Chapter 396
Ten minutes later, Zheng Jirong arrived at the address Louis mentioned before, the Hua'an Building on NJ Road in the French Concession.
He raised his eyes and looked at the tall building in front of him. As the tallest hotel in Shanghai today, it has 9 floors and is 38 meters high. The plane is in the shape of an "I". The main entrance is full of columns and full of Italian decoration style. , looks extremely impressive.
In more than ten years, this place will be renamed the Golden Gate Hotel and become the leading overseas Chinese hotel in the country.
Of course, these are all digressions. Zheng Jirong did not come here to stay in a hotel.
Bi Shucheng and others originally wanted to come together, but Zheng Jirong persuaded them to go back.
Although it is true that the people living here are rich, most of them are Chinese. Isn't it a mental illness to let foreigners not grab such a good opportunity tonight but to grab Chinese.
So, they headed to the mansions of other high-ranking foreigners. According to Zheng Jirong's estimation, their harvest tonight would not be less than two million oceans.
It's a pity that this money is not so easy to take out.
Zheng Jirong smiled slightly, tidied his clothes slightly, opened the door and entered the hotel.
The interior decoration is also extremely luxurious, complementing the majestic appearance. Although it is late at night, there are still two doormen waiting at the door.
Zheng Jirong walked straight to the front desk, ignoring the confused looks of the front desk staff, he pushed open the front desk door and walked in.
"Sir you"
Just as the front desk lady was about to stop her, Peng Yixing pointed a gun at her head. She was immediately so frightened that she trembled all over and dared not speak out.
Zheng Jirong said softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm just checking someone here. I'll leave after checking."
After saying that, he picked up the name list in front of the counter and flipped through a few pages. Perhaps it was because the hotel was too high-end, but the list showed that there were not many guests staying at all, and he didn't see Zhang Wanlin's name after flipping through the pages. name.
Seeing this, he couldn't help but said: "Why is there no Zhang Wanlin's name on it?"
The front desk looked at Peng Yixing, who was holding a gun and looking at him with an indifferent expression, and said cautiously: "Director Zhang does not need to register. He has a private suite on the top floor. He checks in directly every time he comes."
"I see, what's the suite number?"
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At this moment, in the suite upstairs, Zhang Wanlin was looking through the window at the blazing fire not far away with a sad face.
Since the establishment of the concession, rare peace and order have been maintained. Any military actions must be reported to foreigners in advance, and the authority of the patrol house far exceeds that of the Chinese police department.
However, tonight was unusual. Fires broke out in many landmark buildings in the concession at the same time. It was obviously arson, and someone must be behind it to promote something.
Although these fires were obviously aimed at foreigners, for some reason, he still felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.
He turned around and returned to the dining table. On the table was a table of freshly served supper - caviar, foie gras, red wine, everything was available, an authentic French meal.
These days, in order to avoid Zheng Jirong's possible assassination, he could hardly eat to his taste and could not sleep at night. Only in this late night could he have a moment of peace to enjoy this delicious food.
However, when he took a sip of the red wine at hand and his eyes unconsciously fell on the tempting meal, Ding Li's shocking death suddenly appeared in his mind.
The guy who had teamed up with him to bring down Zheng Jirong actually choked to death while eating. The scene of his death published in the newspaper still made him shudder.
When he thought of this, Zhang Wanlin suddenly lost his appetite, and the food in front of him became tasteless.
boom!
At this moment, a gunshot suddenly came from outside the door, and before he could react, the door to the room was kicked open!
A man walked straight towards him.
After seeing the person clearly, Zhang Wanlin's hands holding the red wine glass couldn't help but tremble, and his body couldn't help but shrink back.
"Mr. Zhang, I have admired you for a long time."
With a smile on his face, Zheng Jirong walked directly to the opposite side of Zhang Wanlin, sat down leisurely, then lit a cigarette and said lightly: "Speaking of which, this is the first time we have met."
Zhang Wanlin narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the young and energetic man in front of him. After a while, he managed to squeeze out a smile: "Yes, it is indeed the first time we meet. I didn't expect Mr. Zheng to be so young. He is truly a hero. The future life is to be feared.”
"Hahaha, I'm just a gangster, but I'm far from a hero."
He then changed the topic, pointed to the blazing fire outside the window and said, "I have put a lot of effort into meeting Mr. Zhang tonight. Look outside. If Mr. Zhang had come out of the concession earlier, how could such a fuss have happened?" eventful."
"Did you set these fires?"
Zhang Wanlin stood up in shock and looked at him in disbelief: "Do you know the consequences of doing this? Not to mention Bai Chongxi, even Chiang Kai-shek can't protect you!"
"rest assured."
Zheng Jirong smiled faintly, raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling him to calm down: "The fire was started by deserters from the north. The foreigners who were robbed and beaten to death tonight were also done by deserters under Zhang Zongchang. I am here today." But I have been eating with Bai Chongxi’s niece at home. Apart from home, I have only been to this hotel in the concession.”
Zhang Wanlin felt an inexplicable chill in his heart when he heard this. He smiled bitterly: "Will those deserters listen to you like this?"
"Otherwise?" Zheng Jirong spread his hands and said: "They have nothing now, what else can they do except rob? They should thank me. I gave them a chance to live. Otherwise, even if they robbed the foreigners' things, they would not be able to escape with their lives." go."
"Haha", Zhang Wanlin sneered: "I'm afraid they won't make it through tomorrow, you will catch them and kill them one by one and send them to the foreigners to collect their rewards."
"How could they not know what you know?"
Zheng Jirong sighed: "It's just that Bi Shucheng is just like you. He always has blind confidence in himself and always feels that he can control me. But speaking of these guys, they prey on the people in the north and have done all the bad things. It's a good thing to die."
"Then why didn't you come to me in their name this time?" Zhang Wanlin asked a little puzzled.
"It's very simple. Although you, Zhang Wanlin, are a figure and a well-known Shanghai tycoon, compared with the lives of foreigners, you are not that valuable."
Zheng Jirong stared at him and said: "Killing you will be regarded as a gang fight at most. I just need to send some money and push out a few scapegoats, and everything will be settled, right."
Having said this, he suddenly took out a stack of documents from his arms, and then threw them directly to the ground, scattering them everywhere.
Zhang Wanlin couldn't help frowning when he saw this scene: "What does this mean?"
"Don't be afraid. These documents only record evidence of your collusion with the Beiyang warlords, and ironclad evidence of the large-scale assassination of Japanese people you planned in the concession last month." Zheng Jirong said calmly.
"you"
Zhang Wanlin could no longer remain calm. He looked at the man in front of him and said seriously: "You conquered the Qing Gang and killed Ding Li just for money. I have tens of millions in the bank. As long as you let me go, they will all be yours." !”
"Why are you so stubborn and stubborn?" Zheng Jirong said, hating that he was indestructible: "You are now a lackey of the foreigners, a national thief who specializes in selling state-owned assets to foreign devils, but if you die tonight!"
He pointed at the documents on the ground and said loudly: "Then you will become a national hero! I am doing this for your own good!"
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Zhang Wanlin choked for a moment, then he stared and continued: "Why on earth are you so determined to kill me? I remember that I have never provoked you!"
"With your wisdom, it's hard for me to explain to you."
Zheng Jirong ordered the foie gras and caviar in front of him, "It's better to eat first. As a reward for taking the blame for me, I'll make you a dead man."
Zhang Wanlin stared at the man in front of him, and as the indifference on his face deepened, an unspeakable despair surged in his heart.
He weakly held up the knife and fork at hand. The foie gras that should have been smooth in the mouth seemed to have become hard and difficult to cut. He tried his best to cut off a small piece of foie gras. As soon as he put it into his mouth, there was a sudden sound in the room. The sound of gunfire.
The knife and fork in Zhang Wanlin's hand suddenly fell on the table, and he fell weakly on the chair.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Zheng Jirong shook his head, and then glared at Peng Yixing.
"You wait until he finishes eating before you kill him. Being shot while eating will hurt your stomach!"
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