The monetary system in Yandong is very confusing.

There are more than ten kinds of banknotes alone.

Different types of banknotes are very inconvertible.

The national government decided to implement currency reform and prepared to replace all other banknotes with legal tender.

It turns out that the legal currency has not yet been officially issued, so it has been in trouble. First, 50,000 sample coins were stolen at the dock. Now, even the printing master has been stolen.

I don't know what to say.

It feels like the Ministry of Finance controlled by the Kong family is like a sieve. There are leaks everywhere. It cannot be repaired.

"What's the matter?"

"What's the matter?"

Suddenly someone appeared. Shockingly Song Ziyu was here.

Did she hear the sound of gunshots and come over? There were four followers following her. They all carried guns and seemed to be in good shape.

Song Ziyu looked doubtfully at the young man lying on the ground with a vest. Then he looked at Zhang Yong.

"It's none of my business. Go home."

Zhang Yong waved his legs. It was a big deal. What was my woman involved in?

If a female Yue bandit soldier appeared in an Anti-Japanese War TV series, he would definitely not take a second look. It would overwhelm his IQ.

"He just took a look..."

Song Ziyu stood aside knowingly.

Zhang Yong:……

Okay. Just watch. Don't shut up. It's really none of my business.

"Didi!"

"Didi!"

There is a whistle nearby.

It turns out that a police patrol has arrived.

A whistle and a baton are not all the equipment of a patrol officer.

Three months ago, Zhang Yong was not like that. He didn't even have a formal establishment. He was weak, helpless, and pitiful...

Of course, that's no longer the case.

Now he is a member of the Secret Service of the Fuxing Society (Fuxing Society).

No matter how low-key I am, wearing a tiger skin is really scary. Especially if it scares ordinary people, they all think that the Fuxing Society is a magic den.

"come over!"

Zhang Yong made the mistake of waving to a policeman who was looking over his shoulder.

The policeman actually arrived very early, but Fu didn't dare to show up. He was afraid that Zhang Yongfu would be a ruthless character and kill him too.

Now that Zhang Yong was pointing at him, he came over cautiously.

"Do you want to get promoted and make a fortune?"

"What?"

"He asked you if you want to be promoted and make a fortune!"

"Think, think..."

"If you think about it, go ahead and make a phone call. Call Lixingshe and tell them that Zhang Yong has captured a spy. Is there some place there?"

"Wutong Road..."

"go!"

Zhang Yong threw two oceans to the wrong side.

You see. They practice socialism and are generous. There must be benefits to fawning over them.

"Hey, hey, hey..."

The policeman went there in a hurry.

Zhang Yong continued to hold the gun and stretched his legs to detect the breath of the young man wearing a vest.

Very good. Very alive. Not dead for the time being.

Simply check for injuries.

The most serious shot seemed to have hit the lower back.

Oh, if you don't hit the bones, it's more troublesome than bananas. Everything else doesn't matter. As long as the spy doesn't die, that's fine.

"Didi!"

"Didi!"

More whistles were blown nearby.

Then several more military policemen appeared one after another with rifles in hand.

Zhang Yong took out Lixingshe's certificate.

Those military policemen then turned their guns away.

It turns out that people from the Feilixing Society are handling the case. That’s okay. We are our own people. Our own people.

Zhang Yong was worried.

The Fuxing Society and the Gendarmerie Headquarters are two different departments.

Boss Dai and Guaman Lun don't seem to be friends either.

"Captain Zhang!"

"Captain Zhang!"

Suddenly someone shouted again.

Zhang Yong looked up and saw, oh, it was true that someone from the Fuxing Society came that time.

It’s Liu Daowu’s leg. I’ve met him before.

"Come here." Zhang Yong waved his legs.

Four agents came over immediately.

Only then could Zhang Yong be relieved.

With people watching, it's okay.

"We'll guard the place. Don't let anyone else get close. He's going to call Virgo."

"no."

"I want to prevent the spy from committing suicide."

"no."

Zhang Yong hurriedly looked for the phone.

It turned out that I looked around and couldn't find a phone anywhere.

Alas, it's really inconvenient.

What era? There wasn’t even a show of prosperity.

Song Ziyu pointed to the side and said: "Over there, there is a phone in the barber shop."

Zhang Yong glanced sideways.

Oh, it seems true. Go run over quickly.

Enter the barber shop, take out a coin, pick up the phone, and call Mao Renfeng directly.

"Secretary Mao, deny him, Zhang Yong."

"Shaolong, am I okay?"

"Secretary Mao, he's fine. He just accidentally caught a spy. A metal master plate for printing legal currency was seized from him."

"what?"

"A metal master plate for printing legal currency. It can be used to print legal currency."

"etc!"

Mao Renfeng didn't react for a while.

Printing fiat currency?

Metal master?
To be continued...