spy cloud

The next day, the weather in Hong Kong was not that bad, but it was a little gloomy, as if foreshadowing that something uneasy was about to happen.

Number One and A-Ring got up early, went downstairs to have breakfast, and prepared to get in the car provided by the hotel.

Just as the two of them walked into the lobby, Number One suddenly turned to look at A-Ring and asked softly.

"By the way, A-Beng, has the telegram been sent?"

"It has been sent. I sent it out last night."

A-Ring immediately responded, then respectfully made a gesture of invitation and followed behind No. 1, looking like a subordinate.

A spy sitting in the lobby was also stunned. After all, he seemed to be sitting in the lobby last night. How come he didn't know that the other party had sent a telegram?

Just when he was wondering, a spy came down from upstairs. He was the spy who had been monitoring No. 1 and the other two. They were divided into two teams.

"You're here. Did Wai A-Beng go out yesterday?"

"I do not know what happened?"

"You don't know. Just now Ah-Ring seemed to say that he asked someone to send a telegram last night. How could you not know?"

The spy downstairs was also stunned, and immediately asked nervously.

"Trouble!"

When the spy heard this, he was stunned at first, then he immediately smiled bitterly.

"I'm so sleepy, who knew they would go out so late last night!"

“This is really troublesome.”

"Can you please not tell them? If the colonel and the others ask, just say we knew you went out in the middle of the night. How about that? I'll invite you to Ji Ting's place when we return to Shanghai. How about that?"

"That's pretty much it!"

When the spy downstairs heard this, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and then the two of them followed No. 1 outside.

When they came outside, they waved to a car not far away, and saw the car driving over and picking up the two of them directly.

"Follow the car in front of you. Don't lose it."

"Brother, don't worry. Hong Kong is our territory, isn't it?"

……

At Mihara Company, Chizuru Takenori looked at No. 1 who was sitting opposite him, and a hint of confusion flashed across his face, but he didn't say much. Instead, he greeted him politely.

Someone came over and served tea.

"Qian Zhongjun, I didn't expect that we would meet again!"

"Haha, Jing Ping Jun, I didn't expect that you would come here in person this time. It's such an honor. Please!"

Senju Muten was very polite and made a gesture of invitation to Keihei Jiichiro, then he picked up the teacup and slowly sipped the tea.

"Thank you!"

The two of them sat there again and slowly drank their tea.

While the two were drinking tea, two secret agents from Lou Nian followed No. 1's car to the gate of Sanyuan Company.

However, when the two saw the name of Mihara Company, they were also stunned. After all, Mihara Company was once very popular in Shanghai two or three years ago.

They did a lot of smuggling, maritime, and army business, and at their peak they controlled nearly 10% of Shanghai's grain market. Not only that, there was almost nothing in Shanghai that Sanyuan Company was not involved in.

  The money earned was soaring.

However, due to smuggling issues, the company was investigated by the empire and as a result, the Mihara Company was completely moved and no longer operated in Shanghai.

The two spies had not expected that the Sanyuan Society would move to Hong Kong.

"Mihara Company, isn't it the Mihara Company of Mihara Kojiro?"

"I guess so. I heard that Mihara Company has several branches, but all Mihara companies within the empire have been closed down. I didn't expect that there is also a branch in Hong Kong."

"I will definitely report this matter. I think I can get a lot of bonus!"

"You, stop dreaming. If there is a reward for reporting, it would have been reported in the Hong Kong newspaper. Besides, what does this have to do with us? We are all imperial citizens. It's their own ability to make money. Why should you worry about it?"

"No, Master Jingping came here to buy a machine. I guess the machine here belongs to me. Otherwise, how could Master Jingping, who is almost obsessed with money, come here to buy a machine?"

"Also a possibility!"

However, the two spies did not know that although the Mihara Company was sealed off by the gendarmerie, it was not reported to the outside world. Even Nanjing, Hangzhou, and Tianjin were not sealed off. It was just that Zhang Tianhao took the initiative to withdraw.

Although it was withdrawn, the personnel were just swapped, and then the name was changed, or the company started over again.

As for Qian Zhong Wu Teng, he was simply transferred to Hong Kong by Zhang Tianhao to do business and avoid the sharp edge of Shanghai.

……

"Hello, President Jingping. I've also looked at the list you gave me. It's 1.6 million yen. What do you think?"

Qianzhong Wuten took the quotation list brought by his subordinates, and politely pushed the prices on the list in front of No. 1, and said softly.

Number One shook his head and said seriously, "Manager Qianzhong, this offer is too high. It's at least 30% higher than what's on the market. It's impossible. We still have to be honest when doing business."

"No, in theory, I have no problem giving you the original price, but the problem is that you are in a hurry, and I definitely don't have time to transfer the goods. After all, there are only three days."

"Then there is only one way. We need to dismantle it from a factory and sell it to you temporarily. Otherwise, the factory will stop production and who will they turn to for justice?"

"Manager Qianzhong, you can't say that. Although our price is three days, if you really quote such a high price, we really can't do business with you. Our money is hard-earned, so please give us the actual price. Otherwise, we can only find the British to discuss the price."

"I believe they will be willing to give us a satisfactory price."

"If you go find the British, I guess you'll have to pay more, at least 40% of the price. I can say that my price is the lowest in Hong Kong!"

"You have to know that there is still the price of fifty tons of grain here. I will sell you fifty tons of grain at the market price, but the machine really doesn't work."

"It's too much. This doesn't fit our original purpose of buying it. Besides, it's really hard for us to make money right now, so the price must be reduced. I think 1.4 million is about right."

"No, you've cut my price by 20%. No matter how you calculate it, it doesn't make sense. If I can only make 10%, I'd rather not do business like this."

Qianzhong still shook his head, and his expression became much more serious.

"I'm only giving you this price because we're both imperial citizens. Otherwise, outsiders would charge at least 35% or even 40% of the price. If a week passes, I might only be able to pay the original price. After all, it takes two days to load such a large machine. You actually only have one day to buy it. Am I right?"

“No, it’s too expensive!”

Number One still refused. After all, the funds Zhang Tianhao provided were only 1.5 million, which included Gu Chuan and others. He really could not accept such a price.

"Your price is too high. It seems that Qianzhong is still not sincere in this business. If you ship it to Shanghai, I will add the shipping fee to you, up to 150 million! This is our bottom line. If it really doesn't work, then we can only say that this business is really impossible to do."

"Okay!" (End of this chapter)