The dinner in the residence is very simple. In order to avoid being discovered, Zhang Feng and his group of 15 people ate all the meals made by Wang Yong. The chef skills played a role at this moment. This guy worked so hard and wanted to take all his skills. Show it to Zhang Feng.
As everyone knows, the consequence of this is that Zhang Feng will completely treat him as a chef.
"Lao Wang, after you retire, you can come to my house as a chef, how about it?" Zhang Feng wiped his mouth, very satisfied with Wang Yong's craftsmanship.
"Huh?" Wang Yong's expectant expression directly froze on his face, blood gradually surged and his face turned red.
His attempt to curry favor with Zhang Feng was to climb upwards, from the ordinary Jianzi cousin (intelligence officer) to promotion, with the master of the door to help speak, and to be the district supervisor of the subordinate district, it should be no problem.
Who ever thought that he would be a cook for the master
Although there are many benefits to be a cook for the master, you may be able to save the country and become the regional director, but... to speak of it, the reputation is not good.
"Why, no?" Zhang Feng asked with a smile.
"No, no." Wang Yong's expression was bitter, and he quickly explained: "Sect Master, I just want to, can you please tell me and transfer me back to headquarters. I am forty-five this year. I really don't have much energy. Continue to do field work."
Zhang Feng stared at him for a while and smiled leisurely.
If Wang Yong had no request at all, Zhang Feng would not care about him if he was hiding it, but Zhang Feng would have some appreciation for him when the matter was opened up.
If something is straightforward, it shows that Wang Yong is quite convinced of the sect master in his heart, which Zhang Feng valued very much.
"This time the matter is over, I will talk to Hall Master Chen of Jianzitang, let him give you a chance for an assessment, whether you can transfer back to the headquarters, it depends on your ability." Zhang Feng said lightly.
As a sect master, the rules should not be broken casually. It is enough to give Wang Yong a chance.
"Much... Thank you, the master!"
Wang Yong clasped his fists in excitement and performed a very standard martial arts ceremony.
This guy is also a warrior.
Zhang Feng said in a secret voice, he hadn't noticed that Wang Yong had martial arts before. It can be seen that the hidden skills of the disciples of Jian Zitang are more powerful than each.
In fact, the disciples of Jianzitang are all engaged in intelligence work.
If the martial arts cannot be concealed, it is easy to be discovered.
After dinner, Song Chunyu arranged for his disciples to work shifts to watch the night. It was just dark when someone knocked on the door of the residence.
Wang Yong ran to the door to respond, but Ding Xiaoshan was the one who came.
"Are you... Ding Xiaoshan?"
Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Zhang Feng was stunned when he saw the people walking in.
The guy standing in the middle of the living room has a fat face and a bad complexion, but there is not much meat on his body. The worn suit on his body is crumpled, like a white-collar employee who has been fired, or he was thrown by the boss after being drunk by a bar. The kind who slept all night in the alley.
"Hey... The master, isn't it just me." Ding Xiaoshan put on a dog-leg appearance, walked quickly to the front of the coffee table, and took the initiative to pour tea to Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng readily accepted, and pointed to the single sofa next to him.
Ding Xiaoshan hurriedly sat down, Yu Guang scanned the situation in the living room, and saw that there was only one disciple of Chunyu squadron who was guarding the window, he said in a very small voice: "The sect master, the situation of the Black Tiger Gang, can I check it out? less."
"Call Wang Yong in." Zhang Feng nodded.
The disciple guarding the window quickly ran out of the living room and called Wang Yong in. Then the disciple drew the curtains before leaving the living room.
Wang Yong didn't dare to make a sofa, so he moved a small bench and sat on the opposite side of the coffee table, pretending to listen carefully.
Zhang Feng glanced at the two of them and said: "Shan Xiao, you first talk about the situation of the Black Tiger Gang, Lao Wang, listen carefully, and you will add later."
The two agreed together.
Then, Ding Xiaoshan used a very small voice to elaborate on the situation of the Black Tiger Gang.
The black tiger gang’s main control area is San Fernando City. The boss is the bald head who attacked the hotel. His name is Nanliu. His ancestors are Chinese, and he is mixed for generations. Now he is no different from the locals. He has always been ordinary civilians and ranked sixth at home. , The whole family is involved in the business of South Six.
The "business" in Nanliu's hands, except for controlling the port, is basically invisible, nightclubs, casinos, underground brothels, and even human trafficking. In San Fernando, stomping can make the city tremble.
Nanliu has been in the society since he was young, and he is a man of righteousness, but his character is fierce.
, All the opponents were killed by him, even the family did not let go...
"You have investigated so much in one day, and your intelligence capabilities are good." After listening, Zhang Feng praised.
Ding Xiaoshan touched his head and smirked a few times. A shrewd man knows how to indulge in a leader.
Zhang Feng smiled and looked at Wang Yong, "Pharaoh, you can add it."
Wang Yong quickly got up and thought for a while before he said: "Secretary Ding’s intelligence is all about the general aspects. Let me just talk about some details. We are in San Fernando City. One of the key points of gathering intelligence is the black society. "
Next, he talked about the number and location of the industries operated by the Black Tiger Gang, focusing on brothels. The women in this place were basically sold, and there were people from all countries, and their lives were miserable.
"Pharaoh, listen to what you mean, this Nanliu, can't you stay?" Zhang Feng asked in a deep voice.
Wang Yong looked indignant and said: "The population business is in backward countries, and the situation is similar, but Nanliu has done a little too much. Those women, who are ill, have physical problems, are all put into petrol cans by him. , I brought the cement and threw it into the sea!"
"So cruel?" Ding Xiaoshan exclaimed.
Wang Yong didn't say a word, took out a cigarette and lit one for himself.
Zhang Feng took the cigarette case, drew out a cigarette, held it in his mouth for a long time before igniting it with a lighter. As the smoke was puffed, he said indifferently: “It’s revenge anyway, and it’s okay to save some people. You find a way to arrange for them to leave the ***, those who can be sent home send them home, and those who don’t want to, let Shangzitang arrange their places.
Shang Zitang controlled the Dark Night Group and wanted to house a few women with ease.
Hearing this, Wang Yong immediately knelt on one knee, thanking Zhang Feng for his kindness on behalf of the miserable women.
"Get up, I'm also accumulating virtue for myself." Zhang Feng said lightly.
He had no children when he was twenty-seven years old, which made him suspect that he had killed too many people and always wanted to accumulate virtue for himself. However, things kept going and he was always killing people, which made him very entangled.
Set up calmly, Zhang Feng stood up and said solemnly to the two of them: "Pharaoh, early tomorrow morning, you will find a way to help me send a letter to Nanliu. I will declare war on him openly and let him be careful of his own property. !"
(End of this chapter)