Spy Wars: Red Shopkeeper

Chapter 94 Sincerity
Lu Bowen slammed the table, his eyes shining, "I understand."

For Lu Bowen, the purpose of coming to Shanghai was to make money for the organization, but whether it was a lot or a little was still money. It was difficult to set a specific goal for this number, so he could only tell himself to do his best.

It's a bit like going with the flow when it comes to what kind of business to start a business, and the mission is not clear.

But after Gu Yansheng said this, the goal in his mind became concrete at this moment. What business path to take and what kind of business to start could be decided by opening up a transportation line at the same time.

First choose a city, then choose a business. As long as the business can make money, what business can't you do? Every city has its own supplies that need to be sold and purchased. It is definitely profitable and can also take care of secret transportation. It's the best of both worlds.

From Shanghai to Anhui and Jiangsu, this was for the New Fourth Army.

From Anhui to Henan, from Henan to Shaanxi, or through Shanxi and then into Shanxi, you will reach Yan'an.

It can be operated by land or by rail, from Shanghai to Nanjing, and from Nanjing to Zhengzhou.
You're thinking too far ahead. You still have to take one step at a time. The flour mill hasn't even been bought yet.

"Next time I go to purchase goods, I will pay more attention to the routes. I will note down which checkpoints have Japanese personnel and which ones have strict inspections. I can also use my connections to build relationships, which I am good at."

The happy little peddler now has to work part-time as a checker. Lu Bowen thinks that this will give him a different kind of motivation when traveling long distances.

Gu Yansheng looked at him and wondered why he suddenly looked so happy?
"Anyway, I'll leave the business matters to you. I won't take care of it. If you need any passes or quotas, come to me."

"Okay, I'll be leaving first. The two factories will be busy next."

Before going out, Lu Bowen greeted Liu Xiaolou. After all, they were neighbors, so they could chat about some family matters.

It was probably some nonsense like He Yun asking Liu Xiaolou to go shopping together or to have dinner at her house.

After they left, Liu Xiaolou came in and whispered, "Director, I heard a piece of news. Deputy Mayor Su went to see Secretary Ling in anger. He seemed to be saying that the overtime document issued yesterday was written by Secretary Ling in his name. The two of them argued in the office and later fought."

"A fight broke out?" So exciting, hi, I missed it, "Who won?" Gu Yansheng was curious.

Liu Xiaolou had been excitedly sharing gossip, but upon hearing this, his smile faded slightly. He looked questioning, "Director, your concern is a bit strange. When two such high-ranking officials fight, does it really matter who wins?"

"Of course it's important." Gu Yansheng gave her a look that said, "You don't understand." He smiled and said, "If the Secretary-General wins, and Deputy Mayor Su loses two cities in a row, he'll inevitably be furious. In his frustration, he'll use the name of the Economic Department to put pressure on his subordinates to maintain his authority. Do you think they'll introduce any new measures?"

"It's a draw. I heard Secretary Ling got slapped first, so his face is a little swollen. But Deputy Mayor Su wasn't feeling well either. He got punched in the nose, and it's bleeding."

"Hiss, it's a draw." Gu Yansheng thought for a moment, picked up his clothes and left. "If anyone comes looking for me, just say I'm meeting someone in the concession."

Why are we having a good fight? It seems like he instigated it.

My nose is bleeding, and I have definitely lost face. Su Xiwen is probably going to get angry, so I'll go out and hide for now.

In the French Concession, Gu Yansheng came to the police station to look for information.

After repeated practice, I was no longer in danger of being kicked out. The police politely invited me to wait in the visiting room.

The police officer went upstairs to report to Liaoshan.

Liao Shan frowned when he heard Gu Yan's voice.

In fact, he didn't want to meet Gu Yansheng. At that time, he had the opportunity to make friends with Gu Yansheng, but he judged that Gu Yansheng's value might not be equal to Wu Sibao, so there was really no need to break up with Wu Sibao and gamble.

A bird in the hand is worth more than a hundred in the bush. The matter of passing the Wusongkou Pass still depends on Wu Sibao, and his choice is definitely the right one.

So the matter of finding a car came to nothing.

But later on, Wu Sibao actually got to know Gu Yansheng. Damn it, Wu Sibao returned the car, which was like tearing off his underwear.

Used to look down upon!
Regarding this matter, he is now the deputy director of the Justice Department, which is very embarrassing.

"Brother Gu, you haven't come to my place for a long time. Are you blaming me because I didn't find a car for you?" Liao Shan teased with a smile as he entered the door.

Gu Yansheng smiled, "I definitely don't dare to blame anyone for the strange information, but I'm afraid my car will be stolen again if I park it in front of the police station. I don't know if the security in the French Concession has improved."

Liao Shan's smile was a little stiff: "It's true that I didn't do well enough in this matter."

Gu Yansheng laughed heartily: "Just kidding, Mr. Liao, I came here today because I need your help with something."

Not to mention the help, Liao Shan really likes Gu Yansheng coming to him for help.

He smiled and said, "Brother Gu, what do you want me to help you with?"

Gu Yansheng paused, looked at him, and said, "The director of materials should know that I am currently working in the Judicial Department. The Military Police Headquarters has asked me to clean up the drug market in Shanghai. All drugs entering and leaving the market must be under the jurisdiction of the Judicial Department."

"What does this have to do with me?" Liaoshan looked puzzled.

"But as far as I know, Mr. Liao is also a big dealer."

Liao Shan raised his eyebrows. "It's a bit too much to say this in front of the police headquarters, but let's not mince words in front of others. Yes, I do have some business in this area, so what? My business scope is mostly in the French Concession, which seems to have nothing to do with Director Gu's sphere of authority. The Japanese can't control me, right?"

Gu Yansheng nodded in agreement: "It's really out of our control, as long as the materials are not unloaded from the Wusongkou Wharf.

Generally speaking, the Japanese army at Wusongkou would not inspect all ships heading for the British, American and French concessions. They maintained their rule and demonstrated their power. Occasional inspections were not a big deal as long as no contraband was found.

If I could really find boxes of Fushou Cream.
The Japanese will make a big fuss about this internationally, attacking the concessions for the continued drug epidemic. This is what the United Kingdom, the United States and other countries like to do the most. The Japanese have been waiting for this counterattack for a long time.

The public opinion will definitely not be good at that time.

In order to save face, if the British and American legal persons find out that the owner of this batch of goods is Mr. Liao, Mr. Liao may lose his position as the chief Chinese detective, even if he has paid protection money to the French.

So, if I were the material manager, I would choose to purchase from Wusongkou.

First, the people in Wusongkou definitely charge cheaper prices than the French. Second, Shanghai is such a big market, surrounded by Jiangsu and Anhui. They have done everything, so why would they be willing to just guard a small concession?

If it were an ordinary person, I would believe it, but if it were the Qing Gang, wouldn't their appetite be too small? "

Gu Yansheng looked at Liaoshan and smiled slightly: "It's just a guess, don't worry about it, Mr. Liao. I came here today to ask Mr. Liao for a favor.

The editor should be very familiar with the newspapers in the French Concession, so ask them to publish an article.

They're saying the Japanese military plans to pocket all the profits from Shanghai's drug operations to fund their war. This open support for drug trafficking and using drugs to finance the war is truly despicable. I'm going to criticize it as fiercely as I can. Find as many newspapers as possible, including British and American ones. I don't mind as many as they want, as long as they don't put my name on it."

The listener was stunned.

I thought Gu Yansheng said so much to threaten him and force him to submit.

But this turn was too tortuous, so tortuous that he completely couldn't understand Gu Yansheng's purpose.

"What's the reason for doing this?" he asked with a puzzled frown.

"I'm just trying to help you guys. I just want to ask Mr. Liao, do you want to pay?"

Liao Shan sneered, "Only a fool would want to pay!"

Gu Yansheng gave him a look of approval. "That's right. To be honest, Mr. Material, the mission the Japanese gave me is to get all the drug profits in Shanghai. I'm not talking about 50% or 70%, I'm talking about all of it."

"You're fucking daydreaming!" Liao Shan actually laughed out loud. "What are you thinking? All of that. Hahahahaha, I wouldn't even dare to do that in my dreams. Hey, Brother Gu, didn't you think it was wrong when you accepted this mission?"

Gu Yansheng chuckled and asked in confusion, "Why should I feel that it's wrong? I'm not dealing drugs. I'm just doing my job. What does your opposition have to do with me? Will I lose a dime in salary? Huh?"

"Then what are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious? If you don't fight, how can you have bargaining power?"

"I see." Liao Shan knew why he was asked to publish this newspaper. "Okay, I promise to make this a big deal tomorrow and blow the roof off the place."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Liao."

Gu Yansheng let out a long sigh, stood up and prepared to leave, leaving a final word: "But Mr. Liao, I still have to warn you in advance about this matter. The Japanese may make concessions. The difference lies in how big the effect you can achieve.

But the money must be paid, so stop at the right time and give me a reply as soon as possible."

Liao Shan watched Gu Yansheng leave, frowning and thinking for a while, and spoke when Gu Yansheng opened the door.

"I can pay the money, as long as the goods flow steadily, but the amount needs to be negotiated. I've already paid 30% to the Secret Service Headquarters. If you pay more, I won't be able to take it out even if you ask me to. The French, the Green Gang, and my men all need to eat."

He knew that what Gu Yansheng said was the truth, and it could even be said that he was speaking sincerely, without mistaking him at all. The Japanese would not let go of this piece of meat, as these people were robbers.

"Brother Gu, I am speaking from the heart."

Gu Yansheng turned around and looked at him, nodding. "It would be great if Mr. Material is willing to help. Let's set the price today. What's the total for the month?"

"About 20 million."

It’s a little less than Zhang Xiaolin’s, but you can tell from this number that it’s more than just the French Concession.

Gu Yansheng didn't care whether there was hidden profit or not, as long as he could make some money.

"That's it, then. I won't be responsible for anything in the French Concession. For all the goods that leave Wusongkou, I'll take 20% and you'll pay 20%. But the accounts will be 30%, and I'll distribute it to the Secret Service Headquarters. You don't have to pay a penny. Okay?"

It is only 10% more than before, which is a very acceptable result.

"Okay, then let's do as Brother Gu says."

After taking care of another one, Gu Yansheng rejected Liaoshan’s invitation to have dinner together and simply took care of the last one.

Jewish gang.

As long as he could deal with Sassoon, Gu Yansheng didn't plan to talk to the remaining gangs one by one. There was no need for that.

But Sassoon still wanted it, because he was nominally a very prominent public figure in the British and American concessions.

(End of this chapter)