spy cloud

Three days ago, Zhang Tianhao was sitting in the Belarusian Bar drinking.

Maybe it was because his ears were more sensitive, or maybe it was because he was in a bad mood today, so he sat there alone, drinking silently.

It’s just that this bar is a little different from other bars. Other bars may be very lively, but this bar is quite quiet.

The most important thing is that the consumption in this bar is not just expensive, but extremely expensive.

The same wine here is two to three times more expensive than on the market, so most people won’t come here to drink unless necessary.

Those who come here to drink are naturally not here specifically to drink, but to trade.

After all, this White Russian Bar is actually a Far Eastern intelligence exchange.

Although all intelligence agencies know about it, it was established by the Belarusians and involves various countries, so naturally not many people dare to take action here.

Zhang Tianhao would often go there to sit and occasionally hear some important information.

In a private room on the second floor, a Japanese man and a French man were talking in a low voice.

"Mr. Sangmu, this time, various countries will transport a batch of about 30 tons of gold to the United States. This is because many dignitaries from various countries will take all their property away. However, this time the matter is very secretive and they don't want others to know."

"It's just like George before. About tens of millions of dollars of assets were stolen. Now he has no money when he returns to the country, so they plan to escort this batch of gold together."

The Frenchman whispered to the Japanese in English, and he was obviously afraid that others would hear such news and bring him endless trouble.

"With so much gold, it must be difficult to transport this batch, right?"

"Yes, but..."

He gently stretched out his hand and rubbed his fingers a few times. His meaning was obvious: he wanted money.

"Ten thousand dollars, what do you think?"

"Haha, Mr. Sangmu, are you kidding me? Do you know how much this batch of gold is worth? Two hundred million US dollars, you give me ten thousand US dollars, forget it, let's not talk about this matter anymore, and besides, you are not sincere, so let's leave it at that!"

  When the Frenchman heard this, he immediately became dissatisfied. After all, this involved a huge amount of gold worth more than 200 million US dollars, but he was only given 10,000 US dollars for his hard work. He might as well not take it. Why not take the risk?

"Isn't this a deposit, Mr. Rosenel? I think we can offer a hard work fee of $100,000. What do you think?"

"One hundred thousand. If you sell this information casually, it will be worth at least tens of millions of US dollars. You think you are only offering one hundred thousand? What a joke, what a joke."

"How about this, if this is true, I'll go back and ask for instructions, and the higher-ups will decide how much money to give you, what do you think?"

When Sang Mu heard this, he knew that he could not decide the value of such information, so he prepared to delay it.

After all, as long as they investigate carefully, this batch of gold will definitely reveal a clue, and then they can find a way to get it.

"It's up to you. Anyway, the ten thousand dollars you gave me is just a small deposit. If you want more information, give me the money. After all, I also need to do some activities. Many people want to take all the money, not just you."

With deep dissatisfaction, Rosenblum stood up, turned around and walked towards the door.

Sang Mu's face suddenly turned unhappy. It was obvious that he wanted the money more, especially now that they were more short of money for turnover.

Otherwise, they wouldn't print these counterfeit coins everywhere to exploit the Chinese.

The most important thing is that the Japanese military expenditure was too high, so high that even the funding for local governments had to be cut back to let them find the money themselves.

Zhang Tianhao was sitting downstairs, drinking some wine. He couldn't help but look up at the snow-white roof, and a hint of excitement flashed across his lips.

After all, thirty tons of gold is not a small amount.

If he had this batch of gold, he could have so much more money out of thin air and do more things.

"Wick, another drink!"

He heard footsteps coming up the stairs, so he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, then pushed the glass directly in front of the bartender and said lightly.

"Okay, sir!"

As for who is here, the bartender doesn't care and you can't ask. This is the rule.

What's more, there are several people here who are his true face, and what you see may not be true. The bartender directly poured another glass for Zhang Tianhao and pushed it in front of him again.

This is the advantage of sitting at the bar.

"Sir, could you please buy me a drink?"

Just then, a young woman, half wearing a veil, walked up to Zhang Tianhao, then sat next to him, and asked with a soft smile.

Zhang Tianhao immediately turned his head and glanced at the woman, his eyes quickly swept over the woman's face and even her proud figure.

Although she was wearing a long skirt, she gave people an indescribable feeling.

"It turns out to be Miss Rose. Please give Miss Rose a glass of red roses!"

He actually laughed, then sat there, looking at Rose unscrupulously.

Rose, this is a celebrity who frequents all celebrity places, but she is a rose with thorns.

As for money, a woman like this is not short of money at all. As for her specific identity and background, he doesn't know it and he hasn't found out.

But we know that this woman has certain connections with the top leaders of many forces.

Even in this bar, he had seen it at least three times, and this was the fourth time.

"Thank you, sir!"

"You're welcome!"

"Sir, I think we have met a few times before. May I ask your name?"

"A name is just a symbol. You can just do it with the wind."

"Mr. Feng, how many times have we met? I didn't expect that Mr. Feng would recognize me!"

Rose took the wine glass gracefully, with a cunning look in her eyes. If the face under the black veil could not be seen clearly, it would definitely make people sink into it.

"Miss Rose, isn't it inappropriate for us to discuss such issues here?"

Zhang Tianhao immediately smiled and shook his head, politely refusing.

"Oh, it seems that Mr. Feng is also a frequent visitor here, isn't he?"

"Isn't it the same for Miss Rose?"

"hehe!"

She also laughed and did not answer. Instead, she looked Zhang Tianhao up and down.

Zhang Tianhao's clothes all seemed to be made of high-quality fabrics, and coupled with his handsome face, he would naturally attract the attention of some young women.

"I don't know what Mr. Feng likes. If possible, how about we sit over there?"

"Okay!"

Zhang Tianhao smiled, then walked down from his seat with a glass of wine, and followed Rose to a quieter booth on the side. It was obvious that Rose had something to ask him this time.

The two of them found a place to sit down casually, then he gently lifted up his right leg and looked gently at Rose who was sitting opposite him.

Rose sat there, also looking at the wine glass in her hand, as if the wine glass had some magical power that attracted her.

Neither of them spoke, both were waiting for each other.

After about several minutes, Rose looked at him without saying anything, but still smiled gently.

"Mr. Feng, you are not a gentleman enough!" (End of this chapter)