"Of course the general's idea is excellent! But you don't know what it is?"
When Master Senpo (Ma Xiaoguang) heard this, he quickly straightened up and asked with reverence on his face.
After witnessing General Kusumoto's arrogance yesterday, Master Moripo's attitude naturally changed 180 degrees.
Money is a hero's courage, gold is a man's waist.
This is indeed a wise saying that applies to everyone.
"I have reliable intelligence sources... International sanctions will be imposed on my Neon Empire. The initiator of this matter is Song Ziwen, the former Minister of Finance of the National Government and now the Director of the Board of Directors of the Bank of China..."
"There is news that this person will come to the Shanghai stock market to accept an extremely large amount of political donation. I have an idea to find a way to find out the origin of this donation. It is best to get it. If it doesn't work..."
Kusumoto Sanitaka slowly spoke to Master Moripo in a pitiful tone, then turned his hand into a knife and wiped it on his neck.
"General, do you mean to kill Director Song?"
Master Senpo stood up in fright and asked in a trembling voice.
"Yes! This person is extremely unfriendly to my Neon Empire, so I want to find out his whereabouts in Shanghai..."
"Tusang, don't be afraid. You just need to get the whereabouts of Director Song and the ins and outs of political donations. If it comes true, I will definitely thank you greatly!"
Kusumoto Sanitaka's words are extremely tempting.
"Thank you very much? How much does it weigh?"
Hearing that Kusumoto Shitaka had lowered the difficulty of the task and raised the price, Master Moripo's expression changed, and he quickly sat down and asked.
"I'll give you two million yen!"
Shitaka Kusumoto offered a sky-high price that no one could refuse.
After saying that, Kusumoto Shitaka looked at Master Moripo with a proud face and said no more.
Because he had already heard Master Senpo's rapid breathing - and his expression was extremely unstable.
"General, this matter is too big. I have to go back and prepare... You know, this Director Song is not an ordinary person."
Master Moripo murmured to Kusumoto Shitaka.
"As soon as possible, Toussaint, you know that the current war situation is changing rapidly and time is very urgent."
Kusumoto Sanitaka's reaction to Master Moripo was expected, but he still took the opportunity to remind him.
"I know, I know, I'll go check out the situation first."
Master Moripo stood up, nodded to Kusumoto Shitaka, and hurriedly left the clinic.
Returning to Albert Road, Master Senpo ducked into the office.
Sitting in the office, Master Senpo smoked Hardman one after another...
Although I already knew that General Kusumoto was a man of great wealth, I never imagined that such a large amount of business would come like this.
The auctions of the previous two days were just appetizers, and this was the main meal.
Despite his foresight, Master Senpo was still a little uneasy.
Four million yuan is a bigger deal than all the deals he has done before!
But this matter also involves "Director Song", so we have to be cautious. This man is also the "uncle of the country" and has his own special role in the Anti-Japanese War.
After thinking about it for a long time and smoking most of the bag of Hardmen, Master Senpo called MISS Liu (Wu Qiuyi).
Master Senpo said to MISS Liu in a deep voice: "Send electricity to Mr. Dai and suggest changes to the 'Viper' plan..."
MISS Liu heard Master Senpo's plan, a light flashed in his beautiful eyes, and he smiled meaningfully.
Then, he turned around and took the record and went to the report room in person to submit the report.
I didn't wait too long, and received a call back an hour later.
The call back only had two words: "Agree."
Three days later, at the Qinglian Pavilion Teahouse on Sima Road.
Today is the scheduled time to meet Kusunoki Shitaka.
Master Senpo and the fat man had been sitting in the private room of the teahouse for an hour.
Thirty minutes had passed since the scheduled meeting, but no one was seen.
"Master, what does this old Nan mean? Why haven't you come yet after we made an appointment?"
The fat man looked out the window anxiously and asked Master Senpo.
"Don't be anxious. After all, it's a multi-million dollar deal. Why shouldn't Old Nan be careful? He's not stupid. The 300,000 we gave him that day was top-notch stuff. Everything was real. It's just that the old man reported it to the peak..."
Young Master Senpo sipped the tea and said to the fat man quietly.
"It seems like this old Nan will definitely have a hard time this time. This guy seems a little confused and different from our previous people."
The fat man touched his chin and said to Master Senpo hesitantly.
Just as he was talking, the fat man said with a sharp look: "This guy really didn't say anything, he won't come... Hey, why are you still following someone?"
"De Biao, calm down, the situation needs to be opened up."
When Master Senpo heard this, he enlightened the fat man with his usual expression.
Soon, Shitaka Kusumoto and a middle-aged man wearing a blue tunic suit with a gold Parker pen in his breast pocket entered the private room.
"This is Tusang, and this is Mr. Yang. I wonder if you have known each other before?"
Shitaka Kusumoto enthusiastically introduced both parties.
Looking at this middle-aged man, the fat man's heart sank. As expected, Kusumoto had a trick up his sleeve, and he actually hid such a trick in secret.
"This gentleman seems familiar?"
After the middle-aged man sat down, he looked at Master Senpo hesitantly and asked.
"I think sir, he seems to have some impressions... By the way, it seems that we met before when Commander Zhang was still the division commander."
Master Senpo said to the man while thinking.
"Mr. Tu really has a good memory. I am Yang Zhenhua from the 87th Division Staff Headquarters."
Hearing this, the man nodded and said with a smile, "That's right."
"Well, it seems that as your country said, mountains and rivers meet each other. We are really destined."
Kusumoto Sanitaka nodded to the two of them and said.
"It's fate, it's really fate... Then, De Biao, go ask the waiter to prepare some good tea, dried fruits, and snacks..."
Master Senpo also nodded repeatedly, then turned to the fat man and said.
The conversation that followed was pleasant. The three of them talked about everything, but it didn't involve the "big business" that Shitaka Kusumoto mentioned a few days ago.
The fat man did not go in to disturb the three of them. After serving tea and snacks, he stayed outside the door until Nan Ben and Yang Zhenhua finally left.
"Master, what kind of medicine is sold in this old Nan Gourd?"
The fat man asked with confusion on his face.
"This means that people have Xiao Jiujiu and God has big plans... It's our turn to make money this time."
Master Senpo said to the fat man playfully.
"What's the meaning?"
When the fat man heard this, he asked quickly.
"This man named Yang is really the former staff officer of the 87th Division, but he has always been depressed, but intelligence shows that he and Kusumoto were classmates at Neon Army University.
I once met this person at a party held by Chief Zhang at the Jinling Military Club, and he happened to be using his current identity at that time. "
Master Senpo replied with a smile.
"Oh, that's not right, I can't fake it anymore this time."
The fat man cheered up and said.
"That's not necessarily true. This Kusumoto probably has some deeper intentions. Otherwise, why bother dragging this guy named Yang? There must be something going on here."
Master Senpo said to the fat man in a deep and thoughtful voice.
