Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

Chapter 160 Like Father, Like Son

When Wang Xuesen got home, it was already past 10 p.m.

As soon as the door opened, Su Wanjia quickly came out of the living room to greet her.

She was wearing a light-colored bathrobe, her hair was loosely tied up, but there was no sign of sleepiness on her face.

"Xuesen!"

She grabbed Wang Xuesen's arm, looked him up and down, and her voice became urgent: "I heard that a lot of people died at the Gengxin Grand Stage tonight, are you alright?"

Wang Xuesen entered the room, loosened his shirt collar, slumped onto the sofa, and let out a long sigh: "I'm fine."

In today's round, compared to Li Shiqun, he is the biggest winner.

With the deaths of Yu Yefeng and his nephew, the drug distribution channels were successfully returned to their control.

Having escaped death, Zhang Xiaolin will surely cleanse his own family, and the Fan family's line is definitely in trouble.

Most importantly, Qingfu's move tonight was a direct hit to the heart of Zhang Xiaolin's group.

Zhang Fayao, that idiot, only knows how to drink and womanize, but now he's suddenly become a hero who saved his father.

No matter how shrewd Zhang Xiaolin was, he couldn't resist the surprise of his son's sudden enlightenment.

After this battle, Zhang Xiaolin will definitely help Zhang Fayao take over the business.

With Zhang Fayao's abilities, isn't he completely at the mercy of Qingfu and Liu Fabao?

Once Zhang Xiaolin dies, the fattest piece of meat from the Zhang family's mess will eventually fall into our own bowl.

Thinking of this, Wang Xuesen finally felt a little better.

pity.

Liu Zhongwen is not dead.

Such a good opportunity, and that old dog actually chased after it.

The fate of the fourth brother is still unknown.

This is what truly upsets him.

Seeing the change in his expression, Su Wanjia gently sat back down beside him.

"Stop frowning, what's wrong?"

Wang Xuesen slowly sat up straight and asked, "Wan'er, has Lao Du arranged for someone?"

Su Wanjia nodded: "I called Lao Du as you instructed."

"But tonight is too sensitive. Someone died at the New Stage, and the police and 76 are on the move outside. I was afraid of arousing suspicion, so I didn't dare to go to the store to ask about the specific situation."

Wang Xuesen reached out and pinched her cheek, smiling indulgently, "You did the right thing."

"It is precisely at times like these that you must not move around recklessly."

"It seems my wife has learned to think things through now."

"Ugh, I've always been very cautious, okay?" Wanjia rolled her eyes at him.

On his way back, Wang Xuesen had already called Wang Tianmu when he passed a public phone booth.

Wang Tianmu sent two skilled men to provide backup.

If Mr. Du's people can also make contact, the fourth brother has a very good chance of surviving.

No matter how skilled Liu Zhongwen is, he's not a god.

Moreover, Liu Zhongwen has revealed his hand today, which will give Wang Xuesen more confidence in dealing with him in the future.

He can dodge one or two bullets, and he can also dodge sniper rifles and grenades?

I'm afraid the old dog will back down and stay at No. 76 and never come out again.

Su Wanjia, standing to the side, felt a pang of sadness as she looked at Wang Xuesen's slightly furrowed brows.

In other people's eyes, Wang Xuesen was rich and carefree.

But only she knew that he was walking on a knife's edge with every step he took.

Li Shiqun suspected him.

Wang Jingwei investigated him.

Boss Dai took advantage of him.

Now there's another cunning Liu Zhongwen.

Being a student is really tough.

Wang Xuesen suddenly asked, "Where's Xiaomin?"

"Xiaomin?" Su Wanjia was taken aback for a moment, then said, "When I saw you call back, I knew something big must have happened tonight, so I sent her home."

"It just so happens that she hasn't gone back to visit for a while."

Wang Xuesen's eyes immediately lit up.

He looked up at Su Wanjia and said with a smile, "My wife understands me best."

Su Wanjia became alert upon seeing his expression.

Why are you smiling so mischievously?

Wang Xuesen leaned back on the sofa, striking a pose like an old man.

"Whoa!"

"I'm getting a bit angry right now."

Su Wanjia's face flushed, and she said coquettishly, "Then—you go take a shower first."

Wang Xuesen glared at her: "Damn it, I got punched by Liu Zhongwen outside today and almost got hacked to death by the Annamese. I finally got home, can't I even be an emperor for a bit?"

"What are you washing?"

"I lost interest after washing it."

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Su Wanjia was both embarrassed and angry, and pinched his arm: "You really have no manners."

Wang Xuesen cried out in pain and deliberately slumped onto the sofa, saying, "It hurts, my chest hurts."

"Liu Zhongwen hit me and you didn't feel bad, but you even pinched me."

Su Wanjia knew he was faking it, but she couldn't bear to take action against him again.

She bit her lip and glared at him.

"Alright, alright, you're the emperor, is that settled?"

She leaned closer, obediently knelt down, and untied his belt.

A dozen minutes later.

Wang Xuesen leaned back on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief.

He reached out and pinched Su Wanjia's chin, deliberately meowing like a cat: "Meow meow meow."

"Big tabby cat."

Su Wanjia picked up a handkerchief to wipe her face, then angrily threw it at his face: "Bastard!"

"Serving you only results in you laughing at me."

"I'll go complain to Lao Du later and tell him that you never pay attention to hygiene or health."

Wang Xuesen quickly turned his head away, saying, "Hey, don't flinch."

Su Wanjia chuckled.

You're a pro at tormenting others, but you're quick to complain about your own things.

Wang Xuesen said seriously, "How can they be the same?"

As he spoke of this, Li Lu inexplicably flashed into his mind.

That little darling is truly obedient, acting like an emperor or an ancestor.

Su Wanjia noticed his gaze flicker, and immediately narrowed her eyes, asking, "What are you thinking about?"

Seeing her alluring gaze, Wang Xuesen coughed lightly and said, "I'm thinking about national affairs."

"The situation in Shanghai is critical, and the nation is in peril. We should not be indulging in personal feelings."

Su Wanjia almost laughed out of anger: "Come on, don't be ridiculous."

She reached out and pulled Wang Xuesen up, "Go take a shower quickly."

Wang Xuesen fell backward, pretending to be a dead fish.

"Oh dear, it's getting late, I'm tired."

"How about tomorrow?"

Su Wanjia wasn't buying it. She bent down and picked him up in her arms, saying, "You wish."

She playfully kissed him on the cheek: "Baby, be good, listen to me."

As she carried Wang Xuesen towards the bathroom, he immediately began cursing, "Damn it!"

"So you've turned the tables on the Heavenly Spirits, haven't you?"

"I'll spank you until your butt is a pulp, and then you'll be begging for mercy."

Su Wanjia blushed shyly, but she wasn't afraid of him at all. Instead, she hugged him even tighter: "You'd better not beg for mercy from your grandma later."

Zhang Mansion.

The front hall was brightly lit, and the banquet continued until late at night.

Zhang Xiaolin, having narrowly escaped death, was naturally extremely grateful to Sakurai and Okamura.

Not only were they treated to fine wine and food, but they also gave him a generous sum of money as a parting gift.

After the Japanese convoy left, Zhang Xiaolin walked into the courtyard with his hands behind his back.

A night breeze blew, and his drunkenness subsided somewhat, revealing a layer of cold sweat on his back.

If Sakurai hadn't shown up tonight, he would have died on the New Stage.

Once the poisoned wine is swallowed, no matter how glorious he was, he is nothing more than a corpse.

"Father!"

Zhang Fayao personally carried over a teacup and respectfully said, "I've had some tea brewed to cleanse your palate."

"You have indigestion, drink some while it's hot."

Zhang Xiaolin turned to look at his son, and for the first time, there was no disgust in his eyes, but rather a hint of surprise.

In the past, this kid relied on the Zhang family's reputation to indulge in all sorts of vices, including eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring.

Zhang Xiaolin had tried to scold him and even hit him, but in the end, it was no use.

He had even long believed that if his son could retain 20% of the Zhang family's legacy, it would be a blessing from their ancestors.

But tonight, Zhang Fayao surprised him, as if he had grown up overnight.

"Um."

Zhang Xiaolin took the teacup, took a sip, and put it back on the stone table.

"Fa Yao".

"You saved your father today."

Zhang Fayao quickly lowered his head: "Your son dares not claim credit."

"Father is my only family in this world. Even if it costs me my life, I will save you."

In the past, Zhang Xiaolin would have ignored these words.

But tonight is different.

Zhang Fayao really did invite Sakurai.

Zhang Xiaolin patted his shoulder, his tone unusually gentle: "Chief of Staff Sakurai told me."

"If you hadn't called for help in time, I would probably be at Yu Yefeng's hands today."

He paused, then his gaze sharpened: "I'm curious, how did you convince Sakurai?"

"Given Yu Yefeng's cunning, since he dared to set up this trap, he must have already made arrangements with Sakurai beforehand."

"What method did you use to get that old Japanese devil to change his mind?"

Zhang Fayao's heart tightened.

This set of words was something Qingfu had taught him in advance.

Before we came, Qingfu repeatedly told us not to show any weakness or to say that it was someone else's idea.

Zhang Fayao took a deep breath and tried to appear calm: "I gave him five thousand US dollars."

Five thousand US dollars?

Zhang Xiaolin frowned, feeling a pang of pain: "Just give me the money?"

"Just giving money isn't enough," Zhang Fayao shook his head.

"Since Yu Yefeng has already given the money, Sakurai might not turn against him for five thousand US dollars."

"So his son told him that Yu Yefeng and Ding Mocun were secretly cooperating with Nomura Masakazu of the Navy to prepare to establish a new intelligence agency."

"As you know, the Army and Navy have never been on good terms."

Even if Sakurai is greedy, he can still distinguish between what's important and what's not.

Zhang Xiaolin was taken aback after hearing this.

Then, he threw his head back and burst into laughter: "Hahahaha!"

Zhang Fayao felt guilty and asked cautiously, "Father, was it me—did I do something wrong?"

Zhang Xiaolin waved his hand, his face full of satisfaction: "No."

"No!"

"I laugh at the world for being blind to truth."

"Everyone laughs at my Zhang family, a tiger father and a dog son."

"Little do they know, my son is a top student who studied abroad!"

"The roc spreads its wings for ninety thousand miles."

"When they do make a move, it's always a massive, earth-shattering one."

"My son, Fa Yao, possesses the talents of Zhang Yi and Su Qin!"

"The Green Gang has hope! The Zhang family's great cause has a successor!"

Zhang Fayao blushed from the praise.

Throughout his life, the words he heard most often from Zhang Xiaolin were "good-for-nothing," "idiot," and "spendthrift."

Have you ever heard such a thing before?

An unprecedented heat surged up from my chest.

So this is what it feels like to be valued by your father.

So this is what it feels like to be in power.

He was secretly pleased with himself.

Qingfu is indeed a capable man.

Liu Fabao was also loyal.

With these two generals by my side, I might just be able to accomplish something great.

Zhang Fayao's expression turned solemn: "Father, I dare not accept the titles of Zhang Yi and Su Qin."

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"But from now on, your son will work hard and never let you down."

Zhang Xiaolin became more and more satisfied as he looked at it. "Good."

"This is my son, Zhang Xiaolin."

Taking advantage of the situation, Zhang Fayao said, "Father, I would like to ask you for something."

Zhang Xiaolin's gaze sharpened.

"What?"

Zhang Fayao straightened his back and said, word by word, "My son wants to control the major branches of the Green Gang, as well as the important businesses of the Zhang family."

The courtyard suddenly fell silent.

Zhang Xiaolin stared into his son's eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Tell me."

Zhang Fayao felt much more at ease.

Qingfu taught him that as long as the old man was willing to let him speak, it was half done.

Nothing more.

"My son has figured it out."

"You can't rely on any outsiders."

"My father spent his life risking his life, building up a vast empire. How could we let it fall into the hands of thieves?"

"I am not talented, but I am willing to share my father's burdens."

That's not entirely untrue.

Tonight on the New Stage, he witnessed firsthand how ruthless Yu Yefeng and his nephew were, and how those usually obsequious gang leaders turned on him.

At that moment, he was truly afraid.

If my father dies, how many more days can I enjoy my glory?

At that time, all those uncles and brothers outside will turn into wolves.

Wealth and glory can be taken advantage of and wiped out in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Xiaolin asked in a deep voice, "Taking over an enterprise is not about eating and drinking."

What are your plans?

Zhang Fayao immediately said, "One hand holds a big stick, the other holds honey."

"The Fan Huichun brothers and Yu faction were investigated and prosecuted under the pretext of reselling military supplies, with the help of the Japanese."

"They've already drawn their swords tonight; they must not be allowed to live."

"As for their managers and other branches, as long as they are willing to submit, their past actions will be forgiven."

"First, stabilize the situation and prevent the Green Gang from descending into chaos."

"Once my son's team is fully established, I'll gradually replace key positions with my own people."

"In this way, we can both deter those above and below us and make those below feel grateful."

"Only with the Zhang family's business can it thrive for a hundred years."

Zhang Xiaolin was truly shocked this time.

He looked at Zhang Fayao as if he were seeing this son for the first time.

"Fa Yao".

"Are these really things you thought yourself?"

Zhang Fayao's heart skipped a beat, but he pretended to be calm and said, "I won't hide it from Father."

"My son kept thinking about this the whole way back from the theater."

"These are just some basic ideas; please give me your guidance, Father."

Zhang Xiaolin walked up to Zhang Fayao and patted him heavily on the shoulder: "Okay."

"OK!"

"With such insight from my son, the Zhang family will prosper for a hundred years."

"Starting tomorrow, I will personally assist you in carrying out this task."

"Let's start with the Fan brothers from Nanshi. We must make sure those two brothers go and keep Yu Yefeng company."

Zhang Fayao was overjoyed and quickly bowed his head, saying, "Thank you for your kind words, Father."

"Fayao will definitely achieve something so that his father can enjoy his old age in peace."

Early the next morning.

Wang Xuesen sat at the dining table eating breakfast. He had been up and about all night, and his back was still a little sore when he got up this morning.

It has to be said that the stamina monster is quite troublesome.

Su Wanjia was radiant, and her eyes held a hint of smugness as she looked at him:

Wang Xuesen took a sip of porridge and glanced at her: "Miss Su, you went a bit too far last night."

Su Wanjia smiled, pursing her lips: "Who told you to be so stubborn?"

Just as Wang Xuesen was about to retort, the phone rang suddenly.

He got up and walked to the phone: "It's me."

A deep, smug voice came from the other end of the phone: "Brother, have you heard?"

Wang Xuesen had long since figured out his tactics, and regardless of whether he knew it or not, he blurted out, "I've heard about it."

"Oh?"

"Is he/she dead?"

"clear."

"I'll invite Director Hu for tea later."

He hung up the phone and returned to the dining table.

Su Wanjia held the bowl of porridge and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

"Liu Zhongwen was seriously injured and is currently receiving treatment at Renji Hospital," Wang Xuesen said.

Su Wanjia's eyes lit up immediately: "That's great!"

"Did Lao Du and Wang Tianmu's men succeed?"

"It's possible," Wang Xuesen said.

At this point, his expression turned even more serious: "However, we cannot be careless."

"If Liu Zhongwen were to die, that would be a wonderful thing."

"But as long as they're not dead, it doesn't necessarily mean they're really injured."

"That old dog is cunning and treacherous."

Su Wanjia frowned.

"He's already in the hospital, how could he possibly cheat?"

Wang Xuesen picked up a steamed bun, took a bite, and chewed slowly: "When others go to the hospital, that's just going to the hospital."

"Liu Zhongwen went to the hospital, possibly to treat his injuries, or he might have been fishing."

"His pleasure wasn't in stabbing me to death, but in enjoying the cat-and-mouse game."

"To put it another way, even if I handed him the knife right now, he might not kill me."

"What he really wants is to uncover my identity."

"Then let Li Shiqun see it clearly with his own eyes."

Su Wanjia felt a chill run down her spine: "Are you still going to number 76 today?"

Wang Xuesen smiled and said, "Of course I'll go. What does it matter to me whether he lives or dies? Anyway, I've completed my mission."

"Not only do we have to go to work."

"I've managed to find some time; I, as a colleague, still need to go and offer my condolences."

Su Wanjia glared at him.

After saying that, he put down his chopsticks, got up, walked to the coat rack, and picked up his suit jacket.

Su Wanjia followed him and straightened his collar: "The situation is so chaotic right now, you have to be careful in everything you do."

"Yes, you too. Don't go to Lao Du's place for the next couple of days. Instead, spend more time playing cards with Mrs. Okamura," Wang Xuesen advised.

"Understood." Su Wanjia nodded.

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