Chapter 396 "Getting Shot While Eating Hurts Your Stomach"

More than ten minutes later, Zheng Jirong arrived at the address Louis mentioned before, Hua'an Building on NJ Road in the French Concession.

He looked up 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 entrance is full of pillars and full of Italian decoration style, which looks very impressive.

In more than ten years, this place will be renamed Jinmen Hotel and become the leading overseas Chinese hotel in the country.

Of course, these are all off-topic. Zheng Jirong did not come here to stay in the hotel.

Bi Shucheng and others originally wanted to come together, but Zheng Jirong persuaded them to go back.

Although it is true that all the people living here are rich, most of them are Chinese. Tonight, such a good opportunity is not to rob foreigners, but to rob Chinese people. Isn't this a mental illness?

So, they turned to the mansions of other senior foreigners. According to Zheng Jirong's estimation, their gains tonight will not be less than two million oceans.

Unfortunately, it's not so easy to take the money out

Zheng Jirong smiled slightly, tidied his clothes gently, and pushed the door to enter the hotel.

The interior decoration is also extremely luxurious, complementing the majestic exterior. Although it was late at night, there were still two doormen waiting at the door.

Zheng Jirong walked straight to the front desk, ignoring the puzzled eyes of the front desk staff, he pushed the door of the front desk and walked in.

"Sir, you"

The front desk lady was about to stop him, but Peng Yixing pointed a gun at her forehead, which frightened her so much that she trembled all over and dared not speak.

Zheng Jirong whispered: "Don't be afraid, I'm just checking someone here, and I'll leave after checking."

After that, he picked up the roster in front of the counter and flipped through a few pages. I don't know if it's because this hotel is too high-end, the list shows that there are very few guests staying in, and he didn't see Zhang Wanlin's name after flipping through a few pages.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but say, "Why isn't Zhang Wanlin's name on it?"

The front desk looked at Peng Yixing, who was holding a gun and looking at him indifferently, and said carefully, "Director Zhang doesn't need to register. He has a private suite on the top floor and 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 its establishment, the concession has maintained a rare peace and order. Any military action must be reported to the foreigners in advance, and the authority of the patrol room is far greater than that of the police department in the Chinese area.

However, tonight is unusual. Many landmark buildings in the concession caught fire at the same time. It was obviously arson. There must be someone behind it pushing something.

Although these fires were obviously aimed at foreigners, for some reason, he still felt a sense of inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

He turned back to the dining table, where a table of supper had just been served - caviar, foie gras, red wine, everything, an authentic French meal.

These days, in order to avoid possible assassination by Zheng Jirong, he could hardly eat or sleep at night. Only in the middle of the night could he enjoy the food in peace for a moment.

However, when he took a sip of the red wine at hand and his eyes unconsciously fell on the tempting meal, the shocking death of Ding Li suddenly appeared in his mind.

The guy who had once partnered with him to bring down Zheng Jirong choked to death while eating, and the death published in the newspaper still made him shudder.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wanlin suddenly lost his appetite, and the food in front of him became tasteless.

Bang!

At this moment, a gunshot suddenly came from outside the door, and before he could react, the door of the room was kicked open!

A man walked straight towards him.

After seeing who was coming, Zhang Wanlin, who was holding a red wine glass, couldn't help but tremble in his hand, and his body couldn't help but shrink back.

"Mr. Zhang, I've heard a lot about you."

Zheng Jirong smiled and 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 meet."

Zhang Wanlin narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the young and energetic man in front of him, and 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. It's true that heroes emerge from youth, and the young are formidable."

"Hahaha, I'm just a hi-ganger, but I'm far from being a hero."

He then changed the subject and pointed to the blazing fire outside the window and said, "Tonight, I spent a lot of effort to meet Mr. Zhang. Look outside, if you want If you had come out of the concession earlier, Mr. Zhang, there wouldn't have been so many troubles."

"Did you set these fires?"

Zhang Wanlin stood up in shock, looked at him in disbelief and said, "Do you know what the consequences of doing this will be? Not to mention Bai Chongxi, even Chiang Kai-shek can't save you!"

"Don't worry."

Zheng Jirong smiled faintly, raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling him to stay calm: "The fire was set by the deserters in the north, and the foreigners who were robbed and killed tonight were all done by the deserters under Zhang Zongchang. I have been at home to have dinner with Bai Chongxi's niece today. Apart from home, I have only been to this hotel in the concession."

Zhang Wanlin heard this, and an inexplicable chill surged in his heart. He smiled bitterly: "Will those deserters listen to you so much?"

"Otherwise?" Zheng Jirong spread his hands and said: "They have nothing now, what else can they do except rob? They should thank me for giving them a chance to live, otherwise they would not be able to escape even if they robbed the foreigners' things. 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 are preying on the people in the north and have done all kinds of bad things. Even death is a good thing."

"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 looked at him and said: "Killing you will be regarded as a gang fight at best. 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?" 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 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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