Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

"You were told to sell on June 6th, why did you delay until the 16th?" asked the masked man.

Yang Zhicheng replied, "Because I predict that the prices of the securities I want to sell will continue to rise after June, reaching their peak around the 6th. I originally planned to hold off selling until the 20th, but I know someone from above is watching me, so I can't hold off until then!"

"But I was reluctant to sell on the 16th, so I delayed it for a day. I couldn't explain to my superiors if I delayed too long. After all, I only had one day to withdraw the money and transfer it to the designated account. So, after selling all the securities on the morning of the 17th, I rushed to the bank that afternoon to transfer the money to the designated account."

"I didn't expect that it would be discovered by the higher-ups, leading to a fatal disaster!"

The masked man was silent for a long time and asked, "What is the real withdrawal password?"

Yang Zhicheng knew he could no longer play tricks, so he could only sigh and reveal the real code: "The first two lines of the Water Melody Song written by Su Shi: When will the bright moon appear? I raise my wine cup to ask the blue sky; I don't know what year it is in the palace in heaven tonight."

After listening, the masked man said, "Do you know what the consequences will be if you tell a lie this time?"

"I know. If I tell a lie again, I'll die!"

"very good!"

After coming out of the abandoned chemical plant, Ma Dazhi took off his mask and rushed to a bank in the city to withdraw money.

The withdrawal went smoothly this time. Two hundred thousand US dollars was withdrawn in less than an hour.

After coming out of the bank, Ma Dazhi changed rickshaws three times in a row. After getting off the rickshaw, he found a nearby public telephone booth and called Zhang Yunhe.

"Have you withdrawn the money?" The voice of Higanbana came from the phone.

Ma Dazhi quickly said: "I took it out, but..."

"If you have something to say, just say it, don't hesitate!"

Ma Dazhi thought about it and told Yang Zhicheng the real source of the 200,000 US dollars in detail.

"You mean he earned this money through his knowledge and predictions about the stock market?"

"Before coming to the bank to withdraw money, I went to the stock exchange to check the transaction records of various securities in June. The actual situation is basically consistent with what Yang Zhicheng said. This money was indeed earned by him using his knowledge and predictions of the stock market!" Ma Dazhi said.

Zhang Yunhe on the other end of the phone pondered for a moment and said, "Wait for me at the chemical plant!"

"it is good!"

An hour later, Zhang Yunhe arrived at the chemical plant after disguising himself.

At the door of the abandoned factory, Ma Dazhi was waiting while smoking.

Hearing footsteps, Ma Dazhi turned his head, threw away the cigarette butt and stepped on it.

"The money is all here!" Ma Dazhi said, pointing to a suitcase at his feet.

Zhang Yunhe didn't even look at it and asked, "Did they use torture?"

"No torture was used this time. Yang Zhicheng cooperated very well. I guess he thought there was no way to trick us, so he told us the password very readily!" said Ma Dazhi.

"Let's go, I want to meet Mr. Yang, who has a good eye for the stock market!"

"Wait, put this on!" Ma Dazhi said and quickly took out two pieces of black cloth and handed one of them to Zhang Yunhe.

Zhang Yunhe took the black cloth and covered his face with it, then walked into the factory first.

When Zhang Yunhe came to the bound Yang Zhicheng, he saw that he had not been tortured.

"Do you know why you haven't died yet?" Zhang Yunhe asked.

Hearing Zhang Yunhe's metallic voice, Yang Zhicheng's eyes widened: "It's you?"

Of course he remembered this voice. It was the owner of this voice who rescued him from the Japanese spy's cell. If it weren't for this person, he didn't know whether he could still survive.

Seeing that Zhang Yunhe didn't say anything, Yang Zhicheng lowered his head and said, "If you also think that I shouldn't keep this money, then kill me!"

Zhang Yunhe asked, "Why do you think the stock price on June 6th will be higher than on the 17th? If the stock price falls on the 16th, how will you explain it to your superiors?"

Yang Zhicheng raised his head and said angrily, "That bunch of good-for-nothings! What do they know about securities or stocks? They know nothing, yet they love to speculate!"

"Of course I knew the stock price would continue to rise in the days after the 16th, because that's the result of my analysis. The stock market isn't for everyone; it's influenced by politics, military affairs, the economy, and many other factors. It can even be manipulated!"

Zhang Yunhe said, "Some of the people above are indeed good-for-nothings, but you did disobey orders. You thought the stock price would continue to rise on the 17th and in the following days, but what if the stock price plummets on the 17th? You're gambling!"

"Even though you won this time, you can't win every time. Even if you're the banker of a certain stock, you can't guarantee a win!"

"As for your punishment, the Blue Shirts Society has already executed the killing order, so we will not impose any additional punishment. Old Ma, untie him!"

Upon hearing this, Ma Dazhi walked up to Yang Zhicheng and untied the rope.

Yang Zhicheng looked at Zhang Yunhe in confusion and asked, "You're not from the Blue Shirts Society? Then who are you? The underground party?"

"We are the ones who fight the Japanese!" said Zhang Yunhe.

Then Zhang Yunhe said to Ma Dazhi: "Old Ma, give him the money!"

Although Ma Dazhi was confused, he did not question Zhang Yunhe's decision. He walked over and placed the suitcase containing the money in front of Yang Zhicheng.

Yang Zhicheng had just come back from a near-death experience, his back drenched in sweat. He breathed a sigh of relief, but seeing this, he asked with a puzzled look on his face, "What does this mean?"

Zhang Yunhe said, "Didn't you say those people above you are all good-for-nothings who don't understand securities, stocks, or economics? I'll let you do whatever you want. You can take this money and I don't care how you manage it. Whether you go into industry or focus on the stock market, by this time next year, you have to give me $20!"

"Two years from now, you will give me $40, and it will double every year for ten years. We can discuss this further after the ten-year period is up!"

"Take this money and go to Clown Country. No matter how you mess around, I don't care. I just want the money. This money will be used to fight the devils and defend the country!"

"If you make money but don't give it to me, or if you lose everything and end up in ruin, I will kill you. No matter where you run to, I will find you!"

"Since I've asked you to do something, I'll naturally protect you. No matter where you are, if you're being hunted, assassinated, or faced with an unbearable threat, just make this call and we'll solve your problem!"

After saying this, Zhang Yunhe took out a piece of paper with a phone number on it and handed it over.

Yang Zhicheng hesitated and asked, "Can I refuse?"

Zhang Yunhe said, "I don't like forcing others to do things. You have to be willing to do things and you have to enjoy doing them to be motivated. You can refuse and leave now. I promise no one will stop you. But from now on, your life and death will be entirely your own responsibility. It has nothing to do with us!"

Yang Zhicheng took the note. He knew he couldn't refuse. Deep down, he didn't want to refuse. He needed the money, and he believed in his talent and analytical judgment in stocks. Submitting a doubling amount every year might be a difficult problem for others, but for him, he was confident that as long as he had this capital, he could earn more.