nucmednet Chapter 976 He Must Want This
Chapter 976 He Must Want This
The case of the Shanghai Concession recovery was soon concluded.
After the news was passed back to Jinling, President Chen immediately sent a telegram praising Chen Yang.
Both parties have decided to sign the contract, and the next things will become much simpler.
Mayor Zhou is still in charge of municipal affairs in Shanghai. After Mayor Zhou has arranged everything, President Chen will come from Jinling to sign contracts with the consuls of Britain, France, the United States and other countries on behalf of the Jinling government.
Chen Yang doesn't have to worry about these things anymore.
Of course, the Jinling government would not give up this great opportunity for publicity.
The signing date had not yet been set, but the propaganda department of the Jinling government had already been widely publicizing the news that the Jinling government was taking back the concession.
This news instantly caused a sensation across the country. China had been weak for a hundred years, from the initial Treaty of Shimonoseki that ceded the Penghu Islands to the later Treaty of Tianjin and other humiliating treaties signed.
This time, taking back the concession from Britain, the United States and France was the first time that China took back something that belonged to it from foreigners.
Of course, this was just to deceive the ignorant people. Smart people could see that the Japanese were the ones who benefited from the Nanjing government's recovery of the concession.
Important departments such as taxation in the concessions did not change at all except replacing Anglo-American law with Japanese.
All the benefits will not fall on the Chinese people.
Just as the people of Shanghai were immersed in the carnival of recovering the concession, the City Hall suddenly issued an announcement.
"That is, starting from March 9, 1932, the City Hall decided to launch a special operation to crack down on smuggled goods in order to maintain stable prices of goods on the market."
Shanghai, French Concession, Shiliuhang Wharf Warehouse.
As the night deepened, a figure wearing a long gown and a gray hat appeared near the warehouse at Shiliuhang Wharf.
The man walked quickly in the night and soon arrived near a warehouse.
Standing in front of the door, he looked around to make sure no one was following him, then he slipped into the warehouse.
At this time, three or five people had gathered in the warehouse. When they saw this person coming in, several of them hurriedly stood up and went forward to greet him.
"Stationmaster," several people saluted respectfully.
This person is none other than the new chief of the Military Control Commission’s Shanghai Station, Wang Xinheng.
The new stationmaster was from Cixi, Zhejiang Province. He studied in the Soviet Union in his early years and was a classmate of Comrade Jianfeng. Later, he was repatriated by the Soviet Union because of a change in his political stance. After returning to China, he worked under Boss Dai.
Boss Dai praised him for being calm and sophisticated, and a non-traditional violent agent. He was better at building intelligence networks and obtaining intelligence, rather than assassination...
"Are everything ready?" Stationmaster Wang asked in a deep voice while looking at the people in front of him.
"Stationmaster, don't worry, the boats have been arranged." The military agent codenamed Qingdeng said respectfully: "Twelve boats will depart tonight, and Jinling has arranged for the pick-up."
"Once the goods arrive, the other party will arrange for someone to pick them up."
Stationmaster Wang seemed relieved when he heard this: "The situation has been tense these days, so we need to send this batch of goods out and dispose of it quickly."
"Qingdeng, go to Jinling in person. The people assigned by Boss Du will be here in half an hour. Remember, be careful."
"Stationmaster, I told you that this trip was unnecessary. This is not the first time we have done this job. I guarantee that there will be no mistakes."
Stationmaster Wang glanced at Qing Deng, who was full of confidence, and said, "Be careful and you will be safe. If there is any problem with this batch of goods, we will all be in trouble."
"Anyway, be careful. I'm leaving now. If you need anything, use the dead mailbox to contact me."
After he finished speaking, Wang Xinheng straightened his clothes and turned to leave the warehouse.
Keep walking along the road in front of the warehouse, and soon, you will see a light in front of you.
This is the night market near the warehouse. The largest number of people in the Shiliuhang Wharf warehouse are coolies. There are always a large number of laborers here day and night.
Therefore, the night market here is much more lively than in other areas.
Wang Xinheng did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he walked to a corner of the night market, found a seat, and ordered some midnight snacks.
While eating his midnight snack, Wang Xinheng looked around.
Suddenly, "Boom." A series of loud noises were heard.
Sparks kept rising on the surface of the river in the distance. The coolies who were drinking and chatting at the night snack stall all stood up when they heard the sound.
Everyone looked towards the river curiously...
Shancheng, Hunan Guild Hall, Military Control Commission Office.
After receiving a call from Boss Dai, Zheng Jiemin immediately put down his work at the Military Affairs Office and hurried back to the Military Control Commission.
Speaking of which, his current position is not low. After the Chinese New Year, he succeeded Liu Qi, a veteran of the Military Control Commission, and was promoted from director of the secretariat to director of the Military Control Commission.
However, everyone knows that the Military Intelligence Bureau can have countless directors, but only one deputy director.
"What happened?" Zheng Jiemin walked into the office and saw Boss Dai with a gloomy face. He clearly felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere.
Boss Dai looked up at Zheng Jiemin, sighed, took out a piece of information and handed it to him.
"What? Our goods?" Zheng Jiemin's face instantly turned extremely ugly when he saw the information sent by Wang Xinheng from Shanghai.
It was no secret that the Military Control Commission smuggled supplies into the mountain city.
They are not the only ones doing smuggling; anyone with some connections or relationships is doing it.
Boss Dai has a very good relationship with Boss Du, and Boss Du is also famous for his good dealings with people. Although the smuggling business jointly run by the two is not as blatant as the Big Four families, it is also Boss Dai's largest source of funds.
Moreover, Boss Dai was not the only one on the ship. Zheng Jiemin and even Commander Hu were also involved.
Boss Dai made a silent gesture and said, "Yaoquan, don't worry, it's just the ship that blew up, the cargo is fine."
Zheng Jiemin heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this: "Director, do you know who did this? They even dared to steal our goods?"
Boss Dai narrowed his eyes and said, "So what if we know? This batch of goods cannot be seen in public. If it is exposed, we will all be punished."
Zheng Jiemin murmured, "But that's $400,000 worth of goods. We've been hoarding them for half a year, and we finally found an opportunity to sell them."
"Who did this? Did the Japanese get wind of it?"
Boss Dai said calmly, "It was done by the people from the Central Bureau of Investigation."
"They want the God of Wealth to cooperate with them,"
Zheng Jiemin said without even thinking: "This is impossible."
"Boss, the God of Wealth won't agree."
"No, he will definitely agree." Boss Dai opened the drawer, took out a file bag and said, "Now we can only make a deal with the God of Wealth. I think he wants this too."
Zheng Jiemin picked up the file bag, untied the knot at the seal, and opened it to reveal a stack of information.
The first page on the cover reads: "Song Jiayu, female, born in the sixth year of the Republic of China, native place, Qingtian, Zhejiang Province..."
Two chapters completed, finally breaking through two million words, don't worry, I can still hold on, I can still write for a long time...