Chapter 307, smoke, trade


    ?After thinking about it, Zhang Yong spent all the remaining banknotes in ink.


    No one saw it anyway. Li Boqi calmed himself down again.


    ?This matter of the Golden Three Eyes is over for the time being. I will continue to investigate when I have time later...


    etc.


    Suddenly remembered. Jin Sanyan always wanted to go back to the dock.


    Why is he so attached to you?


    There was something very important at the dock that forced him to risk going back?


    Otherwise, he could have fled westward. Or north. southward. It will be much safer.


    The problem is, Jin Sanyan is dead.


    So, Zhang Yong didn’t know what he wanted to get back.


    Over there at the pier, maybe someone knows?


    For example, Yuan Zheng?


    ??This guy is the captain of the inspection team and must be very familiar with all kinds of religions. Perhaps, he can provide some information.


    ?Hand out a large letter to compensate for the loss of the gold shop. Then lead the team and leave.


    Go directly to the pier. Call Yuan Zheng.


    “Captain Zhang…”


    Yuan Zheng felt uneasy in his heart. But he didn''t dare to show it.


    In his opinion, this Zhang Yong is definitely a troublemaker! Wherever you go, there will be trouble. It will cause countless disputes.


    The previous fight was with Zhang Xiaolin. I don’t know what show will be coming next.


    Wherever I go, I bring a large group of people with me.


    Also equipped with a light machine gun.


    Eh? It seems like you didn''t carry a mortar?


    So scary…


    “Captain Yuan, do you know Jin Sanyan?”


    “No, I don’t know…”


    "to be honest."


    “We really don’t know each other…”


    “Captain Yuan, do you want to have a taste of our Fuxing Club’s Tiger Bench?”


    "Don''t…"


    Yuan Zheng suddenly turned pale.


    ?The guy in front of me actually tried to catch him back.


    So angry.


    I really thought I was lawless!


    You are not the only Fuxing Society in the world! Can you, the Fuxing Society, cover the sky with one hand?


    ?However, he quickly accepted the reality.


    Mainly because the guy in front of me is really not a good person. no sooner said than done.


    ??It would be unjust if you were caught and put on the tiger bench. Even if there is a chance to come out. People are also useless. The biggest fear is that there will never be a chance to come out.


    “Captain Yuan, I am not holding you accountable.”


    “Well…”


    “I understand the situation.”


    “Jin and Jin Sanyan occasionally come back to the dock to pick up some goods.”


    “Who stores the goods?”


    “A wealthy businessman from Baoshan County named Pan Yonghua…”


    “Is Pan Yonghua here to pick up the goods or stock the goods?”


    “Both. Sometimes I pick up goods, sometimes I stock them…”


    Yuan Zheng did not dare to hide it.


    ?Although he hesitated, he finally said it.


    Exactly the same as Zhang Yong guessed. This Pan Yonghua is indeed in collusion with Jin Sanyan.


    The patrol tragedy in Baoshan County is mostly related to Pan Yonghua.


    There is no need to know the specific reasons. It is enough to know that he planned it.


    Another key figure comes to mind. The spy who stared at Americans.


    “Where is Jin Bufan?”


    "who?"


    “MGM Cabaret, or Paramount.”


    “Oh, you’re talking about Mr. Jin! He’s been here too, but not often. Occasionally he’ll come to pick up some goods.”


    “Has he been here recently?”


    “I came here once last month. Let me think about it. It was on the 26th of last month.”


    “Pick up or stock?”


    “I don’t know. I didn’t see him carrying anything big.”


    “Warehouse number…”


    "this…"


    “Say it or not, you think about it yourself.”


    Zhang Yong didn’t rush him either.


    Give you a chance. You don''t appreciate it. Just looking for death.


    ??If you don’t want to be the inspection captain, there are plenty of people.


    Yuan Zheng:…


    Can’t bear it. I can''t bear it at all.


    ?Pan Yonghua and Jin Bufan didn’t know why they offended Zhang Yong...


    “The two of them are Japanese.”


    "What?"


    “They are Japanese spies.”


    "ah?"


    Yuan Zheng''s face suddenly turned pale.


    The two of them are actually Japanese spies? That''s it.


    ?Having anything to do with them is a crime of collaborating with the enemy at any time. When he turned around, he was arrested as a traitor.


    It’s fatal!


    ??I really didn’t expect that these two were actually Japanese.


    “Thirty-four…”


    Speak hastily. In order to atone for one''s sins.


    At the same time, he sorted out his interactions with Jin Bufan and Pan Yonghua.


    fine. The involvement is not very deep.


    “Keep it secret!”


    "clear!"


    Yuan Zheng answered hurriedly. Very nervous.


    ??If this secret is leaked, Zhang Yong will probably want him to look good.


    In fact, Zhang Yong himself didn’t care much. Even if the secret is revealed, it''s not a big deal. Just enough to make Pan Yonghua and Jin Bufan nervous.


    As long as the two of them are nervous, something may go wrong. It would be better for Zhang Yong to capture them.


    It’s easy to arrest people. But getting information is difficult. Knocking on the mountain shakes the tiger. Hunting cattle across the mountains. Maybe more effective?


    "Walk!"


    Zhang Yong waved his hand.


    He took the troops and rushed to the warehouse at No. 34.?????No one. The door is locked.


    Pry. Smash. Open. Immediately something strange smelled.


    Frowning.


    This is smoke!


    What a guy, I actually store tobacco here.


    Yuan Zheng is also desperate for his life...


    Oh, I made a mistake in time and space. The year is now 1935. Smoke and soil are nothing at all.


    If it is a later generation, in China, if someone is exposed to poison, he will be shot. But in this era, as long as you have a certain amount of power, you can do the tobacco business.


    Look at the Kong family, there is tobacco stored in the warehouse of the Ministry of Finance!


    Some other forces even use smoke and soil as military expenses. There was no money for military pay, so everyone was given a pack of cigarettes. The Guizhou army has done this before.


    ?Soldiers take two puffs before going into battle. Otherwise, there is no motivation.


    Tobacco smoke harms people. But it does make money.


    Apart from arms, it is the most profitable.


    "It seems to be from foreign countries." Cao Mengqi took out some to check.


    “The Japanese spy also chooses good things!” Zhang Yong sneered.


    The so-called foreign soil refers to things transported back from abroad. Mainly India. There is the base camp of tobacco production.


    Because the raw materials are good and the refining technology is high, the price of foreign soil is relatively more expensive. One kilogram can be sold for hundreds of oceans.


    It’s unclear how the market is going now. Anyway, the last time the Treasury warehouse was robbed, the price was about the same.


    He doesn''t like smoke.


    ?This thing is harmful to people.


    Furthermore, it cannot be used directly as cash. Still have to change hands.


    Rough statistical quantity. There are about three thousand kilograms. Not much. All are packaged. A pack of ten pounds, about three hundred packs.


    Clenched teeth.


    It’s special, three thousand catties.


    ?It’s really awesome. That’s more than 300,000 oceans!


    It’s a dog’s day. How come there are so many?


    Not a pirate? Got so much smoke? Are the Japanese behind this?


    “Someone is coming!”


    Suddenly, Yuan Zheng came to report in a hurry.


    Zhang Yong took a look. I saw several cars coming outside. Map tips are all small white dots.


    After the car enters the dock, Youen gets off the car. Zhang Yong found that the other party was very strange. He''s actually a foreigner. Like Americans? British? It doesn’t seem like it?


    ?After the other party entered the dock, they immediately came towards Warehouse No. 34.


    Zhang Yong was confused.


    What do these guys do?


    Be secretly vigilant. It was discovered that the other party did not carry heavy weapons.


    Well, there is a pistol. No submachine guns. No rifle either.


    Be calm and composed.


    Wait for the other person to come closer.


    Soon, the foreigners came to Zhang Yong.


    There are nine people in total.


    “You, Mr. Jin?” The leader of the foreigners, blond and blue-eyed, said to Zhang Yong in less proficient Chinese.


    “You are…” Zhang Yong hesitated to speak.


    “I am Tanavarro. I am from Italy. We made an appointment in advance. We will trade on the spot in Warehouse No. 34.”


    "Well…"


    “I brought the money. Where are the things?”


    "what would you like?"


    “Tobacco. Good quality. I want to inspect the goods.”


    "knew."


    Zhang Yong answered slowly.


    I understand why Jin Sanyan insists on returning to the dock.


    The relationship is that he has made an appointment. To trade here. As a result, Jin Sanyan died. The trader is here. He also admitted the wrong person.


    So many coincidences…


    It just happened to happen to me. The other party has no doubts yet.


    ?It’s incredible.


    Doesn’t the other party know Jin Sanyan?


    ??What a nonsense.


    ?However, since the other party didn''t see through it, he was happy to pretend to be stupid.


    Trading tobacco?


    All right. See what price you offer.


    Let someone bring a few packs of cigarettes and give them to the other bitch. Of course there is no problem.


    ?Tanavaro is pleased with the quality of the tobacco.


    "Here are five thousand dollars. I want all your goods." The Italian said boldly.


    “What? Five thousand dollars?” Zhang Yong was stunned on the spot.


    ?Italian brother, do you think I’m stupid?


    This is three thousand kilograms of fine quality tobacco. Each kilogram is worth hundreds of oceans.


    Three thousand catties, three hundred thousand oceans. Converted to US dollars, at least 60,000 to 70,000. You actually gave me five thousand dollars? I really want to thank you,


    Even if you were Mussolini, you would not be able to get such a price.


    That’s nonsense! Do you want love?


    “One hundred thousand US dollars.” Zhang Yong also gave a sky-high price.


    “Eight thousand.” Tanavaro looked unhappy.


    “Ninety-eight thousand.”


    “Ten thousand.”


    “Ninety-five thousand.”


    “Ten thousand.


    ?Tanavaro always insisted on $10,000.


    Zhang Yong:…


    What a damn, this Italian. It''s crazy.


    My goods are worth 60,000 to 70,000 US dollars, and you only give me 10,000 US dollars? Believe it or not, I will bury you now?


    Take a deep breath.


    Hold it and continue bargaining with the other party.


    ?This business must be completed even if it suffers a small loss. Collect the money first, and then find a way to destroy the tobacco.


    ?Of course, if Italians transport it back to their own country, that’s fine.


    As long as you don’t harm the people of the country, the rest is up to you.


    “Mr. Tanavaro, you want so much tobacco, where are you going to sell it?”


    “I want to ship it back to Sicily.”


    "oh?"


    Zhang Yong''s expression changed.


    Sicily? There is a story in that place!


    Okay, it can be cheaper.


    (End of this chapter)