Meng Shaoyuan had just been promoted and was ordered to help Director Dai repair the house in his hometown.
How honorable is this?
Everyone in the two places is envious.
Zhu Yanni and others also kept mumbling, why don't they take themselves with them when they go to Zhejiang?
I just wanted to play by myself.
They had no idea what a dangerous mission Meng Shaoyuan was going to carry out this time.
Maybe, there is no way to come back.
Top secret mission!
Meng Shaoyuan didn't tell anyone.
Only Tian Qi seemed to smell something faintly.
"The incident has just ended. We have too much to do in Nanjing. You have just been promoted and the formal appointment letter has not yet been issued. At this time, Director Dai sent you back to your hometown to get drawings? Did something happen?"
Tian Qi is a very shrewd person.
"Don't ask so many questions, everything is running normally." Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "Lao Qi, I'll leave the house to you. Let me watch over Cheng Depei. Also, Shimamoto Narumi and Nishimura Mayu are being held tightly. At the base, Strengthen training and hand over the people we selected to Yue Zhenchuan for training. Don't relax for a moment.
You will be responsible for the first group at this time. My appointment has not been made yet. The second group will not move for the time being, but pay more attention. Whoever may become our people and whoever has no hope, please squeeze it out for me. Sooner or later, things need to be rectified. Especially the selection of several squadron leaders must be done with great care. It is best if they are all our people. "
The more Tian Qi thought about it, the less it tasted.
Something must be wrong.
"Otherwise, don't ask any more questions." Meng Shaoyuan's expression became serious: "You know that we follow the rules of the society, and we must have a sense of what we should ask and what we should not ask."
Tian Qi nodded silently: "No matter what you do, you can come back safely. We can do without anyone in this group, but we can't do without you. If you are not here, the team will break up."
"Well, I'm not here...Old Qi, are you fucking cursing me to death? By the way, go to Hangzhou for me."
"What to do in Hangzhou?"
"There's a guy there who owes me a lot of money, and it's time for him to pay back the interest... This guy can be of great use..."
It’s a long way from Nanjing to Northeast China.
Trains, cars, and trains take turns.
Meng Shaoyuan only glanced at Luo and followed him.
His current identity is "Zhu Yanfan", the deputy general manager of "Shanghai Angus International Bank".
When going to the Northeast, the main purpose is to buy mink and other Northeast specialties and ship them to Hong Kong and other places.
Luo Yiyi's identity is his butler.
Wearing a Western-style suit, a black woolen coat, and a top hat, it looks so magical.
"Manager Zhu, are you going to the Northeast like this?" Luo looked him up and down.
"Yeah, what's wrong? Are there any rules on what to wear when going to the Northeast?"
"Cheng, Cheng, you dress, you dress. I can tell you in advance, in this season, when you go to the Northeast, just wearing beautiful clothes will not work."
To go to Northeast China, Nanjing is inconvenient, so you have to go to Shanghai.
Go all the way from Shanghai to Tianjin, then take a bus to Qinhuangdao, and then take a train out of Shanhaiguan.
Meng Shaoyuan bought a first-class car.
In order to show the dignity of the person who owns this carriage, the carriages are marked with a big "I".
As soon as you enter, you will understand why first-class tickets are so expensive.
The equipment in the carriage is gorgeous, the seats are spacious, the ground floor is carpeted, and the dressing room and bathroom are all available.
Even the chairs are covered with velvet. As soon as you sit down, your whole body will feel close and soft, supporting your whole body.
The decoration and equipment of the second-class cars are slightly inferior to those of the first-class cars, but they also have upholstered seats and the seats are more spacious.
It's completely different once you get to the third class train.
The seat is hard and extremely cramped. Especially at night, when the lights are dim and there are so many people, it’s impossible to read books or newspapers, and it’s impossible to sleep, so everyone says that taking a third-class train at night is simply a hell of a trip.
Moreover, the location of the carriage is also particular.
In the arrangement of passenger cars, third-class cars are usually next to the locomotive, followed by second-class cars, and finally first-class cars. The reason is simple. The closer you are to the locomotive, the more severe the vibration will be.
If a train accident occurs, the closer you are to the front of the train, the more dangerous it is. In addition, the closer you are to the locomotive, the more soot drifts from the train, making your face dingy.
The first thing I did when I arrived at the station on the third-class train was to shake off the soot from my body.
However, in the cold winter, the arrangement of passenger cars is reversed, with first-class cars closest to the locomotives, followed by second- and third-class cars. This is because the hot water in the train heater flows from the boiler. Naturally, the closer you are to the locomotive, the hotter the heater will be.
What's more important is that third-class cars not only have no sleepers, but passengers are not allowed to enter the dining car.
"I wish you the best, manager, I am enjoying the blessing of following you." As soon as he entered the carriage, Luo was dazzled at first glance: "This is my first time taking a first-class train. This is a countryman coming to the city. Everything is new. "
Going to the Northeast to seek death... No, if you die generously, you can't treat yourself badly when traveling.
Bah, why do you always think of the word death?
The train is moving.
How comfortable it is to sit in a first-class car.
There were not many people in the first-class bus, only nine people in total, most of whom were foreigners.
Foreigners are also particular about taking trains.
Generally speaking, missionaries and employees of banks and foreign companies sit in second class seats.
The people in the first-class car were either foreign businessmen, people from a certain consulate, or foreign tourists visiting China.
There are only two teams of Chinese here.
Meng Shaoyuan and Luo glanced at a middle-aged man wearing a cotton gown.
Both parties also introduced themselves.
Of course Meng Shaoyuan wished the manager.
The name on the business card handed over by the middle-aged man was "Xie Songshan, General Manager of Xinjing Daxi Trading Company."
From Changchun?
Meng Shaoyuan was immediately distracted.
This is the destination of my trip.
I immediately got close to him.
Xie Songshan often comes to Shanghai to do business, and his business in Shanghai and Fengtian is booming.
As soon as he heard that "Manager Zhu" was going to the Northeast to purchase goods, Xie Songshan's eyes immediately lit up and he enthusiastically invited Meng Shaoyuan to visit his firm anyway and discuss cooperation.
"Angus's company is Dayang Bank. I tried to negotiate business with them several times, but never got in. I never expected that Manager Zhu, at such a young age, would actually be Angus's deputy general manager."
Xie Songshan had a flattering look on his face.
Well, Angus is indeed a big business, but he doesn’t know which way the door opens.
The same goes for Mrs. Qiangwei. I begged her to help me find an identity, but why did I end up with such a big foreign company?
As for why you became the deputy general manager at such a young age?
It all depends on one mouth.
When it was time to eat, Xie Songshan deliberately made friends with Meng Shaoyuan and made sure to treat him to dinner.
Meng Shaoyuan was not polite either.
After entering the restaurant, ordering food, and just chatting for a few words, a foreign couple passed by them. They turned around and said with surprise: "Hey, Charles!"
Charles?
Call yourself?
Charles Meng?
The foreigner immediately extended his hand to Meng Shaoyuan enthusiastically: "Charles, why are you here? I didn't see you in the first-class bus just now."
"Ah, I didn't pay attention either. It's great to meet you here..."
Meng Shaoyuan was confused, who is this? I don’t even know his name.
The foreigner's wife asked in English: "Charles? Dear Alan, is this the Charles you keep talking about?"
"Yes, Charles, let me introduce you, this is my wife Alice."
"Hello, Alice."
Meng Shaoyuan somewhat understood. This couple was here to help him, right?
This woman deliberately called out "Dear Allen" because she was telling herself this guy's name.
"Let me introduce, Manager Xie Songshan of Daxi Trading Company...this is..."
As soon as Meng Shao's original words came out, Allen had already taken out his business card and handed it over.
Hubert Allen, Director of the Board of Directors of Citibank Shanghai Branch.
"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you." Xie Songshan repeatedly handed over.
A few people simply ate together and chatted casually.
As a "butler", Luo Yiyi was not qualified to dine with them, so he sat at another dining table.
Meng Shaoyuan was a little absent-minded.
"Sorry, need to use the bathroom."
Halfway through the meal, Xie Songshan said hello, got up and went to the bathroom.
"Mrs. Cai." Allen said immediately as soon as Xie Songshan left.
Mrs. Rose Cai Xuefei?
Meng Shaoyuan suddenly realized.
It turned out that Meng Shaoyuan asked Cai Xuefei to help him get an identity and requested the Northeast. When Mrs. Qiangwei heard this, she knew that he was going to perform a mission again.
It happened that her friends Allen and Alice were also going to Tianjin, so Cai Xuefei asked them to deliberately take the same flight. If anything happened, they would pretend to meet Meng Shaoyuan by chance on the train and say hello to confirm Meng Shaoyuan's identity.
Sure enough, Allen saw Meng Shaoyuan chatting with a Chinese as soon as he got in the car, and immediately looked for an opportunity to "encounter" Meng Shaoyuan in the dining car.
Yes, I owe Mrs. Qiangwei another favor.
"Hey, Charles." Allen suddenly raised his voice: "After dinner, let's play cards together? The other people in the carriage are all Americans. I'll introduce you to them."
"Playing cards, you guys can't play, I can't." Xie Songshan came back and sat down with a smile.
"I'm not particularly proficient either." Meng Shaoyuan said very modestly.
Although the journey from Shanghai to Tianjin was long, several people in the first class got to know each other, ate together, and played cards together after dinner.
Meng Shaoyuan's poker skills are really not very proficient.
They played Texas hold'em poker.
Meng Shaoyuan, who is not very proficient in poker skills, seems to have very good luck.
When the train finally entered Tianjin Station, the last deck of cards ended.
Allen stood up, and the Americans around him had bitter expressions on their faces:
"Charles, you are very lucky. You have won a lot in the past two days, right?"
"It's okay, it's okay." Meng Shaoyuan was always so humble: "More than 20,000 US dollars. Sorry, I'll treat you to dinner when I get back to Shanghai."
"Hey." When everyone was busy packing their luggage, Allen hooked Meng Shaoyuan's shoulders: "Honestly, do you know how to play cards?"
"Really not." Meng Shaoyuan looked innocent: "I don't even know how to gamble."
