People in the Republic of China era began to rise from industry.

The rain has been falling.

Moreover, he was several sizes bigger than when Lin Yi entered the theater.

Under the dim streetlights, raindrops fell like beads.

The rickshaws that had been waiting for customers in front of the theater were now surrounded by the departing audience.

The calls for more money rose and fell, leaving the drivers momentarily at a loss.

Seeing this, a wise person shook his head and braved the rain to walk into the night.

Or they would hurry a few steps and slip into one of the nearby shops that were still open to take shelter from the rain.

The wonton stall on the street corner not far away was packed with people at this time.

The hunched-over boss smiled, his face showing even more wrinkles.

Zhang Xiaolin's car was already parked at the bottom of the steps in front of the theater.

Several bodyguards, holding umbrellas, were scattered around, creating a heavily guarded atmosphere.

He had taken the best seats, and the spectators in the private rooms who came out around the same time as Lin Yi could only tiptoe a few more steps to get to their own cars.

Seeing this, Lin Yi smiled.

He said to Ah Sheng, "I'm hungry, let's have a bowl of wontons."

"I'm going to grab a seat."

Ah Sheng responded and shrank his neck, rushing into the rain.

When Lin Yi walked over with his umbrella, he had already taken up an empty seat.

"Young master, there are too many people, we can only share a table."

"It's okay."

Lin Yi didn't care.

When I sat down, I apologized to the guests who were sharing the table.

The two people smiled at him, not minding at all.

At this moment, Lin Yi also recognized the two of them.

One of them was Boss Fan, who had just walked out of the private room with Zhang Xiaolin.

Both of them looked worried and, after giving Lin Yi a forced smile, began to speak in hushed tones.

“Mr. Fan, Zhang Xiaolin’s conditions are too harsh.”

“Once we accept, even if Professor Hou succeeds in the end, we are afraid we will lose our say in Yongli.”

Mr. Fan sighed: "If we don't accept his investment, not only will Professor Hou's research be unable to continue, but Yongli won't be able to hold on for long either."

"So even if we know it's poison, we probably have to swallow it first, at least to buy some time."

After a moment of silence, his companion said, "How about we talk to Song Wenchang again? With Zhang Xiaolin's situation, maybe he'll back down."

The two spoke very softly, and Lin Yi, sitting to the side, could only catch a few words intermittently.

This included Song Wenchang.

He knew Song Wenchang; he was Chiang Kai-shek's brother-in-law.

Just a few days ago, I saw in the newspaper that he was concurrently serving as the Minister of Finance of the National Government while holding the position of President of the National Government Bank.

So when Lin Yi heard the two mention Song Wenchang, he couldn't help but feel a little curious while waiting for his wontons.

He was able to contact Zhang Xiaolin and also had connections with Song Wenchang.

These two people in front of me are no ordinary businessmen.

What's even more surprising is that it could be of interest to both Zhang Xiaolin and Song Wenchang.

"It might not be that easy."

Mr. Fan shook his head with a worried look on his face.

Seeing this, his companion said, "It's always good to give it a try..."

Before he could finish speaking, chaos suddenly broke out at the entrance of the Meilin Theater not far away.

Shouts and yelling suddenly broke out, and you could vaguely hear someone calling for an ambulance.

The commotion was so loud that customers sitting under the tarpaulin at the wonton stall all turned to look.

Just as everyone except Lin Yi was completely confused, a dark figure ran past the wonton stall and darted into the nearby general store.

"Where's the phone?"

"Hey, Mr. Zhang is in trouble at the Meilin Theater! Someone come quick!"

"What happened? Ask your mother! Someone's coming right now!"

A shout rang out from inside the grocery store, and then the dark figure whose features were indistinct rushed out again.

He probably tripped over the threshold, and with a splash, he fell hard into the rainwater in front of the door.

But at this point, no one was laughing at him.

After a brief silence under the tarpaulin, Mr. Fan and his companion got up and ran towards the Meilin Theater.

Then some people who liked to watch the excitement joined in.

Zhang Xiaolin is flamboyant in his actions, and many people who come to see the opera know that he will be at the Meilin Theater tonight.

With such a commotion, who else could it be but Mr. Zhang who got into trouble?

Some people, fearing trouble, not only refused to watch the spectacle but also stopped eating wontons.

He simply tossed down a small bill, got up, and hurriedly left.

In the blink of an eye, only Lin Yi and his few bodyguards remained at the wonton stall.

This left the stall owner, who was holding two bowls of wontons, completely dumbfounded.

"Boss, shall I go first?"

Lin Yi greeted him with a smile.

The deed has already happened, and given Fang Chang's skill level, the possibility of him making a mistake is extremely small.

With this major matter resolved, Lin Yi was in an excellent mood.

"it is good."

The stall owner, regaining his senses, hurriedly responded and placed two bowls of wontons in front of Lin Yi's table.

After finishing a bowl of wontons, the chill brought by the night rain was somewhat dispelled.

At this time, the area in front of the Mei Lin Theater was still in a state of chaos.

Lin Yi took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, stood up and said to Ah Sheng, who was craning his neck to look around, "Have someone buy a bouquet of flowers to give to Miss Meng to calm her nerves."

"Yes."

……

On the way, I stopped at a public phone booth and made several insider calls to several newspapers.

When Lin Yi returned to Ferguson Road, Fang Chang was already waiting in the study.

Before Lin Yi could even speak as he entered, Fang Chang, who was sitting behind his desk, smiled and pointed to a small cloth bag on the table, saying, "Guess what this is?"

"what?"

As Lin Yi asked the question, he reached out and picked up the cloth bag.

"Hehe, Zhang Xiaolin's skull."

Lin Yi: ...

He slowly put the cloth bag back.

I highly suspect that after this incident, Fang Chang, who used to only enjoy twisting the necks of his targets, will develop a new hobby.

A collector of skullcaps?

"Okay, go to sleep."

After showing off his spoils, Fang Chang stretched and grabbed Zhang Xiaolin by the top of his head, ready to leave.

"Old Fang, sit down and chat for a while."

Lin Yi said, sitting down on the sofa next to him: "Are you interested in forming a team?"

What team?

"Of course it's a team of assassins. You can't keep fighting alone, can you?"

Lin Yi said with a smile.

From a business perspective, the killing of Zhang Xiaolin was a classic example of a high-risk, high-reward business operation.

They only needed to deploy one assassin to take down Zhang Xiaolin, a person who was fully capable of causing him countless troubles and consuming a lot of his energy.

In this era where rule by man far outweighs rule of law, Lin Yi doesn't mind turning this tactic into one of his trump cards.

Just like the military company he planned to establish.

When normal business methods fail, that's when you need to use this trump card.

Moreover, the military company he planned would have a formidable mercenary force.

They need to undergo special training.

Decapitation training is a must, much like the construction of an assassin team.

At this point, it's the perfect time to start with Fang Chang and get things done step by step.

"I'm fine on my own."

Fang Chang shook his head and smiled, "I don't need a team either."

"Tonight's events prove that there are no people I can't handle."

Lin Yi chuckled and leaned forward to ask, "What if the target is Chiang Kai-shek?"

Fang Chang's eyes widened instantly.