Did he trick the young marshal into becoming sworn brothers and then go south to Huangpu Military Ac

Just two words, no politeness, no refusal, not even a tone of affirmation, just the attitude of someone in a superior who takes it for granted.

Boss Huang breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, and quickly gave Du Yisheng a wink.

Du Yisheng stepped forward and gently placed the box on the edge of the coffee table.

"I am an old man covered in filth and dare not defile your place, sir. Please rest well, sir. I take my leave. In the future, if you need any service in Shanghai, the entire Green Gang will do anything for you, even at the cost of their lives."

Boss Huang nodded repeatedly, signaling Du Yisheng to push him out.

"Wait a minute."

Lin Qi put down the newspaper, his gaze passing over Boss Huang and landing directly on Du Yisheng.

Mr. Huang's heart tightened.

"Boss Huang is badly injured, he should go back and retire comfortably."

Lin Qi picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "From now on, in this area of ​​Shanghai, for all business on the waterways and at the docks, I will only recognize Boss Du. Do you understand?"

boom.

It was like a thunderclap had exploded in Boss Huang's head, and his vision went black.

This statement was tantamount to a death sentence for his political life in the Green Gang.

Lin Qi wasn't being polite to him at all; instead, right in front of him, he ruthlessly stripped him of his power and handed it over directly to Du Yisheng.

But he didn't dare utter even a single "no".

The young man in front of him could save his life with a single word, or he could have Lu Xiaojia arrest him and execute him tonight with the same word.

Mr. Huang looked ashen-faced and was completely slumped in his wheelchair.

Du Yisheng stood behind the wheelchair, her heart pounding.

He knew that from this moment on, Shanghai had truly undergone a transformation.

He suppressed his inner elation and shock, walked around the wheelchair, went to the coffee table, and bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle.

"When Mr. Lin speaks, I, Du, will do anything for him."

The door closed.

Lin Qi casually picked up the sandalwood box on the table, without even glancing at the land deeds and shares inside.

These things are certainly useful to him, extremely useful.

But what he values ​​more is an underground logistics network that can move freely between the south and Shanghai.

The net is now complete.

At the same time, on Huanlong Road in the French Concession, at Zhang Renjie's residence.

The light in the study stayed on all night.

Zhang Renjie sat in a wheelchair with a thick wool blanket covering his legs, and a bowl of cold herbal medicine sat on the table.

Chen Fu pushed open the door, sweating profusely, holding a copy of the intelligence he had just compiled in his hand. His steps were extremely fast, even somewhat flustered.

"Renjie Gong, we've found out the truth. Boss Huang has really come out."

Zhang Renjie raised his eyelids, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his cloudy eyes: "Lu Yongxiang's son is willing to release them? How much of Du Yisheng's fortune did he spend?"

"I didn't spend any money, not a single penny."

Chen G swallowed hard, his voice filled with undisguised shock: "It was that Dr. Lin. I heard that last night, Lu Xiaojia personally went to the Astor House Hotel to visit Dr. Lin. The two of them had a night of drinking and carousing on Fourth Road. Dr. Lin casually mentioned something, and Lu Xiaojia immediately gave orders to send the half-beaten Boss Huang back to the French Concession."

Chen walked a few steps to the desk, placed his hands on the surface, and frowned.

"Renjie Gong, this matter is too strange! Who is Lu Xiaojia? A lawless warlord's son! Why is he so obedient to an overseas Chinese who has just returned to China? Lin Tuozhi's ties to the old warlords of Jiangsu and Zhejiang are too deep, even intricate. We are in dire need of manpower right now. Although this person has brought money and military blueprints, with his complicated background, if we put him in the inner circle, what if he is a member of the Zhili or Anhui cliques..."

Chen stopped, his worry evident in his expression. After all, he was young and used to viewing things in a black-and-white revolutionary way.

After hearing this, Zhang Renjie not only didn't frown, but suddenly burst into laughter.

Laughter erupted from his chest, triggering a violent cough.

"Guofu, oh Guofu."

Zhang Renjie waved his hand, indicating that he was fine: "You are still too young. You only see the surface of things and don't understand the essence."

Chen Gfu was taken aback: "Renjie Gong, am I wrong? When we carry out a revolution, our ranks must be pure."

"Pure?" Zhang Renjie's smile vanished, and his eyes became extremely sharp.

"Revolution is not a dinner party, much less an essay. Do you really think the fate of the world can be won by a few hot-blooded students shouting slogans?"

Zhang Renjie pointed to the map of warlord forces across the country hanging on the wall.

"What era is this? It's 1924, the thirteenth year of the Republic of China. Warlords are carving up the country, and the flags of power change hands constantly. Today they're fighting tooth and nail, tomorrow they'll be sitting at the same table drinking. Look at Zhang Zuolin and Cao Kun, they fought to the death outside Shanhaiguan just over a year ago, but what about in private? They're in-laws. Even our teacher, in his early years, when he was trying to overthrow the Qing Dynasty, he formed alliances and built a vast network of connections!"

Zhang Renjie reached out and tapped the HSBC bank draft copy on the table.

"In chaotic times, the more complex a person's background and the deeper their social connections, the more it indicates that they hold resources that others cannot reach. Lin Tuozhi's ability to subdue Lu Xiaojia with a single sentence is not a stain on his character, but rather his most terrifying quality. It shows that he not only has money and technology, but also a trump card that warlords fear. Such a person does not need to be subservient to anyone; he is a regional lord himself."

Chen felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this, and after careful consideration, he realized that it was indeed true.

What do we lack most right now?

Zhang Renjie asked and answered himself: "What we lack is this kind of hard currency that can disregard rules and break through blockades. We're locked up in Guangdong by the old warlords, unable to buy guns or import equipment. If Lin Tuozhi can truly wield power in Shanghai, then he's our strongest conduit to the outside world. As long as he's willing to pour money into building factories in the south, who cares how many warlords he knows? Even if he's the Jade Emperor's godson, we'll still have to treat him like royalty!"

Chen Fu was completely convinced, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead under the lamplight: "Renjie's insight is brilliant. So, what should we do now?"

Zhang Renjie gripped the armrests of the wheelchair with both hands, his eyes unusually determined.

"Prepare paper and pen, draft a top-secret telegram, and send it directly to headquarters. For your perusal, sir."

Chen immediately picked up his pen and spread out the telegram.

Zhang Renjie paused for a moment, then read it out slowly and deliberately.

"In your humble opinion, a Mr. Lin, who has been living overseas, has suddenly appeared in Shanghai, bringing with him a huge sum of US dollars and a complete blueprint for modern military industry. This man is well-versed in both Chinese and Western learning, possesses immense wealth, and is particularly skilled in diplomacy. With just a word, he can command the obedience of warlords in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and his background is unfathomable. Now, Mr. Lin intends to come south to help us build schools and revitalize our nation. He is truly a gift from heaven. I urge you to make a swift decision and welcome him with the courtesy due to a state guest. We must not miss this golden opportunity."

After reading the last word, Zhang Renjie let out a long sigh of relief.

Chen Fu's pen paused on the paper as he looked at the telegram, which was enough to shake the entire southern leadership. He knew all too well how much turmoil it would cause in Guangzhou once it was sent.

The telegraph machine made a rapid ticking sound in the dark room.

The radio waves crossed mountains and rivers, pierced through the thick darkness of the night, and flew towards Lingnan.