Ouyang Hui asked tentatively, "Are you talking about Yang Yibing from the pre-dry office?" ”

Speaking of this name, Wang Maocai snorted coldly, "He? It was this grandson who forced me to this point in order to climb up and was the first to check on me with the integrity department. ”

"What? Mr. Wang is still unwilling? Ouyang Hui asked with raised eyebrows.

"What can I do if I am unwilling?" Wang Maocai leaned back, his legs stretched straight, "People want to be free and chic in this life, what are you doing with so many balls?" Could it be that we are really doing this for the sake of the nation? For the emperor? ”

Wang Maocai's words made Ouyang Hui quite disgusted, but thinking that it was such a person who could take refuge in them, she said coldly: "Mr. Wang, pay attention to your words!" ”

"Yes, yes, I can't compare with you, you all have ideals and ambitions." Wang Maocai's words don't know whether they are sarcastic or praised.

"Mr. Wang, let's talk about your proposal." Ouyang Hui said.

Wang Maocai came over, sniffed the fragrance on Ouyang Hui's body, and muttered in a low voice about it.

Ouyang Hui couldn't help nodding when she heard this, but after hearing Wang Maocai say his name, she said with a puzzled expression: "I have heard of this Zhao Tinghui, I had funded Huang Ke when I was in Guangzhou before, and he was Huang Ke's maternal uncle, but I heard that he had been dealt with by Huang Ke because of the opium he had before, and he was almost imprisoned." Can he still talk to Huang Ke now? ”

Wang Maocai shook his head, "You only know one and don't know the other." How to say that Zhao Tinghui is also Huang Ke's brother-in-law, and he has an innate advantage over others in this regard. Besides, even if he can't talk to Huang Ke directly, he can always talk to his sister Zhao Xiaowan. Isn't telling Zhao Xiaowan the same as telling Huang Ke? ”

Miss Huizi nodded thoughtfully, "In your Chinese words, this is called 'blowing the wind on the pillow'." ”

Wang Maocai smiled evilly, "Yes, Huang Ke has always been good to his wife Zhao Xiaowan, and he doesn't even have a lover outside, even his train attendant is a man, so ah, this pillow wind is still useful." ”

Speaking of this, Huizi felt a pang in his heart, and the subtle change in expression on his face was also captured by Wang Maocai. Back then, Ouyang Hui and Huang Ke knew all kinds of things, and Miss Huizi also knew what he knew.

Miss Huizi didn't continue, she deliberately avoided the topic and said, "Tell me how to contact this Zhao Tinghui?" Could it be that you still have a connection with Nanjing? ”

These words are naturally a temptation and threat, although Wang Maocai is a little angry, but he still obediently compliments, "Miss Huizi is a little heart-wrenching when she asks this!" I contacted Zhao Tinghui not because of anything else, but because of this! ”

As he spoke, he raised the beer in front of him, Ouyang Hui glanced at it and understood, this Wang Mao is doing business with people in Nanjing, no wonder everything can be bought on the black market in Shanghai, from American red wine, glass stockings, Chinese beer, instant noodles are all available, and the prosperity of these markets is also related to these opportunistic people.

"You're pretty good at business!" Ouyang Hui doesn't know whether this sentence is positive or negative.

Wang Maocai snorted coldly, "There's no way, there are so many brothers under my hands to raise." Besides, it's not me who is the best at doing business, it's Zhao Tinghui. ”

"Okay, then let's toast to the 'business' with Zhao Tinghui!" Huizi raised the beer glass in front of her, and the pale yellow liquid reflected her and Wang Maocai's weird smiles.

……

Zhao Tinghui sneezed several times in a row, and he couldn't drink the good cup of barley beer in front of him.

He muttered, "Which boy in this department is thinking about me again?" Forget it, it's just a pity for this fresh beer. ”

After speaking, Zhao Tinghui casually spilled the beer in front of him on the ground, and the beer foam fell to the ground ticking, exuding a faint aroma of wine.

Previously, Zhao Tinghui had been staying in Kunming and other places, although after the thorough investigation by the Anti-Corruption Department, his business and everything were almost closed, but relying on his special relationship with the central government, Zhao Tinghui was still a thin camel bigger than a horse.

Zhao Tinghui had a clear understanding of himself from his heart, he felt that although his previous appearance was ugly, and he was secretly made a bad pit by the people of Yangzi Company, which led to his current situation.

Despite this, he thinks that in terms of business, he doesn't know how much better than some other second ancestors who only rely on forcible grabbing!

So after hearing that Fu Wangshan had invested in the "Master Huang" food group, he set off for Nanjing again.

After pouring a glass of beer, Zhao Tinghui walked to the beer machine and made another glass himself. He gently plucked the foam from the spilled foam with a piece of wood, brought it to his lips and took a sip, "Mr. Chen, what will happen if these beers are shipped to Southeast Asia?" The sweltering climate and environment of Southeast Asia is a paradise for beers, which are not in high demand in Shanghai, and the prices on my side are not going to be raised. ”

Mr. Chen casually blew the beer foam on his glass, "It's not something that can be done by saying that it is shipped to Southeast Asia. Now the Japanese are very strict, so let's do a good job of business here and make a fortune together! ”

"You 76 are rich, but I make a pitiful amount of money." Zhao Tinghui put the beer mug on the table, and his original laughing expression was swept away.

Mr. Chen saw the change in Zhao Tinghui's expression, he also put down his wine glass and leaned over and said, "Boss Zhao, isn't there anything difficult?" This is the same as Allah, and Allah will naturally help you solve it if he has a way. ”

"You can help me. One dollar per bottle of beer, five cents per bag of instant noodles, this is already the lowest price my brother gives you, and if it is lower, I really want to drink Northwest Wind. Zhao Tinghui leaned over and said.

"This ...... Boss Zhao, the price we gave is not low, no matter how high it is, Allah will have nothing to earn. Mr. Chen came over with a smile on his face.

Zhao Tinghui's face changed again, "You are taking the risk of price, but I am taking the risk of losing my head." It's not that you don't know, the above has checked me very strictly, and if you know that I moved these things, you will be imprisoned if you are not shot. You say, I took such a big risk to get these things, can't I make more money? ”

"This ......" Mr. Chen did not refuse, but he did not dare to agree.

"Take a step back, I'll raise the price by one piece, and you will add it directly to the market, whoever wants to consume will buy it, and in the end it won't be your money, what's wrong?" After Zhao Tinghui finished speaking, he got up and stood up.

"This, let me go back and report to the boss, I can't be the master of such a high price at once." Mr. Chen was still smiling.

"Okay, Mr. Chen, I still have some things to do today, so I won't stay longer. Please give me an answer as soon as you get back to report back to me. After saying that, he waved his arms and shouted to the people outside the warehouse: "Send off the guests!" ”

After Mr. Chen and his party left, Zhao Tinghui sat on a chair and tasted the freshly brewed beer by himself. After the people walked away, the entourage Ah Quan came over and asked, "Boss, the price has been raised so much all of a sudden, do you think those people in Shanghai are unwilling to buy it?" ”

"Don't buy? There is money, why don't they earn. Zhao Tinghui sat on the chair, and there was no dust on his body, "In addition to the American goods such as beer, instant noodles and stockings that can be bought from me, where else can they buy them?" Don't worry, as long as these people are not stupid, they will definitely agree to my conditions. ”

"It's just that this batch of goods is going to be delivered to the front line in Myanmar, and when the goods are delivered, they will ...... then," Ah Quan asked again.

"Then deduct a part and say that the product quality is unqualified and keep it first." Zhao Tinghui waved his hand.

……

At Tongko Airport, in a canvas wooden hammock with a mosquito net, Japanese army staff officer Saito Nakasa was packing his belongings and preparing to evacuate.

Saito is less than thirty years old this year, and there are not many people who can become a brigade staff officer at his age, which shows that this person is excellent. Unlike Captain Takamasao Hashi, Saito received a good Western-style education from an early age, and in addition to specializing in military arts, he also studied literature and poetry.

Despite this, Saito is an extremely monotonous person in life. He would always carry a hammock with him when he marched in Southeast Asia, and many times he would just prop himself up for rest.

The headquarters of the brigade has already issued an order to evacuate, the airport in Tonggu is firmly unfortunate, the Chinese army has now concentrated an infantry regiment and a special battalion to leave the siege, armored vehicles and rocket launchers have knocked out the firepower points he carefully arranged outside one by one.

Originally, he planned to retreat along the original road with his troops, but who would have thought that Takashi Masao was a complete madman, and after hearing that the Chinese army had sent death squads to infiltrate, he actually gathered the guards of the brigade headquarters to start a frontal siege with them.

He couldn't stop it, and for now he could only try his best to perfect this retreat route, but he hoped that this road would not be cut off by the Chinese army, otherwise they would really have to break it all.

The large army originally had more than 100 armed personnel, but now Hashitaka Masao has taken away a large part of it, leaving only a few dozen people who have little combat effectiveness, and there are a lot of things that need to be packed up if the large army wants to retreat and transfer, which makes Saito have to curse a few words from his heart.

The gunfire in front of him intensified, and Saito couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He looked up at his watch, it was already four o'clock in the morning, and according to the previous plan, in another half an hour they should have begun to move to the rear.

But the gunfire outside had thinned out at this time, and Saito felt an unprecedented sense of unease and danger looming.