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

Chapter 592 There is a right way to die



Chapter 592 There is a right way to die

"He may have fallen into the trap designed by Chen Yang."

Matsushima Hisao was stunned for a moment and said, "Madam, you are overthinking it. This matter has nothing to do with Minister Chen."

"The information sent back by Zidane is that the people in the logistics department want to deal with Mr. Yamamoto, but Minister Chen strongly opposes it."

"He said that Yamamoto-kun is a director of the Black Dragon Society, and he will be responsible for giving everyone an explanation on this matter."

"Mr. Songdao, how long have you been dealing with Chen Yang? You actually still believe this." Li Xianshu sneered, "It seems that you don't understand Chen Yang at all."

Matsushima Hisao touched his hand awkwardly and said, "Minister Chen is usually quite nice to me."

"Yes, I heard that half of the money you paid for the house you bought in your hometown was paid by him, right?" Li Xianshu chuckled and said, "He uses money to pave the way, this is his strong point."

"Hey, Matsushima-kun, you may not know that I have studied him a long time ago. Chen Yang is not as simple as he seems."

"He lost his mother when he was young and has been living with his father ever since. His father is a lone trader who doesn't trust anyone easily. Therefore, Chen Yang is extremely wary of everyone."

"Besides, he lacks a sense of security. In the past, he had to learn to disguise himself in order to survive."

"It's the same even now. Ever since the military conducted several screening operations against him, you can see that he now avoids intelligence-related matters as much as possible, for fear of getting into trouble."

"Others are trying their best to control No. 76, but he doesn't touch No. 76's work at all except for what he is told to do."

"If I hadn't asked him to be the deputy director of the Special Committee, he would be so happy now."

"The people in the logistics department treat him like a big shot,"

Matsushima Hisao asked doubtfully, "Madam, I don't think Minister Chen is like what you described. He is very conscientious and polite to everyone."

"Yes, he is very polite. He can be so polite that he can smile at you and then calmly stab the knife into your body."

"He is afraid of trouble, but once trouble comes to him, he will find ways to uproot the other party and ensure his own safety."

Li Xianshu sneered: "You think he pleaded for Yamamoto to save him, but it's because what Yamamoto did was enough to cause a life-and-death struggle."

"If he really wants to touch penicillin without knowing the consequences, I'm afraid he won't be able to return to his home country alive."

Matsushima Hisao was stunned for a moment, and said anxiously: "What should we do? Yamamoto-kun is also your nephew, you can't just stand by and watch him die."

Li Xianshu rubbed his brows and said, "What can I do? Can I interfere in the affairs of the logistics department?"

"Do you think Sato and his people will give an old woman like me face?"

"Matsushima-kun, find a way to inform Yamamoto-kun and ask him not to make things too awkward. If it's a matter of money, ask him to show a little more sincerity."

“Business is not about who earns more, but about who lives longer.”

"If he takes advantage of everyone, everyone will come and step on him if something goes wrong."

"Hi." Upon hearing this, Hisao Matsushima bowed slightly to Li Xianshu and quickly left the office.

The next day, at the logistics supply warehouse of the Chinese Expeditionary Force Headquarters.

As the navy gained a foothold in Southeast Asia, the mainland also gained some breathing space.

It is only the end of May now, and the local authorities have already transported the materials needed from July to September to China.

The most valuable item in this batch of supplies was one hundred boxes of penicillin.

The fighting on the Central China battlefield is now fierce, and the troops of the 11th Army and the Fifth War Zone have fallen into a stalemate.

Although the imperial soldiers had an absolute advantage in equipment and training, there were simply too many people on the Chinese side.

After the battle, even with a three to one loss, the Empire could not say it had won a complete victory.

Beep, beep, beep. As soon as the supplies entered the warehouse, a black car appeared outside the sentry box in front of the warehouse door.

Yoshisaburo Yamamoto and Hisasaku Furukawa got out of the car and walked straight to the sentry box.

In the supply warehouse, Sato Fumitsu with a gloomy face brought Yamamoto Yoshisaburo to the warehouse where important supplies were stored.

The supply officer at the door saw Sato Fumitai and quickly asked someone to open the door of the supply warehouse.

Then, he took a few people into the supply warehouse.

"Okay, there's nothing for you to do now, go down." Sato Fumitsu instructed the logistics officer Murakami Nobuo.

"Hi, sir, please feel free to call me if you need anything." Nobuo Murakami saluted and trotted out of the warehouse.

"Mr. Sato, these are penicillin." Yamamoto Yoshisaburo asked, pointing to the box with the word "special" labeled on it.

"Yes, these are them." Although Sato Fumitai was a little unhappy, he still suppressed his anger and responded.

Yoshisaburo Yamamoto snapped his fingers, and Hisasaku Furukawa quickly took out a money order from his pocket.

"Mr. Sato, I have deposited the money into your account according to the previous rules."

"As for how to divide it, I don't care. I'll pick up the sixty boxes this afternoon. Is that ok?"

Sato Fumitsu took the bill of exchange from Furukawa Hisasaku's hand and was stunned when he saw the number on it.

The original amount agreed upon was two million, but now the amount on the bill of exchange is three million.

Yamamoto Yoshisaburo chuckled and said, "Someone told me not to look too ugly when eating, and I respect her opinion."

"I was only going to give two million for this batch of goods, but since she said so, I can add another 30%."

"This price should satisfy Lord Sato."

After saying that, Yoshisaburo Yamamoto took another look at the neatly stacked supply boxes, and then called for Hisasaku Furukawa to leave.

Sato Fumitsu looked at the back of Yamamoto Yoshisaburo as he left. A bill of exchange had been crumpled into a ball by him.

Yes, he was very satisfied with the idea of ​​getting a little more money, but he didn't like Yamamoto Yoshisaburo's attitude.

This million seems to be a charity to them. Why? Do you really think that we have never seen money before and can settle it with a little favor?

Shanghai Stock Exchange, Meihua Building, Office of the Joint Transport Minister.

The phone rang, Chen Yang looked up and answered the phone.

"He has already taken the goods away. It seems that he is really not afraid of death." Chen Yang didn't seem surprised at all when he heard Sato Fumitai's words.

"Mr. Chen, what are you going to do next?" Sato Fumitai's tone was a little depressed, and he seemed very unhappy.

"Don't worry, Mr. Sato. Whether it's penicillin or any other supplies, they can only be counted as money if they are sold."

"He only wanted to hold the goods in his hands, and didn't think about whether anyone would dare to take them."

"I've already told him that in the whole of Shanghai, no one else would dare to touch any business that I, Chen Yang, have touched."

"I want him to starve to death with a golden bowl in his hands..."


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