At the same time, a depressed and dull aura filled the dim office of the Chuncheng Gendarmerie.

The dim lights sprinkled from the shaky light bulbs on the ceiling, barely illuminating every corner of the room, but seemed unable to dispel the lingering mania.

Junan, the captain of the military police team, was sitting upright behind a wide desk. His fingers unconsciously hit the tabletop, making a "boom boom" sound, which seemed particularly harsh in this quiet office.

His brows were frowning, and his eyes revealed irritability and depression.

He seemed to be waiting for someone, looking at the door of the office from time to time.

But the person he had to wait for was not delayed, so he could only subconsciously knock on the table with his fingers.

"Report to yourselves, that man is here."

At this moment, the guards came to report.

Junan sighed and ordered: "Let him come in."

"Hi!"

The guard responded and then made a gesture of inviting him outside. It was obvious that this person had a good position in front of the Japanese.

Of course, at least this is true here in Junan.

After a moment, an old man in his sixties slowly walked in through the front door of the office.

He was wearing a beggar-like clothes, with patches on the clothes, and almost all the places were strips of cloth.

Then the cloth strips were covered with cloth strips, looking like a big fluffy bird.

His hair was casually combed behind his head, combed into a small braid, and a few strands of silver threads scattered from it, adding a bit of unruly and vicissitudes.

Although the old man's face was covered with wrinkles, his eyes were still bright and bright.

He was playing with a string of crystal clear Buddhist beads in his hand, and he gently twisted them from time to time, and walked in with a smile on his lips.

But Junan had no good expression at this time, and came up and questioned: "In Chuncheng, the Imperial Army suffered major losses. The guns they used should have been purchased from your black market, right?"

The old man smiled and said, "Junan Taijun, are you talking about what happened in the villa in the south of the city? What does this have to do with our black market?"

Junan asked: "Didn't their weapons and ammunition be purchased from you? I already have definite evidence that they have been to your black market!"

The old man still kept smiling and said, "Mr. Junan, since everyone in yours knows, why didn't they report it to you at that time? I didn't stop them, did you say so? Hahaha!"

"Baga!"

Junan was angry, but he had nothing to say, because indeed, since his people had seen each other long ago, why didn't they report at that time?

Of course, it’s not that the Japanese spies don’t want to report, because there are many people trading in the black market every day. Do they still have to report every day?

And it has been more than a year since nothing happened. So no one expected that someone would buy weapons on the black market, which would be detrimental to the Imperial Army.

What's more, they just found out that it was Boss Zhang who brought people to the black market, and at that time, they had not received any news about the arrest of Boss Zhang.

But later I received it, but Boss Zhang ran away at some point.

Therefore, the Japanese spies could only report that the weapons of those rebels were suspected to have been purchased from the black market.

In other words, there is no direct evidence in Junan.

Of course, do you need any evidence here in Junan?

He looked at the smiling old man in front of him with a vicious expression.

But just as he was about to say something, the old man took out a small red box the size of a palm from his arms, gently placed it on the table, and then pushed it in front of Junan.

The old man slowly spoke: "This is the share of money this month. Junan Taijun, the black market is a money tree, you can't let him fall!"

Junan was still a little hesitant. If it was the usual money, he would feel at ease.

But this time, so many senior executives died.

But at this moment, the old man said, "I think the weapons of those rebels were brought in from outside. How can we have so many weapons in the black market? Moreover, are knives used in the villa? No one uses guns. Isn't it possible to sell knives in the black market?"

Junan's eyes lit up and he nodded immediately.

But he still instructed: "If any strangers enter the black market, they must report to me."

"Okay, Junan Taijun. Then I'll go back."

The old man turned around and walked slowly towards the office door again, his old look as if he could fall down at any time.

Seeing this, Junan said, "I'll send a car to take you back?"

The old man waved his hand and said, "That's so silly!"

While the old man was speaking, he had already left his office in Junan and his figure gradually disappeared into the dim corridor.

Junan opened the box and there were twenty gold bars inside.

He sighed and said to himself, "This gold bar is a good thing. How many people are willing to bow their backs for him?"

Of course, he couldn't have all this money for himself, because there were still many people who could protect him.

He is a son-in-law of the Ito family, and his father-in-law is the commander of the Japanese army in Chuncheng - General Ito.

So it is precisely because of this that the black market can survive.

He quickly called his father-in-law, and there was a deep voice on the other side of the phone: "Say!"

Junan hurriedly said, "My father, I have investigated clearly. The weapons of the rebels were not purchased on the black market. Moreover, the imperial army in Chengnan Villa was killed by knives. This is indeed a bit far-fetched when it comes to the black market. And that old guy has no less monthly payments every time. I see this matter..."

"Baga, are you a stupid pig? Don't I know that the Imperial Army in Chengnan Villa was killed by a knife? I asked you to call that old guy here just to make you beat him and get more benefits from him. You are simply an A Dou who can't help you. Do you also need me to teach you this way of making money?"

"What my father taught is, what I'll do is. I'll do it right now!"

Junan replied quickly, but at this time, General Ito rebuked again: "You are a stupid pig, just a stupid pig. Have you taken the other party's money and not held too much accountable? Isn't it too obvious if you want to ask for bribes for this matter?

You have to remember that although I have the final say in Chuncheng, there are still a group of old guys in the headquarters staring at me! If there is any problem with you, it will be even more difficult for me.

So you have to remember that you should never give someone a handle at any time. This is the way to survive in the officialdom, do you understand?"

"Hi!"

Junan quickly responded loudly, and when the other party hung up the phone, he gently hung up the phone.

At this time, although Junan was scolded for being bloody, he did not hold a grudge against his father-in-law at all. Because everything he had was given by his father-in-law, and he was teaching him how to be an official.
Chapter completed!