Chapter 127 The First Bandit (Subscription Request)

Facing Zhang Yunqi's question, Ma Shi couldn't help laughing and said, "Brother Yun, do you underestimate me? Seeing others kill people is not a big deal. If someone makes me angry someday, I can kill his whole family."

Zhang Yunqi laughed: "I'll just take it as a joke, but to be honest, wiping out someone's entire family isn't really a big deal, because you're also going to risk your life. You still have to use your brain when you do things."

Ma Shi smiled as he smoked a cigarette: "I am different from you, Brother Yun. I didn't even graduate from elementary school. I'm destined to work hard all my life. You are a top student in the No. 1 Middle School in the city. You are born smart and destined to do great things. Look at Brother Wang. He used to be about the same as me. He was a poor guy and wandered the streets all day long. But since he followed you, he not only has money, but his temperament has also changed. I remember once when I was drinking with Brother Wang, he mentioned you to us and said that you were his benefactor, Wang Guibing."

Zhang Yunqi smiled and said, "That's exaggerated. It seems that Wang Guibing is also a big mouth. Now let's talk about business."

Ma Shi nodded: "You say, Brother Yun."

Zhang Yunqi pointed to the small restaurant not far away and asked, "Do you see that small restaurant? There is a sign of Lao Liu's Restaurant hanging on it."

Ma Shi was very perceptive. He had noticed that Zhang Yunqi would stare at the closed restaurant from time to time after he came here. He nodded and said, "I see. What happened to this Lao Liu Restaurant?"

Zhang Yunqi retracted his gaze and said to Ma Shi: "Listen carefully, on the 19th or 20th of this month, between 4pm and 6pm, someone will rush into this restaurant and kill someone."

Ma Shi was stunned for a moment.

It wasn't that he was shocked. He had seen many fighting scenes over the years. He didn't feel anything when he heard others say that. Only when he really faced a murder scene would the adrenaline in his body be secreted faster. He was just confused. How did Zhang Yunqi know that a murder would happen here? What was the purpose of bringing him here in the middle of the night to talk about this matter?
Thinking of this, Ma Shi asked: "Brother Yun, what do you want me to do? Stop him when the time comes?"

Zhang Yunqi shook his head: "The man the murderer wanted to kill was his cellmate in the juvenile detention center. After they were released from prison this year, they teamed up to rob a grocery store. For some reason, the two of them had a conflict. I guess the murderer will come to take revenge on his cellmate before the 20th of this month. What you have to do then is to take a photo of the murderer, but that person is quite brave. Don't get close to him, don't let him see you, hide far away, and it doesn't matter if the photo you take is a little blurry."

Ma Shi was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "I understand."

Zhang Yunqi handed the camera and a BP machine to Ma Shi, and then pointed to the old locust tree behind him: "See here, there is a big tree hole. When you finish taking pictures, hide the camera in the tree hole, and then track the murderer. According to the information I have now, the murderer is from Changde City. I am almost certain that he will return to Changde City, so you have to find a way to track him to Changde City and find his black den. During this period, you cannot have any contact with the outside world. When necessary, I will contact you through this BP machine."

There was a lot of information in this passage. After listening carefully, Ma Shi thought for a long time before digesting it. He thought to himself that Zhang Yunqi had designed the entire plan so carefully, and he must have come here many times.

As for taking photos and tracking, he did not think it was too difficult. The risk factor was much lower than those fighting and killing activities. At least there would be no danger to life. Of course, the key point was how to track the target person without being discovered by the other party, otherwise it would alert the enemy and ruin things.

Soon, Ma Shi, who was more stable and experienced, analyzed the pros and cons of this matter. He took the camera and BP machine, and then hesitated for a moment before telling Zhang Yunqi a very practical question: "I can do this, Brother Yun, but there is a difficulty. You know I don't have much money. It's okay in the city. I can eat and live at home. If I want to go to other cities, I'm afraid I can't do it without funds."

Zhang Yunqi took out a neat stack of old man's hair from his pocket and handed it to Ma Shi: "Three thousand yuan, I have prepared it for you. Earlier you said that I was Wang Guibing's benefactor, but I don't think that's right. The term benefactor is too empty. He and I are just cooperating for mutual benefit, and I hope the same is true with you. The three thousand yuan is just your funding. How much do you want after this? Name your price."

Ma Shi hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother Yun, since you said so, I won't be polite, five thousand!"

Zhang Yunqi smiled and said, "I'll give you 20,000."

Ma Shi looked at Zhang Yunqi's calm and bright eyes, and felt an inexplicable palpitation in his heart, but he did not hesitate. He took the money and said, "Brother Yun, don't worry, I will do this for you even if I risk my life!"

"Don't risk your life. If you do, it won't work."

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When Zhang Yunqi returned home, it was already past eleven o'clock. Zhang Ma and the others had gone to bed, and his eldest brother Zhang Yunfeng was still doing accounts in the living room. Hearing Zhang Yunqi's voice, he turned his head and asked, "You're back so late?" Zhang Yunqi nodded, "I went to a classmate's house. By the way, brother, I have to go south tomorrow to take care of some things. It may take several days for me to come back."

"Okay, just don't fall behind in your grades." Zhang Yunfeng nodded, and didn't ask his brother Yunqi why he went south. He continued to calculate the accounts of the fish meal shop. To him, he couldn't control this brother at all. In fact, there was nothing for him to take care of. On the contrary, his own mess didn't make Yunqi worry about it.

After the two brothers agreed, Zhang Yunqi turned and went to his room. As soon as he entered, he saw his sister Chunlan standing in front of his desk, flipping through something.

Zhang Yunqi was stunned.

He immediately walked over and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Chunlan, who was absorbed in reading, was startled. She turned around and saw that it was her second brother Zhang Yunqi. Then she came to her senses and said, "What's wrong with your first-year math textbook?"

Zhang Yunqi breathed a sigh of relief: "Nothing, if you want to see something in the future, tell me and I will help you find it."

Chunlan hesitated for a moment. She felt that her second brother had suddenly become strange, but she couldn't put her finger on it. However, she could vaguely hear that her second brother didn't want her to go into his room to read. She felt a little disappointed and nodded in agreement.

Zhang Yunqi said, "It's getting late. You should go to bed early. The school is closed for the next two days, so the fish meal shop won't have much business. Let your brother take you and Xiaoxiao to Meihu Park for some fun. The high school entrance exam is only a few months away, so don't be too stressed. Relax."

After Chunlan left, Zhang Yunqi reached out to lock the door, turned around and walked to the desk, opened the bottom drawer, which contained some important things, including ID cards, bank cards, and some documents. At the bottom of the drawer was a locked black notebook.

This kind of notebook with a built-in small lock was very popular in the 1990s. Many students liked to use it to record some private diaries, sad lyrics and poems, or love letters that would never be sent out.

Of course, if someone with ulterior motives sincerely wants to peek at the contents inside, then this small lock is just a decoration and it only takes a few minutes to pry it open. But generally speaking, most people will stop consciously when they accidentally flip through this kind of notebook and see the lock on it.

Zhang Yunqi checked carefully and saw that there was no sign that the drawer had been moved. His expression relaxed. He reached out and took out the black notebook, took the key from his pocket to open it, and sat on the chair to start looking through it.

Starting from the first page, this notebook uses years as the timeline, and every sentence recorded is a groundbreaking piece of information. For example, in June this year, General Manager Zhu will concurrently serve as the President of the Bank of China, opening the curtain for the nationwide rectification and elimination of corporate triangular debts; for example, in June, Beyond lead singer Huang Jiaju passed away, and a generation of rock stars returned to heaven, and his legend will always remain in the images; for example, in September, China's bid for the Olympic Games lost to Sydney by two votes, and this regret in the hearts of the Chinese people was not made up until 6 years later.

In addition to these major national events at the macro level, it also includes some important nodes and initiatives in the process of reform and opening up, the incubation and growth periods of some companies that later became leading giants in Chinese business, the personnel composition of several Jiangchuan municipal party committees, their ideas for governing the city, their promotions, demotions, and parachuting, a list of some officials who have been involved in corruption and bribery, sensational criminal cases, and so on.

These things were a great fortune for Zhang Yunqi, but he also knew that recording them would be dangerous for him. Once seen by outsiders, it would bring him unknown troubles. Chunlan, who had just entered the room to find a book, reminded him again that he could not write them down so openly, but had to hide them! He had to find a way to make the notebook incomprehensible to ordinary people.

Zhang Yunqi thought about it for a long time, and finally came up with the idea of ​​using the first letters of the periodic table instead of Chinese pinyin, and then mixing in some Arabic numerals and strange symbols.

At 3:30 in the morning, when he successfully recorded the information on the penultimate page using the letters of the periodic table and a string of strange symbols, he took a lighter and a trash can and tore off the pages of the black notebook one by one and burned them.

It took him about ten minutes to burn the last page. After it was lit, the first paragraph of the page was very clear and eye-catching in the bright flame:
China's most brutal gangster, Zhang Jun!
　Sorry, I promised to update at 2 a.m. but I have not written until now. I wrote more and more, and now I have written 3,000 words. I am so tired. I am going to sleep now. Good night. Thank you for your support. I have to get up early tomorrow for an interview.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)