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Ze Anzhi reached out and pressed down on Mao Renping, lifting his shirt to pull out the holster along with the belt.
"What do you mean by not giving me the holster?"
Mao Renping's mind exploded with a rush of overwhelming shame, leaving him frozen in place, as if he had turned to stone.
Ze Anzhi acted as if nothing had happened, removing his own jacket and dumping two plates of silver dollars, a handgun, a magazine, the holster, and an envelope into the spread-out coat. He then tied it up into a bundle and slung it over his arm.
"Wait for my good news!"
In the office, Mao Renping and Old Li sat in silence for over ten seconds before Mao Renping slowly spoke up. "Old Li, about today..."
"Don't worry, I didn't see anything or hear anything! I'm leaving now!"
"Wait! What about the account reconciliation?"
"Don't worry, there will be four trainees who will sacrifice themselves during training recently. Compensation will come from Dayang."
"Alright! You can go!"
Old Li hurried out, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. In the office, Mao Renping held his head high, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. Suddenly, he felt a chill in his lower body. Looking down, he completely lost his composure. His furious shout echoed through the office area. "Ze Anzhi! Damn you! I swear I won’t let this go!"
At the Hua Mao Hotel restaurant in Shanghai, Ze Anzhi, dressed in a tailored suit, had already been sitting there for an hour. In that time, he had consumed an entire serving of Bone Steak.
This was the largest dish available at the Peace Hotel; most people would be stuffed after just one serving. The standard Bone Steak, also known as Battle Axe Steak, weighs around a kilogram. Ze Anzhi polished off that amount of pure beef in just one hour!
That was nearly the weight of a small child, and he finished it all in one sitting. If it weren't for Ze Anzhi being a guest in the top suite and wearing a suit made from the finest fabric by Hongxiang Tailor Shop, the restaurant manager would have definitely called security out of concern that Ze Anzhi might not be able to pay or might burst from overeating.
Fortunately, after finishing his meal, Ze Anzhi finally stood up and calmly signaled for the manager to come over to settle the bill.
"Mr. Ze! Thank you for your patronage at Dayang."
"Yes, please bring it to my room. Ugh, carrying cash for Dayang is such a hassle! Who brings that much money when going out for a meal?"
The restaurant manager smiled politely while internally rolling his eyes.
"Who goes out to eat and spends Dayang on a single meal? Especially alone! Who would be like you—a bottomless pit?"
A single Dayang can buy a pound of rice, and with just a Dayang, you can get a pound of pork! It could cover a year and a half of rent in the alley! The train ticket from Shanghai to Nanjing costs a Dayang, and with one Dayang, you can take multiple trips without needing to get off for two months! Yet, this is just the cost of one meal now!
Sigh, cash is such a hassle these days. Without a silver card, everything is paid in cash. Mr. Ze, if you find carrying Dayangs troublesome, you could exchange them for Dollars! That would make it much easier to carry!
Ah, right! That makes sense! Please arrange for someone to come with me to my room; I’ll pay the money.
Sure, Mr. Ze. Xiao Tang, go with Mr. Ze to the room to get the money.
Alright, Manager.
Three days later, carrying some hard-earned Dollars, I boarded the train directly to Harbin. The exchange rate for silver was at its peak; this was the most valuable time for silver coins. Of course, silver coins were also the most stable currency in the first half of the Huaxia Century.
Carrying paper money was much more convenient; I didn’t have to lug around a bag jingling with coins, trying to hide that I had money on me. During my few days in Shanghai, Ze Anzhi encountered an average of three pickpockets and two robbers each day. Naturally, it always ended with him turning the tables and robbing them instead.
People of the nation, come out and face the music! Is this what you call the golden age? Is this what you refer to as prosperity? Damn it!
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