After sending Yang Guangcai away, Wei Wu said to Sato Kenji: "Go find some black market merchants and ask about the price."
"Don't just ask about cigarette machines. The goal is too obvious. Pack a few machines and equipment and ask them together."
"I see."
After Kenji Sato left, he immediately contacted several black marketeers.
Although the Magic City was occupied by Japan at this time, it could not control the market at all.
Businessmen and brokers from all over the world gather here, looking for business opportunities on behalf of the bosses behind them.
With enough money, you can buy anything here.
Of course, a hand-operated cigarette rolling machine is not a problem.
Soon, Kenji Sato quickly found the supplier of the relevant machines, President James of the Roland Chamber of Commerce.
"President James, we need 10 hand-operated cigarette rolling machines and related cigarette papers."
Kenji Sato said.
"It's easy to say, but it's not in stock right now. It will have to be at least a month away."
President James said, lighting a cigar.
"Out of stock? Is this thing so in short supply?"
Sato Kenji was puzzled.
In his opinion, this thing doesn't seem to be an urgent material. How can it not be in stock?
"Actually, I have a lot of them in my warehouse. If you had come three days earlier, I could have saved some for you."
James took a drag on his cigar and continued.
"But a few days ago, a group of people packed up and bought all the goods I had here."
"Not only the cigarette rolling machine, but also the rolling papers, filters, and even dried tobacco leaves were packed away."
"If you want it now, you have to transport it from China. One month is already fast."
James said helplessly.
"Is that so?"
Kenji Sato frowned when he heard this.
This is an important task assigned by Wei Wu. If he really has to wait for a month, what will the customer think of him?
What would Wei Wu think of him?
Doesn't this make him appear incompetent?
If you can't handle this, what else can you do?
Kenji Sato took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice: "Mr. James, can you tell me who bought it?"
"I'm sorry, the customer list is a business secret..."
James shook his head.
Snapped.
Kenji Sato placed a stack of bills on the table.
"this……"
James was moved when he saw the banknotes.
He took a deep breath from the cigar and was obviously hesitant.
"Or add this."
Seeing this, Sato Kenji took out his tortoise box and slapped it on the table.
Seeing that it was the Southern Fourteenth Pistol, James looked solemn.
These days, except for Japanese officers, no one will wear this kind of garbage pistol.
Even the Eighth Route Army, who lacked equipment, didn't like this kind of pistol.
This shows how rubbish this gun is.
The fact that Sato can carry this pistol with him shows that Sato is a Japanese officer.
Although he also has a backstage boss, after all, this is Japanese territory.
If the Japanese are determined to cause trouble for him, his business will really not be able to continue.
Even if they had a falling out and he was thrown into the Huangpu River, no one could help him.
Even if you die, you will die in vain.
If he dies, what will happen to his newly married wife?
"It's not an important person anyway, so just give it."
James no longer hesitated and took out a supply slip from the drawer.
"This is the man who took the goods."
Kenji Sato picked up the supply list and took a look at it.
The name of the person who received the goods was Liu Xiaoer.
This is obviously a fake name.
The harvest address is a warehouse located on the riverside.
"Do you know where this person is from?"
Kenji Sato asked.
"He said he was No. 76, and he was dressed similarly, with a white shirt, bloomers, and a cannon. He looked like he was from the Operations Department."
James recalled it and said.
"I understand. I hope you can completely forget what happened today. Otherwise, we don't mind having more man-made landscapes under the Huangpu River."
After Kenji Sato finished speaking, he left with the supply order.
After leaving, Sato did not return to the wing headquarters immediately.
Instead, he followed the address on the supply list and found it.
He planned to check the situation first.
Kenji Sato took a rickshaw to the address on the supply list.
This is a warehouse district.
There are usually no people and the roads are overgrown with grass.
There was only one path that looked like it was well trodden.
There are obviously a lot less weeds.
Sato Kenji cautiously approached and hid behind other warehouses to observe carefully.
After approaching the warehouse, I could see several people wearing white shirts and bloomers walking back and forth outside.
These people had boxes of cannons on their waists and looked like traitors.
There was a faint roar in the warehouse, but it was too far away to hear clearly.
At this moment, a traitor reached into his pocket and took out a deflated cigarette case.
He poured out a cigarette from it and held it in his mouth, ready to take a puff.
At this time, another traitor saw this and his addiction to cigarettes was aroused.
"Have one."
"The last one is gone," said the traitor from before.
"If you want to smoke yourself, go to the factory and get it. There are plenty of them in there."
"It's so poorly done. They smoke that thing. They make that thing. It's like firewood. No dog even smokes it."
That traitor is disdainful.
The traitor from before ignored him, lit the fire, and started puffing away the smoke.
The traitor didn't think anything was wrong before, but when he smelled the smoke, his addiction became even more intense.
His face turned red and he was spinning in circles.
After a while, the traitor gritted his teeth and got into the factory.
After a while, the traitor came out with a pack of newly packaged cigarettes.
He tore open the seal and took out one, holding it in his mouth.
The match was lit.
"Cough cough cough——"
After one puff of cigarette, the traitor almost coughed out his lungs.
"What the hell? Why is it harder than before? Are these people made with their feet?"
The traitor threw the cigarette to his feet and kept crushing it with his feet.
It seems that he wants to vent his anger on the smoke.
"Hahaha."
The traitors around him burst out laughing when they saw this.
Obviously, they all know what the smoke inside is.
Seeing this, Sato Kenji almost understood.
It looks like this is a cigarette factory.
And it seems to be No. 76’s industry.
Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to find so many traitorous spies to look at the gate.
After finding out the details of the other party, Sato Kenji had an idea and immediately quietly exited the warehouse area and hurried back to the wing headquarters.
"Captain, the goods were sold out in advance, but I found out the details of the buyer. It's No. 76. They seem to have a cigarette factory, located in the riverside warehouse area."
"No. 76 actually dares to steal my goods?"
Wei Wu stood up immediately after hearing this.
Although he hasn't purchased those goods yet, since he has taken a fancy to them, Wei Wu has already regarded them as his own.
Those traitors from No. 76 actually dared to steal his things. They were so impatient.
"Let's go, lead the team, teach those dogs a lesson, let them know that my things are not something that any cat or dog can touch."
