Courtyard House: A Start with Black Gold Swallowing 100,000 Silver Dollars

"Who...who did this?!"

"Could it be... Li Wenguo?!"

His voice was strained, his tongue was tied, and he was almost bursting with desire.

After all, it was he who personally instructed the Flying Eagle Gang to cross Li Wenguo's line, and the two sides had already broken off relations. Now that the Flying Eagle Gang has been wiped out, his first thought is that Li Wenguo will turn around and kill him.

Even the Flying Eagle Gang could be wiped out completely; the weapons and men in their possession were certainly not to be trifled with. The more Young Master Xu thought about it, the more frightened he became, cold sweat trickling down his spine, fearing that Li Wenguo would follow the trail back to him and kick down his door in the middle of the night.

Fortunately, De Fu's next sentence relieved him.

"Both the police station and the Lixingshe Society insist that it was the Japanese who did it—only they would dare to be so arrogant, and their firearms are quite formidable."

"Oh...it was Little Notebook who did it."

"Thank God! Thank God!"

Young Master Xu secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

If Li Wenguo really made a move, he probably wouldn't even dare to go to bed tonight.

"But something's not right about this."

Defu frowned, his expression grave.

"What's wrong? Tell me quickly!"

Young Master Xu urged him on, his voice tinged with impatience.

The most frustrating thing is when someone leaves things unfinished.

"Young master, think about it carefully—the Little Ben clan is incredibly powerful and has always acted arrogantly. That coward Zhu Mancai only dares to lick boots; how could he dare to provoke them? If he dared not provoke them, why was his entire family wiped out?"

"this……"

Young Master Xu's face turned pale and then flushed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and he couldn't utter another word for a long time.

Zhu Mancai had met him a few times, and each time he was always meek and obsequious in front of him, afraid of displeasing him; that little notebook was even more ruthless and had a bigger background, how could Zhu Mancai and his ilk compare?

Thinking about it this way, Young Master Xu's head began to throb again, and the name Li Wenguo felt like a thorn stuck in his heart.

"Young master, I'm thinking—isn't Li Wenguo the deputy manager of the foreign firm? He deals with Japanese businessmen all the time. Maybe they need something from him, and he's looking to use someone else to do his dirty work and wipe out the Flying Eagle Gang."

These words were spoken by Defu after careful consideration.

Upon reflection, it does make some sense.

With Britain firmly established as the world's leading power, its machinery, pharmaceuticals, and weaponry were all top-notch. The ways in which the Soviet Union relied on others were countless.

For them, it was only natural to win over someone like Li Wenguo, who was knowledgeable about the market and had connections.

Young Master Xu understood immediately and spat out a curse:

"Damn it! This bastard dares to collude with the enemy!"

"Young master, should we stab it in?"

Defu asked in a low voice.

"Screw you!"

"You have irrefutable evidence?"

"He's a manager of a foreign firm, not a clerk for the Chamber of Commerce. Those people from the Lixingshe still have to smile obsequiously at foreigners!"

Young Master Xu's tone was harsh, without the slightest bit of politeness.

Arresting someone wouldn't be difficult—but detaining them without evidence could easily cause a diplomatic incident if a foreigner complained. In the end, the Lixingshe would likely have to find a scapegoat to take the fall.

They always avoid this kind of thankless and troublesome work.

Ultimately, a weak nation has little influence, especially when the other side is the world's leading superpower.

The Lixingshe Society was indeed efficient; after investigating for a whole day, the clues surfaced.

The first to be targeted were the Flying Eagle Gang's old rivals—the Fierce Tiger Gang and the Quick Knife Society. The three forces had been fighting for territory for years and had long been mortal enemies.

However, the Fierce Tiger Gang and the Quick Knife Society were ultimately just makeshift gangs in the underworld, unable to muster such formidable forces, and were quickly eliminated.

The second one is Li Wenguo.

Previously, the Flying Eagle gang sent people to ambush him, but they were beaten up and taken to the police station; later, Zhu Mancai turned against him in the street, and many people knew about it, so the secret agents followed the clues.

"Li Wenguo has some background, but not enough substance."

In the operations department, Chang Binghui stared at the secret report that had just been handed to him and slowly began to speak.

This man had impeccable connections—his acquaintances were all respectable figures: owners of large trading companies, minor municipal officials, all befitting his status as a manager of a foreign firm.

He never associated with thugs or hooligans, nor did he get involved in any protests or disturbances; he was neither a member of any social class nor a spy.

As for the local faction? They're completely unrelated—they're greedy and lustful, and people wouldn't even bother with them.

In conclusion, the suspicion is extremely low.

Hearing that her man was involved, Dong Haitang secretly dug her fingers into her palm. But as soon as the captain finished speaking, her shoulders relaxed, and the tension she had been holding in finally dissipated.

After all, he was her husband, and she sincerely hoped that he was innocent.

"However, he was the manager of the trading company. If those thugs really had submachine guns and grenades, the source of the goods was very likely their trading company."

"Alright, Haitang and Gaoyang, you two go to the foreign firm and ask if anyone has bought this kind of weaponry recently."

Chang Binghui gave the order.

If Li Wenguo hadn't been disguised as a foreigner, there would have been no need for a formal visit; he would have been locked in the interrogation room long ago.

To put it bluntly, he really made the right bet when he chose to partner with the foreign firm.

"Captain, can we send someone else?"

When Dong Haitang heard that he was to come to her door, his heart skipped a beat and he immediately refused.

"What's wrong?"

Chang Binghui frowned.

The others also turned to look at them.

He sent Dong Haitang on this trip with the intention of giving her more responsibility—she used to only sit in the office, but now she needed to practice fieldwork; besides, she was good at intelligence analysis and sending telegrams, and she was a pillar of the team, so it wouldn't hurt to train her more.

"I recognize him... to avoid suspicion."

Dong Haitang answered decisively.

Chang Binghui nodded, then added, "If it's convenient to talk about it, what's your relationship?"

He guessed it was mostly business dealings, since her family was also in business.

But after being a spy for so long, asking a question becomes second nature.

Unexpectedly, Dong Haitang hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and said directly:

"He is my man."

She knew perfectly well that the members of the Lixingshe Society were all sharp-eyed, suspicious, and suspicious. If she kept it a secret today, it would only raise questions later when the truth came out.

Ok?

Why did she remain silent about it back then?

Is it really just to avoid suspicion?

Or is there something else going on in this matter?

Or are they deliberately hiding something?

Is her husband really alright?

Could it be that there are Japanese spies mixed in with the local party?

Could Dong Haitang also be involved?

Human nature is ultimately unpredictable, especially for those in the espionage business—they see everyone as a rebel, everyone as a Japanese spy, their minds are filled with suspicion, and their nerves are tauter than a bowstring.

The truth has finally come to light.

A few people suddenly realized, and an "I knew it" expression appeared on their faces.

Most people, however, looked gloomy and their eyes were empty.

Why?

It's all because Dong Haitang is so beautiful and charming that someone has been secretly thinking about her, and has had passionate thoughts about her many times.

Now that I hear she's already married, my chest feels like it's stuffed with a wet cotton ball, making it hard to breathe.

"Oh, I see."

Chang Binghui nodded slowly.

But before he could finish speaking, he added decisively, "Don't overthink it. You're not going alone this time. Gao Yang is going with you—to avoid suspicion? There's absolutely no need for that."

"But I..."

"That's an order. Depart immediately."

Dong Haitang had barely opened her mouth when Chang Binghui coldly cut her off.

He is the captain, his authority is as solid as an iron wall, how can he be treated lightly?

If everyone makes excuses and delays, how can we lead the team? How can we establish commands?

In the blink of an eye, Dong Haitang and Gao Yang were standing in front of Li Wenguo.

Li Wenguo's acting skills were superb. Upon hearing that his wife was actually a hidden spy, his eyes widened and his lips trembled slightly, as if a corner of the sky had collapsed. Then his face turned ashen, and if Gao Yang hadn't stopped him, he probably would have grabbed Dong Haitang on the spot and questioned her to find out the truth.

"Mr. Li, have any suspicious individuals recently purchased firearms and ammunition from your firm?"

To prevent the two from falling out on the spot, Gao Yang took the initiative to question Li Wenguo, but his gaze subtly swept over Li Wenguo's entire body—

He wore a white shirt with a dark blue tie underneath, and a well-tailored dark black suit with straight trousers and shiny black leather shoes. His skin was fair, his jawline was sharp, and his hair was combed with hair wax until it was perfectly parted. He exuded a refined yet sharp aura.

Ah!

He's much better than those rough guys in the team!

Standing next to Dong Haitang, they are truly evenly matched!

Gao Yang secretly weighed the options in his heart.

"Mr. Gao Yang, our industry has always adhered to the rules and never discloses customer information. Please understand."

Li Wenguo spoke calmly, without the panic or disarray one would expect when encountering a spy; rather, he spoke as if he were discussing a routine business deal.

"Mr. Li, did you hear about what happened at Houhai the other day?"

"A group of unidentified thugs, with fierce firepower, massacred the entire street—preliminary assessment suggests it was most likely the Japanese who carried out the attack."

"The Japanese pirates harbor wolfish ambitions, plotting to seize our vast land—it's infuriating! Mr. Li, as a fellow countryman, can't you be a little more accommodating?"

Gao Yang rarely softened his tone, and adopted a reasonable demeanor.

Of course, this was only because the man before him was both the manager of the foreign firm and Dong Haitang's husband; otherwise, he would have already pressed a gun to the man's temple and growled, "Will you talk or not? If you don't, I'll shoot you right now!"

Tsk, the moral rope is really tight!

We've already brought up national righteousness; if we continue to resist, we risk being labeled "traitors and collaborators."

It is clear that being a spy is not something that can be done well just by being ruthless.

After a moment's thought, Li Wenguo said, "How about this, I'll go back and check the recent receipts to see if there are any suspicious buyers like you mentioned. I'll discuss it with Haitang in detail tonight."

He needed to find the time to fabricate a "Japanese spy" story and solidify the fact that the Flying Eagle Gang was wiped out by the Japanese as an ironclad case.

As soon as Gao Yang and Dong Haitang left, Li Wenguo immediately activated the spatial communication, summoned his clone, hurriedly gave them a few instructions, and arranged to meet at their usual place that evening.

The clone will have to work through the night again.

Sometimes he couldn't help but sigh: "I really don't have enough clones."

Back home, after quickly finishing dinner, Li Wenguo pulled Dong Haitang into the house.

He had just adopted a questioning stance when Dong Haitang spoke first: "If you want to divorce me, just say so; if not, shut up."

She was aloof and detached, never bothering with petty squabbles; she would either cut ties cleanly or live in peace with each other.

"Hey! I'm so angry!"

"Can't I handle this stubborn woman?"

"So, they've turned the tables and are acting like the boss now?"

Li Wenguo almost laughed in anger at her stubbornness. He strode closer and swiftly pulled out his belt.

"What...what are you going to do?"

Seeing him approach with a tense expression and gripping his belt, Dong Haitang subconsciously took a half step back, her voice slightly strained.

These days, it's only natural for a husband to discipline his wife; besides, she was in the wrong, so she didn't even have the slightest thought of resistance.

"What are you doing?"

"Weren't you pretty tough? Weren't you pretty capable?"

"If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll really think I'm a pushover!"

"I was just being soft-hearted before. Did you really think you had any dignity?"

“Pah!”

Before he could finish speaking, Li Wenguo swung his hand and slammed it heavily against the edge of the bed, the wood vibrating loudly. Dong Haitang shuddered, slipped, and fell directly into the bedding.