spy cloud

"report!"

"Come in!"

Qi Teng raised his head and looked at Huizi who walked in, and looked at Huizi with a calm expression.

"Keiko, how is it going?"

"It has been handled. The Sanyo factory has cooperated very well. The factory has been sealed off. Except for the guards patrolling the factory, no one else is allowed to enter or leave. The main gate has also been locked, except for the small door."

"What's the reason?"

"The reason is that they have stored a large amount of food, and Shanghai is short of food. They are hoarding food in a strange place. They use this reason to close the factory, and no one can say anything."

"only……"

Huizi stopped talking halfway through.

"Just what?"

"Nothing, I just haven't thought about it yet, so I don't know how to say it for a moment?"

"Okay, don't tell me now. Wait until you have organized your words before you tell me again!"

"Hi!"

Huizi immediately bowed and spoke seriously.

"You did a great job, go down!"

"Thank you, Colonel!"

Huizi bowed, retreated carefully, and then closed the office door. After all, Huizi didn't want to reveal her thoughts in front of Qi Teng.

I almost blurted it out just now.

After leaving Qi Teng's office, Huizi's mouth corners slowly curved up.

She knew Qi Teng. Although he seemed to care nothing, she knew he was no ordinary person. She had to know that he could be her superior in Shanghai as a Japanese. She even heard some news about him.

That was the secretary of the Shanghai underground party, most likely this one.

After returning to the office, she took out a piece of paper. It was a sketch paper with a figure drawn on it. This was what the captured underground party member had told her.

It was this back. Although she couldn't see the face, the back gave her a very familiar feeling, and this feeling was quite scary. She always felt as if she had merged into one with Jingping's back.

"It can't be him!"

Keiko was also thinking about Jingping Jiichiro in a long gown, and she felt that he looked more and more like her.

But in the end, he carefully put away the sketch and put it in the drawer. After all, although it was just a sketch, he still had to be careful with it.

Given her status, she has to be extremely careful with everything around her.

temperament!

Suddenly, Huizi sat up straight, took out the sketch again and looked at it carefully.

Although she couldn't see the front, the person in the painting had a unique temperament, and there were very few people with this unique temperament in Shanghai. Even she had never seen another person like him.

Jingping has this kind of elusive temperament.

"No way, it's really him!"

The more she thought about it, the closer she felt to the truth, and the more she thought about it, the more incredible it seemed.

After all, a secretary of the Shanghai underground party was actually her superior. She didn't know how many people there were in the Shanghai underground party, but it was definitely not a small number.

"If it's really him, then he's hiding it really well!"

She had already read through all of Jing Ping's information and could almost recite it by heart, but it still gave her a feeling of unreality.

Who would have thought that the secretary of the Shanghai underground party was Jingping Jiichiro.

Thinking of this, he kept shaking his head, and even a hint of curiosity flashed across his face from time to time.

But he quickly suppressed this thought and tried to clear it from his mind. After all, this thought was really dangerous. Once it got out, Jing Ping would be in real danger. …

Gu Hao walked directly to the telecommunications room with a telegram in his hand and gave it to the radio operator.

"Xiaoqin, this is a call back to the young master. Please call back immediately!"

"Ok!"

The radio operator Xiaoqin took the telegram, looked at it carefully, then took out the code book and began to compile it, word by word.

Ten minutes later, a telegram written by Gu Hao was sent directly to Zhang Tianhao on the freighter.

……

On the other side, Zhang Tianhao was sitting in the restaurant eating lunch, while Zhang Lu came over and handed a telegram to Zhang Tianhao.

"My dear young master, this is a telegram sent to you from the factory. Don't you worry about the situation in the factory?"

"Why worry about it? I don't want bankruptcy any longer. If it weren't for the more than 1,000 female workers, I would have stopped production long ago to give them a living. Although I'm not losing money, the factory doesn't make much either. So let's just close it now."

"What about your Siyang factory?"

"My, you are joking. That's the military police. I am just in charge. I wanted to find a good job for Shanghai people, but it seems that it is not possible anymore."

Zhang Tianhao sighed and said helplessly, "I lost a lot of money building the Siyang Factory, at least 1.7 million. The machines alone cost more than 1 million, plus the site and buildings. The more I think about it, the angrier I get."

"Can't you keep it open? After all, many people in Shanghai are waiting for your factory to make a living."

"Do you think I can open a business whenever I want? I have no orders, I am suppressed, and I can't make any money. What's the point of opening a business? Besides, I am just one person. I want to help so many people. Do you think I can help them all?"

"Shanghai has a population of over a million, how many people can I help?"

Zhang Lu also understood that this young master was powerless.

She just wanted to help more ordinary families, but now the factory has been closed by the Japanese, on the grounds that there is too much grain and it is stored in strange places.

  What the hell is this reason? Isn’t it just that they want food from their factory?

Now you come up with a reason like this: Wasn’t this bought from Hong Kong? Doesn’t it cost money?

Besides, the food in the factory has never been sold. It is all eaten by the factory workers themselves!

  And hoarding strange things, isn't that just making excuses for yourself?

"Master, what are you going to do?"

"After a while, or when this batch of goods is shipped back to Shanghai, if the factory is closed, we can sell the grain directly to the workers of the original factory. After all, they have been with us for so long, so it would be nice to give them some benefits."

"Food is so expensive nowadays, Master, are you willing to give it up?"

"It doesn't matter if it's expensive or cheap. This time, the cost plus the shipping fee is about 1.3 yuan per pound. I basically don't make any money."

"so cheap!"

"It's cheap. I don't plan to earn the money from these workers. Besides, 200 kilograms a family is not much. If I work hard, I can barely support myself for a year. This is all I can do."

"Ok!"

When Zhang Lu heard this, he nodded in agreement. After all, not everyone is like Jingping Jiichiro, who cares about the workers in his factory.

"So what about the coal hauling business this time?"

"Fifty tons of coal, and the rest is used to buy other supplies. We just earn a labor fee and freight, and the rest is given to others."

"So you really can't make much money, right?"

"You, you, you don't do business, you don't understand the twists and turns involved. It seems that you didn't make any money, but in fact you still made money. The materials from Peking arrived in Nanjing and then were transferred to Shanghai. How much is the cost? Have you calculated it?"

"And how much is our fee? Have you ever calculated it? The cost in between is saved immediately, and we only make money from the difference in price."

"So that's how it is, Master. I didn't expect you to have such a flexible brain. You're really a talent for business. It's a pity that you just can't have children."

After Zhang Lu and Zhang Tianhao became familiar with each other, they started to make all kinds of jokes casually in various occasions.

"Get lost!" (End of this chapter)