Spy wars start with lurking Secretary Hong

Chapter 513 Persuading Ding Mocun

Hong Zhi pondered Xie Ruolin's words for a moment and asked, "You mean, there are many people pleading for Zeng Che to get him released?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Ruolin immediately perked up, and his stuttering became much smoother.

Of course!
"Brother, that's a thousand taels of gold, who wouldn't be envious?"

"If you replace them with large yellow croakers that weigh six ounces each, there would be almost two hundred of them. If you throw one at someone's head, it could kill them instantly."

"If I had that ability, I would also go and save people, and I would live a life of luxury without any worries."

Hong Zhi paused for a moment to think, then changed the subject: "How is Wanqiu?"

Xie Ruolin's excitement subsided somewhat, replaced by an expression of utter loyalty:

"As you instructed, I would spend my free time circling around her."

"In addition, I know quite a few people from all walks of life in Jinhai City, so no one at school would dare to be so foolish as to make a move on her."

“I think she really cares about you. At the last Beiyang University welcome party, she even went on stage to play a piece you wrote.”

He lowered his voice as he said this.

"The only bad thing is that Madam Huizi seems to want to push her out of the Mu family."

"Of course, she hasn't established herself in the Mu family yet, but there shouldn't be any problems in the short term."

Hong Zhi nodded: "Yes, you handled this very well."

"Okay, take me to the Lishun Hotel first, I'm used to staying there."

"Don't go asking about Zeng Che's affairs anymore. The water is too deep, and you might drown if you can't handle it."

If this was a trap set for him, Xie Ruolin, as a subordinate of his own company, might be secretly arrested by the Japanese if he rashly inquired about it. After all, people in the black market have no bottom line, and there are many traitors among them.

Xie Ruolin immediately understood and gratefully replied, "I understand."

He was just wondering what would happen if Hong Zhi asked him to inquire about it and things went wrong.

I never expected him to say that.

Brother Hong truly considers me a brother.

……

night.

When Mu Liancheng returned to the villa, the moon was already high in the sky.

Keiko, dressed in an elegant kimono, came up to him, took his briefcase, and asked softly, "Why are you back so late?"

Mu Liancheng took off his coat, reeking of alcohol: "I went to have dinner with Wen Shizhen and a few Japanese officers."

He changed into slippers, turned around and asked, "Hong Zhi is here?"

Huizi poured him a cup of hot tea and handed it to him: "Yes, I've already asked Xiao Xie to pick him up. He's been arranged to stay at the Lishun Hotel."

Mu Liancheng smiled, a hint of inquiry in his eyes: "You didn't go? That's your big boss."

Huizi lowered her eyes, her voice as soft as a feather: "I only have one big boss now, and that's you, Boss Mu."

Mu Liancheng chuckled twice, buried his face in the crook of her fragrant neck, took a deep breath, and looked utterly captivated.
"Thinking back to the first time I saw you, Madam, with your chest covered, it really made me drool."

"At that time, I was thinking, when will I have such good fortune?"

"Now that I have such a beauty in my arms, it feels like a dream."

Huizi was amused by him and giggled, her body going limp like a pool of spring water.

After a moment of tenderness, Mu Liancheng released her, his expression turning serious:

"Madam, I think you'd better stay away from this Hong Zhi."

"At the banquet, I heard Commander Honma Masaharu mention Hong Zhiyou, and his attitude was very cold."

“Hong Zhiyou has caused a lot of trouble in Harbin, and some people in the Japanese military headquarters are already very dissatisfied with him.”

"His trip to Tianjin might just be a dead end."

Huizi's eyes flickered, and she traced circles on his chest with her slender fingers, asking softly, "So, do you want him to die, or do you not want him to die?"

Mu Liancheng pinched her delicate chin and said with a smile, "From a business perspective, of course I don't want anything to happen to this god of wealth."

"But from the lady's perspective... I would rather he be dead."

Huizi playfully slapped him: "You're so annoying! You still don't trust him, and you're upset that I had a relationship with him, aren't you?"

Mu Liansheng chuckled, his hands becoming increasingly restless: "It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that you're too beautiful, and that young man surnamed Hong is too handsome and dashing, far beyond what an old man like me can compare to."

“I’m afraid that if my wife sees him, she’ll be bewitched.”

"Ugh, you've already stolen my soul." Huizi gave him a coquettish glare, then said seriously, "Stop joking. Let's talk about how we should treat him."

Mu Liancheng pondered for a moment and then gave eight words.

Treat them like guests, neither too close nor too distant.

"It's a purely business friendship, but never get too close, and never get involved in anything he does."

Huizi nodded obediently: "Understood."

……

Lishun Hotel.

Hong Zhiyou stood by the window, smoking one cigarette after another.

Zeng Che definitely needs to be saved.

Regardless of whether Dai Li's orders can be carried out, we must at least try, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

However, from the moment he boarded the train in Harbin, he keenly sensed that he had been targeted.

Along the way, there were always a few faint gazes, seemingly unintentional, but always fixed on the private room where I was.

Clearly, someone knew in advance that they were coming to Tianjin.

There's a high probability that there's a traitor among Dai Li's side.

From this perspective, it's highly likely that Jin Hai has already set up a trap, just waiting for him to walk right into it.

Taking the hits passively is not his style.

Hong Zhi pondered for a moment, stubbed out his cigarette, turned around, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed a number.

After the call was connected, he adopted a warm tone.

"Director Ding, this is Zhiyou. I heard you are on a business trip in Tianjin recently. I wonder if you could find some time to meet me?"
"Okay, see you tomorrow night."

After hanging up the phone, a slight smile appeared on Hong Zhiyou's lips.

If it's inconvenient for me to come forward, someone else might be.

……

The next day.

Office of the Chief of the Tianjin Special Service Agency.

Kenshiro Shibayama personally poured tea for Kazuo Motooka, who was sitting opposite him, with a respectful expression.

"Special Envoy, Hong Zhiyou has come to Tianjin."

Kazuo Hongang picked up his teacup, his eyes suddenly sharpening: "Oh? That's fast."

"We just received intelligence that Dai Li has given the Harbin-Manchuria Station a death order to rescue Zeng Che at all costs, and Hong Zhiyou is here right after that."

"What a coincidence!"

He put down his teacup, looked meaningfully at Shibayama Kenshiro, and said:
"He has money, connections, and is acquainted with you, Lord Chai."

“If I were Dai Li, I would have sent him too.”

Kenjiro Shibayama frowned slightly: "I know this person, and I don't think he's a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau."

"He gives me the impression of being a pure businessman."

"Of course, we are indeed friends."

Hon'oka Kazuo sneered: "Who wouldn't want to be friends with someone like Hong Zhiyou?"

"According to our information, this person is very dangerous. He is gradually corrupting the Kwantung Army and trying to control the economic lifeline of Harbin, which is extremely detrimental to the imperial plan."

"Lord Chai Shan, don't forget, you are a soldier of the Empire!"

"Do not let so-called friendship and worldly interests cloud your judgment of the truth, and never forget your original loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor!"

Kenjiro Shibayama said, "Special Envoy, I know what I should do."

"On the contrary, there is one thing that is unclear: who exactly is targeting Hong Zhiyou?"
"As far as I know, Hong Zhiyou has a prince standing behind him."

"His gains amounted to nothing more than a gold mine in Harbin and a small leather trade, which was a drop in the ocean compared to the South Manchuria Railway, which controlled the entire economy of Manchuria."

"Even if he is a red voter or a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau, he cannot affect the overall situation at all."

"Would it be so unusual to send high-ranking officials specifically to target him once or twice?"

Who exactly did he offend?

"We'll have to send you here specifically to oversee and provide guidance."

Motooka Kazuo's face darkened: "Shibayama-kun, I need to remind you that your thinking is very dangerous."

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

"You just need to follow the instructions and carry out the orders."

Kenjiro Shibayama felt a chill run down his spine, gave a soft snort, and said nothing more.

The atmosphere in the office instantly became tense.

Just then, a guard knocked on the door and came in, standing at attention and reporting: "Reporting to the Chief of Staff, Mr. Hong Zhiyou requests an audience."

Kenjiro Shibayama was taken aback.

Kazuo Hon'oka revealed a cruel smile: "See? I wasn't wrong, was I?"
"He really came! He must be here for Zeng Che!"

After a moment's thought, Shibayama Kenshiro instructed the guard, "You take Mr. Hong to the reception room first, I'll be there shortly."

Once the guards left, Motooka Kazuo stood up and dusted off the wrinkles in his uniform.

"Lord Chai, there are orders from above."

"Once it is confirmed that Hong Zhi is involved in the rescue of Zeng Che, he can be arrested immediately, and necessary torture methods can be used!"

Kenjiro Shibayama replied in a deep voice, "That's utter nonsense."

"Do you know how many people have come to plead for Zeng Che these past few days? Wen Shizhen, and Staff Officer Nanmu from the military, etc., are they all from the Military Intelligence Bureau?"

Motooka Kazuo smiled and said, "Don't get emotional. I've said it before, Dai Li assigned people from the Northeast. Isn't Hong Zhiyou one of them?"
"It seems that Shibayama-kun and Hongji have a really special relationship."

"You!" Shibayama Kenshiro angrily flung his hand away. Just as he was about to get up, Motooka Kazuo also stood up: "Perfect timing. I also want to meet this trader from Harbin. Why don't we go together?"

Kenjiro Shibayama's heart skipped a beat.

He knew that this meant the other party didn't trust him and wanted to monitor him personally.

Although he was the head of the Tsushima Special Service Agency, Motooka Kazuo was a special envoy sent by the Army Ministry. Rank is power, and he had no room to refuse, at least not openly.

“Of course.” Shibayama Kenshiro forced a smile.

……

Inside the reception room.

When Hong Zhi saw Shibayama Kenshiro enter, he immediately put down his teacup, stood up, and greeted him: "Shibayama-kun, we meet again."

Kenjiro Shibayama smiled and said, "Yes, but it hasn't been too long."

"Why isn't your brother making a fortune in Harbin? What brings you to Jinhai?"

Hong Zhiyou knew there was a hidden meaning in his words, implying that he should not meddle in other people's business.

He smiled slightly and replied calmly, "Madam Hui and Boss Mu are getting married. As the boss, I have to come and attend the wedding, and also pay a visit to you, Director."

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Kazuo Motooka.

"Who is this?"

Kenjiro Shibayama quickly introduced, "Oh, this is Mr. Kazuo Motooka, a good friend of mine in Tokyo. He just arrived in Tsukai and plans to do some business here."

“Mr. Hong, I’ve long admired your name. It’s great to finally meet you today.” Motooka Kazuo extended his hand, a scrutinizing smile on his face.

Hong Zhi shook hands with him and exchanged pleasantries.

He instantly understood.

When Chai Shan introduced himself, he deliberately said, "I just arrived in Jinhai," the subtext of which was too obvious. He was clearly telling me that this guy had come after me.

It seems I wasn't wrong. There was a mole among Boss Dai's men. The Japanese had already set up a trap and were waiting for me to fall into it.

Kazuo Hongang seemed very talkative, pulling Hongzhi along to chat about everything under the sun, from Harbin's economy to the local customs and culture of Tianjin, but his words were full of traps, constantly probing.

Hong Zhi was meticulous and answered questions fluently.

As the three were talking, a guard suddenly strode in and whispered a few words in Shibayama Kenshiro's ear.

Shibayama Kenshiro's expression changed slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "Did you confess?"

The guard shook his head: "He's stubborn, he still won't confess."

Although Shibayama Kenshiro's conversation with the guard was low, Hong Zhiyou and Hon'oka Kazuo could hear it clearly in the quiet reception room. Hon'oka Kazuo stood up with feigned composure, straightened his collar, and said to Shibayama Kenshiro, "Shibayama-kun, you have important matters to attend to, so I will not linger here any longer."

Kenjiro Shibayama waved his hand, a perfectly measured hint of annoyance on his face: "Nothing much, just arrested a Kuomintang agent who's incredibly stubborn and refuses to confess."

He sighed, as if speaking to Hong Zhiyou, or perhaps talking to himself.

"The message from above is very clear: if he doesn't confess within three days at most, he will be eliminated."

Hong Zhiyou knew that Chai Shan was acting in the play, and couldn't help but laugh loudly: "Are you talking about Zeng Che, who has a bounty of a thousand taels of gold on his head?"

Kenjiro Shibayama glanced at him with feigned surprise: "That's right, it's him."

"This man is the head of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Tianjin-Haikou station. He has always been a headache for us. We finally managed to catch him this time, and we thought we had struck gold, but it turns out he is a dead fish that won't talk."

He shook his head, his face full of regret.

"Sigh, the higher-ups have been putting pressure on us. If we can't get any results from the interrogation, we'll have no choice but to execute him secretly."

Hon'gao's sharp gaze instantly locked onto Hong Zhiyou's face, a playful smile appearing on his lips: "Mr. Hong, you're quite well-informed. Could it be that you've also come for that thousand taels of gold?"

Hong Zhiyou lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled the smoke in the direction of Hongang Kazuo.

He sneered, "Mr. Bengang, you underestimate me too much. A mere thousand taels of gold is nothing to me."

After saying that, he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and stood up decisively.

"You guys keep chatting, I have something to do, so I'll be leaving now."

Before he finished speaking, he had already strode toward the door without the slightest hesitation.

As soon as Hong Zhi left, Motooka Kazuo's smile deepened: "Interesting. Looks like I've alerted them?"

Kenjiro Shibayama looked at him coldly, his tone full of disdain: "Do you think you're very smart?"

"Perhaps it's just a coincidence."

“Hong Zhi came to Tianjin, but it has nothing to do with Zeng Che.”

Kazuo Hon'oka shook his head dismissively: "Shibayama-kun, I've never believed that two leaves in this world are the same. Coincidence is just an excuse for the incompetent."

He walked to the window and watched Hong Zhiyou get into the car and leave, his eyes filled with malice.

“I believe that Hong Zhi heard that Zeng Che only has three days, and he will definitely make a move.”

Kenjiro Shibayama said, "I hope it's as you think."

……

Huizi and Mu Liancheng's wedding is scheduled for September 7th, which is two or three days away.

Did Hong Zhi intend to go to see her?

In the afternoon, he changed his clothes, did some simple makeup, and went to Xuanji Pharmacy on Huaishan Road.

The pharmacy was filled with a strong smell of Chinese medicine.

Wearing round-framed glasses, the slightly plump shopkeeper Qiu was sitting behind the counter, looking down and fiddling with the abacus, the beads making a crisp clinking sound.

Hong Zhiyou walked in, pressed down his hat, and said in a hoarse voice, "Boss, give me two ounces of cinnabar."

Shopkeeper Qiu paused for a moment as she fiddled with the abacus.

He looked up, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes behind his glasses, before he reverted to his shrewd businessman demeanor, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, sir, all our newly arrived cinnabar is sold out. We do have some old stock, aged enough to be even more potent. Would you like to come inside and take a look?"

Hong Zhi nodded and followed him through the pharmacy to the backyard.

Shopkeeper Qiu led him into the innermost storeroom, glanced around warily, and only closed the door quickly after confirming that no one was around.

"You must be Section Chief Hong?" Manager Qiu's tone became respectful. "Old Wu mentioned you to me."

Hong Zhi cut to the chase: "I know who you are. I'm just here to ask for a prescription for Lao Wu's rhinitis."

"Of course, of course." Shopkeeper Qiu smiled. "Is he doing well over there?"

Hong Zhiyou described in detail Zhou Yi's symptoms of being afraid of cold, being physically weak, and having recurring rhinitis.

Shopkeeper Qiu listened attentively, nodding as she listened, and then quickly wrote out a prescription.

He handed the prescription to Hong Zhiyou, his expression grave as he lowered his voice: "Section Chief Hong, the current situation is very bad."

"With the Kuomintang agents being wiped out, our lives are not easy either."

"We received top-secret information that Ding Mocun was secretly discussing with Wen Shizhen and the Japanese to persuade Chairman Chiang Kai-shek to surrender, and was planning a joint anti-government vote in order to alleviate the pressure on the main battlefield."

"It is said that Chiang Kai-shek agreed to make contact, and the representative sent by the Nationalist government was Zhang Qun."

“If they reach an agreement, the situation will be disastrous for us.”

Hong Zhiyou said calmly, "You're overthinking it. The Americans won't agree, and Chiang Kai-shek wouldn't have the guts to make the decision."

Shopkeeper Qiu nodded and sighed, "I hope so."

"By the way, have you found out about the three college students sent from Beiping to Harbin?"

Hong Zhi said, "We found out. It's right under our noses."

Shopkeeper Qiu sighed, "Alas, Professor Liu has a strong influence among students and the Beiping Working Committee, but this tactic is really not clever."

He then changed the subject and brought up the important matter.

"By the way, Zeng Che has been arrested."

"Comrades from Jinhai had been trying to win him over. Station Chief Zeng himself was determined to resist Japan, so there was a chance to win him over."

"I know you are incredibly resourceful, could you possibly find a way to rescue him?"

Hong Zhi hesitated for a moment: "I'll try my best, but I can't guarantee it. The Japanese are watching me very closely now, and this might even be a trap specifically set for me."

Shopkeeper Qiu nodded and said, "Alright, then Mr. Hong must be careful."

Hong Zhi nodded, pulled his hat brim down even lower, and strode out.

……

night.

The mansion was brightly lit.

Hong Zhiyou arrived at the door and said to the guard at the door, "Hong Zhiyou pays his respects to Mr. Ding."

A moment later, Ding Mocun, dressed casually and with a ruddy complexion, personally came out to greet him, his face beaming with a warm smile: "Zhiyou, it's been a long time! It's been almost a year since we parted ways in Shanghai!"

Hong Zhi shook hands with him: "Director Ding looks more and more radiant. It seems you've had a lot of good news lately."

Ding Mocun led him inside, saying as they walked, "Yes, Germany has already begun its blitzkrieg against Poland, and an attack on the Soviet Union is only a matter of time."

"The Japanese army is taking advantage of the situation and launching a fierce attack on Changsha. The Japanese cabinet has also agreed to Mr. Wang forming a new government next year."

"The situation is extremely favorable for us!"

Once inside the magnificent hall, Ding Mocun personally poured him a glass of whiskey and then said, "Judging from this situation, Chiang Kai-shek will be out of a job in at most another year."

"Then the world will belong to Mr. Wang."

Hong Zhi picked up his wine glass, swirled it gently, and smiled with a hint of sarcasm: "Director Ding is probably making the best of a bad situation."

Ding Mocun's smile froze, and his eyebrows rose: "What do you mean?"

Hong Zhi took a sip of wine and said slowly, "In the Battle of Khalkhin Gol, the Japanese army suffered a major defeat."

"In this large-scale contest of military strength, the Japanese army was at a great disadvantage, and it was also their first major defeat and crushing defeat on the Asian battlefield."

Their undefeated myth has been shattered.

"Now that the morale of the National Revolutionary Army and the Red Army is high, how easy is it for the Japanese to occupy the whole territory?"

He put down his wine glass and looked directly at Ding Mocun.

"What's worse is that Director Ding came to Jinhai this time to negotiate, right?"

Ding Mocun's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he leaned forward slightly: "How did you know?"

Hong Zhi leaned back on the sofa, relaxed: "Have you forgotten? Chief Doihara and I are fellow students. It's not hard for me to know these things."

Ding Mocun's wariness relaxed, and he chuckled dryly, "That's true. I've heard a lot about your great abilities, brother. To be honest, I am indeed here to negotiate."

"Chiang Kai-shek sent Zhang Qun as a secret envoy, who, through the British, intended to cooperate with the Japanese army."

"The Japanese agreed not to fire on the Nationalist army, and both sides agreed to jointly suppress the Communist Party. This was good news for both the Japanese and Chiang Kai-shek."

Hong Zhi sneered: "Good news?"

"You probably don't even believe that yourself, do you?"

"If I'm not mistaken, you, Mr. Wang, and Zhou Fohai have probably been unable to sleep lately."

"Once Chiang Kai-shek surrenders, what role will Mr. Wang play?"

"In this world, status and face are earned through force."

"Mr. Wang now only has one mouth."

"Although Chiang Kai-shek suffered repeated defeats and was almost reduced to a homeless dog, as long as he had military power and American support, he was qualified to sit at the table and share the cake."

"At that time, it will be people like you and me who are in an awkward position. If we go in, people will look down on us and even spit in our faces."

"Withdraw? You'll be liquidated in a heartbeat."

"In short, if you really manage to make this happen, Zhou Fohai and Li Shiqun will be the first to deal with you when you get back."

"By then, Dai Li and Zheng Jiemin will be sitting in No. 76. Will it still be your turn?"

These words, like a sharp knife, precisely dissected Ding Mocun's deepest fears.

The color drained from his face. He picked up his wine glass and took a big gulp, then sighed, "Mr. Hong sees things very clearly. But right now I'm caught in a dilemma, unable to do what I'm supposed to do, caught between a rock and a hard place."

Hong Zhi said, "It's very simple. You can humiliate Zhang Qun and the others through some small details."

"For example, in terms of dining and hospitality, everything is done as roughly as possible. In terms of etiquette and negotiation procedures, it is done with a degree of disdain."

"Zhang Qun and Chiang Kai-shek value their reputation the most."

"Once the reporter leaks these details, Chiang Kai-shek will be furious. If the Americans also fuel the fire, the matter will most likely fall through."

“Even if the Japanese ask about it afterward, you were representing the Japanese in humiliating Chiang Kai-shek. That was a diplomatic deterrent. It can only be said that Chiang Kai-shek was not sincere. The Japanese can't blame you.”

Ding Mocun's eyes lit up immediately. He slapped his thigh and laughed, "Your brother is really a smart man!"
"To be honest, I'm really afraid that Chiang Kai-shek will team up with the Japanese."

He then changed the subject, revealing a hint of worry: "But then again, I'm also worried that Chiang Kai-shek might one day make a comeback..."

Hong Zhiyou chimed in, "Yes, that's why people like you and Mr. Wang have to leave themselves a way out. After all, we're all brothers and sisters."

Ding Mocun nodded quickly, as if he had found a kindred spirit: "Yes, yes! We can't afford to offend our compatriots too much."

"Leave some room for communication; we still need to stay in touch."

Seeing that the time was ripe, Hong Zhi steered the conversation back on track: "Right now, someone is offering a thousand taels of gold to rescue Zeng Che."

"Dai Li also gave a death order from the Military Intelligence Bureau to save him at all costs."

"Why doesn't Master Ding use his divine power to go and talk to the Japanese? After all, a thousand taels of gold is not a small amount."

Ding Mocun immediately became alert and scrutinized him: "Your brother isn't a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau, so why are you getting involved in this mess?"

Hong Zhiyou said without changing his expression, "Someone came to me last night, willing to pay two thousand taels of gold to buy Zeng Che's life."

"I know I have little influence and no power within the Great Wall, so I can only come to you, Director Ding."

“You have a wide network of connections and are Mr. Wang’s special envoy.”

"If I ask you to negotiate this deal, everyone can benefit from it, so why not?"

Ding Mocun narrowed his eyes: "Brother, you've got a good plan."

Hong Zhi waved his hand: "Director Ding, you flatter me."

"I just wanted to find a way out for everyone."

"If the day of liberation really comes, with your personal relationship with Boss Dai, plus today's achievements, you could become an anti-Japanese hero in no time if the flag is turned to the east."

"With your qualifications, you should be able to get at least the rank of major general."

He knew Ding Mocun's greed for money, lust for women, and cowardice.

Sure enough, Ding Mocun was tempted.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Zeng Che is a fellow Chinese, so it's not unreasonable for him to talk to the Japanese."

"But, you, my brother, can get a thousand taels of gold just by talking? This business is too easy to do."

He started complaining, tapping his fingers on the table: "Brother, I'm just a poor man. I have to help you guys answer all sorts of phone calls and telegrams. Everything is my stuff. My mother is 'buying things' for you guys 365 days a year."

"Sigh, I've really run my legs off and worried myself sick."

Hong Zhiyou immediately understood and took out more than a dozen gold bars from his briefcase and placed them on the table: "Director Ding has worked hard and made great contributions. How could I, Zhiyou, be so ignorant? This is a reward of one hundred taels of gold. Please take it and have some tea."

"If things go smoothly, I will give you another 1,600 taels of silver."

"How about I earn three hundred taels of hard-earned money?"

Ding Mocun looked at the gold bars on the table, and a smile instantly lit up his face.

He picked up his glass and raised it high in a toast to Hong Zhiyou.

"Come on, bro, cheers!"

……

(End of this chapter)