Ning Zhiheng looked at Hirao Daichi who was sitting opposite him and asked softly: "Tell me, I think Hirao's situation has not been smooth during this period!"

Hearing Ning Zhiheng's question, Hirao Dazhi said excitedly: "Mr. Fujiwara, please help me overcome the difficulties. This time I can only ask you!"

His expression was helpless and in a hurry, and he told his situation again. It turned out that Hirao Daichi was inquiring about Kuroki Yuichi in the occupied area as Ning Zhiheng ordered, but there was no result.

Later, after Ning Zhiheng left the occupied area, he came to the door according to the address left by Ning Zhiheng, but he came one step late and couldn't help but regret that he missed this opportunity.

Later, he worked as a broker in the occupied areas, making some matchmaking for those merchants, introducing transactions to earn a little commission.

But just a month ago, he introduced a cloth business to two merchants, but the seller disappeared after receiving the deposit. So the buyer found Hirao Daichi, because this was the line he brought to him and introduced the business.

Hirao Daichi was also stunned. This seller had successfully made several transactions before and was still a very reliable old customer. Now this kind of thing happened. The company was also empty. This situation is still very rare in the Japanese business world.

So Hirao Daichi's reputation in the broker industry became terrible. Not only was there no one asking him to introduce his business, but the buyer was reluctant to ask him for the 20% deposit.

In the end, Hirao Daichi was chased and hid in Tibet. The people he met in Shanghai were all in exchange of interests, and once he was in a downturn, no one was willing to help him.

In desperation, he thought of the noble child of Fujiwara Tomohito, who had worked hard for him at least. I hope he could remember this little person. As long as he was willing to take action, this little thing was no problem!

Hirao Daichi knew the address of Ning Zhiheng's villa in Shanghai. Since he had a address, he would have to return to Shanghai sooner or later. So he hid in a nearby rented house and came to see the movements in the villa every day, hoping that Mr. Fujiwara would come back early, ask him for help, and save his predicament.

"Mr. Fujiwara, the president of Kono Company is looking for me everywhere now. He thinks that I and the seller have cheated him for money, but I really don't have it! I really can't afford to pay him that much money. I'm really desperate. Please help me!" Hirao Daito paused his head and begged.

Ning Zhiheng frowned. He was not a good person. He would help anyone who came to ask for advice. He had no time to care about these other people's business, let alone just a broker who had met several times.

"Hirou, let me ask you first. Have you found Mr. Kuroki Yueichi that I asked you to look for during this period?" Ning Zhiheng asked coldly.

Hirao Dazhi quickly replied: "I'm so sorry. I searched all over Shanghai but didn't find out whereabouts of Mr. Kuroki. I knew Mr. Kuroki was a famous scholar. I went to Mulan Society Academy to inquire many times, but they all said Mr. Kuroki did not return to Shanghai."

"Mulan Society?" Ning Zhiheng asked in confusion.

"Yes, Mulan Club is a gathering place where some literati and scholars like to stay. It is said that it was founded by some immigrant scholars after the war, a few months ago. I thought there should be news about Mr. Kuroki there, so I went to inquire many times. Some of them knew Mr. Kuroki, but they had not heard of Mr. Kuroki's recent news. I have been paying attention to this matter. I will report it to you when there is any news!" Hirao Dachi explained carefully. He was very anxious at this time and tried his best to prove his ability and show that he still has value for Mr. Fujiwara!

Ning Zhiheng nodded, then said lightly: "Hiyo-jun, I am not a judge or a policeman. I have no interest in the economic disputes between you. It seems that I can't help you!"

After saying that, he stood up and ordered Yi Huaan outside the door: "Akagi, take Hirao-jun out for me!"

Yi Huaan agreed, walked into the room, and made a gesture of inviting Hirao Daichi.

"No, Mr. Fujiwara! Please be sure to help me in my work for you. President Kono has informed the police of summer on the charge of commercial fraud. They have been looking for me these days. Once I find me, they will send me back to China for punishment. I will have nothing, so please save me!"

When Hirao Dazhi saw Ning Zhiheng's cold expression, he was immediately anxious. He quickly bent his knees and knelt in the middle of the living room, lying on the ground with his hands on the ground, lying on his forehead, begging constantly!

This was his only chance. He was afraid that he would be sent back to the country by the police and sent to the cold prison.

He is no longer proprietorship in Japan, and he doesn't even have a house for living. Some of the savings he has been thriving in Shanghai over the past few years will be confiscated. Unless he fled from Shanghai, he is in a foreign country, and there are hostile eyes towards the Japanese everywhere. Where can he escape?

Yi Huaan glanced at Ning Zhiheng and found that he was still calm and did not agree to Hiroshita Dazhi. So he stepped forward and lifted Hiroshita Dazhi's body upwards, trying to hold him up and send him out.

But Hirao Daichi struggled, refusing to do so, and kept begging: "Mr. Fujiwara, please help me. As long as you are willing to save me, you will definitely work for you in the future. You can do anything. I really have no way out. Please!"

For a moment, two people were constantly pulling in the living room, which made Yi Huaan feel angry. He raised his right hand and stretched out his palm like a knife. He was about to hit him hard, but Ning Zhiheng reached out to stop him.

Ning Zhiheng looked at Hirao Daichi with cold eyes. After thinking for a while, he finally asked, "Can you really not find that seller?"

When Hirao Daichi heard Ning Zhiheng's inquiry, he was overjoyed. He knew that as long as Mr. Fujiwara was willing to ask, it meant he had the idea of ​​trying to save himself. He quickly replied: "This seller's name is Kenji Kataoka. He has always been in the cotton cloth business. We have had several dealings before, but I really didn't expect that he suddenly ran away with the money. Now many merchants are looking for him, but they haven't found it. He must be no longer in Shanghai. Now the police are sending letters to search for the country. I don't know why the specific reason is?"

This situation is indeed very rare. It has to be said that Japan's business environment is relatively strict. Those merchants regard reputation as very important. Once they show dishonest, they will soon be boycotted by everyone. Merchants like this who escape with money must have made up their minds and no longer contact with business, disappear, and it is difficult to find them anymore!

"How much is that 20% deposit?"

"Twenty-two thousand yen! But I really didn't get one yuan, it's so unfair!" Hirao Dachi explained vigorously.

Ning Zhiheng believed that if Hirao Dachi was a co-conspirator, he would have fled Shanghai long ago and would not have been so depressed.

Although the 22,000 yen is not a small amount, it is not in Ning Zhiheng's eyes. The main reason is that Ning Zhiheng has no intention of paying the money, because if he takes action, it would be too weak to do so. This does not match his current identity and the identity of the children of the Fujiwara family.

"What is the background of the Kono Club you mentioned?"

"This is a trading business that has just been opened. Is the background? It seems that I have some relationship with the military police headquarters. Although I have made mistakes in this kind of economic dispute, it should not be the full responsibility. At most, it is to return the commission and pay a fine. However, the President Kono said that the police station arrested me for commercial fraud, which ordinary merchants cannot do." Daichi Hirao dared not hide at all. If he dared to deliberately conceal the other party's background and deceived Mr. Fujiwara to take action, Mr. Fujiwara would know in the end. At that time, I was afraid that things would go against my wishes. Not only would the trouble not be resolved, but he would also face Mr. Fujiwara's anger, and the result would be tragic.

Ning Zhiheng saw his honest answer and nodded with satisfaction. He had the idea of ​​using Hiraoshita at this time. After all, he had no foundation in the Japanese occupied area. If he wanted to create a situation here and take root, he still needed some people familiar with the local situation. Now Hiraoshita is desperate and is just a candidate.

However, he still cannot take action easily. After all, he does not have much network of relationships in the Japanese occupied area. His biggest backer, Major General Junhei Uehara, is not in Shanghai, and it cannot quench his intimate thirst.

There is also Takeshi Ishikawa, the master of the military police headquarters, and several intermediate officers with little friendship. Finally, he is the noble status of a child of the Fujiwara family in Kyoto. Therefore, he doesn’t have many trump cards in his hand. He must judge the situation and inquire about the other party’s background, otherwise he will kick a hard steel plate, which will be a loss!

Thinking of this, Ning Zhiheng picked up the phone in the living room and called out.

Soon, Takeshi Ishikawa's voice came from the other side of the phone: "I am Takeshi Ishikawa, who is it?"

"Wu Zhi, it's me!"

"Zhiren? Are you back? It's so great!" Takeshi Ishikawa's surprise voice sounded, his tone increased a little, obviously unexpectedly happy.

He has been waiting for Ning Zhiheng's return. Ning Zhiheng had promised to return to Shanghai again and would open a trading house here and promised to give him 10% of his shares. The two of them worked together to create a home business in Shanghai, the largest city in the Far East.
Chapter completed!