Dai Li was so angry that smoke was coming out of his nose, but he couldn't get angry. He could only bury everything deep in his heart for the time being.
Keeping his emotions and anger indiscernible was one of Dai Li's special methods when he later became the king of secret agents. This tactic of "forbearance" was also a strategy he learned from Zeng Wenzhenggong.
Of course, when you can't stand out, you have to be patient. Once you have the opportunity to stand out, being vicious is another one of his tactics.
After all, Lu Ming will leave the Fuxing Society next year. By then, he will reorganize the Shanghai Station and at least take back all the power of the Shanghai Station into his own hands.
Dai Li did not expect that Weng Bailing was a idiot. How could such a person be Lu Ming's opponent? He was not even qualified to carry a bag.
"Well, forget it since you don't know. It's not your fault." Dai Li rubbed his nose and pretended to avoid the topic.
Dai Li suddenly felt his nose itching. He wanted to sneeze but couldn't. His nasal cavity was blocked and uncomfortable, so he had to look up to the sky.
Weng Bailing didn't know what he wanted to do, and didn't dare to ask. He could only look at it curiously, and he couldn't help but raise his head slightly.
In fact, he was not familiar with Dai Li. They had only had a few contacts since Dai Li took charge of the Fuxing Society.
Dai Li's real confidants are not the webmasters of these sub-stations, but the members of the ten-person group he started in Jiming Lane, Nanjing. Those people are the die-hard Dai Jiajun.
After a long while, Dai Li finally sneezed out, rubbed his nose again, and finally felt much better.
He took out a handkerchief and wiped his nose, and then said: "Stationmaster Weng, you have been in Shanghai for three years, right? Can you tell me about any profitable business in Shanghai?"
"Doing business? Chief Dai wants to do business in Shanghai?" Weng Bailing suddenly realized.
"I'm confused, what kind of business am I doing? I want to do business and raise funds for our Fuxing Society. If we have money ourselves, do we still have to rely on others?" Dai Li said disdainfully.
Dai Li was really driven crazy by money. This time when Lu Ming stopped his funding, he realized that power alone was not enough, he also needed money.
He is a person who yearns for power endlessly and has no greedy desire for money, but without money, power is just an empty shell and a delusion.
Dai Li finally understood why the commissioner sent people to monitor the Sheng family's property. He was not worried. On the one hand, he needed the financial support of the Sheng family, but on the other hand, he wanted to guard against Sheng's ulterior motives.
There are many important people in the Kuomintang, government and military doing business. They are all diverse and show their special abilities. There are no restrictions in this regard from above.
Dai Li originally only wanted to do intelligence work. He knew that the principal attached great importance to intelligence work. This was a shortcut for rapid promotion.
As for making money from business, Dai Li looked down upon it at all, thinking it was short-sighted behavior, but he didn't see it that way now. It was true that he could force a hero to death for a penny.
You must make money, and make big money. Once you have money, you will no longer be restricted by anyone. This idea was also stimulated by Lu Ming.
"There are so many ways to make a fortune in Shanghai. I wonder what kind of business your superior wants to do?" Weng Bailing asked.
"Of course it is a business that can make a lot of money. It can bring in at least one million dollars a year." Dai Li said, raising his index finger.
Although Dai Li had a wide network of contacts in Shanghai and had good connections with people from all walks of life, he had no idea of doing business before, so he did not understand the situation in this area.
"It's very difficult to make a million dollars in business a year. Such a way to make a fortune has long been taken by the big guys." Weng Bailing said with a wry smile.
If Dai Li just wanted to make some personal fortune, it would be easy to do it in Shanghai, but it is almost impossible to say that he could make a fortune of 1.8 million yuan a year with nothing.
"Think about it carefully, what business can we do that others can't?" Dai Li said.
"Sir Dai, you also know that some people in Shanghai are lawless. There is almost no business they dare not do." Weng Bailing shook his head and said with a bitter smile.
"Then tell me, what are the most profitable businesses in Shanghai?" Dai Li said impatiently.
"Of course it's the smuggling of arms and tobacco. These two businesses are the only ones with huge profits. But the tobacco and tobacco are monopolized by the Qinghong Gang, and the smuggling of arms is the Cao Gang's business, and no one dares to touch it." Weng Bailing has some understanding of these two businesses.
"Forget about smuggling arms. It's hard to find buyers and it's easy to get into trouble. You can give the tobacco business a try. Besides, it seems that the profits of the casino are not thin." Dai Li thought for a while.
"Casinos are actually tied to tobacco, as well as brothels. These are the territory of the Qinghong Gang..." Although Weng Bailing is the webmaster of Fuxing Society's Shanghai station, he does not dare to offend the Qinghong Gang easily.
"What happened to the Qinghong Gang? They have made enough money over the years, so they should share some meat with us. I am here just in time to talk to them." Dai Li said coldly.
Dai Li felt that he didn't want much. He only needed to make one to two million yuan a year, which could basically cover the expenses of the Fuxing Society.
The Qinghong Gang should be able to give him this face, and of course he will also provide convenience in other aspects in exchange.
As for not smuggling arms, it is of course not because of fear of gangs, but because it is really inconvenient to find a buyer. If the buyer turns around and sells the arms to the Communist army, the gain will outweigh the loss.
Dai Li knew very well that the biggest buyer of arms was the armed forces of the Communist Party. No matter how courageous he was, he would not dare to sell weapons privately to the armed forces of the Communist Party. That would not be making money but seeking death.
"It would be best if the big guys from the Qinghong Gang are willing to give you profits," Weng Bailing said with a smile.
Weng Bailing felt the same as Dai Li, they were almost driven crazy by money these days.
Now he doesn't dare to check the work status of each department. As long as he goes to the lower departments, everyone will chase him and ask him when his salary will be paid, and everyone will cry and shout that they can't live.
While talking, it was already time to eat, and Weng Bailing wanted to invite Dai Li out for dinner.
Although he didn't have much savings, he still had enough money to treat him to a meal. Dai Li smiled bitterly and said that he wouldn't burden him anymore, so he could just grab something and take a bite.
Dai Li came to Shanghai in person. Of course, no one would invite him to dinner. Even if he stayed for three or two months, he would still be invited to dinner. But he was in a bad mood today and didn't want to see anyone.
Weng Bailing had no choice but to run to the cafeteria to see if there was anything he could easily deal with.
After searching around, I only found some canned beef and fruit, a few bottles of wine, and food such as bread and biscuits. There was no fresh meat or vegetables.
Weng Bailing asked the adjutant to take the food to his office, and said with a wry smile: "Sir, the master chefs in the cafeteria are on strike, so I have to treat you to eat these."
Dai Li saw a variety of cans and expensive foreign wines, and laughed and said: "This is your hard life? Do you know? When I was doing intelligence work, I would sit in a small alley eating flatbreads and pickles every day.
Even now, the headquarters does not have such luxury as you."
Dai Li picked up a bottle of foreign wine and looked at it carefully, smiling and saying: "I'm afraid this bottle of wine is worth the price of a meal."
Weng Bailing nodded repeatedly and couldn't help but feel ashamed. After all, they had let Lu Ming raise him too delicately.
The conditions at the Shanghai station are certainly not comparable to those at the headquarters, and even less so at other branches. Deng Wenyi and He Zhonghan, who have inspected here, have also expressed dissatisfaction.
However, they never spent a penny from the headquarters and were very strong-willed, so the criticism from their superiors naturally fell on deaf ears.
"If all our cadres and staff could eat canned American beef, drink foreign wine, and have bread and biscuits to satisfy our hunger every day, it would be a life in paradise." Dai Li couldn't help but sigh.
Dai Li once heard that the Shanghai Station was in a special situation. Not only were the office conditions luxurious, but the food and clothing were also very particular. He still didn't believe it, but now he has seen it with his own eyes, and it is indeed the case.
This is still under difficult circumstances. Under normal circumstances, it is probably like having a feast every day.
Dai Li felt a little emotional in his heart, but more of it was a kind of nameless anger. He spent so much money, provided such exquisite food, and fed so many people, but in the end he achieved nothing!
Is Fuxing Society Shanghai Station a professional pig farm? After all, pigs can still provide delicious meat, but they can’t provide anything else.
I won’t say anything today, I’ll leave everything to be dealt with next year.
Be angry, you have to eat what you should eat, and eat more, don't treat yourself badly.
Dai Li took a spoon and started to eat the canned beef, drank whiskey, and tore up the bread with his hands and ate it.
Weng Bailing felt uneasy, but he could only sit down and eat and drink with Dai Li. However, whether it was delicious wine or canned beef, everything became extremely bitter in his mouth.