Chapter 167: Tearing His Face
With the strong support and "help" of the gendarmerie, Chen Mingxiang quickly selected the address of the acquisition station in Luzhou, a large courtyard with convenient transportation.
This was originally the residence of the high-ranking officials of the Shancheng Government in Luzhou, the area is very spacious, the environment is also good, the decoration is very high-grade, it was previously occupied by the gendarmerie property, but it did not come in handy, yesterday the gendarmerie sent someone to connect the telephone line and electricity.
"It will take about seven or eight days for the truck I bought from the German foreign bank to arrive, so I borrowed a truck seized by the gendarmerie and will go to Bozhou tomorrow morning, and then go to Jieshou to see the situation in Anhui Province first."
"You used to do this job, you have a lot of experience in acquisitions, each person to the financial payment, as soon as possible to their respective places to lease a compound to set up an acquisition point, according to my requirements to operate."
"You can't do these cumbersome jobs, recruit a few helpers locally, according to the market, three yuan a month is a lot, and if you do a good job, you can give five yuan."
"The focus of our purchase is tea, cane sugar, cotton, bristles and tobacco, as for grain, this is not in a hurry, you open the harvest, first exist in your own purchase point, and transport it once in a while." Chen Mingxiang had a small meeting that night.
If we compare it in terms of profits, the money earned from grain is definitely not as good as that of other goods, and it also occupies a lot of space, and transportation is also troublesome, and a truckload of goods cannot make a few dollars.
An original German truck, that is, a load of three tons, is equal to 6,000 catties or 60 quintals, and the price of a quintal of rice in Shanghai is now 80 yuan.
First use a truck to pull to Anqing, after loading and transporting to Shanghai, and then use a truck to pull to the rice store, leaving aside the cost of acquisition, vehicles, fuel and personnel, a load of rice earns less than 20 yuan, a car is more than 1,000 yuan, for the current Chen Mingxiang, there is no eye at all.
Acquisition stations are now in a hurry to recoup costs, prioritizing the transportation of highly profitable things, such as bristles, which are not inconspicuous, but are the main export items that make money.
Each quintal is the purchase price of 200 catties of bristles, but it is only 2,000 legal currency, which is equivalent to 10 yuan per catty, but the purchase price of the British and American foreign companies and the German foreign bank has reached 100 US dollars per quintal at this time, and it is almost 10,000 legal dollars on the black market.
Five times the profit, how much money can be made with a cart of bristles!
The younger brother of Ding Mocun, a member of the Standing Committee of the dignified puppet government and minister of society, was actually beaten to death with a wine bottle in a dance hall, and the streets and alleys of Jinling were talking about this news.
Ding Mocun sat in the study with a pale face, smoking and drinking silently, his expression at the moment looked very hideous, suddenly, he raised his wine glass and fell to the ground!
Half an hour ago, he had just returned from Li Shiqun's residence, and Zhou Gaohai, the No. 3 person in Wang's puppet government, also went to discuss how to deal with Su Chengde.
Ding Mocun offered not to insist on killing Su Chengde, and Li Shiqun also agreed to temporarily refrigerate Su Chengde for a period of time and let Ma Xiaotian take over, and Zhou Gaohai was satisfied with this result.
It's not that he doesn't want to avenge his younger brother, but Matsuoka Daisa, the Japanese military police headquarters in Jinling, specially talked to him about this matter.
The Japanese side believes that during the period when Su Chengde was the head of the Jinling District of the Special Service Headquarters, he made remarkable achievements in attacking the military and the central command, and extended the intelligence organization of the Jinling District to the Anhui Province.
The Japanese mean that Ding Mocun cannot be confronted, and his current situation is very embarrassing, although he has eased relations with Zhou Gaohai, but he is always just an idler with no power in the Wang puppet government, and he has no bargaining chips to negotiate with the Japanese, and this result is no exception.
"Director, I have good news for you, Wu Sibao's black workshop in Huxi tonight was actually burned, Wu Sibao is jumping to his feet and scolding, now Li Shiqun should have a headache." A henchman in Shanghai called and said.
"It's burned well, why didn't you burn Wu Sibao, this bastard, continue to stare at it, and report to me immediately if there is news! What about Chen Mingxiang, what is he busy with these days? Ding Mocun said, feeling much better.
He is a big traitor who has been the director of the secret service headquarters, and there is no shortage of skills to win people's hearts, no matter how much Li Shiqun tosses, it is impossible to uproot his network.
There are two henchmen who were in a low position at the time, and they have not been exposed, and they are currently hiding in the secret service headquarters, and there is no big role, so it is no problem to report the situation.
"Director Chen went to Luzhou, Anhui Province, and I heard that he was going to open an acquisition station for Huatong Trading Company and take a plane from the Japanese Army."
"Director, this time Wu Sibao will definitely target Lin Zhijiang, and dare to oppose him on the territory of Shanghai, it is the group of people in the action team." The henchman said.
Wu Sibao and She Aizhen's faces were ugly, and the mansion with black smoke in front of them was his morphine manufacturing factory, which was also his biggest source of wealth.
Pan Tie and the others stood next to them, their faces were hot and painful, as if they had been slapped hard, this time it was not only Wu Sibao's face that was burned, they also had foreign appearances.
"Lin Zhijiang, you bastard, you really dare to do it, Lao Tzu will kill you sooner or later! Strange, where did all the policemen in Huxi die? Wu Sibao said hatefully.
Burning down a workshop is nothing to him, and if he finds another place, he can make one in a month, the key is that he can't swallow this breath.
Wu Sibao's theory is that I will trouble you to cut off your goods, which is as it should be, and you will not be able to find trouble with me and burn my workshop!
"They are barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, our family has a big business, they don't even have a little industry, it's really not worth it to use knives and guns for this little thing, it's so calculating!" She Aizhen said.
No one wants to work hard to live comfortably, the gang of people in the action team are all traitors, at most they have a little money in Shanghai, and they don't even think about it, but this is such a comparison, which makes Wu Sibao feel a headache.
"Auntie, I called Director Li, he was very angry when he heard this, come back tomorrow afternoon, let you not be impulsive." Shen Gengmei rushed to say.
When Li Shiqun went to Jinling to deal with Su Chengde's affairs, the confidential secretary had to be on duty in the office, and in case of emergencies, he could get in touch with him at any time.
Paralyzed, if you continue to do it like this, I, the director, will have a heart attack, press the gourd and float the scoop, Su Chengde's matter has just come to an end, and the action team and the guard team are at war again.
"Manager Chen, I am the old Liu of Boxian Fulong Trading Company, not far from here, do some cotton, bristle and tea business, I heard the innkeeper say that the big merchants in Shanghai came to visit, I hope you don't be surprised." A middle-aged man in his forties knocked on his door and said.
"Shopkeeper Liu is polite, please come in and talk!" Chen Mingxiang said with a smile.