Crossing the spy war, my code name is God of Wealth

Chapter 662: Local Supervisory Military Attaché

"Send information about Jinling?" Boss Dai understood Chen Yang's intention after a little thought.

"It seems that the God of Wealth has already found a suitable scapegoat for his identity."

"In the entire Jinling government, there aren't many people who are qualified to take the blame for him."

"Who is he going to talk to? The Minister of the Interior? The Minister of Industry?"

Zheng Jiemin hesitated for a moment and said, "The God of Wealth means his immediate superior, Mayor Zhou, the mayor of Shanghai."

Phew! Boss Dai was shocked when he heard that and went to find Minister Zhou.

This person is wavering, acting like a coquettish widow who has been widowed for many years. He has affairs with everyone. Will the Japanese believe that he is cooperating with the Military Control Commission?

Well, it is really possible. Didn't Xu Yuanju get the marching information of Tang Qun and others from him last time? Their army group and front army were surrounded by Shangguan Yunxiang and Gu Zhutong.

Zheng Jiemin seemed to remember something and suddenly said, "Oh, by the way, the God of Wealth sent a piece of information. Recently, a man named Yun Mujie from Shancheng got a batch of supplies and traded with them."

"He wants to ask you now, do you want to arrest this person?"

"Yun Mujie?" Boss Dai frowned and said, "Don't move him. He's working for my wife."

"Yun Qingling, the eldest daughter of the Yun family, is one of Madam's good friends. They are planning to set up a girls' school recently."

"I heard that the Yun family contributed a sum of money, but it was not enough. Yun Qingling approached the Madam, who said she had no money, but could donate some supplies."

"Yun Mujie came forward on their behalf and exchanged the supplies for medicines and brought them back. The difference in price was the funds donated to the girls' school."

Zheng Jiemin exclaimed: "But that's more than a million dollars worth of supplies, are we really just going to ignore it?"

"Yaoquan, is this your first day as an official? Don't you know what you should and shouldn't touch?" Boss Dai shook his head and said, "Even the eldest son doesn't dare to ask, and you, a mere deputy director of the Military Affairs Department, are going to take the lead?"

"Be careful not to get too much attention and lose your head."

Zheng Jiemin smiled awkwardly and said, "What the director is thinking about is that the department has lost its composure a little."

Boss Dai stood up and said, "Mao Feng has been responsible for tracking the movements of the Red Party. The strength they unleashed this time made the higher-ups extremely angry."

"The God of Wealth is in charge of transportation. Can you ask him if he can figure out their troop deployment?"

"What the higher-ups mean is that we can't let it grow any bigger, and we hope to suppress it."

Zheng Jiemin frowned and said, "I understand. Please send a message to the God of Wealth as soon as possible."

Shanghai Stock Exchange, Meihua Building, Joint Transport Department.

Chen Yang looked at the information handed over by Qingqi Qingyin, and a solemn look appeared on his face.

The information that Haruki Keitsugu gave him was not that Furukawa Hisasaku was killed by Yamamoto Yujiro.

Instead, on the 19th of this month, the Ministry of the Army formed an inspection team to go to China to investigate the loss of materials over the past year.

The material consumption reported to the local government by the Logistics Department every quarter has far exceeded the local budget.

The consumption of medicines, in particular, puts greater pressure on local finances than general supplies.

Even though the ex-factory price of penicillin has been reduced to 220 yen, it is still a sky-high priced drug.

The total number of medicines that the troops in China need to be supplied with each time is about one thousand boxes.

The cost price of each box is 22,000 yen. Just for the expenditure on this medicine, the local area will have to pay 20 million yen more than before.

Previously, sulfa anti-inflammatory drugs only cost one or two million yen.

Of course, the reason given by the military is that penicillin is at least ten times more effective than sulfonamide drugs.

Having said that, such huge consumption has also put a strain on the local finances.

In order to shut those people up, the Army Department had no choice but to form a local inspection team to go to China to investigate the use of medicines and supplies.

After reading the intelligence, Chen Yang more or less knew what the local side was planning.

Medicines are no different from other things. Simply put, the profits are too high.

A box of medicine shipped from the local factory costs no more than 20,000 yen.

But when it arrives in China, the price will at least triple, reaching 60,000 yen, or 16,000 to 17,000 US dollars per box.

With such high profits, those people in the logistics department were almost going crazy.

The situation of the Chinese Expeditionary Force is slightly better. Sato Fumitsu usually only dares to take out 60%.

If it were the logistics department of Jinling, or those departments of the Hangzhou Garrison Command.

Give them twenty or thirty boxes of medicine, and they will turn around and sell 90 percent of them.

In the warehouse, except for the top two or three boxes of medicine, the boxes below are all empty.

Once they really need medicine, they will use sulfonamide anti-inflammatory drugs instead. Only when there is a serious inflammation or infectious disease will they reluctantly take out a bottle.

In this situation, Chen Yang not only would not stop it, but would encourage it.

Are you kidding? What you are selling are my medicines. The more you sell, the more I can produce and the more money I can make.

Moreover, China is such a large market and is in a period of war. Everyone knows that penicillin can save lives, so people can eat less and use less.

But when it comes to saving lives, you naturally have to buy a bottle and keep it on hand.

This is probably the life-preserving consciousness that is engraved in the bones of the Chinese people.

Qingqi Qingyin said with some concern: "Mr. Chen, the inspector who came this time is of some importance. I'm afraid it won't be that easy for you to deal with him."

Chen Yang waved his hand and said, "Qingqi Jun, you can rest assured. If they are simply checking the use process of the drugs, or their destination, I am not worried."

"I'm still worried that they're going to take action on this network."

"Use the radio to contact the logistics officials in East China, South China, and Central China."

"Tell them to prepare early. If there is a big gap in the supply in the warehouse, tell them to tell me as soon as possible so I can help them coordinate."

"Tell them not to hold on any longer. This time we are going to take real action on the mainland."

Qingqi Qingyin nodded and said, "I'll take care of it right away."

Watching Qingqi Qingyin hurriedly running out of the office, Chen Yang supported his chin with his hand and calculated the approximate deficit of the logistics department.

In fact, as he said, as long as everyone reports the situation honestly, he has a way to fill it in.

It's nothing more than borrowing. Whether it's supplies or medicines, the amount to borrow is just a matter of his words.

His Sunshine Trading Company still has penicillin in stock. As long as a Nissan logo is affixed to the outside, it is impossible to tell whether it is real or fake.

After all, they are all products produced on the same assembly line, the only difference is their place of origin.

As for supplies, the five major trading houses and the Japanese Chamber of Commerce can fill any gaps.

The only worry is that someone might be clever enough to try to pass off fake goods as genuine and tamper with the inventory materials.

If this monitoring team finds something wrong, it will be a big disaster.