Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Ichiro Yasuda had already expected Xu San's refusal.

He didn't care about what Xu San said.

As a businessman, you have to be thick-skinned, and as a big businessman, you have to be even thicker-skinned.

"I made a little mistake," said Ichiro Yasuda.

"A little?" Xu San held the wine glass and looked at Baotian out of the corner of his eye.

"It's really just a little bit." Yasuda Ichiro said calmly, "I took a little money."

"How much?" Xu San asked?
Baotian calculated for a moment and finally said, "It's about three thousand US dollars?"

"Three thousand? That's not enough money. Even if it's ten times more, you won't be easily given your military rank," Xu San said warmly, then took a sip of wine.

"But now that I think about it, that incident was a little strange. And someone hinted to me today that I should run away quickly."

"You didn't run away?" Xu San asked.

"No! I know that if I run away, all the blame will be borne by me alone! And no matter whether it is my fault or not, as long as I run away, all the blame will be put on me."

Xu San put down his wine glass and nodded gently, "You are wise."

Ichiro Yasuda lowered his head and glanced at Xu San, thinking that Xu San should be able to help.

Xu San took a breath and his expression suddenly turned calm.

Although it doesn't look majestic, it gives people a very formal feeling.

"Brother Baotian, tell me, what do you think has been exposed that makes you so nervous?" Xu San asked seriously.

Baotian did not hesitate.

I had prepared myself mentally, so I said what I had prepared to Xu San. "About a month ago, my former superior suddenly called me and said that a batch of materials needed to be shipped back to China."

"What supplies?"

"My superior is said to have a batch of ancient books." "Antiques?"

"This." Yasuda Ichiro paused for a moment, "The box is not big, but it is very heavy. It doesn't match the weight of the paper."

"How many boxes are there?"

"Four. They left the port in four batches."

"If you think the weight is not right, why don't you open the box and check?" Xu San asked, "This should be your responsibility."

Yasuda Ichiro took a breath and said, "Well, although I am a lieutenant colonel, I still have to understand the ways of the world."

"What do you think about this batch of ancient books? Why do you think there might be something wrong with it?"

"Because my superior said that these ancient books are cultural relics, it is a bit inconvenient to directly pass through the customs, so he arranged for someone to help."

Xu San nodded, picked up the wine flask and poured a glass for Ichiro Yasuda. "Tell me slowly, and give as many details as possible."

Ichiro Yasuda held up his glass and said, "My superiors arranged the vehicles and personnel for the route from the warehouse to the port."

Xu San picked up a peanut and rubbed it in his hand. "Did something go wrong on the way?"

"The customs supervisor is a Chinese. I have a good relationship with him. When we were loading the goods, I asked him to secretly check the scale."

Xu San raised his eyebrows. "Before shipping, you should have weighed it, right? Tell me, how much was missing in the end?"

"There are large scales on both sides, so it's impossible to be more accurate, but the error will definitely be controlled within ten kilograms."

"Hmph!" Xu San sneered, "Ten kilograms? Brother Baotian, let me ask you, is your worth ten kilograms of gold?"

Ichiro Yasuda is not only a soldier, but also a businessman with a considerable fortune.

However, his wealth is really not worth ten kilograms of gold. (End of this chapter)