bullyxtreme Chapter 139: All expenses tonight will be paid by Mr. Chen
Chapter 139: All expenses tonight will be paid by Mr. Chen
It didn't take long before Mitsui Bank was in ruins.
The bandits from the special operations battalion even dug out the floor but still found no clues.
Chen Yan sat depressed in Matsui's office, his soul seemed to have left his body and he was in a trance.
"Brother, it's almost 2:40, otherwise we might as well just blow up the vault."
Li San looked at Chen Yan anxiously, but got no response.
"Brother, don't hesitate any longer.
Once the feint attack outside the city begins, we won't even have time to react.
Brother, you...”
No matter how Li San called out, Chen Yan refused to answer and just sat there in the room, emptying his mind.
Suddenly he looked up and stared at the plaque hanging on the opposite wall. On it were four big characters written: Neither good nor evil.
As soon as Chen Yan entered the room just now, he felt that these words were very abrupt, but he couldn't figure out why.
At this moment, he suddenly walked forward and looked at the four words again and again.
"San'er, I'm just confused as to why this old devil Matsui chose to hang these four words."
"No, brother, why are you still studying at this time? It's already such a late time."
"No, these four words describe the Buddha's view on money.
He believed that money was something outside of one's body and was shared by five parties: one was burned by fire, two was washed away by water, three was seized by the king's officials, four was robbed by robbers and bandits, and five was squandered by unfilial descendants.
What these four words actually want to express is that if a person only knows how to accumulate wealth, is stingy and unwilling to give it away, and even seeks ill-gotten gains, then wealth will be evil and sometimes will bring disaster to oneself.
Don't you find it strange? People like Matsui value money as their life, and all the money they earn is the hard-earned money of the Chinese people.
Can this bastard believe in Buddhism?
Why don’t I believe it?”
At this moment, beads of sweat the size of beans were dripping down Li San's forehead.
"Brother, freedom of belief, let's not worry about it..."
Before Li San finished speaking, Chen Yan's body suddenly tensed up, and his right hand quickly clenched into a fist, with the wind from his fist buzzing in the air.
With a loud bang, Chen Yan smashed the calligraphy on the wall with one punch.
An imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Then the calligraphy plaque broke into two pieces and scattered on the ground, revealing a small safe behind it.
"It seems that Matsui still has something against the Buddha!
San'er, take the stethoscope."
Only then did Li San understand what Chen Yan meant by what he had just said. After handing over the stethoscope, Chen Yan opened the safe in no time.
"Matsui, you bastard, you're playing hide and seek with me."
After Chen Yan took out the key, he threw it to Li San and said, "Let's go and see how many good things this old guy Matsui has saved for me."
After learning that the brigade commander had succeeded, the soldiers of the special operations battalion gathered around him curiously.
The soldiers in the special operations battalion all came from poor backgrounds and had never heard of the term "vault" before.
When Li San inserted the two keys into the keyhole, he turned the switch with both hands, and the door opened with a bang.
Then he turned on the light switch inside, and a reflected golden light froze the smiles on everyone's faces. Everyone's mouth opened into an O shape, and they stood there like wooden men.
Only Chen Yan remained calm. He walked into the vault with heavy steps.
Damn it, poverty limits my imagination!
There were dozens of display shelves neatly arranged in the vault, in an orderly manner.
It was covered with gold bars, oceans, and U.S. dollars, but most of them were counterfeit coins issued by the Japanese in China.
But Chen Yan picked up a stack of US dollar bills and sniffed it, as if the smell of money was the most fragrant smell in the world.
Chen Yan looked at the people standing at the door in a daze and said contemptuously:
"Tsk, a bunch of little brats who have never seen the world. What are you waiting for? Are you going to confiscate our property?"
As soon as Chen Yan finished speaking, everyone's eyes lit up and they rushed in.
Chen Yan was strolling around the vault by himself when Li San came over excitedly.
"Brother, this time we have completely turned the tables.
I did a preliminary calculation and found that there were at least 2000 gold bars, no less than 80 dollars, plus 20 U.S. dollars and countless counterfeit coins. This would be more than enough to recruit another 1 soldiers for this brigade."
Chen Yan then took out a cigarette, and Li San habitually took out a lighter.
Surprisingly, Chen Yan did not light the cigarette, but instead lighted a few counterfeit banknotes. He watched the banknotes burn up inch by inch before he lit the cigarette.
"Brother...Brother, we are rich now and we are not as wasteful as you."
Li San felt painful when he saw Chen Yan lighting a cigarette with banknotes.
"Bullshit! The counterfeit currency issued by the Japanese is circulated among the Chinese people, and they themselves never accept it.
This pile of waste paper will be a nuisance if I keep it. I even use it to wipe my butt because it is too rough.
Tell the brothers to act quickly and not take the counterfeit currency. We are short of manpower and cannot take it all, so burn it all."
Li San said reluctantly: "Brother, you really don't treat money as money!"
"Stop talking nonsense, these two bastards. When I was going to nightclubs back then, the DJ would always say: All the bills tonight will be paid for by Mr. Chen."
Chen Yan recalled how he used to spend money like water in one night, and now he looked at how poor he was just trying to make a few bucks, and he couldn't help feeling jealous.
Thinking of the past, Chen Yan unknowingly smoked another cigarette.
Only Li San was left to imagine it to his heart's content.
Is the nightclub that big brother is talking about a brothel?
The DJ must be talking about the madam!
No wonder the big brother was so fluent in speaking at Chun Jiao brothel, it seems he is an old hand at love affairs!
At the same time, on Gouwazi's side.
Their targets were several casinos, brothels and opium dens on this side of the commercial street.
Midnight is the most eye-catching highlight of these low-end places.
In order not to cause unrest, Gouwazi was very cautious.
The opium dens and brothels were much quieter in the second half of the night. After they sneaked in, all they had to do was search their pockets or put their things in a sack and then search their pockets again. It was a simple process and everything went smoothly.
Until they came to the last Japanese casino called Futian.
Unlike the dimly lit Chinese casinos, the casinos run by the Japanese are brightly lit and bustling with people, as if it were daytime.
Most of the people who gamble in there are Chinese men. Even if they lose everything, they will still take the indentures of their wives and children and try one last time.
The person inside had red eyes and was shouting at the top of his lungs: "Big, big, big..."
Gouwazi and his men sneaked into the casino and prepared to make some extra money before calling it a day.
Who would have thought that this time he would be exposed and fail.
After entering the casino, Gouwazi and the other two immediately dispersed and looked for the location of the accounting office.
After Gouwazi found the ronin, he didn't take them seriously at all. He rushed in and kicked one of them down. Then he used the "Holding the Moon in the Arms" move and strangled the Japanese man to death.
Just as he was packing up the cash and getting ready to leave.
Suddenly, he heard a "Duang" sound, his eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground.