Like Brad, who is self-funded, the allocation given by the Ministry of War to the Military Intelligence Agency is also not enough to support the 007s of the Military Intelligence Agency to travel around the world. They still have to raise funds by themselves in various ways in order to be able to carry out "commercial" activities.
needs.
Southern African products are marketed in Europe with their advantages of high quality, low price and reliable quality. Due to the monopoly behavior of several companies such as South African Company, Nyasaland Ocean Trading, and Adang Company, the prices of Southern African products in Europe remain high.
So there is a big loophole to exploit here. Not only Bullard, but also the London Military Intelligence Bureau also relies on southern African goods and earns a lot of profits from Europe every year.
The Humphrey Trading Company, headquartered in Whale Bay, has the background of the London Military Intelligence Bureau. Its general manager, Stuart Humphrey, is a senior agent of the London Military Intelligence Bureau. He not only made profits through the Humphrey Trading Company, but also used his British
Identified as gathering intelligence for London's Military Intelligence Agency in Whale Bay.
In recent days, a batch of motorcycles ordered by Humphrey Trading Company from Johannesburg Motorcycle Company have not been delivered, which makes Stuart Humphrey anxious.
Humphrey Trading Company is engaged in re-export trade. In name, Humphrey Trading Company transports southern African goods to the United States and sells them in the United States.
In fact, Humphrey Trading Company's merchant ships will not sail to the United States at all, but will be shipped directly to Europe.
In order to seize the U.S. market, there is a certain price difference between the motorcycles sold to the United States and the motorcycles sold to Europe by the Johannesburg Motorcycle Company headquartered in Ziwei Town. With this price difference, Humphrey Trading Company can earn dozens of dollars every year.
Millions of pounds in profits.
"Hasn't the shipment been delivered yet in Johannesburg?" Stuart Humphrey rang the bell and called his secretary in.
"Not yet. We have sent many telegrams to urge you, but there is no reply yet from Johannesburg." The smart and capable secretary is beautiful and generous. She is not from the London Military Intelligence Bureau and does not know the identity of Stuart Humphrey.
.
"These bastards, are they crazy?" Stuart Humphrey yelled. The Humphrey Trading Company not only raised funds for the London Military Intelligence Agency, but Stuart Humphrey himself was also awarded
The profits are huge. Don't be too simplistic in doing something in this area. The London Military Intelligence Bureau's monitoring of Humphrey Trading Company is not strong.
Impulse cannot solve the problem. After venting, Stuart Humphrey still has to face reality: "Book me a train ticket to Johannesburg at night——"
Stuart Humphrey wanted to go to Johannesburg in person. The motorcycles produced in Johannesburg were not only reliable in quality, but also unique in appearance and excellent in quality. They were in short supply in the United States and Europe.
In the world today, except for the Johannesburg Motorcycle Company, the motorcycle technology of other companies is still in a very primitive state. Not only is the quality not good, but the appearance is also very different from the motorcycles produced in Johannesburg. Therefore, even if they are produced in Johannesburg
Motorcycles are expensive, but they are still wildly sought after by the market.
So far, Johannesburg Motorcycle Company has launched four brands of motorcycles to the market, covering target groups with different consumption levels, with prices ranging from R50 to R850.
"Okay, do you need to reserve a hotel room?" The secretary recorded in his notebook that Stuart Humphrey was a member of the Rhodesia Hotel and could reserve a room at the Rhodesia Hotel in Johannesburg.
"Of course -" Stuart Humphrey waved the secretary to leave, turned around and opened the safe. There were some documents and a few stacks of cash in the safe. Stuart Humphrey hesitated and took out
Two of the stacks.
Stuart Humphrey went to Johannesburg as a maintenance channel, so it was inevitable to spend money, and he might have to pay some additional costs to allow the Johannesburg Motorcycle Company to deliver the goods smoothly.
Just as he put the money into his underwear pocket, there was another knock on the door.
"Who!" Stuart Humphrey was impatient. No one had an appointment with Stuart Humphrey at this time, so no one should bother him.
The door was opened directly, and three guys wearing vests, overalls, and checkered jackets filed in.
Stuart Humphrey was about to snap, but he keenly noticed that all three of them were wearing combat boots with vents, and his expression immediately turned serious.
"Mr. Stuart Humphrey?" A young man in the lead sat down on the chair opposite Stuart Humphrey's desk and looked at Stuart Humphrey.
Unscrupulous.
"I am, who are you? Have you made an appointment with my secretary?" Stuart Humphrey was polite and it was very impolite to just barge into someone else's office without an appointment.
"Sorry, I don't have an appointment." The young man told the truth, but there was no sign of apology on his face.
"Then please make a new appointment. I'm going to Johannesburg right away. If you have anything to do, wait until I come back from Johannesburg." Stuart Humphrey continued to pack things and put several documents on the table into a Sheldon
Inside the briefcase produced by the company.
Sheldon Company is a company that has just emerged in recent years. It started by making leather saddles and is now the second largest leather goods manufacturer in Southern Africa.
The largest one is Eteno, there is no dispute about this, and the gap between the first and second in this industry is a bit big. Eteno's scale is about ten times that of Sheldon.
"Wait a minute Mr. Humphrey, this is why I came to you, why don't you sit down and let's have a chat." The young man was not in a hurry. The two strong men behind him were looking at each other with eager eyes, and their waists were bulging.
Clearly armed.
"Okay, what do you want to talk about?" Stuart Humphrey sat back in his chair, his briefcase at hand.
The young man smiled and took the initiative to introduce himself: "I am Evan Wright from the Whale Bay Taxation Bureau. We noticed that your Humphrey Trading Company had illegal activities. It seems that you did not follow the promise to the Johannesburg Motorcycle Company.
, do you have any explanation for sending the motorcycle you purchased from Johannesburg Motorcycle Company to the United States?"
Evan Wright was so free that he sat on a chair and crossed his legs. This posture made Stuart Humphrey frown a little, but soon, Stuart Humphrey ignored this.
"Demi, pour some coffee for the gentlemen -" Stuart Humphrey first called his secretary to create some time, and then organized his words and began to cry out: "Mr. Wright, I swear I didn't, I have always followed the instructions
The Johannesburg Motorcycle Company has done what it promised, and the motorcycles distributed by our company have always been sold in the US market. This is an unfounded allegation——"
Evan Wright bowed to thank Demi when he brought coffee, and turned to face Stuart Humphrey with a serious expression: "Then how do you explain that the motorcycle you bought from Johannesburg will appear in the French market, Johannesburg
Every motorcycle sold has a number on it, so don't try to shirk your responsibility."
"I don't know what's going on. I think I need to ask my partners in the United States. Maybe there is any misunderstanding. Please give me some time and I will definitely give you an answer that satisfies you." Si
Stuart Humphrey looked upright. If he made a mistake, it was the partner's fault and had nothing to do with Stuart Humphrey.
"Come on, Mr. Humphrey, since we are here to find you, it means we know what you have done. Why don't we go back to the tax bureau and sit down and chat slowly. Maybe we can help you remember something." Evan.
Wright tapped the table with his fingers, and the two big men behind him immediately walked around the table and walked towards Humphrey.
"No, don't move, you have no right to do this." Stuart Humphrey's expression changed drastically, and he took out a pistol from his briefcase and pointed it at Evan Wright.
"Calm down, calm down -" The young man was startled and jumped up from his chair.
The two big men were also in a dilemma, their eyes fixed on the pistol in Stuart Humphrey's hand.
"Ah -" the secretary screamed, and the coffee in his hand dropped to the ground. The coffee cup shattered on the floor, and coffee splashed on Stuart Humphrey's trousers.
"Yes, I'm sorry-" The secretary immediately squatted down to clean up.
"You also stand over -" Stuart Humphrey waved his pistol wildly, seemingly not thinking about the consequences of doing so.
"Mr. Stuart Humphrey, we are just investigating whether you have committed tax evasion. There is no need to do this. You know the consequences." The young man tried to ease Stuart Humphrey's mood.
"Stop talking nonsense, how did you find me?" Stuart Humphrey didn't think that the young man was a staff member of the tax bureau at all. Even the young man's name, Stuart Humphrey thought.
Fake.
"Oh, okay, the operation failed, how did you find us?" The young man was surprised.
"What's your name?" Stuart Humphrey was still in the mood to chat. He must not know that bad guys die from talking too much.
"My name is Evan Wright." Evan Wright said seriously.
"Well, your shoes, the gentlemen of the tax office don't like combat boots." Stuart Humphrey pointed out the mistakes of several young people.
The young man nodded seriously in agreement, then sat down on the chair again: "Put down the gun, we can still talk, we are not going to arrest you."
Stuart Humphrey curled his lips. He knew that there was a tense situation between the London Military Intelligence Agency and Bullard. How could he still be happy if he fell into Bullard's hands?
"And even if you can walk out of the office, how far can you go?" Evan Wright asked earnestly, while the two big men held their arms and watched the fun without worrying at all.
Before Stuart Humphrey could speak, Demi slowly stood up and suddenly pushed up Stuart Humphrey's hand holding the gun.
Evan Wright and two big men immediately swarmed up.
ps: Yesterday was really not lazy. I don’t need an excuse to be lazy. I went to my friend’s workplace to borrow a computer and found that there were more people in their office than usual on Sunday. In their words, people were blowing in the office.
It’s great to use the air conditioner to play with the computer, saving electricity at home——
