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Chapter 327 Sasaki's Invitation

"Rickshaw, Peace Hotel!" Zhang Tianhao said loudly after waving to the rickshaw next to him after warning Ma Lianlu.

"What a rigid German!"

Ma Lianlu also cursed secretly, and immediately waved to another rickshaw, and soon followed Zhang Tianhao, heading for the Peace Hotel.

Peace Hotel, this is a relatively well-known hotel. There are peace restaurants in many places. It is a restaurant opened by foreigners, and the security here is quite good.

Looking at Ma Lianlu behind, Zhang Tianhao couldn't help but smile, although he didn't know why the Soviet man paid so much attention to him, but he just smiled.

"Sir, would I like to stay in a hotel or eat?"

"Stay in store!"

Soon under the leadership of the waiter, Zhang Tianhao went directly to a suite on the fifth floor, and he even moved in with his suitcase.

After resting all night, Zhang Tianhao got up Shi Shiran the next day, and then turned around in the city of Harbin. As for what to see, or what to eat, there was no purpose in the mission.

As for the Japanese on the train, he also gave up following Zhang Tianhao, and the only one who could pay attention to Zhang Tianhao was that Ma Lianlu.

Entering Harbin, Zhang Tianhao also leaves early and returns late every day. He likes to take a camera, mess around in various places, and even take pictures of some interesting things.

Although the image of Zhang Tianhao as a foreigner is particularly conspicuous, he was still given the best cover, so that he might be under investigation, and many policemen and spies directly gave up their plans to deal with him.

Beating a dog also depends on the person. For a German or an American, the Japanese still have to think about whether they can withstand the pressure of diplomacy.

On this day, Zhang Tianhao walked near the Zhengjin Bank of the Japanese in Harbin. Looking at the few guests coming and going inside, he just thought about it and gave up.

Zhengjin Bank, he doesn't mind making a vote here, but he still has to think carefully about how to do this vote.

"Mr. Del, hello, may I invite you for a drink?"

Just when Zhang Tianhao was about to turn around and leave, he saw a Japanese sitting next to him in a suit, smiling and extending an invitation to Zhang Tianhao.

"I don't know sir, do you have something to do with me?"

Zhang Tianhao was also taken aback for a moment, and was immediately surprised. After all, he was being targeted by the Japanese, or it could be said that he was being followed by the Japanese. This was not a good thing for him.

"Excuse me, my name is Sasaki Ichi. I work at the Japanese embassy. I heard that a good friend from Germany is here. I think we should meet. Are you right?"

"Hello, yes, but I can't speak your Japanese!"

"It's okay. We can speak Chinese or German. After all, our friends in Germany are friends of our Great Japanese Empire. Please!" Sasaki smiled and gestured.

Then I saw a car driving over and parked beside the two of them.Then a driver ran down and asked Zhang Tianhao and Sasaki to get in the car.

In a French western restaurant, Zhang Tianhao elegantly put a piece of cloth in front of him, then looked at Sasaki in front of him with a smile and said: "Mr. When it comes to Zhengzhong’s French and western food, if you don’t do it, I will.”

"Hahaha, Mr. Del, please!"

Zhang Tianhao first shook the red wine in the bottle, and then sniffed it lightly. A sour smell floated directly into his nostrils, making people feel intoxicated.

"This red wine has not been aged for a long time, and the fermentation time is a bit short, that is, four or five years. Unfortunately, it is not authentic. When I go to France in the future, I will eat authentic wine there. It will be delicious."

"Mr. Del is Guangbo, please try the steak! The steak is carefully grilled by the French chef."

"it is good!"

Holding a fork and a knife in his left hand, Zhang Tianhao slowly began to cut the steak on the plate. A small piece of steak looked extraordinarily elegant and skillful in Zhang Tianhao's hands.

"It's unpalatable, it's not authentic!" Zhang Tianhao spat out a sentence of French, which made Sasaki Yi who was beside him stunned, and looked at Zhang Tianhao with a strange look.

After all, he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

"Hello, I finally heard a sentence in French, how kind and happy it made me!"

The tall French chef walked over from not far away as if he had heard the most beautiful voice, and greeted Zhang Tianhao in French with a smile.

"I didn't expect to hear French here, sir, how about I give you an authentic steak?"

"OK!" Zhang Tianhao directly made an OK gesture, then shrugged his shoulders at Sasaki, and said with a loud smile: "Authentic French steaks are only made by those who really understand them. On the ground, they will only make changes to adapt to local tastes, but will not produce authentic tastes.”

Zhang Tianhao explained to Sasaki.

Half an hour later, Zhang Tianhao was full of wine and food. Looking at Sasaki, a sense of nobility and rigor that comes with life appeared on Zhang Tianhao's face.

"Okay, I've eaten the meal and drank the wine, Mr. Kazu Sasaki, what can I do for you?"

"Since Mr. Del said so, I would like to ask, what is the mission of Mr. Del when he comes to Harbin this time?"

"NONO, you are too impolite. My mission in Harbin is confidential and cannot be said. Are you right? Of course, if you can benefit me and bring me benefits, then the mission will go to Teh Yes, don't you think so?"

"Hahaha, Mr. Del is really refreshing. How much does Mr. Del want?"

"Hahaha, Mr. Sasakiichi, I'm a businessman, a reporter, or something else, but it doesn't mean I don't like money, does it?"

"Sir is right, please continue!"

"Business comes and goes. What price do you want to pay? What kind of news will I give you? Are you right?"

"Then I don't know how much Mr. Del's price is?"

"One rifle production line, the price of [-] rifles. I will tell all my tasks. Of course, if you have less, then my tasks will also be less. Although I don't know if anyone else has done this, but That's what my price is here!"

"Impossible, how much does a new rifle production line cost for [-] rifles, I believe Mr. Del doesn't know about it?" Sasaki yelled after hearing one by one.

"I didn't say I want new ones. Do you think those poor people in western China can afford new weapons? I want the old weapons of the Northeast Army, but they must be more than [-]% new, as well as the Northeast's weapon production line."

"This is not possible, at least 70 US dollars, nearly 200 million yen, this is impossible."

(End of this chapter)