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In the restaurant opposite, Mingzhi sighed as he looked at Fang Chongshan, who had lost more than ten pounds in the past few days.

"Director Fang, how is the matter going?"

"Hey, Director Ming, where can I buy these machines? The machines I sold have been discontinued by Yang, and many of them are even broken. I can't buy them even if I have money. Now I'm contacting people in Hong Kong!"

"I suffered a big loss this time. I should be more careful next time. Don't try to take advantage of a little bit and almost get myself into trouble."

As Mingzhi spoke, he took out a few small yellow croakers from his pocket and placed them on the table.

"Director Fang, I may not be able to help you with anything else, but these small yellow croakers are a gift from me. After this ordeal, your family probably doesn't have much money left!"

"Alas, who would have thought that the Japanese would take back the factory? If it had been a few years, nothing would have worked. It's just that the timing is not right now. I've walked into a trap."

Mingzhi sat there, picked up a glass of water and drank it casually.

"You, you are really lucky this time. Jingping Gu Department did not pursue the matter and just compensated some money according to the original price. Otherwise, confiscating the property would be a small matter, really!"

"I know this is not Consultant Jing Ping's fault. If anyone is to blame, it's my greed. I'll take the blame this time, seriously!"

"It's good that you understand. The problem now is that if you have no other choice but to pay, I think Jing Ping Consultant has more connections than you do!"

"indeed so!"

"Then go find him tomorrow! Give him the money, and then get the matter settled. It will also be a relief."

"Well, I'll send the money over tomorrow!"

"That!"

……

Zhang Tianhao sat on a small tea beach, looking at a young woman opposite him.

Neither of them spoke. They just sat there drinking tea quietly, and they didn't even look at each other.

But when Zhang Tianhao picked up a small cup, he saw a small piece of paper in the teacup with a lid. The paper was soaked in tea, but there was a sentence written on it.

"We need one thousand kilograms of food. The Third Guerrilla Team is in urgent need of it."

  Food, food again!

Zhang Tianhao felt a headache when he looked at the things on the note. After all, grain was very precious, and there were certain restrictions on grain purchases in Shanghai.

Even salt has certain restrictions, which is not a good thing for him.

"Three days later!"

Zhang Tianhao uttered three words softly, then drank the tea in one gulp. As for the note inside, he also drank it.

"old place!"

When he put it down, he uttered three more words, as if they were squeezed out from between his teeth.

Although there was food in his factory, it did not mean that it was easy to get food, especially since there were so many people in the factory who needed to eat. He had to ensure that the workers had enough food.

But they also need to provide food there. As for the other squadrons, except for the second squadron, which also needs to provide food, the other squadrons can basically be self-reliant.

As for the guerrillas, it has always been a troublesome matter, as they are simply unable to be self-reliant.

He stood up, took out twenty dimes from his pocket and put them directly on the table, then turned around and walked towards the car opposite.

After all, he didn't stay here for long.

If he hadn't seen the notice requesting a meeting today, he wouldn't have come directly here.

After turning around and getting into the car, Zhang Tianhao gently instructed A-Beng in front of him, "Go to the Economic Committee. You have to work there today."

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Ah-Ring started the car and drove towards the city government, leaving behind only a young woman who was looking at the car in disbelief. After all, she had just discovered that the other party was actually a Japanese, a Japanese that they were quite familiar with and hated, a very bad guy.

"How could it be him? How could it be him?"

She muttered a few words and immediately returned to her original expression. After all, she knew about this kind of thing, so she had to keep it a secret.

Although she had heard of someone who was a bad guy in everyone's eyes but was actually one of their own, this was the first time she had met him.

Zhang Tianhao also saw this information on the way here, and ran over directly without even putting on makeup.

"No wonder we didn't know his identity and even tried to assassinate him. But it turns out that he is one of our own and is the secretary. What a strange story."

Secretary, a person whom they all admired, but no one had ever seen his true face.

When she saw him today, she realized that she was still too naive.

"I just don't know your name, it can't be Master!"

The word "Shaoye" is very popular in Shanghai, but there are only a few people who can truly be called Shaoye. He may be the only one who uses Shaoye as his code name.

Zhang Tianhao didn't know what impression he left on this young girl after meeting Zhang Lu, but he was quite distressed.

Food, food!

The guerrillas were beaten so badly by the Japanese that they were forced to flee everywhere. Now they are facing too many difficulties.

A guerrilla force of more than fifty people now has only twenty-three people left.

He had already received intelligence from there. Apparently, after the order to retreat was given, the other side did not retreat in time, which led to large-scale casualties.

But the guerrillas were not something he, as the secretary of the Shanghai underground party, could control. He could only notify them of the news.

"A-Ring, how much food do we have left in the factory?"

"There are still more than thirty tons!"

A-Ring thought about it and gave a vague answer. After all, he was not sure how much food there was.

"In a moment, you take the factory's seal and go buy some grain to put in the factory. After all, the grain consumption of a thousand people is quite high."

"Yes!"

Next, neither of them spoke, but the car drove very fast and soon arrived in front of the Economic Committee's office building.

After getting off the car, Zhang Tianhao went straight to his office. After all, there was a secretary, Liu Qin, a girl in her twenties, waiting for him there.

If he didn't go, the girl would have nothing to do and could only sit here in a daze.

"Counselor Jingping, you are here!"

Seeing Zhang Tianhao, Liu Qin immediately stood up and greeted him politely.

"By the way, a lot of documents have been delivered to your office these days and need your signature. I have prepared them for you!"

"Okay, I'll take a look at it first, and you can come to my office in an hour and deliver the document."

"Yes!"

Liu Qin responded, but was also a little confused. After all, there were quite a lot of documents, more than 40 documents. Although they were not very important, it might not be enough to read them all in an hour, not to mention that they had to be studied carefully.

But she didn't say much, but carefully helped Zhang Tianhao open the office door and served him a cup of hot tea before leaving the office.

Zhang Tianhao sat there, looking at the table full of documents, and began to read them carefully.

Many of the documents here were empty documents. He read them very quickly, and then he made up his mind. He quickly signed his name on them. (End of this chapter)