The aftermath work that Master Senpo (Ma Xiaoguang) is talking about means that the 100,000 U.S. dollars in hand cannot be traded directly with the Hans Kingdom, but must be operated and cleaned up.
There are many methods. Remittance and exchange are formal operations, but not all of them are like this. There are other unconventional operations such as casinos and black markets...
In short, we have to find many ways.
Fortunately, everyone is a veteran, and they are busy taking orders.
Natasha took 20,000 U.S. dollars and went to the Bank of China to exchange them into legal tender. Of course, she had to go to Citibank to exchange them into U.S. dollars the next day.
There will be some losses due to exchange rate effects and handling fees, but this is already the minimum price.
The fat man went to the black market, exchanged the U.S. knives for silver dollars, and then handed the silver dollars to the clerks at the foreign bank, who then exchanged them for U.S. knives.
Master Senpo and Charlie went to Rui Qingrong with the largest sum of money, gave him half a percent of the handling fee, and asked him to go around the casino and give him another batch of American knives.
In this way, no one is aware of the situation. After all, we are in the concession, so it is better to pay attention to some things. Although there are some costs, there is no big mistake in being careful.
This operation gave Rui Qingrong an advantage. This inexplicable money came into his account. As expected, Master Xinsenpo gained eternal life.
"Haha, Brother Ma, I just said that I have good vision. Haha, working with you really makes me happy!" Rui Qingrong smiled so hard that his big gold teeth flashed.
"It's good. Of course you have to take care of your own people. Don't let the wealth go to outsiders." Master Senpo said with a warm smile like a spring breeze.
"This is the best! It's the best!" Rui Qingrong was still giggling.
While chatting happily with Rui Qingrong, Charlie Cao quietly came to the office and gave Master Senpo an affirmative look.
Knowing that the matter was settled, Master Senpo cheered up and stood up to say goodbye to Rui Qingrong.
"Brother, it's time to meet outside. We all have to have a meal after all. Seeing that it's the New Year again..."
Rui Qingrong is now eager to offer Master Senpo as the God of Wealth, so of course he sincerely wants to keep him for meals.
Young Master Senpo said in a sincere and firm tone: "Boss Rui, my brother is really in a hurry. In this way, if the matter is settled this time, we can get together alone and make an agreement!"
Seeing that Master Senpo and Lao Cao did have something to do, Rui Qingrong also understood the seriousness of the matter, said a few more polite words, and made an appointment to get together in a few days after work was completed, and then reluctantly let Master Senpo leave.
"Natasha called and it's done. Let's go pick her up. It's not safe to have so much money on you. After we get the money, we'll call the fat man and go to Lihe Matheson tomorrow."
Half an hour later, they met Natasha and Fatty at the door of the Bank of China.
"My black market is very fast and there are not so many twists and turns. Just give me money and you can settle the matter. I guess it can be done if you need to pay more, but now the neon devils are like crazy, looking for people and robbers everywhere. "
"I finished the matter in a few moments, so I ran away to avoid running into the Japanese and causing unnecessary trouble."
The fat man smiled and informed Master Senpo of the outcome and the latest situation.
Natasha looked unhappy and pouted: "The procedures of the Bank of China are too cumbersome. We won't be able to have that much legal currency cash until tomorrow."
"It's okay. There's no need to use the money in a hurry. I'll just pick it up tomorrow after finishing the business with Heli and the foreign company. As the saying goes, don't put all your eggs in one basket."
Young Master Senpo smiled and comforted the big-haired beauty.
After hearing some persuasion from Master Senpo and the fat man, Natasha's mood improved a little and she started talking and laughing.
That night, the four of them stayed at a hotel on Jiangxi Road and did not return to Siming Village.
In extraordinary times, for the sake of safety, a suite was opened.
The suite has two bedrooms, one for the lady and one for the fat man. Lao Cao and Master Senpo are making a floor in the living room.
Mainly because of the fat man's snoring while sleeping, Master Senpo couldn't bear it, so he had to let him enjoy special treatment.
There was no talking that night, everything was fine.
Early the next morning, everyone packed up, and Master Senpo and the fat man went to Lihe Foreign Trade Co., Ltd.
Hoffman was extremely amazed by the efficiency of his Chinese counterparts, and gained a new understanding of Master Senpo, with a faint look of respect in his eyes.
"Mr. Ma, your efficiency is so high!" Fisher couldn't help but admired from the sidelines.
"You two are very polite. Everyone likes a good guy, so move faster." Master Senpo said with a smile.
After saying that, with a signal, the fat man opened the prepared small suitcase.
Inside the suitcase, there were dozens of beautiful knives, old and new, which made the two Hansi friends look blank.
"I tell you two, stop nagging and take us to the warehouse." Master Senpo said with a smile.
When Hoffman heard this, he also smiled, picked up the phone, and muttered something in German. It seemed that he should notify the warehouse to prepare.
Seeing how efficient his friends from Hansi were, Master Senpo also borrowed a phone to contact Lao Chen who was waiting outside - looking for a truck to come over.
These things are made of iron and cannot be moved without a truck.
After the phone call, we got in the car together, got into the Mercedes Benz 170 of Lihe Yangxing, and went straight to the Huxi Industrial Zone and the Lihe Yangxing warehouse.
Young Master Senpo and Fatty had been to this place before and were a bit familiar. Of course, they couldn't show any previous expressions on their faces. They were just talking about irrelevant topics with the two Hans country colleagues.
Outside the warehouse door, a worker from a foreign trade company in work clothes stopped the Mercedes-Benz sedan with his hand.
Hoffman also cooperated and rolled down the window glass so that the workers could see what was going on inside the car. Hoffman also took out his ID and pass and handed them to the workers.
The worker obviously knew Hoffman and Fisher, but he still checked the IDs meticulously, called again to verify who was coming, and then opened the large iron door of the warehouse to let the car in.
Young Master Senpo and the fat man looked at each other with admiration in their eyes. No matter whether the Hans people are good or bad, this rigorous style of doing things is worth learning.
The warehouse was huge, filled with wooden boxes as tall as a person, many of which were covered with canvas. After driving more than a hundred meters inside, they stopped in front of a pile of wooden boxes without canvas covers.
Hoffman took out a list from his wallet and asked Fisher to check it carefully one by one, and opened the lids of some wooden boxes.
"MP34 submachine gun, the best submachine gun currently!" Fisher introduced with some pride as he opened the cover.
Fisher's pride was justified. The MP34 was one of the best submachine guns at the time before the MP38 and Bobosha came out.
The other is the beautiful country's Chicago typewriter - the famous Thompson submachine gun.
Master Senpo bought a few Chicago typewriters. They were too expensive, costing two hundred dollars each, and the firing rate was too fast. They were quite wasteful to use, so he didn't dare to buy more.
Of course, although this MP34 is also expensive, it has many benefits. The most amazing thing is that you can change the caliber by changing the barrel!
In short, in terms of cost performance, this MP34 is still higher than the Chicago typewriter. As for performance, it can only be said that each has its own merits.
"The MG34 general-purpose machine gun was designated as the standard machine gun of the National Defense Forces last year... with a rate of fire of 800 rounds per minute." Fisher opened another wooden box and introduced.
Young Master Senpo looked at the famous guns of the generation in the wooden box and smelled the unique smell of gun oil. On the surface, he was calm and calm, but inside he was in a state of turmoil.
Master Senpo relied on historical memory to order these equipment when he placed the order last year, otherwise the other party would not have time to produce them.
The fat man also had a sullen expression, but his eyes told Master Senpo that these equipment were too powerful!
This is the gap, and it is not a generation difference, but more than two generation differences.
The current national army and the Red Army are considered elite if they have the civilian 24-type Maxim and the imitation MP18. Where can they have the opportunity to see such weapons?
Even in the tax police headquarters of krypton gold players, these god-level equipment are probably very rare.
In addition to two excellent automatic weapons, there is also a generation of famous guns, the Ruger P08 - the original version of the Japanese Southern Pistol.
Other boxes contained a two-step portable radio, as well as other agent equipment.
Due to the special mission, Master Senpo did not order too many rifles. He mainly purchased automatic weapons.
The only two rifles are KAR98K automatic rifles with scopes.
"Well, it's all good. Our friends from Hans are very honest in their work."
Master Senpo nodded with satisfaction, suppressing his inner excitement, and signaled the fat man to prepare to hand over the money to Fisher.
With these weapons, the future layout in Shanghai and other places can really work. If you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools!
After the handover was completed, the workers outside the door came in to report, and Fisher and Fatty went out to pick up the truck.
The truck was driven by Charlie Cao himself. Looking at the boxes of Hans Nation's elite equipment, Old Cao felt a little breathless.
Fisher called two more workers, and Lao Cao and Fatty also helped carry it. They worked for an hour before loading the truck.
"Happy cooperation! Mr. Ma."
Hoffman was carrying a small suitcase worth 40,000 US dollars in his left hand, and shook hands with Master Senpo vigorously with his right hand to say goodbye.
"Happy! Happy!" Master Senpo said with a smile.
On the way back to Tianma Yangxing's warehouse, the fat man couldn't help but said: "Master, this is really enjoyable! These guns, tsk tsk!"
Master Senpo said with a smile: "Anyone with a 40,000-dollar knife in his hand will be very happy. I wonder if the goods you contacted the broker are so hard?"
"Then who knows? Anyway, according to him, there is a surprise!" The fat man came back to his senses and said.
The three of them joked all the way and drove the truck to the Tianma Yangxing warehouse, but they were not busy unloading the goods. Master Senpo had to carefully plan the storage of weapons - as the old saying goes, you can't put all your eggs in one basket.
After coming out of the warehouse, I got into the taxi that Lao Cao had reserved and rushed to an Italian cafe called Linlin on Fukaisen Road.
The broker was introduced by Zhang Ruoqi, a professional in the industry in Jinling. It is said that he specializes in buying and selling various novel equipment for various forces.
"My surname is Zou, Zou Deqing, manager of Pacific Trading Company."
A young man in a suit and tie with a shiny side parted his hair handed over a business card and introduced himself.
