"I don't understand what you mean, Vincent. Didn't the intermediary make it clear to you before? Verbey's face immediately sank, and his expression was a little displeased.

Zhang Weixin laughed again, took a sharp puff of his cigarette, and then spat a ball of smoke into the chandelier.

"King Charlie is indeed an old friend of mine, and I trust him as if he were my own brother. But the question is, why should I trust you, my friend Tony. Zhang Weixin raised his chin and glanced at the Caucasian people around him from the corner of his eye.

"If you agree to this deal, I'm sure you'll soon feel our sincerity." Verbey's expression was relieved, and a warm smile appeared on his face again.

"We? So you're not a backstage boss? Zhang Weixin sat up straight, his fingers tapping on the table.

"Of course not, I think you'd already see that, Vincent." Verbay pulled the white porcelain ashtray on the table in front of him, and then dusted off the ashes with an elegant gesture: "I'm just a representative, so there's no need to continue this ridiculous, time-wasting game of temptation, dear Vincent, if there is any problem, you can be honest and honest." ”

"So do you have the power to call the shots about these deals?" Zhang Weixin frowned slightly.

"No problem at all, I have carte blanche from above." Verbe replied with his palms outstretched.

Zhang Weixin turned his head and glanced at Chen Donglai, who was sitting on the other side, and when he turned his head, his face was already full of enthusiastic smiles: "I understand, Tony." ”

Zhang Weixin made a gesture, and Chen Donglai took out a brown paper envelope from under the table and placed it on the table.

"I did this deal, but it's just..."Zhang Weixin pressed the envelope with his fingers, and his eyes were fixed on Verbe's eyes: "The conditions we proposed..." ”

"I have promised your request to make a number, and if the initial cooperation between the two parties is good, we can also consider increasing the amount of the transaction." Verbet snuffed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, then opened the briefcase he had brought with him and pulled out a stack of papers.

"This is the identity document of the first batch of twenty people, as long as the last step of the formalities is completed, the Angel Island side will release them immediately." Verbe said, holding his hand to the document.

"Hahaha, I'm really starting to like you, Tony." Zhang Weixin grinned, and then pushed the brown paper envelope in front of Verbe.

"This is the person you want, it fully meets your requirements, if it's okay, I'll send him to you tonight, and you can rest assured that Xingyi Hall will do things." Zhang Weixin patted his chest and said.

"I'm going to take a look first." Welbay opened the envelope and pulled out a registration form with the official seals of the San Francisco City and Police Department on the bottom, as if it had been made from within the government.

"Okaki Marokoro Kuro (Rokuro Okajima)?" Verbay raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Weixin.

"His English name is Locke. Okakima, you can call him Locke. Zhang Weixin pointed to the document and said.

"What about his real name?" Verbet placed the papers on the table.

"His real name is Zhang Xing, he is twenty-two years old this year, a native of Panyu, and he is a fellow villager from Donglai." Zhang Weixin cocked his thumb and pointed to the white paper fan beside him.

He was born in Los Angeles and was adopted by a family of Japanese immigrants who lived next door to their home after his parents died in a traffic accident when he was six years old. Chen Donglai introduced.

"The Japanese surnamed Oyama opened a shoe-making workshop in the city, and made leather shoes for the wealthy there." Zhang Weixin interjected.

"That big mountain is not good to Zhang Xing, he just wants a free servant, Zhang Xing usually has to work in the workshop during the day in addition to serving the Futian family."

Chen Donglai shook the paper fan lightly and picked up the teacup from the table: "Five years after being adopted by Dashan, that is, when Zhang Xing was eleven years old, he escaped from that family because he couldn't stand Dashan's abuse. Fearing that he would be caught, he secretly climbed aboard a train bound for San Francisco and made his way to Chinatown. ”。

"The six-year-old is already able to remember a lot of things, and his father once inadvertently told him that he had a relative who owned a pharmacy in San Francisco's Chinatown, and he remembered it all." Zhang Weixin added.

"At that time, he couldn't even tell the uncle's name, so he went to look for it one by one, in fact, his relative returned to China a few years ago, and the crude medicine shop had already been given to someone else, how could he find it in Chinatown." White paper fan Chen Donglai shook his head and sighed.

"Just when he was living on the streets, he happened to meet our former hall master, and the old man had a good heart and felt that this child was destined for him, so he took him into Xingyi Hall." Zhang Weixin snuffed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

"At that time, Chinatown was full of beggars, and it was good to have a full bite to eat, and the old hall master even paid for him to study and read, which is really..." Chen Donglai's tone was full of nostalgia: "Finally, he was also angry, and he even studied until he graduated from high school." ”

"Later, the old hall master was old and wanted to return to his roots, so he passed the position of the hall master to me, and he took his family back to his hometown in Foshan. Originally, he wanted to take Zhang Xing with him, but he was worried that his child's future would be delayed, so he gave up this plan. Zhang Weixin added.

"After graduating from high school, he has been working as a salesman in an American hardware company, because he can speak fluent Japanese and is very familiar with the living habits of Japanese people, so he often sells in the Japanese community, and those Japanese expatriates think he is also Japanese." Chen Dong said.

"Does he know the risks behind this? We don't need skilled salesmen. Verbay took out a cigarette case and handed it to Zhang Weixin.

"He knows very well in his heart, it should be..."Zhang Weixin picked up a cigarette roll, turned his face and looked at the white paper fan.

"What I need is..." Verbe lit the cigarette in his mouth with a lighter: "The kind of "dead soldier" you Chinese call it."

"Believe me, he is the "dead man" you want. Zhang Weixin pointed at the document with his finger: "Last year, there was news that the old hall master had passed away, and it was killed by the Japanese. ”

"The Japanese insisted that the old hall master was working as a spy for the government, but the whole family didn't let go of any of them... Even the ancestral hall dedicated to the ancestors was burned. Zhang Donglai poked the desktop with a paper fan, his face full of indignation.

"So this young man wants to avenge the old hall master?"

Verbay puffed a cigarette and said, "Hatred alone is not enough, I need to talk to this young man personally." ”

"No problem, then make an appointment tonight, whether to go to the hotel where you stay, or I will book a place here." Zhang Weixin asked.

"Let's pick a place in Chinatown, it's seven o'clock in the evening." Verbe pushed the stack of identity documents in front of him in front of Zhang Weixin.

"Now put away these documents, and you can go and get people the day after tomorrow." Verbe said with a smile.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and the strong man bodyguard who had just gone out walked in with a waiter carrying a tray.

"Here's the coffee you wanted, sir." The waiter placed the tray on the edge of the table, and then placed the coffee pot and cups on the plate, as well as the small jar of condensed milk and sugar, in front of Welbay.

"Boss, the dessert you want will be delivered immediately." The waiter put the empty tray under his arm and respectfully reported to Zhang Weixin.

"Well, let's get out." Zhang Weixin waved his hand impatiently.

"This is just the first step in our deal, and as I said, you'll see our sincerity." Verbay poured himself a cup of coffee and scooped a spoonful of granulated sugar with a small spoon.

"Xingyitang is the same, it will definitely not disappoint a true good friend." Zhang Weixin handed the stack of documents to Zhang Donglai.

"Well, then, I wish us a happy cooperation." Verbay picked up his coffee cup.

PS: Sorry for being a day late.