Chapter 3

In the original drama, Mu Liancheng was timid and subservient, lowering his head and eyes before everyone he met.

In reality, this man was no ordinary character; one could even say he had connections reaching the heavens.

During the Japanese occupation, he managed to thrive even while snatching food from the mouths of the Japanese.

Now, with a sharp sword hanging over his head, he could still spirit away his assets and escape unscathed right under Wu Jingzhong's nose.

This alone shows the depth of his methods and connections.

Hong Zhiyou naturally could not let this fat fish get away.

He wanted the money, and he wanted Miss Wanqiu too!

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will be invincible in every battle.

While speaking, he opened his briefcase, took out a small bundle of 10-dollar US bills, and handed them to Anderson.

This was the rule.

Classmates are classmates, and business is business.

Anderson held down his hand and smiled as he revealed:

"Hong, this one is free."

"Mu Liancheng defected to the Japanese in '39 after being introduced by Wen Shizhen, and he even funded Xiong Jiandong's Yellow Guard Army; he's a famous old traitor."

"He has a mistress who is a spy for the Ume Kikan, and her family is from the Sakahara clan, members of the military cabinet."

"Of course, he also has dealings with us."

Hong Zhiyou already knew this intelligence, and he asked casually, "Are you familiar with the Shuibing storage area?"

"Of course, I'm 'best buddies' with Captain Charles, who manages the warehouse."

"Connections are money; that's a principle I learned after coming here to you guys," Anderson said, pinching his cigar with a smug look.

"Mu Liancheng has opened a warehouse there; keep an eye on him for me."

"Remember, don't alert the enemy."

"Watch him like a hawk, and if there is any sign of movement, call my office immediately."

Hong Zhiyou took out another small gold bar and pressed it onto the US bills.

"OK! Your business is my business."

"I have many brothers, but they are all fake. Only you, Hong, are real."

"Back when we were training in the mountains, I stepped on a landmine left by the Japanese; if it weren't for you, I would have gone to see God long ago."

Anderson smiled and gladly accepted the gold bar and the US bills.

You really are my good brother... Hong Zhiyou felt a pang of pain in his heart.

He was even poorer than Ma Kui.

This little bit of money was still the kickback he'd taken from the Kang family, and it had all gone to this American.

Of course, if you don't risk the child, you won't catch the wolf.

As long as he could catch Mu Liancheng, everything was worth it.

"Hong, do you want to get rich?"

After reminiscing about the past, Anderson asked.

"Do you have a way?" Hong Zhiyou asked.

"The Japanese left behind a large batch of opium, equipment, and medicine, and I want to dump it," Anderson said.

"How much profit is there?"

"At the very least, one hundred thousand US dollars!"

A deal worth one hundred thousand US dollars?

Hong Zhiyou couldn't help but feel his heart race.

At present, the Bretton Woods system had been established, and one US dollar was roughly equivalent to 0.9 grams of gold.

You have to know that an imported Studebaker car only cost 4,000 or 5,000 US dollars.

US dollars had an absolute advantage over silver dollars.

Not to mention foreign exchange; in Jinhai and Nanjing, it had already soared past the 6,000 threshold.

"You could look for the Jinhai garrison, the Garrison Command, or the Police Bureau," Hong Zhiyou thought for a moment and said.

"No!"

"You know our Brigadier General Butler is an upright man... he doesn't allow us to do business with your people."

"I have privately approached the people you mentioned."

"They said the Jinhai Station is monitoring them."

"They can't figure out Station Chief Wu, so they don't dare to act recklessly."

"More importantly, they don't need weaponry or medicine, and the opium is provided by local dock gangs, so they don't need our goods."

"So, my brother, you have to help me."

Anderson's tone was extremely pleading.

Hong Zhiyou rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Wu Jingzhong was deep in thought and ruthless; this could be seen from the fact that he had executed a batch of officials from the Japanese occupation period as soon as he arrived in Jinhai.

At present, Boss Dai's influence was like a rainbow.

All major institutions in Jinhai, including the garrison, were in awe of this "Imperial Envoy."

Moreover, Wu Jingzhong had always kept a low profile, only seeking agents to embezzle wealth within a range he was sure of.

When Ji Weimin was arrested, there was a whole carload of assets.

He only dared to let Yu Zecheng go take a look, and old Yu pulled out a jade-seated golden Buddha, which made Wu Jingzhong happy as a clam.

This shows how cautious Wu Jingzhong was.

Outsiders wanting to curry favor with him really might not have a way in.

"Business is a matter with many mouths and tongues, and the military mediation is coming soon, so Station Chief Wu certainly won't participate."

"How about this, I'll point out two clear paths for you."

"Firearms and medicine can be sold to the Red side; right now, Hu Zongnan's troops are already facing off, and they are in urgent need of these."

"For the opium trade, you can look for the dock gangs."

"Opium dens, brothels, gambling houses, and clubs—the opium consumed in these places is all provided by them."

"As long as you connect with them, not only can you avoid the skimming by the profiteers in the garrison and the Police Bureau, but it's also relatively hidden and won't break the rules of your General Butler."

Hong Zhiyou analyzed patiently.

"I have thought about that too, but I can't get in touch with the Red side," Anderson said distressingly.

"Who is behind you? Are they tough?" Hong Zhiyou asked.

Anderson was just a small sergeant; if it were just small-time stuff, he wouldn't play along. One wrong step in this kind of thing and you lose your head.

"Colonel Felson, Deputy Commander of the Marine Corps," Anderson answered with great confidence.

The number two big shot—that's enough material.

"I know him; I can introduce you."

Hong Zhiyou was just worrying about how to connect with Yu Zecheng.

Helping the Red side transport weapons and medicine was a rare opportunity.

Moreover, he was sure that old Yu would definitely do it.

You have to know that penicillin is more valuable than gold right now!

This is exactly what the Red side lacks the most.

"That's great!"

"However, peers are enemies; I can't handle Boss Zhang of the dock Cao Gang. He promised a price 30% lower than the market rate, and we can't make any profit."

"And his son, Zhang Shaojie, was a classmate of the son of your Jinhai Station's Division Chief Lu."

"He also has connections with the garrison."

"He doesn't buy my account at all!"

Anderson's brows were twisted into a knot.

Lu Qiaoshan!

This was indeed a trouble.

Lu Qiaoshan was the number two in the station.

The Jinhai Station's subordinate Land and Water Unified Inspection Office, Anti-Smuggling Bureau, Postal Inspection Office, and Security Inspection Office were all under his direct jurisdiction.

He also held a concurrent post as the Director of the Police Bureau's Inspection Office.

Except for the Garrison Command and the garrison, which he couldn't directly interfere with, he could reach most of Jinhai, and his power was unimaginably great.

"I'll handle Fourth Master Zhang of the Cao Gang."

"By the way, can you get foreign liquor, cigars, and coffee?"

"The rich people and masters now all pursue fashion, and the gap is huge. If you can get the goods, I can dump them for you."

Hong Zhiyou asked.

These were things revealed by the wife of Mobile Corps Commander Tian of the Security Brigade when he was playing mahjong with the wives' group.

Red wine, cigars, and Beetle cars were symbols of status in this era.

Just speaking of Jinhai, except for the upper echelons of the military, police, and city, and some top wealthy merchants, the slightly less wealthy couldn't buy them.

You have to know that Jinhai is the largest port in the north, and it's still so scarce.

Not to mention the supply and demand in other cities.

"Yes, the clubs left behind by Europeans, as well as our Navy Club, all have supplies. These goods are managed by the Navy Storage Statistics Department."

"I can ask Charles to inquire; we should be able to spare a portion."

Anderson answered very affirmatively.

"Wait for my good news!" Hong Zhiyou beckoned for the waiter to come over and pack the food and drinks.

"Hong, whether our brothers can get rich depends on you."

Anderson shook hands with him and drove away.

Hong Zhiyou carried the lunch box out of the restaurant.

The sky was very blue.

His mood was very beautiful.

This is an era of picking up money; as long as you are bold enough and careful enough, you can never finish making money.

Once the dock Cao Gang is taken down and the beautiful wives of the wives' group are served well, with connections reaching in all directions, there will be no shortage of sales channels for business.

He could completely become the biggest profiteer in Jinhai!

Of course!

He couldn't stand at the front desk, otherwise Wu Jingzhong alone could pluck him to death.

He had to think of a way to find someone reliable who could stand at the front desk.

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The contract has already been signed at light speed; gold masters can invest a wave, it's absolutely not a loss.

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(End of this chapter)