Sitting in her office, Catherine turned back to the table with a cigarette and folder in one hand and a coffee cup in the other.

After taking her first sip of hot coffee, she lit a cigarette and felt a moment of relief. She continued to smoke, her long, nicotine-stained fingers holding cigarettes shaking a little softer. After a while, she crushed the remaining half-cigarette in the porcelain ashtray before picking up the coffee cup again.

At this point, the coffee was only a little warm, and she immediately drank it down in one gulp. After being armed like this, she finally opened the folder. There are two sheets of paper in the folder. On the first sheet, the secretary neatly typed the names of twenty-four well-known dignitaries and leading figures in Shanghai and their home addresses on a typewriter.

Catherine glanced at the list, and they were either friends, neighbors, or acquaintances, and none of them did not recognize. Still, she knew that convincing them obviously took a long time and a lot of effort.

Two years ago, she was still a housewife who didn't have to worry about anything, and life for her newly married was to clean up the flowers and plants in the morning, drink afternoon tea and chat with the wives who were as bored as she was in the afternoon, and in the evening, she would go to the ball with her husband in gorgeous clothes and treasures, maybe that was all her life.

And two years ago, when her husband boarded the Princess Elizabeth, everything changed, the Princess Elizabeth sank, and with her husband who sank to the bottom of the sea, and she became a widow and also had an additional position - the chairman of Huisheng Bank.

Since then, the position of chairman of Huisheng Bank has become her whole life.

"Hey!"

Looking at the approaching time on the document, she couldn't help but sigh, and her charming brows furrowed. All the ladies in the Shanghai Concession looked at her with envy, and after the loss of her husband, she became the richest woman in Shanghai, and in addition to the considerable fortune left by his husband, she also owned a bank with a capital of 2 million pounds.

But only she knew that, in fact, Huisheng Bank had been in danger of going bankrupt two years earlier, and that her husband, a banker and also a speculator, would be involved in speculating in South Africa's gold and diamond mines shortly after the outbreak of the Second Boer War, and although those mines were still under Boer control, he believed that the risks were proportional to the benefits.

But the war did not end soon, as he imagined, but continued indefinitely, from his lifetime until his death, until now, so that the war was still not over, although now the British were destined to win, and the war might soon be over, and perhaps the closed mines would be restarted next year, but Huisheng Bank would not last until then.

In the past few months, after taking over the bank, in the face of an empty vault without even a mouse, the bank's staff have succeeded in convincing those customers that the silver is still safe in foreign banks, and if they still insist on withdrawing money, they will temporarily borrow some money from other banks.

But now we have to face the fact that in the next few months, a batch of cash deposits totalling up to £1 million will mature, and surprisingly, no matter how much the bank staff tries to persuade the customers, they still insist on withdrawing the money, cash, foreign exchange, as long as it is money, and of course, they do not want to remit the exchange notes issued by the bank.

A million pounds! Not to mention a million pounds, it is a hundred thousand pounds, and now Huisheng Bank can't take it out, in the past nearly a year, in order to maintain the reputation of the bank, Catherine has already gone bankrupt.

"Just get through this!"

Thinking of the news in the newspapers mentioning the imminent end of the war, Catherine's plump lips lifted slightly, but the memory of the past few days, when the banks refused to lend again, made her brow furrow again.

At that moment, there was two knocks on the office door, and then a slender blonde walked in.

"Catherine, Charlie has agreed to meet you tonight!"

Sitting in the carriage, Zhu Jialiang stared at the family in the young master's hand with a sinister look.

Although he was in the foreign bank and had already seen this box of foreign guns, Zhu Jialiang's eyes lit up, from the gun was carried onto the carriage, and the bullet was placed behind the carriage, the young master took out two, and by the way, a carton came out of another box.

Since getting into the car, Chen Moran, who has been playing with the pistol, couldn't help but smile. When Liu Shilun told himself that there were some Borcha-Luge pistols in the bank, he didn't know what kind of gun they were.

As a result, who ever wanted to see the goods, only to know that the reason was the famous Luger pistol, looking at the pistol in his hand with a strange shape and excellent workmanship, Chen Moran couldn't help but think of the "Band of Brothers" he watched many years ago, the soldier who returned to the trench rushed back for a Luger pistol, and after getting the Luger pistol, he got carried away, causing the gun to go off, and the unlucky guy was shot and broke the leg artery, thus losing his surname.

I didn't expect that now I actually got a whole box, fifty Luge, played with the weapon in his hand, and looked up at Zhu Jialiang, who was looking at it. The left pulled the knuckle bolt, and with a crisp click, it was loaded.

"Jialiang, you remember, that's how this thing is used!"

The index finger of his right hand pulled the trigger, and with a click, there was a sound from inside the gun hitting the firing pin.

casually threw the gun to Zhu Jialiang.

"Next!"

After taking the foreign gun, Zhu Jialiang learned from the young master, pulled the bolt and pulled the trigger, why didn't it sound?

"Young Master...... The"

"I didn't have any bullets!"

Spreading out his palm, Chen Moran was a bullet in his hand.

"Press this, it's the unloading magazine, you see the magazine is empty, and the bullets are loaded like this!"

After loading the bullet into the magazine, Chen Moran looked at the bullet in his hand, took out his pistol from behind his waist, and withdrew a bullet.

"It's a pity!"

The two types of bullets are completely different, his own NC-75 uses 9mm bullets, while the bullets used in the Swiss-made Borza-Luger pistol are a bit like the bullets used in the May Fourth pistol, and the two are not common at all.

"Maybe it's not because it's made in Germany!"

"Two fists are hard to beat four hands, in the future, practice well, maybe that day, young master, I will rely on you to use this thing to protect me!"

"It's the young master!"

Zhu Jialiang, who took the gun, nodded vigorously.

"Young Master, let's go there next!"

Following the example of the young master, he put the gun behind his back, covered it with his clothes, and glanced out of the car, which seemed to be not the way home.

"Go to the Licha Hotel, you and Man Shun have a bite to eat nearby! Today, young master, I'm going to open a foreign meat! ”

Chen Moran's face was full of interest, and the smile on his face thickened.