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

Chapter 783 If He Treats Me, I Must Go?

"Surname Song?" Chen Yang took the invitation, opened it and took a look.

It seemed to be no different from an ordinary invitation, just inviting Chen Yang to have dinner at the Shanghai Hotel in the evening.

The signature was still an extremely unfamiliar name, Dong Fang.

After taking a look at it, Chen Yang threw the invitation directly into the trash can beside him.

You just send me an invitation and ask me to attend the date. You really think you are a big deal.

"Mr. Bernard, have the dividends from the pharmaceutical factory been calculated?" Chen Yang looked up and asked.

Most of the shares of the German pharmaceutical company are in the hands of Bayer Pharmaceuticals and Chen Yang.

The German Scientific Research Council accounted for a portion, and Bernard and several local German businessmen accounted for 5%.

However, this 5% price is not low, but Bernard is willing to do it.

With the banner of Life Sunshine Pharmaceuticals, he is now considered a businessman with political background.

Whether in the local market or in the Shanghai Stock Exchange, its status was instantly improved significantly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen. Bayer has already sent two professional accountants to the pharmaceutical factory."

“I believe the annual report will be here soon.”

"By the way, Mr. Schacht specifically asked about the bristle issue you mentioned earlier."

Mr. Schacht? The German Minister of Economy. Chen Yang could not imagine that a small pig bristle could alarm the German Minister of Economy.

In fact, it is not surprising, as Germany is now engaged in a crazy expansion campaign.

The frequency and duration of artillery use are related to the progress of the battle.

Pig bristles make strong brushes and are one of the most important tools for caring for artillery.

Under the current circumstances, it will naturally arouse the concern of the Minister of Economy.

Chen Yang smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Bernard, there are people from Yunnan Province and Guizhou Province helping us collect them."

"It will probably take some time. We have already negotiated the ore from Gan Province. We will send it over together with the ore when the time comes."

Bernard showed a hint of joy and said repeatedly: "Thank you Mr. Chen for your support for the empire's cause."

"Don't worry, once your goods arrive at the Shanghai port, I will arrange for someone to deliver them to Xiaotong Bridge as soon as possible."

"I won't say anything else, Mr. Chen. I'm going back first."

Bernard stood up, bowed slightly to Chen Yang, then turned and walked out of the office.

Chen Yang sat back in his chair, picked up the documents on the table, and subconsciously glanced at the gold-stamped invitation in the trash can.

But he didn't even stay for a second. In his eyes, the invitation card that was regarded as a treasure by countless people was just a piece of trash that could be thrown away at will...

Shanghai, Shanghai Hotel.

Shanghai Hotel is also known as Shanghai Old Hotel.

Formerly known as Rongshun Pavilion, it was founded in 1875 by Zhang Huanying, a native of Chuansha, Shanghai. It is located in Yu Garden, more than years ago.

The chefs here have been passed down from generation to generation, and they still make the same old dishes. If you want to eat authentic local cuisine, you naturally have to go to this old place.

Five o'clock in the evening.

The red lanterns at the entrance of the hotel are lit up one after another. The building itself is in the style of the Ming and Qing dynasties, and with the red light of the lanterns, it has a retro feel.

The decoration of the hotel is magnificent and beautiful.

As the host of tonight's banquet, Dong Fang was waiting at the door early, and he invited more than just Chen Yang.

Soon, a group of middle-aged men in gorgeous clothes got off the car and appeared at the entrance of Yu Garden.

The few of them were very familiar with Yu Garden and did not need anyone to lead the way. The group walked in, talking and laughing.

Speaking of Yu Garden, it has a long history. It was built by the Pan family, a wealthy family in Shanghai.

In 1842, the Opium War broke out and Yu Garden was destroyed once by foreign invaders.

Later, the Shanghai Industry Association stepped in to restore the original West Garden and rent it out for profit.

The proceeds were used to repair and maintain the entire Yu Garden, which is why shops like the Shanghai Hotel appeared here.

"Mr. Yu, Mr. Mei, Mr. Qiao Wu, thank you for your hard work..." Dong Fang, who was standing at the door, saw the group of people come in and immediately stepped forward to greet them.

These people are none other than the leaders of Shanghai's business community, including Mr. Qiao Wuye of the Shanxi Merchants Guild, Yu Qiaqing of the Shanghai General Chamber of Commerce, and Mei Gongwang of the Anhui Merchants Guild.

Old Yu laughed and said, "Commissioner Dong has invited us so kindly, how dare we not come?"

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Dong Fang said with a big smile on his face, "You're all here to give me face. Come on, please come in. I've also invited a few distinguished guests."

"Oh, then we'll go in first." Old Yu said with a smile.

Dong Fang called over a waiter in a Mao suit and said, "Please forgive me for the poor hospitality, Boss Yu. Xiaolin, take Boss Yu, Boss Qiao, and Boss Mei to the private room on the second floor."

The attendant bowed slightly, made an inviting gesture and said, "Bosses, follow me."

Watching Old Yu and others go upstairs, Dong Fang not only did not look relaxed, but rather seemed a little anxious.

His purpose today was not to invite these unimportant people to dinner. The most important person had not arrived yet, and he didn't know if there would be any problems.

After waiting for less than ten minutes, another group of customers came.

The people who came this time were from the City Hall. They all knew that Dong Fang represented Minister Song. Although these people were traitors, they were high-ranking officials of the National Government.

I didn't dare to offend anyone, so after receiving the invitation, I rushed here as soon as I got off work.

The two assistants around him helped to lead the guests into the private room. After more than half an hour, one of the assistants came forward and said, "Mr. Dong, the private room is almost ready."

"Shall we start the meal now?"

Dong Fang glared at the other party and said in a cold voice: "Open the banquet? What banquet? The main guest hasn't arrived yet."

The assistant raised his hand and glanced at the time and said, "Mr. Dong, it's almost seven o'clock. Is there something wrong with the other party and he won't come?"

"Why don't you come?" Dong Fang snorted coldly: "This is Minister Song's post, can he pretend not to see it?"

"I don't believe he is so bold."

The assistant hesitated and said, "But the people inside are getting a little impatient. What do you think?"

Dong Fang took a look at the busy scene in the restaurant, gritted his teeth and said, "It's still ten minutes until seven o'clock. If that person hasn't come yet, I won't wait any longer."

"Tell Xiaolin that the meal will start at 7 o'clock sharp."

The assistant responded and trotted up to pass on the message.

Dong Fang stood at the door and looked forward to it. Time passed by minute by minute, but the most important guest today had not shown up yet.

Could it be that he really has something else and can't get away?

Of course, Dong Fang would rather believe that Chen Yang had something urgent to do than believe that he was not giving face to Minister Song.

Forget it. Dong Fang stomped his feet in hatred and turned to go upstairs, but saw Old Yu leading a few people hurriedly walking out.

"Boss Yu, Boss Qiao, Boss Mei, the banquet is about to begin..."