jinhai, give me a call."

Hong Zhi patted her cheek, opened the door, and went out.

"So ruthless, so wicked, so... formidable."

Huizi was so angry she was itching to bite him.

……

We got outside.

Harbin at four in the morning was pitch black.

Hong Zhiyou, however, felt refreshed and had no backache or leg pain.

Young is good.

When he got home, he slept until after nine o'clock in the morning.

Since he had already skipped work, Hong Zhi took a leave of absence and went straight to Lao Wu's leather goods store on Wenxuan Street.

"I heard you slept with that pretty widow last night?" Wu Jingzhong asked as soon as they met.

"Nonsense."

"Am I such a self-deprecating person?" Hong Zhiyou firmly denied.

"But you don't look well; you seem very weak."

"Young man, I've been there too."

Wu Jingzhong chuckled dryly.

“No means no. Let’s get down to business,” Hong Zhiyou said.

"The bomb has been planted; the operation will take place at 8 PM."

"You absolutely must not go in."

"Don't blame me if you get blown up."

Wu Jingzhong said.

"Understood," Hong Zhiyou replied.

"How's the situation with Zhang Anqing?" He opened his arms and looked at Lao Wu.

Wu Jingzhong pursed his lips and unhappily tossed some roasted melon seeds from his palm: "This guy is very cautious. He started his business early and has a close relationship with the Japanese."

"To be honest, I can't sleep soundly every night because Boss Dai planted such a time bomb."

"I'm so grateful he didn't sell me."

“You have to find a way to get him to attend the meeting. Just talking about assassinating Wang Jingwei probably won’t be enough to entice him,” Hong Zhiyou said.

"Do you even need to remind me?"
"I will call him separately again, firstly to discuss the assassination of Wang Jingwei, and secondly, to tell him that I robbed a rich dog a while ago and got several hundred taels of gold."

"Have him come to the meeting, and while he's at it, hand over this gold to headquarters."

“This man loves money, he will definitely come.”

Wu Jingzhong said shrewdly.

"Great idea! No wonder you're a veteran instructor. I admire you immensely," Hong Zhiyou said while cracking sunflower seeds.

"Get lost, you have no sincerity at all."

"There shouldn't be anything else for me to do, right?"

Wu Jingzhong asked.

“That’s all.” Hong Zhi nodded.

"Business is bad, so I have to close for a few days. Don't look for me until Li Songquan is dead," Wu Jingzhong said cautiously, afraid of being recognized by Li Songquan.

"Don't rush, say a few more words."

"I'll be going to Jinhai in a while. If you have anything to pass on to my mother, it would be best if they could meet me there."

"You have so much gold; who knows, the Japanese might take it away one day."

"Isn't it a huge loss?"

Hong Zhiyou's eyes gleamed, and he hatched a wicked plan.

He misses Rui Rui.

In his past life, he walked ahead of Rui Rui, and then everything went black. He doesn't know how Rui Rui is doing now.

Now we have the opportunity to reunite.

At least don't let her go abroad to study, and don't let Lao Wu marry her off to the Su family just to save face.

"We'll see." Wu Jingzhong was truly stung by what he had said.

“Gone.

"It's cold, take care of yourself, old man. If you need more money, just ask me, don't be shy." Hong Zhi poured the unfinished sunflower seeds into his hand, patted the crumbs off his clothes, and went out.

"Hey.

"When did I become an old person!"

Wu Jingzhong was furious.

……

3pm.

Liu Xiong stood by the window, lifted the curtain and looked outside. There were several spies below.

"That damned Hong Zhiyou, he's driving me into a tiger's den!" Liu Xiong was furious with Hong Zhiyou for coming up with this terrible idea.

However, as a mission enthusiast...

The greater the crisis, the more excited he became.

Liu Xiong picked up the phone and dialed a number: "Hello, is this Lao Jiu? The goods are about to arrive in Harbin. Let's meet at the cement factory warehouse tonight."

"Okay, see you tonight."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

After Liu Xiong finished speaking, he breathed a slight sigh of relief and carried the trash can downstairs.

Hidden inside a listening vehicle in the park across the street.

Li Songquan said to Gao Bin, "Section Chief Gao, they might meet at the cement factory tonight to discuss assassinating Wang Jingwei."

"A good opportunity." Gao Bin nodded with a smile, but did not make any further statement.

“There might be quite a few people at the cement factory warehouse. Let’s notify the military police and ask them to cooperate with our operation,” Li Songquan suggested.

“You were in charge of this matter and planned it, so you can handle it,” Gao Bin said.

He always felt that this newly arrived head of the Kuomintang's Manchurian station was no ordinary person.

Merit can be omitted, or reduced.

But disaster is something you absolutely cannot bear.

"Section Chief Gao, that guy came downstairs. Should we arrest him?" Lu Ming asked as he walked in.

"Don't arrest them."

"If the other side has accomplices we haven't detected, they will definitely cancel tonight's plans once they discover them."

"Let him be."

Gao Bin gave the instructions.

"Yes, I'll pass the word on right away," Lu Ming said.

On the other side, Liu Xiong, his neck tucked into his leather coat, swaggered down the street, his heart pounding with extreme tension.

They walked all the way to Daowai 13th Street, making sure no one was following them.

He then turned into the alley, panting heavily.

Hong Zhi was right.

Danger is danger.

But nobody really pays any attention to me.

……

(End of this chapter)