After thinking about this clearly, Lin Mo no longer hesitated and directly put the two boxes of money on the table at his feet and said: "Brother, I will take over this matter. You go back and tell Boss Dai that in the future, as long as
If necessary, just send the money directly to Lin's Commercial Bank."
After hearing this, Lin Wenhua breathed a sigh of relief. After what he just said, he roughly thought of what Boss Dai meant, and felt a little uneasy, not knowing what Lin Mo would choose.
After Lin Wenhua explained it again, he asked: "Lin Mo, what do you plan to do with these funds? Do you have any ideas?"
Lin Mo listened, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "Brother, if something happens in Shanghai now, the Japanese will definitely be watching, and even other people are watching. It is no longer suitable to handle this money in Shanghai."
"Nanjing can't do it either. Nanjing's economy is a little small. It's hard not to attract attention with such a large amount of capital flowing. Besides, there are so many high-ranking officials. Money can't be made in Nanjing."
Having said this, Lin Mo thought about it carefully and said, "Brother, do you think this is okay? The money can be transferred directly to Hong Kong Island."
"It is far away from the government and the Japanese in Shanghai. It is still the territory of the British. The economy is large enough and there are many large foreign banks stationed there. It is more suitable to handle the money there."
Lin Wenhua listened, nodded, and said, "As long as you have ideas, I'll leave this matter to you."
After saying that, Lin Wenhua chatted with Lin Mo for some other things, then stood up and left.
Seeing Lin Wenhua leave, Uncle Lou said to Lin Mo with some worry: "Lin Mo, isn't this matter too hasty? After all, this is a matter for the Lin family. We have to discuss it with other people, right?"
Lin Mo felt a little headache after hearing this. He couldn't tell them what he knew, but if he didn't agree directly just now, it might affect future cooperation.
Lin Mosi thought about it and finally came up with some reasons, so he smiled and said to Uncle Lou: "Uncle Lou, this is a good opportunity for us. I felt that I couldn't miss it, so I agreed directly."
After saying that, Lin Mo put away his smile and explained to Uncle Lou seriously: "Uncle Lou, the Military Intelligence Department is directly responsible to the principal, and basically only listens to the orders of our principal."
"Part of the reason for its establishment is, I think, to check and balance the Secret Service Headquarters. This means that for a long time in the future, as long as the principal does not collapse, the Military Intelligence Division can continue to develop."
"The Lin family's siding with the Military Intelligence Department is equivalent to siding with the principal. This is very important to the Lin family, for the reason I have already stated in the previous family meeting."
"What's more, many members of my generation in the Lin family have entered Huangpu. My brother has also joined the Military Intelligence Department. I am also planning to join the Military Intelligence Department. I have made a choice for the Lin family in disguise. This is an unchangeable fact."
"Besides, Uncle Lou, the current Military Intelligence Department is dealing with the Japanese. This choice is much better than the Secret Service Headquarters. I believe this choice is not wrong."
After listening to this, Uncle Lou thought for a long time and finally nodded and said: "In that case, so be it! You have made your choice anyway, and you can't change it anymore."
"But Lin Mo, I will tell your father, uncle and others about this matter. Of course, I will also make your reasons clear to them."
Lin Mo listened and said with a smile: "It should be so. This matter should have been discussed with them. It's just that the matter came too suddenly and it was difficult to discuss it with them, so I decided directly."
After Lin Mo finished speaking, he talked with Uncle Lou for a while, then said goodbye to Uncle Lou and approached Yang Haicheng again.
But this time, the two did not choose to talk in the trading company. Instead, after informing the people of the trading company about their whereabouts, they went into Herbert's fur shop.
Herbert, who was so busy that he overheard the conversation between the two, almost became so angry that he vomited blood.
Of course, Herbert would not tell the outside world what happened between the two of them. Not to mention anything else, he just said that Lin Mo was his job now, and he was reluctant to destroy this job.
For Lin Mo, after these few years of interactions, he had already figured out Herbert's temperament, otherwise he would not have brought Yang Haicheng to talk to him.
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Early the next morning, Lin Mo and Yang Haicheng avoided their classmates, quietly sneaked to the backyard, and drove away from the business. As for what they were going to do, is there any need to say?
Upstairs, looking at Lin Mo and the two sneaking away quietly, Uncle Lou smiled and nodded, with a look of relief on his face.
Not long after, Uncle Lou dressed neatly, let his men drive the car, and drove out of the business, as if he was going to meet someone important.
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In Shanghai, today is even more lively than usual, and everyone seems to be in high spirits, as if there is something very worthy of joy.
Of course, this place does not include Hongkou District. At this time, countless Japanese expatriates inside have fled. The people cleaning up the dilapidated buildings all looked sad.
In front of the ruins of the previous tavern, the owner was kneeling on the ground, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes, he had cried all his tears, and his body was still tied with a bandage, and there was a trace of blood seeping out.
Yesterday, the shop owner was knocked unconscious. When he woke up, he was already in the hospital. He was sent back to the concession police station for fear of killing him and causing trouble.
He was lucky. When he was beaten, those people had not found weapons yet and only suffered some minor injuries. However, when some people were sent back, they basically had more air coming out and less air coming in.
After the shop owner woke up from the hospital, he heard others talking about the fire. He ran out of the hospital in the middle of the night and had been kneeling here for half the night.
The shop owner suddenly stood up and started running like crazy. He rushed directly to the office of Japanese officials in Hongkou District and shouted at the door, but no one could hear what he was shouting.
There were a few people like him at the scene, but more of them were sitting outside the gate, but their bodies were more or less wrapped in gauze, and it was obvious that their experiences were not much different.
In the office building, a middle-aged man looked at the people outside the door through the window, his face was ashen, especially when he looked in the direction of yesterday's fire, his face became even more ugly.
"Crack... crackle... crack..." A burst of firecrackers suddenly sounded in the French Concession, and then bursts of firecrackers sounded all over Shanghai.
Every time a firecracker goes off, pedestrians will gather around, holding newspapers in their hands, to celebrate with the person setting off the firecrackers.
It turned out that what happened in Hongkou District yesterday had spread throughout Shanghai with the newspapers. People felt very happy when they saw the tragic situation in Hongkou District in the newspapers.
And some of these newspapers were sarcastic and sarcastic about what happened in Hongkou District.
Some newspapers continued yesterday's style, and published all kinds of conspiracy theories about the Hongkou District, which were even better than yesterday's articles.
Some newspapers are even more bold, pointing their fingers at the Japanese in Hongkou District, saying they are of low quality and so on, and scold them no matter how ugly they sound.
The spread of these newspapers completely pushed the atmosphere in Shanghai to a climax, and firecrackers went off for most of the day.
And changes have quietly occurred in places that people haven't noticed. Just like many banks, long queues have formed in front of them. These people come to exchange the banknotes in their hands for gold and silver.
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This behavior initially caused the banknote exchange price to drop a bit, but this time the banks responded very quickly and hurriedly worked together to stabilize the exchange price.
You must know that this time it is not at night, and only a small number of people are exchanging money, but in broad daylight. Once a run is triggered again, it will affect everyone in Shanghai. By then, there may be banks that will collapse directly.
And as things like this happened in Shanghai were reported everywhere, the same scene happened in many banks, and many people exchanged their banknotes for gold and silver.
As a result, many foreign banks reported these situations to their overseas headquarters, causing some changes in things.
As the news spread internationally, many silver-producing countries turned their attention to the ancient country of China, put silver bricks on ships, and made small plans for China.
As for Japan, what happened in Shanghai was also reported in the newspapers. For a time, there was a lot of discussion and even anger among the people.
Because many Japanese newspapers pointed the finger at China and "misled" the public.
Of course, there are also many Japanese newspapers, who have no idea what their intentions are, and explicitly or covertly point their heads at THT, which has aroused the imagination of some Japanese people.
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In Nanjing, outside Zhong Heqing's compound, Liu Daxiang and Yi Wenbin came to their surveillance point and quietly observed the compound with binoculars.
Yi Wenbin looked at the two guards at the entrance of the compound and frowned because he found that the guards' waists were somewhat bulging.
When both of them put down their binoculars, Yi Wenbin said: "Old Liu, it seems that these people are really not simple things! They actually got guns directly in Nanjing City."
Hearing Yi Wenbin's words, Liu Daxiang was startled, and quickly picked up a telescope to observe. Under Yi Wenbin's guidance, he finally saw the bulge in the guard's waist.
Putting down the telescope, Liu Daxiang calmed down and asked: "Wen Bin, can you tell what kind of gun it is?"
After hearing this, Yi Wenbin thought for a moment and said, "It should be a shell gun! If it were any other gun, it would usually not be visible if it was placed in that position."
After listening to this, Liu Daxiang finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. Since it's a shelling machine, there's a good chance that it's someone from the Jianghu."
"Besides, there are no people armed with guns or guards before this. It looks like someone big is coming."
"As long as we can find out who they are, we can also know their roots."
After saying that, Liu Daxiang turned to look at Yi Wenbin and said, "Let's go, let's tell our second brother about this matter and let him prepare."