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Mao Renping stared at the table that Tie Hannan had smashed into a pile of fragments. He swallowed hard and quickly picked up a piece of debris from the ground to find his phone. He shook it a few times and shouted, "Finance! Send me cash right now! What? A signature? Do you believe I’ll come over and execute you? Right now! Immediately!"
After hanging up, a forced smile returned to Mao Renping's face.
"Well, Xiao Ze!"
Calling me by my full name, Xiao Ze, made it sound like I was Japanese.
Mao Renping's face turned green. Damn it, if you weren't such a threat right now, I'd shoot you on the spot!
But he thought about it and realized he had to weigh his options. So, his expression remained unchanged, and his smile grew wider.
"Then I’ll call you Ze Anzhi! Ze Anzhi! Your training is complete, and the higher-ups are ready to assign you a mission! Go fight the Japanese, how does that sound?"
Though he knew this day would come eventually, he hadn't expected it to arrive so soon.
"I'm done with training? I’ve only been at it for three months!"
"No, you’re done. The entire base, all the instructors in every subject, can’t teach you anything more. So you’re officially graduated!"
Sighing, he added, "You know what? Tie Hannan, you've put all the instructors in the hospital except for the female teacher in telecommunications. Who the hell would dare teach you now? Are they tired of living or just plain reckless?"
"Then where do I go to fight the Japanese?"
"Back to the Northeast. Go home and teach the Japanese a lesson. How does that sound?"
"Uh-huh! When do we leave?"
"Right away!"
"Okay!"
Ze Anzhi stood up, and Mao Renping extended his right hand.
Mao Renping immediately grasped it with both hands, ready to shake vigorously. But unexpectedly, his hands were thrown aside as if he were about to be flung out of the room.
"Who wants to shake hands with you? Where’s the money? No money, no deal!"
Mao Renping's desire to kill Tie Hannan was becoming harder to conceal. This towering monster before him made him feel like his small frame could barely withstand it.
So Mao Renping quickly nodded in agreement. "Isn’t it coming soon? Hurry up and sit down! Sit down!"
A few minutes later, Finance Old Li rushed into the office holding a wooden tray covered with a red cloth, sweating profusely. "Mao Ren..."
Old Li glanced around at the mess in the office and then at Ze Anzhi sitting in the chair like a giant while Mao Renping stood beside him with a forced smile. He couldn't help but blink hard, deeply doubting whether he had woken up too abruptly and was seeing things he shouldn't have.
Mao Renping watched as Old Li entered, immediately rushing over to take the tray. He solemnly placed it in front of Ze Anzhi, one hand supporting the tray while the other lifted the red cloth, revealing five long silver dollars wrapped in red paper.
"What do you think? I kept my word, right? Five hundred in cash!"
Ze Anzhi accepted the tray with one hand and set it on the chair beside him, then extended his right hand again.
Mao Renping was taken aback, unsure of what Ze Anzhi meant. He certainly wasn't going to foolishly reach out for a handshake again.
"What are you standing there for? Where's the funding? Am I supposed to go fetch it myself?"
"Oh, oh, oh! Right! Old Li! Hurry up and get the cash!"
"That’s useless!"
"Go get it! What are you dawdling for? Get moving!"
Seeing Old Li frozen in place, Mao Renping's frustration boiled over. He kicked Old Li out and shouted, "Move faster!"
Realizing that Mao Renping, usually so composed, was now flustered and panicked, Old Li understood that this rough-looking man must be someone important. So he hurried back to the finance office. A few minutes later, he returned with another tray.
"Ze Anzhi, here’s the cash. Take it! Also, this is your mission. Remember to open it only inside; it contains all your contact information and mission details along with your team members' code names. Make sure to destroy it afterward."
After saying this, Mao Renping handed over an envelope and placed it on the tray.
"What about the weapons? Are you sending me out empty-handed?"
"Oh! Right, right!" Mao Renping was nearly beside himself with anger. He quickly drew his sidearm from its holster and handed it over along with a spare magazine. "Boliangning—American-made. I cherish this; consider it my parting gift! Take it; don’t be shy!"
Seeing Ze Anzhi looking at him, Mao Renping thought he had moved him emotionally and urged him not to be polite. However, Ze Anzhi was not being polite at all.
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