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This Mr. Zhang is named Zhang Yaolin, one of the three tycoons of the local gang. In Zhang Yunhe's memory, Zhang Yaolin rose to prominence twenty years ago, mainly by selling opium and forcing women into prostitution to make his fortune.

At this time, Zhang Yaolin also invested in industry, commerce and banks.

In this day and age, anyone with a bit of fame and status in the foreign land must have joined a gang and worshipped a master. Zhang Yunhe is no exception. He was originally a member of the gang and once worshipped a big boss as his master.

You should know that whether in the foreign concessions or in the Jianghuai area, the people of the "da" generation are already the ones with the highest seniority in the gang. However, there are actually not many big bosses of the "da" generation, and there are not many big bosses of the "da" generation who are powerful.

As a member of the Tong generation below the Da generation, Zhang Yunhe actually has a very high seniority in the gang. Zhang Yaolin, one of the three tycoons, is also only of the Tong generation, and is of the same generation as the young Zhang Yunhe.

Gangs don't often open incense halls, but whenever they do, something big is about to happen, either recruiting disciples or cleaning up the house, and inviting bigwigs from all sides to be witnesses; or they discuss and decide on important matters for the gang's future.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang has sent a car to pick you up. The car is over there!" One of the men pointed to a black car across the street and said to Zhang Yunhe.

Zhang Yunhe was puzzled, "Since they're opening a temple, shouldn't they invite people a few days in advance? How can they just invite people over at the last minute?"

Another man explained, "Mr. Zhang, actually, Master Zhang sent a message to the big guys he knows a few days ago, but I couldn't find Mr. Zhang these two days, so it was delayed!"

"So that's what's going on!" Zhang Yunhe nodded and said, "Okay, I'll buy a newspaper first, and you can ask the driver to drive the car over!"

"Okay, Mr. Zhang!"

Zhang Yunhe waved to a newsboy on the street and bought a newspaper.

After getting on the car, Zhang Yunhe sat in the back seat and read today's newspaper news. He looked around but couldn't find any reports about the Special High Technology Department.

This is not surprising. The Special High Technology Bureau was massacred last night. Something that affects the image and morale must be blocked. Although the prisoners in the Special High Technology Bureau prison have all escaped, these people will definitely not publicize it for their own safety. It is also expected that the newspaper reporters did not receive the news.

Not long after, the car arrived at Zhang Yaolin's house on Huagenei Road.

The Zhang Mansion is a very elegant western-style house that combines Chinese and Western styles.

When Zhang Yunhe walked into the living room under the guidance of a man, there were already many people sitting in the living room. They were all big bosses in the gang. These people were engaged in various industries, including factory owners, shop owners, bank managers, and cargo ship owners.

In addition to these people, there are also several ruthless people who specialize in shady businesses, such as opium dealers, casino owners, loan sharks, kidnappers, and local tyrants who specialize in collecting protection fees and controlling dock laborers.

"Mr. Zhang, bosses, I'm sorry, I'm late!" Zhang Yunhe bowed to Zhang Yaolin and everyone after entering the door.

Among the people invited by Zhang Yaolin, Zhang Yunhe was the most special one. He was the only comprador working in a foreign company. He had wide connections, extensive networks, and many ways to do business. This was why Zhang Yaolin invited him.

Everyone stood up and bowed to Zhang Yunhe in return, exchanging a few words.

Zhang Yaolin invited Zhang Yunhe to sit down and asked, "Brother Zhang, I sent someone to send you an invitation two days ago, but I couldn't find you. What big business have you been busy with these days?"

Zhang Yunhe took the tea brought by a maid and said, "Hi, I've been out for a while. The situation has been turbulent recently, and business has been tough, so I had to go out and explore. I wonder what advice Master Zhang has for calling us here today? If you have any profitable business, don't forget me, brother!"

Zhang Yaolin smiled and said, "Of course. After all, you and I are from the same family! Since Brother Zhang asked, I'll tell you all about it!"

"As you all know, Songhu is now controlled by the East Japanese. If we still want to do business well and make a lot of money, we have to build good relations with them. What do you think?"

Everyone knew that Zhang Yaolin's invitation to them this time might not be that simple. After hearing his words, everyone's heart skipped a beat, wondering what Zhang Yaolin was up to!

Mr. Bai, the leather factory owner, asked, "Boss Zhang, you said you want to establish good relations with the Eastern Japanese. What are the rules? How far do we need to go with this relationship?"

Zhang Yaolin puffed on a cigar and said, "Of course, we support the rule of the East Japanese here, cooperate with their decrees, and practice coexistence and prosperity. We also cooperate with them in arresting the underground party, the blue-shirted people, and those who have radical attitudes and words and oppose them!"

A bank manager asked, "I wonder how far Mr. Zhang has come in his talks with the Japanese?"

Zhang Yaolin smiled and said, "To be honest, I have reached an agreement with General Matsui, the supreme commander of the East Japanese in Songhu. I will be appointed as the chairman of the 'New East Asian Peace Promotion Association'. All you have to do is nod, and everyone here can become a member of the association. From now on, business will be smooth sailing!"

"Some of the East Japanese are escorting you, and aren't they making a lot of money?"

At this time, Fan Biao, a big boss from the Tong generation who collected protection money and controlled several dock laborers, sneered, "Boss Zhang, are you trying to make us traitors like you?"

Zhang Yaolin's face turned grim upon hearing this, but he was a tycoon after all, so he quickly calmed down and said with a smile, "Boss Fan, how could such harsh words come out of your mouth? Brothers, we're all out for the money, so who wants to go against money?"

"Hey, Boss Zhang, you're just saying it nicely. I, Fan, wouldn't starve to death even if I didn't rely on the Japanese. I don't consider myself a good person, and I've committed murder and arson, but if you ask me to be a traitor and sell out my ancestors, I can't do it!"

"If Boss Zhang is unhappy with what I said, you can just go tell the East Japanese. If an enemy comes, we'll stop him. If a flood comes, we'll block it with earth. I have thousands of brothers under my command, and I'll fight them to the end!"

Zhang Yaolin's face flushed with anger, but he suppressed his anger and smiled, "Boss Fan, I don't agree with you. The Jianghu isn't about fighting and killing, it's about human relationships and social skills. Don't keep talking about fighting and killing all the time. No matter how capable you are, can you really defeat the Japanese planes and artillery?"

Fan Biao sarcastically said, "The martial arts world is all about fighting and killing, but it's been ruined by a bunch of you cunning, cunning villains who like to play tricks but have no balls. It's better not to attend this meeting. Goodbye!"

With a loud bang, Zhang Yaolin slammed the table. A sinister look flashed across his face, and he angrily said, "Fan, since you're so shameless and refuse to accept my toast, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

As soon as he finished speaking, four men in green short-sleeved shirts holding box guns rushed in from outside and stopped Fan Biao with a fierce look in their eyes.