Espionage: I became sworn brothers with Zheng Yaoxian at the beginning, and became the Seventh Broth

Chapter 362 The Intent to Kill Arises

Three days later.

Outside the Tian Shou Casino, next to a fruit stall, Ye Shaohong was selecting seasonal fruits.

Dull footsteps sounded.

Zhuang Yifan, dressed in a black silk short-sleeved outfit, walked over while muttering curses to himself.

Upon seeing Zhuang Yifan, the fruit stall owner's expression immediately changed.

"Master Zhuang!"

"Try a pineapple, it just arrived today."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fruit vendor had already carefully selected the best-looking pineapple from the stall, then lifted his apron and vigorously wiped it. He then revealed a fawning expression, raised his hands high, and handed it to Zhuang Yifan.

Zhuang Yifan didn't refuse. He raised his hand and swept the pineapple from the stall owner's hand.

He opened his mouth and took a bite, and fresh juice spurted out from the corner of his mouth.

"Mmm, sweet!"

"Old Zhang, get me two more. I'll take them to the eldest brother later so he can have a taste too."

While munching on a pineapple, Zhuang Yifan mumbled instructions.

As soon as he finished speaking, a troubled look immediately appeared on the face of the fruit stall owner, Old Zhang. But after a brief moment of hesitation, Old Zhang gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement.

However, his hands still trembled uncontrollably as he picked up the pineapple.

That's normal. Life in Shanghai is tough these days. A fruit vendor sets up a stall here, works hard all day, and after deducting losses, he can barely make ends meet.

Pineapples are also a fruit imported from Taiwan.

High price and hard to find.

Normally, he wouldn't even give one of his own children to him. If, as Zhuang Yifan said, he packed up several and sent them to Chen Hui, then his day's work would have been for nothing.

But he didn't dare to refuse.

After all, if you want to make a living in Shanghai, especially on the streets, you will inevitably come into contact with gangsters.

Zhuang Yifan happens to be a trusted disciple of Chen Hui, the boss.

He could only respect and fear them.

Seeing the timid look on Old Man Zhang's face at the fruit stall, Zhuang Yifan shook his head, reached into his pocket, took out a silver dollar, and tossed it onto the fruit stall. "Look at how cowardly you are."

"I said I wanted to take a few to try, it's not like I'm not going to pay you."

"Take it."

"I'll go to the general store up ahead and buy a pack of cigarettes. You pick out a few for me, and I'll come back later."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Yifan turned around and walked towards the street corner with crab-like steps, shaking his head.

Throughout the entire process, he never made eye contact or exchanged glances with Ye Shaohong.

However, their intelligence exchange has already come to an end.

As Zhuang Yifan left, Ye Shaohong finished selecting the fruit he wanted to buy, paid the money, and then turned and left the street corner.

After walking two more streets, Ye Shaohong finally saw Zhuang Yifan in a secluded corner.

"Son!"

"Okay, let's go inside and talk." Hearing Zhuang Yifan's words, Ye Shaohong continued walking forward without stopping.

Finally, we arrived at the corner of the alley.

A deserted corner.

Only then did Zhuang Yifan finish observing the surroundings and follow them over.

"How's the situation?"

"Did you find out the information I asked you to gather?"

Ye Shaohong came here today with only one main purpose: to check on the results of Zhuang Yifan's actions.

The task I assigned to Zhuang Yifan a few days ago is now coming to an end.

"I found it."

“The underground smuggling market in Shanghai is very chaotic now, with dozens of smugglers of all sizes.”

"Among them, the three most powerful were Tom Rick, the deputy envoy of the American embassy in Shanghai, the Black Dragon Society of the Japanese Concession, and Chen Moqun, the deputy director of the Chinese police station."

"Besides these three forces, various gangs in Shanghai also participated in underground smuggling activities to varying degrees."

"Chen Hui also got involved."

When discussing the underground smuggling business, Zhuang Yifan not only gave a brief overview but also couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration.

obviously.

In the process of gathering information, he also learned from others how lucrative underground smuggling was, and the enormous sums of money deeply impacted his past beliefs.

"The Deputy Ambassador of the United States, the Black Dragon Society of Japan, and the Deputy Chief of the Police Department in the Chinese-controlled area?"

"Good guy."

"These three forces are not easy to provoke." Ye Shaohong narrowed his eyes, secretly assessing the power balance of the three forces. In the end, he gave up the idea of ​​immediately taking their place.

They then turned their attention back to Chen Hui.

"Have you found out anything about Chen Hui's situation?"

“His network of connections, the manpower he can mobilize, and the location of his underground vault.”

Ye Shaohong has just entered Shanghai and his foundation is not yet stable. He also lacks manpower and resources. Even if he wants to make a big splash, he has many concerns.

On the contrary, Chen Hui, a nobody, is more suitable for him to enter the game and make arrangements in advance.

"Of course I found out."

"Chen Hui is a disciple of the Jue generation of the Green Gang, and the old man who pays respects to him is Zhang Xiaolin, a big shot of the Wu generation. However, he is not favored by Zhang Xiaolin."

"Having joined the association more than ten years ago, the territory he now governs is only a small area on Fourth Road."

"Therefore, his network of connections is not very deep."

"And the number of people he can mobilize, including the security guards at Tian Shou Casino, is only about thirty."

"Among them, only seven or eight could be considered his trusted henchmen."

"As for his underground vault, to be honest, he doesn't really have one. Chen Hui is greedy and lustful. Most of the money he earned from the Tian Shou Gambling House was spent on women. I estimate that he currently has at most eight to ten thousand silver dollars at his disposal."

When asked about his current boss, Zhuang Yifan was quite disdainful. In his opinion, Chen Hui had the backing of three of Shanghai's top tycoons, yet he was still struggling to make ends meet on the streets, which was a sign of his lack of ambition.

His greed and lustful nature further limited Chen Hui's potential for advancement.

In the eyes of ordinary people, someone like him could indeed be considered a figure of importance, but Zhuang Yifan was different.

After being released from Jinling South City Prison, he followed Ye Shaohong around, doing errands and tasks.

The people he met and the broadened horizons he gained were completely different.

To Zhuang Yifan, Chen Hui was at most a street thug with slightly better luck, not worth following and pledging allegiance to.

"Oh?"

"I never would have guessed that guy was a disciple of the Intelligence Jue generation."

"But this is fine."

“That old bastard Zhang Xiaolin has long shown signs of betraying the country and collaborating with the enemy, and his deeds have been recorded in the Special Service Department.”

“Chen Hui, as his disciple, is also a disappointment, so there’s no need to keep him alive.” “Let’s get rid of him tonight.”