In the town of Panshan, not far from the Manchurian border, the low loess houses are covered with snow, which is a little less withered and dilapidated, and a little more vibrant.

In the early years, Panshan Town was inhabited by natives, and the people were simple.

However, with the occupation of the Northeast by the Japanese army, the Northeast became Manchuria, and the town of Panshan turned into a border town with a dangerous location, and there began to be a lot of merchants in the town who shuttled between Guannai and Manchuria.

But for the people of the town, this is a good thing, and the business of various inns and restaurants has sprung up, and the business seems to be not bad.

There are seven or eight men in the lobby eating breakfast, and they are full of vigor, which they have carefully selected from the provincial capital, Song Kunshan Wan Tao is among them, while eating, he looks upstairs from time to time, his face is anxious, obviously afraid of delaying the hour, but he never dares to go upstairs to urge.

Yang Yi came out of the room, wearing a silk dress and a felt hat, still dressed like when he was in the provincial capital, but it made Song Kunshan and everyone else feel that Yang Yi seemed to be a different person, exuding a dangerous aura that made people's hearts palpitate.

Yang Yi in the city is gentle and introverted so that people can get close, but at this moment, he exudes a sense of sharpness, like a long knife out of its sheath, and like a fierce beast returning to the mountain.

"Grandpa......"

Everyone stood up in unison to greet each other, with a look of fear in their eyes, and it was obvious that Yang Yi had changed, not only Song Kunshan Wantao, but everyone felt it.

Yang Yi nodded slightly, sat down at the table, and Wan Tao hurriedly brought over the hot breakfast.

Song Kunshan was busy reporting to Yang Yi, such as the need for permits in Manchuria had been completed, so he said in a low voice: "I have already contacted the people over there, and I have made an appointment to meet early in the morning, but it is almost late now......

"This is our Chinese's territory, not Manchuria!"

Yang Yi snorted coldly, ignoring the topic of worrying about whether the tobacco dealers sent by Manchuria to connect would be angry when he went late, and just asked about the situation of the tobacco dealers while eating breakfast, such as how many people there were.

"Six people, the leader Shi Wanzhong, only through him can we meet Hai Ye......"

Song Kunshan said with some fear: "If we offend Shi Wanzhong, we don't want to get tobacco from Manchuria, even if we get tobacco soil, we don't want to transport tobacco from Manchuria smoothly......"

"Okay, I know it all!"

Yang Yi knocked on the edge of the bowl, and Song Kunshan, who had not finished speaking, hurriedly shut up, he knew that this meant that Yang Yi didn't want to hear anything now, and just wanted to finish breakfast quietly.

When Yang Yi finished eating, there was not even a grain of rice left in the bowl, which seemed to be cleaner than the washed.

A man looked at Yang Yi puzzledly as he pulled the last bit of pickles into his mouth, and said in his heart, Master, you are also a person with status now, as for this?

"You haven't been hungry, you won't understand!"

Yang Yi saw the thoughts of those men, rubbed his stomach and sighed: "In this world, there is nothing more satisfying than being able to eat enough at every meal......

In his eyes, eating any bit of food that can be eaten without wasting it is much more important than the ethereal things such as status and image.

The men laughed flatteringly, perhaps thinking that they had also been hungry, but they were not like you.

It's just that they forgot that although they had been starved, they never got to the point where they would starve to death after just one bite of food, but Yang Yi had this experience countless times.

Only those who have struggled back from the brink of starvation countless times will be full of gratitude for every bite of food, because in their eyes, it is that mouthful of food that allows them to survive strongly.

"Let's go!"

Yang Yi got up and waved his hand to let Song Kunshan lead the way.

There was a courtyard on the edge of the town, which had been rented at a high price, and it was vacant for most of the year, but when there were people in the yard, there were at least seven or eight strong men.

The tenants claimed that they were merchants, but the discerning people could see from the ruthlessness in the eyes of these big men that they were not merchants.

Of course, there are all kinds of people in this year, and as long as these people don't commit crimes in this town, no one will be idle and bored to pay attention to what they are doing, and they will only stay away from them, and just don't ask for trouble.

Shi Wanzhong sat in the guest hall, his face pale.

Hai Ye has the power to sell a large amount of tobacco soil to the Guannai, in this era when tobacco soil and ocean gold can be used as hard currency side by side, with a large amount of tobacco soil in his hands, it is equivalent to having great power.

And he, Shi Wanzhong, as Hai Ye's liaison, is not being held by others except in front of Hai Ye?

But now, those guys from the provincial capital haven't arrived after the appointed hour, which is absolutely unforgivable for him!

Shi Wanzhong hates to wait, because that means provocation and snubbing!

If it weren't for the fact that he had been cooperating with those guys for a few years, and the other party had made a lot of money for himself and Hai Ye, Shi Wanzhong would have gone long ago, and he didn't need to worry that without these people, the tobacco in Hai Ye's hands would not be sold.

"Brother Zhong, those guys are here!"

One of Lookout's men came in and reported.

"Bring them in!"

Shi Wanzhong said in a sullen voice, for the sake of a few years of cooperation, business can still be done, but it is also necessary to let the other party know some rules.

Wan Tao and the others stayed outside, and Yang Yi and Song Kunshan walked in.

"Brother Zhong, this is our Yang Ye'......"

Song Kunshan bowed down and introduced: "Now the business on your side in the provincial capital is all in charge of Yang Ye......

"Brother Zhong, I'm Yang Yi!"

Yang Yi bowed his hand slightly, and then sat opposite Shi Wanzhong by himself.

"Hahaha......"

Shi Wanzhong stared at Yang Yi deadly, and suddenly laughed: "Do you know that you are late?" ”

Yang Yi nodded and smiled: "I'm a little tired after a few days of traveling, so I slept a little longer......"

Slept a little longer?

Shi Wanzhong, who was already angry, said coldly: "If the ninth master is a little late, I can also bear with it, Yang Ye, you are late for the first time to do business with me Shi, and you are so rude-talk to someone else, I won't do your business!" ”

"Brother Zhong, don't be angry, you have something to say......" Song Kunshan was startled when he heard this.

Yang Yi waved his hand and told Song Kunshan to shut up, then he looked at Shi Wanzhong and said with a smile: "I don't plan to do business with you, I just want you to take me to see Hai Ye - I will personally talk to Hai Ye about business!" ”

"Bastard!"

Hearing this, not only Shi Wanzhong, but also seven or eight men in the courtyard were furious, and roared: "What kind of thing are you, just because you are also worthy of talking about business with Haiye?" ”