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"Master!"

Just when Zhang Tianhao was sitting upstairs translating, he saw Wu Xiaoxue walking up from downstairs and called out to him softly.

"what's the matter?"

"32!"

"Not bad, not bad! I made 32 dollars."

When he heard the number of 32 people, he knew that someone had informed him that 32 Japanese had died yesterday and overnight. For him, this was enough.

"Is there anything else?"

"No, can't I come up and sit for a while?"

When Wu Xiaoxue heard this, she glared at him and then snorted in dissatisfaction.

"Okay, it's not that I don't allow you to come up, but these documents are too important. If you stay up there, you'll be discovered, and that'll have a bad impact, okay? If you don't have these documents, it doesn't matter if you come up again."

"I don't understand it, so why should I be afraid?"

"Xiaoxue, this is not a question of whether you understand it or not, this is the rule, understand!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the place under his desk, obviously telling Xiaoxue something.

Wu Xiaoxue was not stupid either. She looked in the direction of Zhang Tianhao's finger and saw an electric wire appearing there. It was extremely thin and would not be noticed if one did not pay attention.

However, this wire runs directly along the corner of the wall to the inner office, and is obviously used to monitor Zhang Tianhao.

There is almost no doubt about this. As for where it leads to, Zhang Tianhao had actually noticed it a long time ago. It leads to the embassy opposite. Apparently many important documents have been handed over to the translator. It would be strange if it is not monitored.

This surveillance was also done overnight, and the door of the bookstore was opened and done secretly.

"All right!"

Wu Xiaoxue reluctantly agreed, but still said dissatisfiedly: "It's noon now, I'm a little hungry, go buy me some food, okay?"

"Row!"

When Zhang Tianhao heard this, he knew that he had to agree to this request, so he put away the documents with a smile, then took Wu Xiaoxue downstairs.

"Wait for me downstairs. I'll go across the street and get some food to eat."

"Yes! I'll prepare chopsticks and boil water."

"Row!"

After saying that, Zhang Tianhao picked up the aluminum lunch box, pushed open the door of the bookstore, and went to the embassy to get food. After all, as a formal employee, he had lunch at noon.

The only difference is that wages are no longer calculated on an hourly basis, but on a monthly basis. Overall, wages are reduced by about 50%, or even more.

But it’s better than stability.

After all, this kind of temporary task is not common, so the income is relatively low, and sometimes it may not be needed a few times a month.

Zhang Tianhao sat there, eating lunch with Wu Xiaoxue. From time to time, he would poke the lunch box lightly with his chopsticks, and his eyes were even a little unfocused.

Wu Xiaoxue on the opposite side also noticed Zhang Tianhao's abnormality. Obviously, she was accustomed to Zhang Tianhao's situation. After all, every time Zhang Tianhao encountered this situation, he was thinking about the problem.

Generally speaking, if it weren’t for some important issues, Zhang Tianhao wouldn’t be so distracted.

Zhang Tianhao was indeed in distress, not because of anything else, but because the money was too much and most people could not afford it.

This time, he wanted to send so much money to Yan'an, but it was too heavy, so Zhang Tianhao was in a dilemma. The last time he traded 5 million French francs with the Axe Gang, he just carried it and didn't feel much.

Although he was carrying a large box, it still contained five million French francs. It was such a large box that even he found it quite strenuous to carry.

But now thinking back, he felt that the Axe Gang members did not attack him, or wanted to embezzle the money.

It turned out that the big box of money weighed half a ton, which means that one box weighed nearly one thousand kilograms, equivalent to the weight of seven or eight adults.

Thinking of this, Zhang Tianhao felt a headache, really.

At the same time, he was also shocked by his own strength. It was not just a little bit, but a weight of nearly a thousand pounds.

Later, the military notes were carried in two large boxes easily, but the two large boxes weighed nearly a thousand tons.

"Fuck, I'm already this strong."

He sat there, took out a banknote from his pocket, then gently flicked it with his hand. He heard the banknote make a crisp sound, which sounded even more pleasant to him.

"Master, it's time to eat!"

"Well, this time there might be some trouble!"

"what happened?"

"There are too many of them, weighing more than four tons. It would take a special truck to transport them. If we just bring them over, it's unlikely."

"Four tons? And more than that. Why is it so much?"

"I can't help it. I just thought of it. I didn't notice it before. Now I notice that I took it for granted."

"When they come, we will give them the goods. We won't make any profit. Is that not okay? How can we carry four or five tons of goods?"

"Forget it, just return it. It's just a batch of books. We can return it anyway. At most we can give up some shipping costs."

"Then should we notify them that we don't want our goods anymore?"

"It's no use. The goods have already been delivered. I feel a bit overwhelmed when I have to transport too much at once."

As he spoke, he flicked the banknote in his hand, looking left and right, as if the banknote contained some secret.

……

Minister Li and several other leaders were sitting there, studying the telegram sent by Zhang Tianhao since last night. The contents were too many and too complicated, and even if they were to process them, it would take a lot of time.

It was not until noon that they finally breathed a sigh of relief after only a short sleep at night. Many documents had been processed, or the tasks had been arranged. Those who needed to be notified had been notified, and those who needed to be processed had been processed.

"Okay, there is one last thing, and that is money. Thirty million French francs and twenty million military notes. How are we going to transport so much money back? This is the biggest problem."

"Yes, this is indeed the biggest problem. As for the military notes, we can transfer them directly to the occupied areas through other channels, and then divide them into operating funds for various places. As for Shanghai, in addition to keeping some for other lines, we don't need them for No. 2."

"That's fine, but have you thought about it? How are we going to transport so much? Thirty million French francs alone is nearly three tons, and twenty million military notes is nearly two tons. This is just calculated at ten yuan. This money may be earned from his business. It is impossible that all of it is ten yuan. I suspect there are five yuan, two yuan, etc., which increases our transportation difficulty."

"The last batch of 20,000 sulfa drugs was transported by our people until now, and they have just arrived in Yangzhou West. If we let others transport it, it may be more difficult."

"Well, that's true. The problem is that the boy probably can't be delivered here. Otherwise, given the boy's personality, he might be delivered here directly in the future."

"Don't keep thinking about the money that guy sent us. He has done a very good job. I suspect this is his last round of support. We only spent a little of the money he sent last time. This time he sent more money, which means that he has massively reduced the size of his industries in Shanghai and other places. He may have even sold them all to recover the funds, or he may have anticipated some trouble and completely closed these industries."

"I also had a feeling that this guy might still have a lot of money left. I must have sensed something, so I withdrew my funds." (End of this chapter)