I want to be a good person

Chapter 286: Vigilance and Falling Out

He had just stepped into the house and his back foot was still at the threshold, not off the ground, when the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against the right side of his head.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot you."

Before he finished his words, a hand reached out and touched his body again and again.

"Hey, Dai Laoban!"

Zhang Aiguo shouted in mock surprise.

A person’s name is like a tree’s shadow!

While the attacker was in a trance, Zhang Aiguo leaned his head forward, and his right hand became a crane's beak, poking back at the Yangchi point on his palm. Then he twisted his body and hips, and hit the opponent's armpit with a left hook. After feeling the pain, the opponent let go of the gun.

He leaned over and grabbed the gun, pointing it at the man's chest.

"clap clap"

Applause broke out, with at least two people in the room clapping along with hearty laughter.

"Good skills, really amazing."

"Is this a way of repaying the favor of saving my life? I, Gu, cannot bear the responsibility!"

"Mr. Gu, calm down, calm down."

"My subordinates were reckless. I am responsible for that. I am responsible for that."

Even though there were two of them accompanying him, his attitude was still a bit aloof.

Damn, they just treat me like a commoner.

Zhang Aiguo didn't say anything and was too lazy to pay attention to them, but he didn't put down his gun and was ready to shoot at any time.

He pulled the slide quickly and a bullet fell out, making a clanging sound. Is this just a joke? Aren't you afraid that the gun will go off accidentally?

"Mr. Gu."

A weak voice came from the bed.

"Please forgive me, Mr. Gu."

"Humph, is this how you repay the favor of saving your life?"

Zhang Aiguo sneered, turned around and left. This was not his style.

"Come, come, settle the account. We met by chance. From now on, you go your way and I go mine. We will never meet again."

The joke is over. After carrying the shelf up, I couldn’t come down. Not to mention the steps, there was no ladder at all.

"Mr. Gu, it is an emergency. There is no other way but to be cautious. Please understand."

The leader chose his words carefully and spoke them slowly.

"I understand. Give me the money and I'll leave. We can part ways peacefully. It's better to have nothing to do with it."

"Mr. Gu, please forgive me. I really can't find out where you come from. You are very good at disguise. In our line of work, it is better to be safe than sorry."

"Just now I heard you call me Boss Dai. I guess you know a thing or two about us and how difficult our business is."

His tone softened, and it seemed that the person being rescued did have some information.

"Money is easy to talk about. Please take a seat."

"You don't have to take a seat. I only have two requests. Give me the money I deserve. The one who just took action, the one with the bullet loaded, must accept the punishment. Your hospitality cannot stand up to it."

Neither side trusts anyone, and there are internal disputes except among their own people. This vortex, this circle, is not something that one can easily step into.

Starting from next year, the country will fall into a strategic stalemate, and the competition will be about economic strength. Smuggling will be rampant among the national army, from the theater commander to the battlefield county governor and down to the company and platoon leaders.

Now more than 75% of the world's tungsten ore is produced in China. Cutting off the supply of tungsten ore to Japan will certainly deal a serious blow to Japan's military production. However, 3000 tons are smuggled into Hong Kong every year and fall into the hands of Japan.

The smuggled materials included timber, grain, tung oil, copper, cotton, bristles, tea, gasoline, sulfonamides, tires, as well as drugs, various Japanese goods, and salt.

Alas, the Japs used the name of smuggling to investigate the deployment, and the National Army was busy transporting and making money, so where were the military secrets?

How can we not lose?

The Chairman is deeply distressed but powerless to do anything. Is this a case of the tail being too big to be removed?

We must not forget that the power of role models is infinite!

The War of Resistance was fought openly, and the main business of the parties was smuggling and making money, but the scope of the National Army was too wide and too large.

Only money worship can become a common belief, and real money is never divided into noble and dirty!

"What do you want?"

"What do you think I want?"

The tone of both sides began to turn cold, and they were ready to fight if they had a disagreement.

"These are two small yellow croakers. Thank you for saving my life."

"Two. Damn generous. I'll give you the price for two. I'll take as many sulfa as you can get."

"you!"

After being an official for a long time, it is easy to develop a sense of superiority, thinking that you are several levels higher than the common people, and always thinking about becoming a noble in the world.

"I also gave him 100 dollars, French francs, and compensation for my mental damages."

People who are involved in politics have no emotions. They are a bit stupid and take things for granted.

It’s all because of the armaments in space. We have to find another way to deal with it.

"You, put your hands on the table."

Zhang Aiguo pointed his gun at the person who was searching him.

The opponent moved reluctantly, still thinking about fighting back.

"what"

A scream.

A dagger nailed my palm to the table.

Caught off guard, the people in the room did not expect Zhang Aiguo to be so cruel.

Perhaps it was because Zhang Aiguo, dressed in a suit and tie, had been so polite since he came in, with such a calm attitude and smiling face that people subconsciously ignored his danger.

"Mr. Gu, don't you think you've gone a little too far?"

"Really? Did you know?"

"What I hate most in my life is someone pointing a gun at my head. I'm only letting him have one hand because of your resistance to the Japanese. Hurry up and pay the money, and we'll part ways."

"Mr. Gu, aren't you afraid of making enemies with us? Aren't you afraid that you don't have enough bullets in your gun?"

The atmosphere in the room became increasingly cold, and tensions began to mount.

"You mean this?"

Zhang Aiguo stretched out his hand, took out his pocket, and the long-lost Qiyinzi appeared in his hand.

He waved his left hand and said with some pride: "Your reminder is good, your reminder is wonderful, and your reminder is terrific."

"Hehehe"

"I heard this one doesn't jam. It hurts a lot when it hits you, you Russian guy."

It's a blatant show off. After seeing his skills, no one will act rashly. We are all smart people.

"Okay, add two small yellow croakers."

After the man finished speaking, he took out two small yellow croakers from his body. A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him.

Four small pieces placed on the table look quite attractive.

Zhang Aiguo first put the pistol in his pocket, Qiyinzi pointed at a few people and put away the small yellow croaker.

"Everyone, the journey is long, so there is no need for you to see me off. There is no need to bow and salute. When we meet again in the future, whether we are enemies or friends is up to you."

"Oh, I originally wanted to make friends, but look at your choices. You have been an official for too long and can't lower yourself."

When officials are out of touch with reality, when experts can work behind closed doors, when public intellectuals speak nonsense, and when corruption becomes the mainstream, there is not much time left.

The pistol was taken away, a pistol replica of a Shanghai Arsenal brand rifle, leaving a bullet on the ground in mockery.

"Team leader, this revenge must be avenged."

"Snapped"

He slapped her in the face and angrily yelled, "Who told you to open the safety and load the bullet?

"Do you know that this will cause misunderstanding?"

The spy with a pierced hand covered the wound and looked at his boss in confusion.

How could this be?

It was you who asked me to load the bullet, how can it be my business now?

How is it my fault?

The spy was a little confused. As a kid who had just graduated, he was a little bit bewildered. But I was doing this for the Party and the country.

The word "official" means "I will take the responsibility for the merits and you will bear the consequences for the mistakes." What's the big deal?

The officer looked at the childish face and felt deeply moved. It is not easy to be an official!

Subordinates who cannot take the blame cannot be trained!