Lao Li took the telegram from Zhang Tianhao he had just received. After reading it, he just smiled.
How could they not have imagined such a situation? How could boss Chiang let them go? It was just that this was a period of joint resistance against Japan.
"I don't want him to risk the world's disapproval, but we still need to pay attention to this matter."
Minister Li didn't take Zhang Tianhao's words to heart. No one was a fool. They were guarding against each other from the beginning. The two parties never thought of letting each other go.
"This kid really has a lot of things to worry about. Is this something he can worry about? Army matters are so easy to deal with!"
He shook his head and felt that Zhang Tianhao seemed to be a little too concerned and had obviously forgotten his responsibilities.
I casually put this telegram aside and then forgot about it.
But he didn't know that when it happened, he wouldn't even have a place to cry.
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In a small villa in Nanjing, Zhang Tianhao was sitting there, flipping through the newspapers casually. After all, the newspapers in Nanjing had quite a lot of content.
But the people above are all boasting about saving the economy and talking about economic growth of 30%. However, the people below are still living a life of not having enough to eat and nothing to eat.
During two days of inspection, he saw what the people in Nanjing were really like.
It's a pity that he really can't help much, and he can't even show it, especially to a large number of beggars.
"Murakami-kun, what is the reputation of our president? Have you sold some low-priced grains to these ordinary people according to the method I formulated before?"
"It's sold, but it's sold every month. Each person is limited to three kilograms. Whether it's rice or flour, we prepare 100,000 kilograms every time. Any more will not be suitable."
Village Changzhi looked at Zhang Tianhao and didn't quite understand why Zhang Tianhao did this. It was obviously different from the fact that they were businessmen and could make money.
"Village Chief, do you know why we do this? We are businessmen. It seems that as long as we don't make any money, we are losing money, right?"
"Yes, President, I don't quite understand, why do you do this?"
"Have you noticed that our popularity in Nanjing is much better than others? In addition, have you noticed that our Sanyuan Club's business rarely has problems? Do you know why? Others don't.
Dare to come and rob."
When Murakami Nagaharu heard this, he couldn't help but fall into thinking.
After a while, he seemed to understand something and couldn't help but look at Zhang Tianhao in shock.
"President is brilliant, really brilliant. We have 100,000 kilograms of grain, and it looks like we have lost money. In fact, we are just a capital protector. We have not lost money at all, but it has increased our reputation. Others are not willing to steal our goods.
That’s to give our club face.”
"That's right. Regardless of the 100,000 kilograms of grain, a family can only sell three kilograms, but you should know how many people can live. And most of us here are Chinese. Although it is a little harder and a little tired, at least we don't have to worry about life.
Questions, other things, you should understand what I mean."
To be honest, one person can only buy three kilograms of grain, and the price is super low, almost one-third of the price of grain on the market.
But this benefit is still too great.
If he has time, one bite can save his family's life. If he can sell more, why wouldn't he be willing to sell it? Shanghai sells up to 150,000 jins every month, and it's still decreasing.
They are also sold in Tianjin and Hangzhou, and the prices are similar and the quantity is not large. But even so, there are still many Japanese businessmen who are dissatisfied, but the quantity is small, and not many people are looking for trouble.
"By the way, President, I am planning to expand the production of cloth, and it seems that the demand for cloth in all aspects is still quite high, do you think?"
"It is indeed a good idea, but the raw materials are simply not enough to support our further expansion. In addition, cotton is a controlled item. Can we get a large amount of cotton?"
"President, please rest assured. I have contacted a deputy mayor from the Nanjing government. We purchased a large amount of cotton and paid him a lot. If we can do this, we will get a lot of money."
money."
"It can be done. Let's do it. You can make it. I want 20,000 pieces from you. If you want me again, I will ask you for it. During the production of this batch of cotton-padded clothes, you must pay attention to the difference between the smuggled cotton-padded clothes and the
The cotton-padded clothes we normally produce cannot be the same, and at least the cotton-padded clothes we smuggle cannot leave the mark of our club to prevent others from finding us."
"President, thank you for your guidance. I understand how to do it."
When Murakami Nagaharu heard this, he didn't understand. The smuggled cotton-padded clothes could be a little fake or a little fake, but they definitely couldn't be the same as the cotton-padded clothes sold in ordinary times.
"By the way, let's do that. Except for the gold, I will take everything away. You can take care of the rest. After all, there is still some time before the end of the year. If this batch of materials is successful, then we can make a lot of money."
But Zhang Tianhao didn't say much because his brothers had prepared these cotton-padded clothes. Twenty thousand cotton-padded clothes were really not a small amount.
Even he has to be careful. If he doesn't pay attention, the Japanese or spies will find out, which will be a big trouble.
"By the way, Murakami-kun, is there a passenger ship to Shanghai in the evening? I want to go back to Shanghai in the evening. Things here are almost settled. I'm going to visit a few other places in the next few days!"
"President, let me call and ask if you think it's okay?"
Murakami Nagaharu was stunned when he heard this, and immediately asked in a low voice.
"Okay, here's the phone number, you can call it!"
He pointed to the phone next to him and said with a smile.
Murakami Nagaharu also immediately picked up the phone and made a call. He made several calls in a row and then put down the phone.
"President, there is an American passenger ship coming from Wuhan in the evening. It may arrive in Nanjing around 11 o'clock, then rest here for an hour, and then return to Shanghai. Do you think we should use this passenger ship?"
"Okay, let's take this boat tonight. It's been quite busy these days. It's time to leave after all the work is done!"
He thought for a while and decided to go to Shanghai that night. As for how to deal with it in Shanghai, that was the next thing.
He looked at the time, it was already half past seven, and there were still three hours left, enough for them to pack their things.
An hour later, everyone had some dinner, then got into the car with two boxes and headed directly to the pier.
As for the pier, people have already booked six ferry tickets in advance. After all, as a Japanese, it is quite easy to book.
"Murakami-kun, at the end of the year, I will be waiting for you in Shanghai to celebrate your success."
"Thank you, President. I will definitely live up to the expectations of the President."
When Murakami Nagaharu heard this, he also expressed his deep gratitude. This time he saw off Zhang Tianhao and he had to start busy with his work.
"Um!"
As the cars continued towards the pier, there were not many people visible on the streets of Nanjing, except for some patrolling policemen and some Japanese soldiers.
Of course, there are also some high-level officials from Nanjing who come out to spend the night.
It's just that he is not interested in all of this.
"By the way, I remember there was a shelter in Nanjing. It was established by an American. How is the situation now?"
"That welfare home was indeed run by an American, but it had to be closed later due to some reasons."
"closed?"
"Yes, there is a food problem. Sometimes you can't buy food even if you have money. That American closed down half a year ago, and even the land was bought."
When Zhang Tianhao heard this, he couldn't help but frown. He had never paid attention to this aspect, but the problem was that Pig actually closed the orphanage, which made him a little angry.
Taking the money and running away, he would never have thought that the American Piguet would actually take the money and run away.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head directly.
