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

Chapter 679 Give you some credit

Shanghai, Japanese villa area.

As soon as Chen Yang entered the door, he saw Fujiwara Yuta sitting in the living room sulking.

Seeing Chen Yang coming in, Fujiwara Shizuka hurriedly came forward, and then winked in the direction of Fujiwara Yuta.

Chen Yang nodded, walked up to Fujiwara Yuta and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Fujiwara Yuta looked at Chen Yang and said angrily, "They don't trust me. They think I was the one who tipped you off about the poor performance of the Supervisory Group."

Chen Yang patted Fujiwara Yuta's shoulder and suddenly asked, "Yuta, have you met your leader?"

Fujiwara Yuta was stunned for a moment, his eyes instantly becoming a little flustered.

Chen Yang continued to ask: "Did he ask you to come back?"

Fujiwara Yuta was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "Yes."

"But, brother, I won't tell you his identity."

"Military orders are as heavy as a mountain, and military law is ruthless. This is the duty of a soldier."

Wow, this guy is quite principled...

Chen Yang smiled and said, "I know who he is without you telling me."

"Okay, come back if you want. No one will be at ease with you in the Supervisory Group. Come back and stay for a few days. Then you can do what the Supervisory Group cannot do."

Fujiwara Yuta frowned when he heard this and said, "Brother, you don't want me to be an undercover agent, do you?"

"Undercover, there are not so many undercovers in this world." Chen Yang laughed and said, "Yuta, you are just a major, insignificant in the Supervisory Corps. No one will care about your existence. If you are an undercover, what important information can you get? Frankly speaking, you are not qualified to be an undercover."

Are you insulting me? Fujiwara Yuta opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Chen Yang changed the subject and said, "However, I can give you some credit. They want to find some evidence of smuggled goods. I can give you some evidence of smuggled goods, but I'm going to leave this credit to you."

Fujiwara Yuta's face lit up but he immediately became a little worried and asked, "Brother, will this cause you any trouble?"

Chen Yang said with a smile: "Of course not."

"Okay, just stay home and you'll know when the time is right."

After Chen Yang finished speaking, he was about to leave. At this moment, Fujiwara Yuta suddenly stood up and said, "Brother, I have some news to tell you. I wonder if it will be of any use to you?"

Chen Yang stopped and asked doubtfully: "What news?"

Fujiwara Yuta said: "The patrol officer Yamamoto Masahira is back. He arrived in Shanghai last night."

Chen Yang chuckled and said, "Him? Haha, just a clown."

"Don't worry, I know how to deal with him. Well, you can have a good rest at home and wait to receive the credit."

After saying that, Chen Yang said goodbye to Fujiwara Shizuka and walked out of the villa.

Shanghai Stock Exchange, Joint Transport Department.

Ding-ling-ling, ding-ling-ling. As soon as Chen Yang walked into the office, the phone in the office started ringing.

"Boss, this is Laojiu." Chen Yang answered the phone and Gao Tianjiu's voice came from the other end.

"Well, Lao Jiu, what do you want to say?"

Gao Tianjiu whispered on the other end of the phone: "Boss, Yun Mujie, who bought penicillin before, is here again today."

"He wants to do business with us, but it's urgent."

"Six hundred thousand dollars' worth of supplies will be sent to Zhang Fakui's unit in the Fourth War Zone within three days."

"We are still short of a lot of supplies. We need you to transfer a batch to the Fourth War Zone for expedited delivery."

"I heard from Higashino-kun that a monitoring group from Japan has recently come to cause trouble for you."

"If you think there's a risk, forget about this deal. After all, it's only 600,000 yuan. Besides, they're all supplies. They don't want arms."

"Just supplies, not munitions?" Chen Yang raised his lips slightly and said, "Promise him that the supplies will be gathered within two days. I will arrange for him to start loading the trucks at noon on the 9th and ship the goods at 11 pm."

"Tell him to notify the people there to pick up the goods at the Guangzhou Freight Transfer Station at noon on the 11th."

Gao Tianjiu was stunned for a moment and said, "Boss, it's just a business of 600,000 yuan, I don't think you should give him the green light all the way."

Chen Yang said impatiently: "Don't ask so many questions, just reply to him according to what I said."

"By the way, where is this Mr. Yun Mujie staying?"

Gao Tianjiu scratched his forehead and said, "I didn't ask, but this person is a bit of a germaphobe, and he would definitely not look down on ordinary restaurants."

"I guess it's either the China World Hotel or the Chinachem Hotel."

Chen Yang nodded slightly and said, "Okay, ask him to transfer the money. I will make arrangements once the money arrives."

At Xiaotong Bridge, Gao Tianjiu hung up the phone with a puzzled look on his face.

Why is the boss so concerned about a business of 600,000 yuan? He sold millions of supplies to the Red Party and made them queue up according to the rules. But Yun Mujie only wanted 600,000 yuan, and it wasn't arms, just some supplies.

As we all know, in the black market business, medicines come first, followed by arms, and supplies are the ones that are not profitable.

Most of Xiaotongqiao's supplies are handled by the five major trading companies in Shanghai, and their main businesses are medicines, arms, red goods, and rock and soil.

The profits from these things are huge, at least two or three times the profit.

As for supplies, you can only make money when there is a shortage of food. At this time, the war situation in major war zones is very stable, there are no natural disasters or man-made disasters, and the price of supplies has also been very stable.

After selling the supplies worth 600,000, the profit was only 30%.

With the boss's vision, wouldn't he care about such a small amount of money, right?

After thinking for a long time, Gao Tianjiu still didn't understand what the boss was thinking.

Unable to figure out what was going on, Gao Tianjiu could only call his younger brother over and ask him to reply to Yun Mujie who was waiting for a letter in Tianxiang Pavilion.

Ask him to deposit the money into the account of Zhejiang Merchants Bank today, and they will make the arrangements as soon as possible.

Shanghai, Zhabei District, Qingtian Hotel.

This was a hotel opened by the Japanese, and Zhabei District during this period was the so-called Japanese Concession.

Of course, the Japanese Concession was self-proclaimed by them. There were no other concessions in the International Settlement except those of Britain, the United States and France.

However, the Japanese now have the upper hand, and most of the people doing business in Zhabei District are Japanese expatriates, so this place has become the customary Japanese concession.

"Mr. Yamamoto, they asked me to deposit the money into my account at Zheshang Bank this afternoon. What do you think of this money?"

Yun Mujie said cautiously: "I have already negotiated with them. Boss Gao promised me that the money will be transferred today, the goods will be loaded on the truck at noon the day after tomorrow, and they will leave at 11 o'clock in the evening."

"The materials will be handed over at the freight transfer center in Guangzhou in two days."

Yamamoto Masahei picked up the hot tea on the table and filled Yun Mujie's cup, saying, "Mr. Yun, thank you for your hard work this time."

"Don't worry, I have the money ready. This is a central bank check for 600,000 dollars. You can take it and pay it back."

"As for these supplies, according to our agreement, after arriving in Guangzhou, you will take half, and the remaining half will be picked up by people from the Osaka Chamber of Commerce."