Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

Chapter 151 You dare to call me brother?

"It's Director Wang! And this, this is Wu—"

Wang Xuesen raised his hand to interrupt him, his smile neither too strong nor too weak: "Don't say things that are detrimental to unity."

Luo shut his mouth and immediately nodded with an awkward smile.

Everyone in this building knows that Wu Sibao is Director Li's mouthpiece; he's already made it clear that Yang Siyuan will be placed in 76.

The child is not getting enough to eat, not sleeping well, and cannot sit still.

As the canteen manager, how could he dare to disobey Captain Wu's orders?

But the person in front of us is not someone we can afford to offend.

Wang Xuesen raised his chin: "Get Coach Yang a new meal, with more meat."

Luo was stunned for a moment: "This—"

"If anyone has any objections, just say it's my idea."

Wang Xuesen's tone remained gentle, but his words left no room for negotiation.

Old Luo's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly took the rice bowl back: "Okay, Director Wang."

He turned around and shouted to the kitchen, "Old Wu, bring over that pot of braised pork that just came out of the pot."

Luo personally scooped a full bowl of white rice, then topped it with two large spoonfuls of braised pork, even pouring plenty of broth over it.

He forced a smile: "Coach Yang, if there's not enough rice and vegetables, you can get more anytime."

"Thank you," Yang Siyuan said to Wang Xuesen as he took the rice bowl.

Those few words of argument just now were deliberately staged by him.

He was a spy sent by the Iwai Mansion. Given his status and position, it would be abnormal for him not to show any resistance when faced with difficulties.

Wang Xuesen nodded, got himself a meal, and took the bowl to a table by the window to sit down.

He did not greet Yang Siyuan.

There was no deliberate attempt to approach and strike up a conversation.

The main principle is to build positive relationships without seeking personal connections.

Interpersonal relationships are mostly useless, but when you need them, well, without those nodding acquaintances as a stepping stone, they might not be very effective.

Six o'clock in the evening.

The winter rain started to fall.

Outside Jishi Pharmacy.

Wang Xuesen parked his car, shook the rain off his umbrella, and strode in.

Du Song was taking a woman's pulse in the clinic.

He didn't even look up, just pointed to the side.

Wang Xuesen understood and sat behind the screen, waiting patiently.

After seeing the patient off, Du Song led him into the examination room and locked the door: "Your complexion hasn't been right lately; your eyes are bluish, and your pulse is weak and rapid."

"Don't come."

Wang Xuesen immediately reached out to stop him, saying, "I knew you wouldn't say anything nice the moment you opened your mouth."

"They're either telling me to abstain from sex or to quit drinking. That's the only pleasure in life. What's the difference between quitting and being dead?"

Du Song said sternly, "You're only twenty-one, not forty-one. If you keep causing trouble every night, you'll be bankrupt sooner or later."

Wang Xuesen picked up his teacup, pretending not to hear, and said, "My business isn't urgent, you go first."

Du Song sat down opposite him and got down to business: "Chen Mingchu and He Tianfeng's assassination plan last time was very successful."

"After the news reached the mountain town..."

"From the Chairman to the 400 million people, everyone is overjoyed."

Wang Xuesen raised an eyebrow: "Alright, stop flattering me and get to the point."

Du Song smiled and said, "Boss Dai mentioned you to the Chairman, saying that you made great contributions to this operation in terms of intelligence, planning, and cover."

"Upon hearing that it was you, the brave man who rescued Wu Kaixian, the Chairman immediately praised you with five 'good' words."

Du Song mimicked Chiang Kai-shek's tone, lowering his voice as he said, "Yu Nong, the Military Intelligence Bureau needs a thousand, ten thousand Shen Gongbaos."

"Xuesen, that's a very high compliment."

"Boss Dai has already recorded a great merit for you, and said that he will personally reward you after the restoration of the country."

"I asked Lao Jia, and with your current military achievements, you're more than qualified to be promoted to lieutenant colonel."

"His future is limitless, no less than Shen Zui's."

Wang Xuesen kept a long face and remained silent.

Du Song frowned: "What's with that expression? The Chairman himself praised you, and you're still not happy?"

Wang Xuesen sneered: "Who cares about their praise? Don't they offer any extra bonus?"

Du Song was taken aback: "Didn't Old Chen already give it to you?"

"Damn it, I knew it."

Wang Xuesen slammed his teacup on the table, his face full of displeasure.

"Boss Dai is such a stingy old man. What Lao Chen gave me was the bonus from the Shanghai district. Now it's all good. The money Lao Chen gave me is considered my bonus from the bureau."

"Wouldn't I have worked for nothing?"

Du Song sighed helplessly, "Alright, a little is a little. Fighting against traitors and resisting the Japanese is the duty of every patriotic man."

Forget it.

Wang Xuesen leaned back in his chair and said lazily, "I've delivered so many beautiful goods to Chongqing, most of which are high-end luxury items."

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"Pearls, fur coats, stockings, perfume—can these things fight the Japanese?"

Du Song's face darkened.

He looked at Wang Xuesen and said seriously, "I'm warning you, these words are very dangerous."

"I'm saying this specifically for you to hear—" Wang Xuesen glanced at him: "Alright, no need for a political lecture. So, what are your instructions this time?"

Seeing that he still looked unserious, Du Song could only suppress his emotions for the time being: "You better straighten out your attitude and stop getting cocky."

"The boss's latest task."

"First, gather information on Zhou Fohai, Ding Mocun, and Li Shiqun, and see if we can secretly turn them against us."

Wang Xuesen almost burst out laughing.

"To turn Li Shiqun against his cause?"

"You might as well ask me to pluck the stars from the sky."

Du Song ignored him and continued, "Secondly, Wang Zhaoming plans to establish a puppet government in Nanjing in March. The authorities in Chongqing want you to focus on the reorganization of the puppet army, economic and livelihood strategies, and factional changes within the puppet government."

"Third, assist Old Chen in continuing to eliminate traitors."

"Currently, traitors are rampant. Arrogant traitors such as Zhang Xiaolin and Fu Youan, who openly advocate the development of Asia and the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere, must be punished."

When he spoke of Zhang Xiaolin, his tone became noticeably harsher.

"Especially Zhang Xiaolin."

"Without thoroughly opening up the underground channels to Shanghai, the Song family's Yangzi Company will have difficulty transporting goods around the Jialing River."

"Madame Chiang was keeping a close eye on this matter."

"It must be implemented this year, the sooner the better, the greater the achievement."

Wang Xuesen rolled his eyes: "Do you really think I'm a god?"

"Doesn't winning someone over require sheer force?"

"The battle on the front lines is a complete mess right now, while the traitors are living a life of luxury in Shanghai, backed by the Japanese. They have money, guns, and women."

"Turn against me? You're just asking for trouble."

"Gathering intelligence is possible."

"Let's not talk about turning them to defect yet."

"If we really want to bring this up, we'll have to wait until the Japanese are defeated."

Juniper did not refute.

Wang Xuesen added, "As for assassinating Zhang Xiaolin and Fu You'an, that can be planned."

"But it will take at least half a year."

"Zhang Xiaolin was surrounded by Green Gang members and Japanese. Killing someone wasn't difficult; the difficult part was managing to profit from the killing."

Du Song looked at him: "You're already planning this?"

Wang Xuesen took a sip of tea and said calmly, "Guess."

Juniper's eyelids twitched.

When this guy shows that nonchalant expression, it usually means he's already sharpened his knife and is just waiting for the right day to chop meat.

He didn't press further: "These aren't urgent matters. You can handle them as you see fit."

What's wrong over there?

Wang Xuesen sat up straighter. "Two pieces of information."

"First, Li Shiqun and the Japanese military police are planning a new round of mopping-up operations."

"In particular, the military police will adopt a new type of special operations squad combined with the Special Higher Police for the Loyal and Patriotic Army."

"Don't underestimate this special training class; their radio wave detection technology is very advanced."

"Radio station detected, locate it immediately."

"Once located, kill them on the spot without waiting for reports from all levels."

Du Song frowned.

Wang Xuesen continued, "They imposed high-pressure surveillance on the radio stations of the National Salvation Army."

"Be careful if you have any telegram exchanges with them recently."

"It is recommended to establish a new contact radio station and backup coded communication as quickly as possible."

"Disconnect old frequencies, old call signs, and old transportation lines if possible."

"Especially don't be superstitious about the concessions."

"The concessions are now like a sieve. The French and Americans appear tough on the surface, but they have long since compromised with the Japanese in private."

"If we don't consider this in advance, Old Chen and his men are very likely to be wiped out in one fell swoop."

Du Song listened very attentively.

He didn't have any notes.

Not a single word of these things can be written down.

You can only memorize it by memory.

Wang Xuesen took a sip of tea and continued, "In addition, the Military Intelligence Bureau's Tiannan Hotel in the French Concession was raided."

Du Song's expression changed: "When?"

"People entered cell 76 last night."

"Wu Sibao personally took charge."

"Two of them are about to give up."

"Given the situation in the interrogation room, he could vomit at any moment."

"Have Chen Gongshu immediately cut off all contact with the hotel staff and thoroughly investigate the relationship between superiors and subordinates."

"Those who can be evacuated should be evacuated, and those who cannot be evacuated should be relocated."

Du Song said in a deep voice, "Could you try to calm down?"

Wang Xuesen glanced at him: "The people Wu Sibao arrested are being watched by Li Shiqun; I can't control them."

"But I can get Ma Laosan and his men to tamper with the interrogation process."

"It's okay to delay it for a day or two."

"If this drags on, Li Shiqun will become suspicious."

Du Song nodded: "A day or two is enough time to evacuate."

Wang Xuesen knew this clearly.

This is the kind of dangerous work done by the elite at No. 76.

It's too soon, or I'll expose myself.

If we're too slow, everyone will die.

He can't risk his life to save people every time; he can only operate within a safe range.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose: "The second thing is about the New Fourth Army."

Du Song's gaze darkened.

Wang Xuesen lowered his voice: "The 13th Army, in coordination with the puppet army, may be planning a secret raid on the New Fourth Army in the Yangzhong and Wujiaqiao area."

Du Song frowned: "Possibly? Can you be more precise?"

Wang Xuesen shook his head: "No."

Du Song frowned even more deeply: "No?"

"You know better than I do what Number 76 is."

Wang Xuesen put down his teacup and tapped the table lightly with his fingertips: "Most of what we get is peripheral information. The real military secrets—the 13th Army's operational plans, troop deployment routes, attack timing—which of those could a mere interrogation room director like me possibly know?"

"This is just a coincidence."

"The 13th Army needs to use the No. 76 transportation line to transfer 30,000 tons of military rations to Yangzhong and Wujiaqiao."

"I deduced this from this matter."

Dusson didn't interrupt.

Wang Xuesen continued, "An army marches on its stomach."

"Thirty thousand tons of rice is not for one or two outposts to get through the winter."

"That place is also close to the New Fourth Army's activity area."

"The Japanese are either preparing for a long-term blockade or they have transferred a large army from other areas to launch a joint surprise attack."

"I personally prefer the latter."

Du Song pondered for a moment: "Is it possible that it's simply hoarding grain?"

Wang Xuesen glanced at him: "That's possible."

"So I said possible."

"I'm not a red flag, so there's no need for me to risk stealing the combat orders, is there?"

Du Song paused for a moment, then quickly nodded: "Yes, yes, that's not your responsibility."

"Your primary task is to remain in hiding."

"This intelligence is already very important."

"Don't worry, I will pass the message on to our friendly forces immediately. As for whether it's true or false, let them decide for themselves."

Wang Xuesen nodded.

He's said everything he needed to say; the rest is no longer his concern.

To survive in a den of wolves like No. 76 and then casually pass knives and fire out was already a gamble with one's life.

Gambling too much can lead to quick ruin.

He stood up and straightened his coat: "Okay, I have to go."

Du Song also stood up: "I heard from Wan Jia that you were attacked a few days ago?"

Wang Xuesen raised an eyebrow: "She's quick-witted."

"She's worried about you." Du Song opened the medicine cabinet and rummaged through it. "If you need any manpower support from my side, just let me know."

"You know, besides Old Chen, our transportation network isn't to be underestimated either."

Wang Xuesen didn't make any jokes this time.

He nodded very seriously: "I absolutely believe that."

Red is always the most authentic color.

The last time I saw Old Chen, he clearly stated that the Chairman had ordered that, on the surface, they should unite with the Red Army to resist Japan, but in private, they should still carry out anti-Red activities.

Make red!

Sneak attacks like the one at Xiajiawan last year are becoming increasingly frequent.

The fact that Lao Du was still concerned about the safety of the New Fourth Army at this time is enough to show that his stance was problematic.

Of course, Wang Xuesen simply didn't want to expose it.

He supported all those who fought against the Japanese, without taking sides, interfering, or discriminating against them.

Du Song took out a small porcelain bottle, wrapped two packets of medicinal herbs, and handed them to him: "These are for replenishing qi and blood."

"You haven't been sleeping much lately, and you've been indulging in excessive drinking and womanizing."

"Like I said, don't act recklessly just because you're young, or you'll regret it when you're old—"

"Old Du, you're such a noob." Wang Xuesen scoffed as he took the medicine, weighed it in his hand, and immediately smiled. "The only good thing about coming here is that I can get free tonics."

"This stuff is ridiculously expensive if you buy it from a pharmacy."

Du Song said coldly, "If you skip a couple of nights of drinking at brothels, you could buy ten bottles of wine."

"That's different."

Wang Xuesen tucked the small porcelain bottle into his pocket and said confidently, "Flower wine is spiritual nourishment, and tonics are the foundation of the body; neither can be lacking."

Du Song ignored him and lowered his voice before opening the door: "Xue Sen, you can pretend you don't care about the commendation from Shancheng, but you have to fight for your status, military merits, and escape route."

"These things will be very important to you when the country is liberated in the future."

Wang Xuesen paused for a moment: "Understood."

After saying that, he opened his umbrella and walked into the rain.

As Wang Xuesen got into the car, he recalled Dai Li's stingy, deadpan face and couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, he's good at making empty promises."

"Just you wait, you'll get your share of my bonus."

The car slowly drove out of the alley.

At the door, Du Song stood for a moment, watching the car drive away, before returning to the counter and quickly writing down a prescription.

People from Yangzhong.

Remember to avoid cold and take it warm.

After writing it down, he secretly slipped the prescription into a packet of cold medicine: "Liu Zi, deliver this to Old Song at the dock."

"Alright, shopkeeper." The clerk took the medicine packet, opened his umbrella, and hurried away.

In the following days, Li Shiqun attended meetings in Nanjing.

Zhang Xiaolin received Zhao Datian's head, but there was no response.

They weren't in a hurry, and neither was Wang Xuesen.

Ding Zijun's connection must be linked to the Japanese.

If it were just to vent one's anger, chopping off Ding Zijun would certainly feel satisfying, but it would also cut off any remaining connections.

Yu Yefeng must not rush things.

This old fox was able to become the fourth tycoon in Shanghai not because of his fists, but because he was very stable.

Without Li Shiqun, Zhang Xiaolin, and the Japanese getting involved, it would be too difficult to completely destroy him.

The risks are also high.

Wang Xuesen was always known for his prudent approach.

Never take the initiative yourself when you can use someone else's knife.

He only allowed Qingfu to stay by Zhang Fayao's side.

Praise when you should praise, flatter when you should flatter, and add a splash of hot oil to the fire when you should fan the flames.

Zhang Fayao is the kind of person who is naturally a useful tool to be borrowed.

It's not exactly sharp.

But it's extremely convenient to use it to stab one's own people.

January 13th, night.

The Lijin Ballroom in the International Settlement.

This place is Yu Yefeng's newly opened den of iniquity.

Inside the dance hall.

The dance floor was a cacophony of men and women twirling and spinning close together.

The first floor was for singing and dancing, the second floor for a casino, and the third floor for an opium den.

He indulged in eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and smoking—a complete one-stop shop for all his desires.

Yu Yefeng spent a lot of money on this.

The dancers were all young and beautiful, with slim waists and long legs. They could sing and dance on stage, and laugh and urge others to drink off stage.

The dealers on the second floor were all beauties.

The opium den on the third floor was covered with soft cushions, and even the opium pipe was inlaid with silver.

When the wealthy people of Shanghai arrive here, they feel embarrassed to leave without thoroughly cleaning their souls.

In the very center of the golden booth, Zhang Fayao, dressed in a white suit with his hair slicked back, was lounging on the sofa, whistling at the stage.

The singer on stage is called Little Swan.

As her name suggests, she has a slender, white neck and a graceful, supple figure.

A silver sequined dress clung to her body; under the lights, it looked incredibly flashy.

She sang while casting glances at the audience.

Zhang Fayao was so captivated that he almost lost his soul.

"Send a flower basket!"

He slammed his fist on the table and yelled, "Deliver another one!"

Liu Fabao sat next to him, a smile plastered on his face, and gave Qingfu a wink.

Qingfu immediately leaned over, grinning憨厚ly, "Brother Yao, we can't see you off."

Zhang Fayao turned his head and glared at him: "What can't I send it?"

"We've already sent over a hundred."

"You're the most glamorous person here tonight, everyone knows the Little Swan is for Young Master Zhang!"

"Let's save some money, we can continue playing in a different place later."

Upon hearing "saving money," Zhang Fayao's face immediately fell.

"fart."

"Do you think I'm short of that little bit of money?"

"Just deliver it when I tell you to. Why all the nonsense?"

Qingfu immediately shrank back and waved to the waiter: "Okay, okay, waiter, bring a few more flower baskets."

The waiters dared not be negligent.

This is Zhang Xiaolin's son.

Several large flower baskets were quickly placed in front of the stage, their red ribbons strikingly eye-catching.

When the little swan reached the high notes on stage, she bowed to Zhang Fayao in greeting.

Zhang Fayao was so happy he slapped his thigh: "Where's the wine?"

"Bring up the most expensive wine here."

"When Little Swan comes off stage later, I'll treat her to a drink."

The waiter responded promptly and soon brought over a bottle of imported French red wine.

Liu Fabao picked up his wine glass, took a sip, covered his mouth, and whispered, "Fatty, that's about enough. Second Brother has been waiting for a long time."

He gestured with his chin.

Qingfu glanced at Wang Xuesen, who was wearing makeup in a corner booth not far away: "What's the rush? The show isn't over yet."

The song ended.

Applause and whistles erupted.

The little swan lifted her skirt as she stepped off the stage, followed by two waiters carrying wine trays, going from table to table to offer toasts.

As she approached the premium booth, she smiled gently and said, "Young Master Zhang, thank you for your hospitality tonight. Let me offer you a toast."

Zhang Fayao chuckled: "Baby, what's this?"

He grabbed Little Swan's wrist and pulled her into his arms: "As long as you keep me company and make me happy, this little bit of money is nothing."

"Young Master Zhang, drinking is fine, but please don't get handsy." Little Swan sat down on one side, gently pressing against his chest with a coquettish laugh.

The guests at the surrounding tables all looked over.

Zhang Fayao couldn't stand this kind of half-hearted resistance.

Especially since there were people watching nearby.

He felt that since he had paid for her, the woman should obediently lie down and do nothing.

But Little Swan's push was like a public slap in the face.

His face darkened: "Oh, so you've put on an act?"

Little Swan still smiled: "Young Master Zhang is joking, how could I dare?"

"You don't dare?"

The alcohol hit Zhang Fayao's head, and he tightened his grip: "I've already given you several hundred dollars in flower baskets tonight."

"You son of a bitch, you're pretending to be a virtuous and chaste woman with me?"

The noise in the dance hall suddenly decreased.

Many people were holding wine glasses, but their eyes were all glancing this way.

Little Swan's face paled: "Young Master Zhang, I was just accompanying people for drinks and singing."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Zhang Fayao stood up, grabbed her, and dragged her outside, saying, "Do you know who I am?"

"My father is Zhang Xiaolin!"

"Someone, take her to my car."

"Tonight I'm going to teach her how to be a woman."

The little swan cried out in surprise, deliberately making her voice even shriller: "Young Master Zhang, no!"

"I'm Master Yu's woman, don't you dare do anything to me."

Liu Fabao pretended to stand up and advised, "Young Master Zhang, forget it, there are women everywhere. Let's go to another place."

Qingfu chimed in, "Yeah, Brother Yao, Master Yu is really in the spotlight right now, we can't afford to mess with him."

These two sentences sounded like advice, but they took on a completely different meaning in Zhang Fayao's ears.

Master Yu?

Can't be bothered?

Zhang Fayao sneered: "I don't care whose woman she is."

"She has to come with me today."

"There is no woman in Shanghai that I, Zhang Fayao, cannot have."

Seeing that something was wrong, the dance hall staff quickly ran upstairs to call for help.

The Lijin Ballroom was Yu Yefeng's proudest business.

The person in charge is called Yu Chujiu, who is Yu Yefeng's nephew.

He was a notorious ruthless figure among the new generation of the Shanghai Green Gang, a double-flowered red stick, whose reputation even surpassed that of the Fan family's twin tigers.

Anyone who dares to cause trouble in Lijin on ordinary days has to think twice before wielding this knife.

Moreover, Little Swan was not only the top courtesan at the dance hall, but also a woman he and Yu Yefeng had both been intimate with.

The meat in his own bowl was taken away in public.

If this reputation is ruined, Lijin will never be able to continue operating.

Yu Chu Jiu, a cigar dangling from his lips and an overcoat draped over his shoulders, walked to the center of the crowd and coldly demanded, "Who is it?"

"You dare to cause trouble on my turf."

"Does he have a death wish?"

The guests present quickly made way for him.

The band also stopped.

Liu Fabao was about to step forward, intending to say a few polite words: "Brother Chu Jiu—"

Yu Chu Jiu didn't even look at him, and roughly pushed him aside: "Get out of my way."

"Let me see what's going on."

Liu Fabao stumbled, feeling utterly humiliated.

motherfucker.

If it weren't for my second brother's arrangement, I would have chopped off your hand tonight.

Qingfu quickly helped him up and whispered, "Brother Bao, bear with it, the fatty meat is about to go into the pot."

As Yu Chu Jiu approached, the murderous aura on her face lessened somewhat after she saw Zhang Fa Yao clearly.

He was not afraid of Zhang Fayao.

But the name Zhang Xiaolin still carries weight.

Yu Chu Jiu took off his cigar and feigned surprise: "Oh, isn't this Young Master Zhang?"

He turned to look at the little swan and smiled, "Little swan, that's where you went wrong."

"Young Master Zhang asked you to drink with him, so just have one drink with him."

Little Swan, as if she had found a powerful backer, immediately struggled to get closer to him: "Ninth Brother, he didn't ask me to drink with him."

He wants me to spend the night with him.

"I----"

Yu Chu Jiu pulled her into his arms and patted her shoulder.

"Don't be afraid."

After he finished speaking, he looked up at Zhang Fayao and smiled, "Young Master Zhang, Little Swan has a performance tonight. Give your brother some face and let her off the hook."

Normally, Zhang Fayao might not have dared to stand up to him.

Yu Chu Jiu is the kind of person who can kill when he gets into a fight.

But tonight is different.

He drank too much.

I spent too much money.

There were many people gathered around.

If he really lets it go, wouldn't that be telling everyone that Zhang Xiaolin's son is afraid of the Yu family?

Zhang Fayao stared at Yu Chu Jiu, then suddenly laughed: "Giving you face?"

Yu Chu Jiu's smile paused slightly: "Young Master Zhang, we're all on the same side."

"One of our own?"

Zhang Fayao took a step forward.

The next moment, he raised his hand and slapped her across the face.

Snapped!

Yu Chu Jiu's face was slapped to the side, and the cigar in her mouth flew out of her mouth.

The dance hall fell silent instantly.

The little swan covered its mouth, its eyes wide open.

No one expected that the renowned Chu Jiu would be slapped in public.

The thugs behind Yu Chu Jiu all took a half step forward, and some of them had already reached for their waists.

Liu Fabao and his brothers behind him also stepped up at the same time.

"Young Master Zhang, what do you mean?" Yu Chu Jiu loosened his teeth and asked coldly.

Zhang Fayao pointed at Yu Chujiu's nose: "You dog-like thing, you dare to call me brother?"

"Your uncle, Yu Yefeng, is nothing more than my father's adopted son."

"Use your dog brain to think, what should you call me?"

Yu Chu Jiu's face visibly turned red.

It's not shame.

It's qi (vital energy).

For a moment, he really wanted to draw his gun.

But he dared not, and could not.

Zhang Fayao can act crazy while drunk, but Yu Chujiu cannot beat Zhang Xiaolin's son to death in public.

"Young Master Zhang is right."

I don't deserve it.

"According to seniority, I should call you uncle."

Yu Chu Jiu nodded vigorously and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

As he spoke, he bowed to Zhang Fayao: "Uncle Zhang."

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