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In a private room on the second floor of a teahouse in the Shanghai Concession, Mingzhi sat there, drinking tea quietly by himself, while Zhou Wei stood aside.

"Xiaowei, please go out first. When the guests arrive, bring them up."

"Yes!"

Zhou Wei turned around and walked out of the box and stood directly at the door.

Mingzhi was the only one left in the box. After all, he also needed to think about something, especially about the mess that Keihei Jiichiro had made. Should they take over or should Keihei Jiichiro come back?

The most crucial thing is the food issue. Without food, everything is empty talk.

Just as he was sitting here alone thinking, he heard a slight knock on the door.

At the same time, Zhou Wei's voice was heard: "Director, the guests are here!"

"Please ask him to come in! You just keep an eye on him outside!"

"Yes!"

As the door of the room opened, a middle-aged man walked in with steady steps, wearing a top hat and a scarf.

After walking in, he took off his black top hat, then took off the scarf around his neck and hung them on the rack on the side.

Then he walked over to Mingzhi, pulled out a stool and sat down, then poured himself a cup of tea.

"How's your investigation going? Have you found out what actions the Japanese are preparing?"

"I didn't find out, but I found that the Japanese troops throughout Shanghai were being mobilized. The original 3,000-something guards were directly mobilized, and they were also strengthening their training."

"Three thousand garrison troops are indeed beyond everyone's expectations. Last time, two or three thousand people were directly poisoned to death. This time, another two or three thousand people were transferred. Logically, one thousand garrison troops should be enough for the whole of Shanghai, but I found that these garrison troops were all drawn from the front-line troops."

Mingzhi still told the other party the situation in a low voice.

"It's indeed strange. It makes me feel like a storm is about to come. I don't know what the Japanese are going to do."

"It's a pity that the guy left Shanghai. Otherwise, maybe we could ask around and find out something."

"Forget about it. This guy is very stubborn and refuses to reveal any information. The most important thing is that he suddenly took a vacation this time and went to Hong Kong. It can't be that simple. I suspect there is something behind it that we don't know."

"Yes, I think so too. I have already told the people in Hong Kong to keep an eye on Jingping Jiichiro and see what he buys!"

"I think the other party may have made a big move this time. Otherwise, if you look at the entire Sanyo factory, it seems to be a coincidence. But this coincidence is too much of a coincidence."

"Then have you found the female workers that you purchased to train Keihei Jiichiro?"

"No, we don't know where he arranged for these female workers to go. After all, Shanghai is so big, it's not easy to find them just by hiding somewhere."

"The concession, probably hiding in the concession. I'll send someone to investigate. Once we find him, we can guess what he wants to do."

"Old Li, do you feel that this consultant is different? Others are trying to make money and fight for power, but he seems to have no interest in all this."

"Besides, I always feel that he is very mysterious. Really, he gives me an indescribable feeling."

"Why do you feel that way?"

"I don't know. I can never see through him. I don't even know what he's thinking."

"It seems that this consultant is quite interesting. I should talk to him if I have the chance!" Upon hearing this, Old Li laughed a few times.

"I won't contact you these days. If there's something particularly important, I'll call you directly to let you know!"

"Don't call. The phone is not safe. If I'm right, the phone is being tapped by the Japanese. If you have something important to tell me, just leave me a code."

"Okay!" The two sat there again and started chatting slowly.

……

In a secret place in Yancheng, Lao Zhang sat at a table, looking at the message just sent from Shanghai. He felt unbelievable.

"How is it possible that this small Japanese factory has received so much praise from so many people?"

"It's really fucking weird. A Japanese is doing charity work in Shanghai, and he's been doing it for two or three years. It's really weird, too weird."

"Also, what is so good about this Sanyo factory? The internal staff also said that the factory is good and has a very good reputation."

Lao Zhang has been the political commissar here for a while, but when he saw the news sent from Shanghai, he still found it hard to believe.

A factory opened by Japanese has received such great praise.

"I'll go to Shanghai someday to take a look. Although there's nothing wrong with that kid's management, I'm still a little worried. Alas!"

In his opinion, Zhang Tianhao is still too young.

But he only remembered that Zhang Tianhao was very young, but ignored the fact that Zhang Tianhao was 28 years old today, and would be 29 after the Chinese New Year.

Just as he was thinking, the door was pushed open from the outside.

A middle-aged man walked in and looked at Lao Zhang with a smile on his face.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, why do you look so bad today?"

"No, I just didn't expect to receive a clear-coded telegram. A Japanese factory in Shanghai would have such a high status in the eyes of Shanghai people. It was a bit surprising."

"Oh, what kind of factory has such a high status in the hearts of Shanghai people?"

"The Sanyo factory, whose full name is Shanghai Sanyo Textile Garment Factory, heard that the factory was closed for the holiday, and many people were dissatisfied and went to the municipal government to complain."

"Wouldn't it be nice to have a holiday?"

The chief was also amused when he heard this and couldn't help laughing.

"Not really. This factory rarely gives holidays, but workers get double pay on holidays, plus some benefits. Workers would rather not take holidays. This time, the factory gave all workers 100 yuan and 50 kilograms of food, saying they would take a holiday for a while, but the exact time is unclear. Many people are afraid of losing their jobs, so they went directly to the city government to make trouble."

"The holiday time is uncertain. Could it be that this factory can't continue to operate?"

"Do you think a Japanese factory can't continue to operate? I think this factory may have encountered a lot of troubles. I have heard some rumors before. It seems that someone suppressed the Sanyo factory. It seems that it was suppressed by the Japanese. It was a joint suppression by several companies."

"It's really strange that the Japanese are suppressing their own people!" The leader also found it funny when he heard it.

"Are there any other explanations?"

"But do you know what's going on in Shanghai?"

"What could possibly happen in Shanghai? With so many Japanese stationed there, is there anyone who can turn the tables?"

When the leader heard this, he just shook his head and made a joke with a smile.

"It's really outrageous. This is the information that was delivered this morning. I read it and I couldn't believe it. It's true. There are also some resumes that Zhang Tianhao printed himself. It's really hard to believe."

"show me!"

When the leader heard that it was about Zhang Tianhao, he was stunned. He immediately snatched a few pieces of paper on the table and began to read them carefully.

As he looked further down, his expression became more and more strange, sometimes he patted his thighs in joy, and sometimes he frowned in pain. (End of this chapter)