Inside the envelope is a notice prohibiting delivery!
After a brief panic, Ming Jing calmed down a little, took a deep breath, and picked up the phone next to him.
"Hello? Manager Min?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the voice of Min Liwei, manager of Datong Freight Company, came from the other side of the phone, "This is Chairman Ming, hello! Is there something wrong?"
"Manager Min, why aren't you allowed to pick up the two boxes of goods on our shipping manifest?"
"Oh, that's right, Chairman Ming, the two boxes of goods you have are filled with medical supplies. The sale of medical cotton yarn alone is prohibited."
"But Manager Min, you know, those goods are all ordered from the United States and go through their channels. Even if they are contraband in the eyes of the Japanese, they can't control the goods shipped to the concession, right?"
"That's true, but although the Japanese can't control the goods shipped to the concession, they still have customs in their hands, right? To be honest, your two boxes of goods did not arrive at the concession at all, but were pressed at Wusongkou
It's here! People have said that if you don't see the approval slip, you will never be released."
Hearing this, Ming Jing became even more confused, "Approval slip? Didn't I already give you the approval slip? What more approval slip do you need?"
Min Liwei on the other side of the phone smiled after hearing this, "Chairman Ming, the approval note you gave me was from the General Administration of Customs. It doesn't work now. It needs to be stamped with the official seal of the Special Task Force Committee before it can be released!"
This puts Ming Jing in a difficult situation. You must know that those two boxes of medicine are related to the lives of the soldiers who are fighting bloody battles on the front line!
No mistakes can be made no matter what!
"Manager Min, can you be accommodating? We are also regular customers..."
"This is really not okay. I am also controlled by others and I dare not exceed my authority!" Min Liwei apologized.
Mingjing continued to argue: "Manager Min, do you think this is okay? I will add 10% more shipping cost to you..."
"Don't dare. Making money is not a big deal these days. If you are discovered, you will go to jail or be shot!" Min Liwei insisted, but then he suddenly changed the subject, "But... I'm saying it again, you
Chairman Ming wants to stamp the official seal of the special committee, isn’t it easy?”
"What do you mean?"
"Hey, didn't you read the newspaper? My brother has been promoted!"
Ming Jing stopped talking, and then simply hung up the phone, and then picked up the newspaper thrown on the coffee table.
As soon as I turned to the current affairs section, I immediately saw the photo above of Minglou Gao when he was harassing important officials of the puppet government.
Immediately afterwards, with a "crash", Ming Jing angrily crumpled the poor newspaper into a ball and threw it to the ground. Then he directly picked up the tea cup on the coffee table and smashed it to pieces.
"Miss, are you...are you okay?" Axiang rushed over as soon as she heard the noise and asked with concern.
"I'm fine." Ming Jing suppressed the anger in his heart and asked, "Axiang, how long has it been since we received a letter from the eldest young master?"
"Almost...a month and a half."
"A month and a half? Okay, very good!" Ming Jing narrowed his eyes fiercely and ordered, "Go and call Aqiang back!"
…
At the same time, in the manager's office of Chase Freight Company.
"Mr. Aqiang, look at my performance just now...is it okay?" Min Liwei rubbed his hands and said to Li Qiang, who was sitting on his office chair, as if to please.
"It's just so-so!" Li Qiang commented unceremoniously, "I still need a little more control over the rhythm, and there is still room for improvement."
"Don't worry, Mr. Aqiang, I will definitely practice hard and work hard to improve my acting skills."
"Okay, then work hard! I'm leaving first!"
"You walk slowly!"
After leaving the gate of Datong Freight Company, Li Qiang looked at his watch and said in his heart: It should have started already! Wang Manchun, don't you want to see what I can do? Then don't blame me, I'll be ruthless.
Yes!
Thinking of this, Li Qiang hailed a rickshaw.
"Where are you going, boss?"
“Chinachem Hotel!”
…
Time goes back to one day ago.
Wang Manchun came to Liang Zhongchun's office as scheduled.
At a glance, he noticed that someone had drawn a big question mark with a red pen on the newspaper with the photo of Minglou taking office on the desk. He couldn't help but frown and asked: "Director Liang, what are you talking about?"
mean?"
"More than a month ago, Harada Kumaji, an economist and legal scholar who was about to be dispatched by the Japanese Military Ministry to assume an important position in the Shanghai Economic Department, was assassinated in Hong Kong."
As Liang Zhongchun spoke, he took out another Hong Kong newspaper from the drawer, pushed it forward, and continued: "And on the day he was assassinated, Minglou was in Hong Kong!"
"Oh, you mean, my senior brother killed him so that he could replace him?" Wang Manchun asked with a chuckle.
"Otherwise?" Liang Zhongchun asked, "If Harada Kumaji dies, who will benefit the most? Harada is the head of the Economic Department of the new government appointed by the Japanese military ministry. If he is alive, will Minglou still be so highly regarded by all parties?
"
"With all due respect, Director Liang, I really disagree with your idea. If one Xiong Er dies, can't the Japanese send another Xiong Da? What's more, with my senior brother's ability, even if
That Harada Kumaji is alive and does not pose any threat to him, so he does not need to kill people to get to the top."
Liang Zhongchun shrugged, "Perhaps you are right, but how should we explain that Ah Cheng? He is very skilled and comes and goes without a trace. Your senior brother is not a scholar in bringing such a person around!"
"Director Liang, I think I told you before, this is Shanghai, and making enemies is normal. With a status like my senior brother, shouldn't there be someone around to protect you at all times?"
"You!" Liang Zhongchun suppressed his anger, "Director Wang, I know he is your old lover, but I also hope that you can be more sober and not let the old relationship affect your judgment."
Wang Manchun sneered, "I'm very clear-headed. I just think that Director Liang's reason for doubting my senior brother is very far-fetched, that's all. And I want to explain to you that I have always made a distinction between public and private matters.
I never talk about personal feelings! If you have anything to say, just say it."
"Okay!" Liang Zhongchun directly showed his cards to Wang Manchun, "I want you to set up a trap for him and give it a try."
"You want to use me?"
"This is not the first time you have been exploited. My intuition tells me that your senior brother is not an information dealer, he is more like a middleman. What I am interested in is, where will his information be distributed? Special high school? Chongqing? Or
Yan'an?"
"What do you think, Director Liang?"
"Chongqing." Liang Zhongchun almost blurted out.
"Don't forget, my senior brother, Zhou Fohai, and Chairman Wang all defected from Chongqing."
"Because of this, his cover identity is very effective. You can find someone to pretend to be an intelligence dealer..." Liang Zhongchun whispered to Wang Manchun in a low voice.
"Do you really think such a temptation is effective?"
"Whether it's effective or not, it's still better than baseless guessing, what do you think?"
Wang Manchun was silent for a moment, and finally nodded and agreed: "Tomorrow my uncle will hold a 'rescue salon' at the Chinachem Hotel, and my senior brother is also invited."
Liang Zhongchun nodded after hearing this.
"Who to send?" Wang Manchun asked again.
"You can ask whoever you want to disappear. For example... that Aqiang?"
