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With the strong support and "help" of the gendarmerie, Chen Mingxiang quickly selected the location of the purchase station in Luzhou, a large courtyard with convenient transportation.

It was originally the residence of the senior officials of Luzhou of the Shancheng government. The area is very spacious, the environment is good, and the decoration is very high-grade. It was previously occupied by the gendarmerie, but it didn’t come in handy. Yesterday the gendarmerie sent someone to connect the phone line and Powered up.

"The truck purchased from the German Foreign Bank will take about seven or eight days to arrive. I borrowed a truck seized by the gendarmerie and will go to Bozhou tomorrow morning, and then to Jieshou, to see the situation in Anhui Province."

"You used to do this job, and you have a lot of experience in acquisitions. Each person goes to the financial to withdraw expenses, and rush to their respective places to lease a compound to set up an acquisition point, and operate according to my requirements."

"You can't do these cumbersome tasks. Hire a few local helpers. According to the market, three yuan a month is a lot. If you do it well, five yuan."

"The focus of our purchases is tea, cane sugar, cotton, bristles and tobacco. As for food, this is not anxious. You open the collection, first store your own purchase point, and transport it once every once in a while." Chen Mingxiang opened a small shop that night. meeting.

If you compare it in terms of profit, the money earned from grain is definitely not as good as other goods, and it also occupies a lot of space, and transportation is also troublesome. One truck can not make a lot of money.

An original German truck, which has a load of three tons, is equal to six thousand jins or sixty quintals, and the current price of a load of rice in the Shanghai stock market is 80 yuan.

First pull it to Anqing by truck, then ship it to the Shanghai stock market, and then pull it to the rice store by truck. Excluding the cost of purchase, vehicles, fuel, and personnel, a quintal of rice makes less than 20 yuan, and a truck can also be used. It was more than one thousand yuan, and to Chen Mingxiang right now, he couldn't see it at all.

Purchasing stations are now eager to make money back, and give priority to transporting high-profit items, such as bristles. Don't look at this kind of inconspicuous, but it is the main profitable export item.

Each quintal is the purchase price of 200 catties of bristle, but 2,000 French currency, equivalent to 10 yuan per catty, but the purchase price of Anglo American and German Foreign Banks at this time has reached 100 US dollars per quintal, which is almost on the black market. To be combined to ten thousand legal tender.

Five times the profit, how much money can a car of bristles make!

The younger brother of Ding Mocun, member of the Standing Committee of the dignified puppet government and Minister of Social Affairs, was actually beaten to death with a wine bottle in the dance hall. The streets and alleys of Jinling were all talking about this news.

Ding Mocun sat in the study with a blue face, smoking and drinking silently, his expression at the moment looked very hideous, and suddenly, he raised his wine glass and fell to the ground!

Half an hour ago, he had just returned from Li Shiqun's residence, and Zhou Aohai, the number three figure in the Wang Puppet government, also went to discuss how to deal with Su Chengde.

Ding Mocun offered to no longer insist on killing Su Chengde. Li Shiqun also agreed to temporarily refrigerate Su Chengde for a period of time, and Ma Xiaotian would take over. Zhou Aohai expressed satisfaction with this result.

It's not that he is unwilling to avenge his younger brother, but Matsoka, from the Japanese military police headquarters in Jinling, specifically talked to him about this matter.

The Japanese side believes that during the period when Su Chengde was the head of the Jinling district of the secret service headquarters, he had achieved remarkable results in the attack on the military and the central reunification, and extended the intelligence organization of the Jinling district to the Anhui province. For such cadres, you can Give a certain amount of punishment, but never kill.

The Japanese meant that Ding Mocun was unable to fight. He is now in a very embarrassing situation. Although he has eased relations with Zhou Naohai, he is still an idler with duties and powers in the Wang puppet government, and he does not have any bargaining chips to negotiate with the Japanese. No exception.

"Director, here is the good news. Tonight, Wu Sibao's black workshop in western Huxi was actually burned. Wu Sibao is jumping and yelling. Now Li Shiqun should have a headache." A Shanghai confidant called Said.

"It's burned well, why didn't you burn the bastard Wu Sibao to death, continue to stare, and report to me immediately if there is news! Chen Mingxiang, what has he been up to these days?" Ding Mocun said, feeling much better.

He is a big traitor who has served as the director of the secret service headquarters, and there is no shortage of the ability to draw people's hearts. No matter how much Li Shiqun toss, it is impossible to uproot his network.

Two confidants were in low positions at the time, and they were not exposed. They are currently hiding in the secret service headquarters. They have no big effect. There is no problem in reporting the situation.

"Director Chen has gone to Luzhou, Anhui province. I heard that he is going to open a purchase station for Huatong Trading Company and take the Japanese Army plane."

"Director, this time Wu Sibao will definitely target Lin Zhijiang and dare to fight him on the Shanghai stock market. It is the group of people from the Action Team." said his confidant.

The faces of Wu Sibao and She Aizhen were ugly, and a house with black smoke in front of them was his morphine factory and his biggest source of wealth.

Pan Da and the others were standing by, their faces were burning with pain, as if they were slapped severely. This time, it was not just Wu Sibao's face that burned, but they also made a fool of themselves.

"Lin Zhijiang, you bastard, you really dare to do something, I will kill you sooner or later! Strange, where did the policemen in Huxi die?" Wu Sibao said bitterly.

Burning a workshop is nothing to him. Find a place and build another one in a month. The key is that he can't swallow it.

Wu Sibao's theory is that if I ask you to troubleshoot your goods, this should be the case. You can't ask me to burn my workshop!

"They are barefoot and are not afraid of wearing shoes. Our family has a big business. They don't even have any business. It's really not worth it to use a knife and a gun for this. It's a good calculation!" She Aizhen said.

No one wants to work hard if they can live comfortably. The gang of Action Corps are traitors. At the Shanghai stock market, they have a little money. Don't even think about it. But even this kind of comparison makes Wu Sibao feel a headache.

"Auntie, I called Director Li, he was very angry when he heard this, and he will come back tomorrow afternoon, so you don't want to be impulsive." Shen Gengmei hurriedly said.

When Li Shiqun went to Jinling to handle Su Chengde's affairs, the confidential secretary had to be on duty in the office. In case of an emergency, he could get in touch with him at any time.

Paralyzed, if you continue to do it like you, I, the director, would have to have a heart attack. I pressed the gourd and raised the scoop. Su Chengde's affairs had just come to an end, and the action team and the guard team went to war again.

"Manager Chen, I’m Lao Liu from Boxian Fulong Trading Company. I’m not far from here. I do some cotton, bristles, and tea business. Hearing from the hotel shopkeeper, I came to the big merchants in Shanghai. I took the liberty to visit. I hope Don't be offended." A middle-aged man in his forties knocked on his door and said.

"Shopkeeper Liu is polite, please come in and talk!" Chen Mingxiang said with a smile.