After reading the message, Zhang Tianhao no longer needed to linger here. After all, this was not a kind place, so he walked directly outside.
"As for those police clothes, put them all in the bag to prevent them from being used in the future. Let's go to the opposite side to buy clothes now. Let's go! Don't quit the house, someone will come to clean it up."
And Zhang Tianhao took out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and put them directly into his eyes. It looked like he was really Japanese. If it weren't for the clothes he was wearing, he was still a Chinese windbreaker. If he told me, others wouldn't believe him.
will believe it.
At this time, it was dinner time, and the waiters on the first floor ran away to nowhere. Only the boss was still sitting there eating lunch.
However, when he saw the three people coming down from upstairs, he didn't take a second look. After all, there were a lot of people coming and going every day. If he left now, he could save a deposit.
Therefore, he never paid attention to the guests who left, but continued to eat his meal. As for the three people just now, he just glanced at their backs.
After walking out of the hotel, Zhang Tianhao breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked diagonally across the street to a Japanese-owned service shop.
"You are Chinese. If the Chinese leave, don't sell!"
When the Japanese saw the three Zhang Tianhao dressed up as Chinese, he stood directly at the door and almost wrote "Chinese people and dogs are not allowed..." on the door.
"Baga, how can you be so rude? Is this what the empire's etiquette requires you to do?" Zhang Tianhao spoke pure Japanese.
When the Japanese heard this, he was immediately stunned. Then he looked Zhang Tianhao up and down apologetically, only to realize that apart from his height, Zhang Tianhao was still dressed in a Japanese style.
"sorry Sorry!"
When the Japanese saw it, he immediately stood up and said, "Excuse me, sir, are you from Kyoto?"
"Yes, I am from Kyoto, are you from Kyoto too?"
"Yes, I am also from Kyoto. I never expected that I would meet someone from my hometown in Xinjing. It is really a fate. My name is Taro Murakami. Please take good care of me."
With that said, he saluted directly.
"It turns out to be Mr. Murakami. I am Kawaki Ichiro, from Sanjia Village in Kyoto!" Zhang Tianhao immediately said politely and returned the gesture.
Then he introduced: "These two Chinese are the accountants and guards I hired. After all, language is often the biggest problem."
"Yes, I am also very troubled. Many Chinese people do not speak Japanese and it is difficult to communicate. Has Mr. Chuan Qi just come to Xinjing?"
"Yes, I have only been in Xinjing for a few days, or even less than a month from China. I have been inspecting Tianjin for a few days, and I feel that the business opportunities there are not great, so I plan to go to Xinjing to look for some business opportunities.
"
Zhang Tianhao directly told the lie to the end: "I just didn't expect that the weather here was too cold when I just arrived in Xinjing, so I had to come here to buy two sets of clothes."
"If you continue to be from our hometown, I will give Mr. Chuan Qi a 40% discount!"
"I'm so sorry. Let's do this. It's lunch time and I'll treat you to a drink." Zhang Tianhao also said politely. As for the two people behind him, they had no idea what Zhang Tianhao said to each other.
"Mr. Chuanqi, please!"
Soon, Zhang Tianhao chose the clothes and took them both to buy a set of clothes, and then went to a Japanese tavern to drink. Song Lang and the two were also thrown into a new hotel by Zhang Tianhao as a guard.
In the afternoon, Zhang Tianhao directly used Murakami Taro to find a place to live, which was a Japanese house and an independent small courtyard. Although it was not a villa, the conditions were quite good.
This is No. 44, No. 44, Kusidian, East Fifth Avenue. The Japanese think it is unlucky, so even the rent is much cheaper.
But Zhang Tianhao has no such taboos. There is still a facade in front of him. This doesn't matter to Zhang Tianhao. Next, he will open a store, and Song Lang and Zhang Li will work as accountants and clerks in the store.
Sitting in the room, Zhang Tianhao also felt tired for a while. After all, he went to the business department this afternoon to register and open a store to do business. Because it was a Japanese ID, everything was very fast, and the process was
In more than an hour, he got all the documents.
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As Zhang Tianhao's clinic opened, a batch of medicines also came in, and his business here began to slowly improve, and everything was going smoothly.
Two groups of people, Chen Xiang and Qian Mingjun, also arrived one after another, giving him more available manpower.
He met with the others one by one, then talked with them, arranged tasks, and even began to arrange personnel in various districts throughout Xinjing. As for the identity information, he was slowly adding it.
Now he has four waves of people in his hands. In addition to Zhang Li and Song Lang beside him, there are three waves of people: Qian Jun, Chen Xiang, and Qian Mingjun. Although there are only a few people, the entire Xinjing Station has been re-established.
In this way, a month and a half passed, and Zhang Tianhao also met many Japanese people in Xinjing, and he was considered a good network among Japanese people.
And his Sanmaru Clinic has become famous among the Japanese. The only advantage of his treatment at this time is that it is expensive. Compared with the hospital, the price here is almost double.
But even so, many people still come to him for treatment. The reason is that it is kept confidential. No matter where you are from, as long as you pay for the treatment, you will be fine.
As for making house calls, that is impossible.
Over the past month or so, Zhang Li and Song Lang have become accustomed to each other. Zhang Li has become a qualified nurse, while Song Lang has become a clerk, cleaning the house.
His clinic has even become famous on the black market. After all, he doesn't ask about his origin, only money. As a result, many injured people on the black market come to him for treatment.
This is especially true when it comes to surgery. The cost of surgery is so high that even people on the black market are a little surprised. Compared to hospitals, the cost of surgery here is at least three to five times higher, which is normal.
On this day, Zhang Tianhao was sitting in a cafe, looking at the snow on the street outside that had been swept away. Sipping the aroma of coffee, he looked at Qian Jun opposite him and said lightly: "Qian Jun, manpower is recruiting.
How's it going?"
"Lao Gao and I have started to recruit people and slowly developed them. Now we have found seven people, which is a bit small. After all, everyone has to be inspected and inspected again. We are afraid that people who are not ours will be mixed in, leaving us with this poor manpower.
Bring disaster."
"Well, we can develop slower, but we must not be exposed. Our goal now is to lurk and develop ourselves. We only have this few people."
"By the way, how many of the original manpower have been recalled?"
"Three, we used to have the manpower of one station. We just contacted them to make sure that there should be no problem with the three. Now I have placed them there." Qian Jun said carefully.
"Well, well done, let's see how many more people can be recalled."
"Yes!" Qian Jun nodded, and then sat there drinking coffee again, looking at the street outside, his eyes full of exhaustion, "By the way, boss, there is one thing, I don't know whether to say it or not.
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This chapter has been completed!