gnovel Chapter 38: Li Wanqi
Chapter 38: Li Wanqi
"hehe!"
Connor chuckled, clearly not believing it.
Chen Feng didn't want to dwell on the topic, so he tentatively asked, "Mr. Connor, as a colonel intelligence officer in the Pacific Fleet, you hold a prestigious position. Why would you risk your life to infiltrate Marolos City?"
"As an intelligence officer, it's perfectly reasonable for me to come here to gather intelligence, isn't it?" Connor was clearly unwilling to reveal his purpose.
That old bastard definitely has something else in mind!
Knowing that further questioning was pointless, Chen Feng complained, "Mr. Connor, the Springfield M1861 rifle you gave me last time was too outdated! It's a muzzle-loading rifle, far inferior to the Spanish Mauser 1893."
"Don't the Independence Army use these same guns?" Connor's tone was dismissive.
Chen Feng curled his lip. "How can that be the same? I'm fighting for the United States of America."
"It makes me angry just thinking about it. We sent a telegram to the General Staff saying you had five thousand elite troops, but you couldn't even muster a hundred." Connor glared at Chen Feng.
That's... such an exaggeration!
I wonder how much money this bastard is trying to embezzle from the aid.
Chen Feng cursed inwardly, but put on a smile: "Mr. Connor, aren't we in the same boat now?"
"snort!"
Connor's face was very ugly. He said coldly, "Chen, I don't care what method you come up with. When the observers arrive, you must bring out two thousand men for me. Even the old, weak, women and children are fine, as long as they can breathe and carry guns."
Upon hearing this, Chen Feng thought to himself, "Isn't this simple?"
But a troubled look still appeared on his face. He frowned and thought for a moment before slowly saying, "This problem is a bit difficult to solve."
"It has to be done, no matter how difficult it is!" Connor's tone left no room for refusal.
Chen Feng pretended to think for a while before suddenly saying, "I do have a solution, but you have to do me a favor first."
"Tell me what you think?" Connor stroked his chin, his eyes scrutinizing.
"You must have heard of the Zheng family of Luzon, right?" Chen Feng asked.
Connor nodded slightly: "Of course I know. The first Chinese family in Luzon is incredibly wealthy and monopolizes most of the sugar industry and related trade."
"The Zheng family has long wanted to join forces with your American army," Chen Feng fabricated. "Their patriarch is too old to come forward in person, so he wants to send his son to see General Dewey first to express his sincerity in cooperating."
"Want to see General Dewey?"
Connor's face showed difficulty, and he said in a low voice, "General Dewey is the commander of the Pacific Fleet, extremely busy, and not someone you can just meet with any Tom, Dick, or Harry. If the head of the Zheng family were to personally intervene, I could try to arrange something, but a son..."
"This person is the next head of the Zheng family. With him supporting the US military, your logistics and intelligence networks in Luzon will be much more efficient," Chen Feng continued to spout nonsense.
Connor frowned and asked, "Where is he?"
"It's right here in the city of Malolos," Chen Feng replied.
After a moment's hesitation, Connor said in a low voice, "I will take you to see General Dewey outside the West Gate this evening."
After saying that, he took out a few Spanish silver pesos from his pocket, slapped them on the table, and got up to walk towards the hotel door.
Finally, one matter is settled.
I wonder if Zheng Mingsong will be able to achieve his goal.
Don't let yourself end up working for nothing.
Chen Feng watched his retreating figure, let out a soft sigh, and got up to walk towards the stairwell.
Huh?
Why are there always people in the stairwell?
As Chen Feng stepped onto the stairs, he heard footsteps on the second floor heading towards the third floor.
His hearing was extremely sharp, and he knew clearly that before he entered the hotel, the person must have been on the second floor and had not moved an inch.
At this moment, the footsteps had already reached the third floor, followed by a slight opening of a door.
303
Marilyn's room.
Why is this woman spying on me?
wrong!
When Marilyn was on the second floor, she hadn't returned to the hotel yet, and there was only one person in the restaurant at the time.
She was monitoring Connor.
Marilyn had previously stated that she was an intelligence specialist for the U.S. Pacific Fleet, so it was not surprising that she knew Connor.
It seems this woman is also eyeing the US military, or rather, she's wary of US military intervention in the gold rush.
Having figured this out, Chen Feng stopped worrying and headed straight for the third floor.
squeak...
Just as he passed by the door of room 303, the door suddenly opened, and Marilyn walked out. She feigned surprise and took a step back, then smiled charmingly and greeted him, "Chen, what a coincidence, you just got back?"
Ha ha!
Chen Feng sneered inwardly, knowing she wanted to find out the content of his conversation with Connor, so he deliberately put on a stern face: "No good! I'm busy!"
Before he finished speaking, he walked straight past and headed towards his room.
Marilyn's smile froze instantly, followed by a look of shame and anger. She stomped her foot hard, turned around, and banged on the door of Jack and Peter's room next door.
As soon as the door opened, she squeezed in, slamming it shut behind her. "Something's happened! That Chinese guy, Chen Feng, actually knows Colonel Connor, the intelligence officer for the Pacific Fleet! They had a long, secret meeting in the restaurant!"
"Will this affect our operations?" Jack asked blankly, looking completely lost.
Marilyn cursed the idiot in her heart, but patiently explained, "It's hard to say now, but the sudden intervention of the US military is definitely not a good thing! That guy Connor is notoriously greedy, and he's probably eyeing the gold in the church too."
"Then what should we do?" Jack pressed.
Marilyn smiled confidently and tossed her long blonde hair: "I'll go to his room tonight to find out. Men, you know, with a little trickery, there's no one you can't get to talk."
"Seduction?"
Jack frowned and shook his head, saying, "The risk is too great! That Chinese man seems to be quite skilled and cunning. What if you end up losing more than you gain, finding nothing and getting taken advantage of instead?"
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Marilyn shook her head slightly and immediately made arrangements, "After I go in, you all stand guard outside the door. If you hear me shout for help, rush in immediately and subdue him!"
Peter, who had been silent until now, slowly nodded: "Okay. However, we don't need to wait for a distress signal. As soon as we hear any unusual noises in the room, we'll rush in immediately, just in case something unexpected happens."
......
Chen Feng was naturally unaware of the conspiracy between Marilyn and her brother.
After returning to his room, he immediately took out the suit that Zheng Mingsong had given him from his luggage, intending to change into it for the appointment.
Pang Li, standing nearby, curiously leaned closer and asked, "General, are you going to a banquet?"
"I guess so." Chen Feng adjusted the buttons on his shirt in front of the full-length mirror.
It must be said that this suit is indeed well-made and cleverly tailored. Wearing it, most of the fierce temperament is covered up, and instead, it adds a touch of polite gentlemanly demeanor.
Most of the old aristocrats in Europe and America fall for this!
However... George Dewey was a soldier, and his preferences might not have been the same as those of the nobles.
But no matter what, wearing a suit is better than a patched short jacket!
His previous attire didn't look like that of a leader of a faction at all.
Wear a suit!
By the time we meet again, I should be able to wear a real military uniform.
Chen Feng muttered to himself, then took off his suit jacket, carefully folded it, and wrapped it up.
This weather is so hot! Even if you don't move, you'll be sweating buckets under the sun. If your suit gets dirty, you won't have a replacement.
He changed into a cool, coarse cloth short jacket, pointed to a brand-new rattle drum on the table and said, "Pang Li, take this to the self-operated military camp, find Wang Muning, and tell her it's a gift from me to her. Also, have Zhang Xiuwu take two shifts to the beach."
Pang Li assumed the rattle drum was some important token, so he carefully tucked it into his chest and nodded solemnly, "General, rest assured! Even if it costs me my life, I will personally deliver it to Wang Muning!"
"Take care on your journey, and set off immediately."
Chen Feng realized he had misunderstood, but he was too lazy to explain. It was just a rattle drum; there was no need to waste words.