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

The following day, Lin Yi got up late as usual.

After quickly tidying up and going downstairs, Uncle Nan, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately came to greet me.

"Young Master, Zhang Xiaolin is dead."

"Oh?"

Lin Yi then feigned surprise: "Sudden death from an illness?"

"No, he was shot and killed last night at the Mei Lin Theater."

As he spoke, Uncle Nan sighed, "He was quite a powerful figure, but who would have thought that he could be eliminated so easily?"

"However, a man of the martial world dies in the martial world, so he died a worthy death."

Lin Yi smiled and said, "Now that he's dead, our troubles are over, right?"

Uncle Nan nodded: "I'll go find Cui Sihai later and finish this matter up."

"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Nan. Nothing else matters. The most important thing is to bring Lin Fang back."

"Yes."

Uncle Nan agreed, then asked, "What does the young master intend to do with him?"

"Let's figure out what happened to my father first, and then... the Huangpu River."

Hearing Lin Yi's words, still convinced that Lin Fang and Lin Andao were connected, Uncle Nan's brows furrowed imperceptibly.

Then he said, "Drowning him in the Huangpu River would be appropriate, but how will we explain it to Shandong Province?"

"The gentleman is a family man, and he doesn't want to be criticized behind his back."

"Simply say that he contracted a sexually transmitted disease due to his improper behavior and died from it."

"Because they were afraid of contracting this dirty disease, they burned it."

Lin Yi casually offered a suggestion.

After thinking about it, Uncle Nan thought this method was quite good.

They couldn't very well publicize such a shameful thing.

When you come to Shanghai, just make some arrangements.

If they insist on returning to their roots, then let them take some ashes back with them.

Just then, the maid came in and said that breakfast was ready.

Lin Yi and Uncle Nan walked towards the restaurant together, and Lin Yi asked as they walked, "By the way, Uncle Nan, who killed Zhang Xiaolin? Is there any news outside?"

"It is still unclear who the mastermind is. We only heard that the gunman who wanted him dead was lying in ambush backstage at the Mei Lin Theater."

"I heard that the gunman was dressed as Dou Erdun. When he jumped out, no one was able to react."

"Then I heard him sing 'I am ordered to take your life,' and he shot Zhang Xiaolin in the head with a single shot."

"And when they left, they even took Zhang Xiaolin's skull."

As he said this, Uncle Nan couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He rubbed his lower back and said, "I really can't understand what kind of fetish this gunman has."

Lin Yi smiled and shook his head.

Being abnormal means doing amazing things is normal.

As he was grumbling to himself, the protagonist of the story walked into the restaurant with dark circles under his eyes.

Seeing Fang Chang's appearance, Lin Yi knew that he probably hadn't slept all night.

Fang Chang was completely dumbfounded after he mentioned Chiang Kai-shek's name last night.

He left without uttering a final utterance.

He bumped into the door frame as he went out, looking completely distracted.

"morning."

Lin Yi greeted him with a smile.

Fang Chang nodded, walked over and sat down next to Lin Yi. After glancing expressionlessly at Uncle Nan, he turned to Lin Yi and asked, "What you said last night was true?"

"It's better to be prepared, you never know when we might have to come to this point."

"Okay, I agree then."

Lin Yi chuckled, guessing that someone like Fang Chang, who pursued perfection, would definitely not be able to resist the temptation of killing Chiang Kai-shek.

"Let's eat first, and we can discuss this matter properly later."

The few words the two exchanged were disjointed and left Uncle Nan completely bewildered.

However, he is not the kind of person who is very curious.

Moreover, Lin Yi's performance up to this stage has given him a deep understanding of Lin Yi's abilities.

Young Master is destined for great things.

So he doesn't have to worry about anything he needs to do.

After the meal, Uncle Nan went out to run errands.

Lin Yi then took Fang Chang upstairs to the study to discuss the assassin team.

This is not his forte.

As to how to train specifically, we can only refer to some concepts learned from spy dramas.

For example, infiltration, disguise, and various ways of creating opportunities without leaving a trace.

However, despite these things, what he said was only vague and unfounded.

But Fang Chang listened with great interest, occasionally revealing an expression of sudden realization.

Lin Yi racked his brains and shared everything he knew, leaving him with a dry mouth and throat.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip of water, and said, "That's about it. When you're training your people, just keep your efforts in this direction."

"As for the specifics of how to do it, figure it out yourself."

"We need to think about it carefully."

Fang Chang nodded, then suddenly laughed and said, "How exactly is your brain structured? How do you know so much?"

A sudden chill ran down Lin Yi's spine, and he subconsciously touched the top of his head, saying, "Let me add one more thing: as a top assassin, the highest level is to kill without leaving a trace."

"So Lao Fang, you need to change your habits, especially those weird habits like twisting your neck and flipping your skull. Try to avoid them in the future."

"I try my best."

Fang Chang readily agreed and stood up, saying, "Then I'll go and think about this matter carefully."

"Yes, we can recruit people when we have some free time. We can recruit people and figure things out at the same time, so nothing gets delayed."

After sending Fang Chang away, Lin Yi stretched.

Then I opened the drawer, ready to revise the bicycle project proposal that I had already drafted.

Now that we've resolved Zhang Xiaolin's problem, it's time to get back on track and move forward with the loan.

However, the moment his hand touched the project proposal, the system's crisp voice rang in his mind.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully establishing a national brand – Feng Hua Bicycles, and for receiving the system reward – Analysis Upgrade Ability 2!"

The reward came unexpectedly, without any warning.

Lin Yi was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly started flipping through a stack of newspapers on his desk.

These were all delivered to the study by the servants early this morning.

He was so busy talking to Fang Chang that he hadn't had a chance to look at it yet.

At this moment, after flipping through the newspapers, he indeed saw that the major newspapers he had notified yesterday had all published the news of Zhang Xiaolin's assassination.

They devoted a considerable amount of space to writing about Lin Yi providing insider information.

Moreover, just as Lin Yi had predicted, all of these articles boldly speculated that Zhang Xiaolin's death was very likely related to the Fenghua bicycles that Renlu had vandalized a few days earlier.

After a quick glance, Lin Yi smiled.

He roughly grasped the standards for the system to recognize national brands.

One of them is definitely brand recognition.

With these articles published, the name Feng Hua Bicycles must now be known to everyone in Shanghai...