Chapter 115: Director Zuo, You Sure Know How To Play The Game
No wonder Zhang Zixian reacted so strongly.
When delivering the appointment letter to Chen Yang before, Zhang Zixian had seen Chen Yang’s information, and his address was exactly the same as the one registered by Lin Xueli.
Others might not know Officer Chen’s capabilities, but he was Zuo Mingquan’s nephew, so how could he not know how formidable Officer Chen was.
The entire office was just a knife in his eyes, not to mention that he was also the deputy director of the Nanjing Special Affairs Committee Shanghai Office.
These bastards were crazy for money, daring to even grab Officer Chen’s family members.
“Sent, sent away.” Chang Mao saw Zhang Zixian’s expression and was so scared that he stammered incoherently.
Zhang Zixian angrily grabbed Chang Mao’s collar: “Quick, arrange a car to chase.”
“Must get the letter back.”
Chang Mao said haltingly: “Too, too late, people, they’ve been out for two hours, they must have seen it by now.”
Hearing this, Zhang Zixian was struck as if by lightning, his entire face instantly turning pale: “Done for, done for, you idiots, you’ve gotten Director Zuo killed.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Zixian seemed to remember something, pushed Chang Mao away, and ran out.
Shanghai, Jin Yu Lou.
This was an arts house opened by Zhang Xiaolin on Yalbei Road in the French Concession.
Of course, arts house was the public name; bluntly put, it was a brothel.
Yalbei Road was not far from Daxi Road, and Zhang Zixian rode his bicycle to the entrance of Jin Yu Lou at a speed almost rivaling a motorcycle.
He threw the bike at the door, didn’t bother locking it, kicked open the front door, and rushed inside.
At this time, only a few servants were doing cleaning work in the arts house. Seeing Zhang Zixian rush in, the pimp stepped forward and joked: “Young Master Zhang, how long have you been holding back? So eager first thing in the morning.”
“Slap,” Zhang Zixian landed a big slap: “Holding back your mom, which room is Director Zuo in?”
The pimp took the slap for no reason but didn’t dare complain, covering his face and saying with a mournful expression: “Second floor, Tian Zi Room No. 3.”
“Get lost,” Zhang Zixian kicked the pimp aside and rushed up to the second floor.
Zhang Zixian was also a regular at Jin Yu Lou and naturally knew the location of Tian Zi Room No. 3, so he kicked open the door of Tian Zi Room No. 3.
The leftover food in the room hadn’t been cleared yet. On a large bed inside, Zuo Mingquan had a snow-skinned woman of identical appearance in each arm, sleeping soundly.
The two women woke up first upon hearing the noise. Seeing a strange man burst in, they screamed in fright and instinctively pulled the quilt to cover their bodies.
This scene didn’t interest Zhang Zixian at all. He stepped forward in one stride, patted Zuo Mingquan’s face: “Fourth Uncle, Fourth Uncle, something happened, wake up quick.”
Zuo Mingquan had obviously drunk too much; not only did he not wake, he mumbled: “Drink, more, I can still drink.”
“Damn.” Zhang Zixian cursed, looked around, saw the wine pot on the table, rushed over, picked it up, and poured it on Zuo Mingquan’s face.
The icy sensation jolted him awake with a start.
Zhang Zixian shook Zuo Mingquan’s body anxiously and shouted: “Fourth Uncle, wake up, get up quick, something happened, Chang Mao and them grabbed Officer Chen’s family member.”
“What did you say?” Zuo Mingquan was instantly sobered by fright.
Shanghai, Fukaisen Road.
Thump thump thump, a rapid knocking startled Chen Yang awake from his sleep.
Chen Yang casually grabbed his robe and put it on, yawning as he opened the room door.
The servant Xiao Cao stood at the door and said urgently: “Young Master, bad news, Eldest Young Master was grabbed by people from the Nanjing Special Affairs Committee Shanghai Office.”
“They sent a letter demanding one hundred fifty silver dollars for bail to release him.”
“Eldest Sister-in-Law found out and has been crying downstairs for half a day.”
“What? What’s going on?” Chen Yang was instantly wide awake.
Xiao Cao pulled Chen Yang along as she explained while walking.
Early in the morning, the gatekeeper received a letter, brought it to Aunt Gui, and Aunt Gui recognized Lin Xueli’s handwriting and called Lin Xueli’s wife Gao Yuoying.
Lin Xueli hadn’t come home all night, so Gao Yuoying was already worried something had happened to him. Upon receiving Aunt Gui’s call, she rushed to Fukaisen Road immediately.
After Gao Yuoying opened the envelope, she realized it was an extortion letter and burst into tears on the spot.
Hearing this, Chen Yang’s face turned ashen. Damn, they’ve come to extort me.
Downstairs, Gao Yuoying’s sobbing hadn’t stopped. Seeing Chen Yang appear, she clung to him like a lifeline: “Chen Yang, your elder brother has always been good to you. Now that you’re an official, you must save your elder brother.”
Chen Yang stepped forward to comfort her: “Sister-in-Law, don’t worry, let me see the letter first and figure out what’s going on.”
Gao Yuoying handed the extortion letter to Chen Yang: “They say your elder brother is Communist Party, and now they want money to release him.”
“Otherwise, they’ll send him to Special Higher Police Affairs for interrogation and execute him by firing squad.”
“Chen Yang, our whole family depends on your elder brother. If something happens to him, I, I won’t live anymore.”
Another wave of sobs followed.
Chen Yang took the letter paper, read it carefully, and rage exploded. “Bang,” he slammed his palm on the wooden tea table: “Damn, they’ve gone too far.”
“Sister-in-Law, wait at home, I’m going to the Special Affairs Committee right now.”
As soon as he finished, Chen Yang didn’t even change clothes, strode to the side hall, opened the compartment under the storage cabinet in the side hall, and took out the German P08 pistol he had used to kill Hirata Jizaburo before.
Confirming there was still ammunition in the magazine, he casually tucked the gun into his waistband and called to Old Qi: “Old Qi, take me to 625 Daxi Road.”
At this time, inside the director’s office of the Special Affairs Office at 625 Daxi Road.
The action team members who participated in last night’s operation, along with Captain Liu Chang, had all been summoned into the office by Zuo Mingquan.
“Tell me, who told you to grab Lin Xueli.” Zuo Mingquan unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, revealing half a black dragon tattoo and a thumb-thick gold chain inside.
Liu Chang carefully explained: “Director Zuo, it was an order from Special Higher Police Affairs to grab Communist Party at the International Wharf.”
“Grab Communist Party, I damn told you to grab Communist Party,” Zuo Mingquan was so angry he slapped him.
Zuo Mingquan was all too familiar with this little trick: they thought the take was too small, so they used grabbing Communist Party as a pretext for extra income, but why grab anyone else when they grabbed Chen Yang’s family member.
What kind of person was that? A smiling tiger who stabbed you with a knife while smiling. Only a madman would provoke him.
Liu Chang covered his face and didn’t dare speak.
Zuo Mingquan panted heavily: “Go, before the matter blows up, hurry and send the person away.”
Just as Zuo Mingquan finished speaking, bang, the office door was forcefully kicked open.
Chen Yang, wearing pajamas, face ashen, slippers slapping as he walked in: “Director Zuo, you sure know how to handle things!”
“Grabbing Communist Party right into my home.”
