Zhang Yong pondered for a moment.

Oh, it turns out to be the postal inspection office in Dingmo Village.

Alas, he is not used to this title yet. What about one, two, or three?

It’s better to call them Zhongtong, Juntong, and No. 76 earlier. It’s easier to distinguish and catchy.

"Walk."

"Let's go to the Paramount Cabaret!"

Zhang Yong looked at the time.

It happens to be evening. We can go there for dinner.

Although, during the time when the lanterns first come on, the Paramount Cabaret is generally not very lively. But, never mind it.

Anyway, today's work is over. Now it's rest time.

The world does not belong to Zhang Yong. Why should he be so active? You must enjoy it when you should enjoy it. Otherwise, what are you doing with so much money?

If someone accidentally beats him to death, that's it. He won't even have time to spend his money.

The worst thing is that people die and the money is not spent.

When a person dies, the portable space explodes, and all the treasures inside are scattered around. That's a real explosion of gold coins.

"Let's go!"

He grabbed Cao Mengqi.

This guy is obsessed with saving face. What a bad habit.

To work in our industry, you, Lao Cao, must learn from me. You have a dark heart and a thick face. Otherwise, you will die.

To be honest, others can steal your Lao Cao's gun. If they want to plot against you, it would be even easier. Whether it is a knife or a gun, they can kill your Lao Cao at any time. Many times, you can't tell the difference at all.

Who is the enemy? Even if he dies, he doesn’t even know how he died.

Set off.

Head to Paramount Cabaret.

Arrived quickly.

Sure enough, there weren't many guests.

There is a large poster posted at the door. It says Chaplin...

Huh?

What Chabelin?

Zhang Yong took a curious look and then compared it with English.

Oh, it turned out to be Chaplin.

He tilted his head and thought about it. Well, Chaplin is coming to perform.

However, it has nothing to do with him. He has no interest in these. He can't sing, dance, or draw. He was born without artistic abilities.

Get ready to go in.

Zhang Yong brought too many people, and it was impossible for them all to go in.

If it doesn't matter, each person who comes in needs a ticket. And the price of a ticket is eighty oceans.

You read that right. Eighty oceans per person. The price is ridiculously expensive.

No way, this is Parkway. The most high-end gold-selling cave in Shanghai. It is also probably the most high-end shopping place in the Far East.

Others position themselves as the most high-end. They tell you clearly: If you don’t have money, don’t come.

Even Zhang Yong was reluctant to buy too many tickets. He only bought three. Him, Cao Mengqi, and Shi Hu.

To be honest, if he hadn't helped Lao Cao find his gun, he wouldn't have spent a fortune.

Although it is easy to steal money...

No, it’s getting harder and harder to make money. We must save...

Enter.

There weren't many customers inside.

"Where did you lose it?" Zhang Yong asked.

"I don't know." Cao Mengqi replied bitterly, his face even uglier.

Zhang Yong knew he had met a master.

Lao Cao is definitely not an incompetent person.

If it were an ordinary thief, Cao Mengqi would definitely have discovered it when he started.

Only that kind of master.

For example, someone like Diao San. Or someone like his apprentice.

Places like the Paramount Dance Hall are a mixed bag of good and bad, and rich people often appear. Naturally, they are also the target of hunting by Buddhist masters.

Who knows how many clever thieves are hiding in a corner of the Paramount Dance Hall at this moment? Who knows whether their eyes are silently observing every guest who comes in, and then judging whether there is any

The value of starting?

Zhang Yong closed his eyes and rested his mind.

In fact, I was looking at the map silently.

The map was too big and displayed too much information. He couldn't process it all at once.

What's more, there are military models and economic models.

There is a little red dot. Ignore it for now. It is impossible for a spy to be a thief.

Although there are no explicit regulations, it is certain that the Japanese despise thieves.

He has caught so many spies, but there has never been one who pretended to be a thief. This can be ruled out.

Zhang Yong believed that the thief would definitely transfer the stolen goods.

In this case...

It's better to squat outside.

Fortunately, if you come in and go out within half an hour, you can get half of the fee back.

So I immediately took Cao Mengqi out and got back 120 oceans smoothly. Hehe, people are poor and have short ambitions. There is nothing they can do. But I immediately thought that I wasted 120 oceans without doing anything after I went in. I was heartbroken to death.

well……

We must find a way to make up for it tonight! Such a big hole...

Bring people to guard near the dance hall.

Gradually, time passed. More and more guests came to enjoy themselves.

They are either rich or noble. They are all people who own cars.

The suit is crisp.

The cheongsam is gorgeous.

Even the air smells of money.

envious……

Others go in to enjoy, while I can only drink the northwest wind outside...

Finally there was movement.

A weapons sign comes out of it. Take the side door.

He was a thin man. He seemed to be a staff member of the Paramount Cabaret.

Zhang Yong quietly waved his hand.

That's right, he was the one caught.

Thieves should always use the side door. It is impossible to use the front door.

The main entrance requires eighty oceans!

The thin man was very alert and looked around calmly.

After making sure that there was nothing unusual around him, he quickly walked out of the side door and entered the opposite street. Then he turned into a remote alley.

He was crawling around in remote alleys. He was obviously very familiar with the road conditions.

Suddenly, he felt like someone was following him behind him. He quickly quickened his pace.

Turned a corner.

Huh?
To be continued...