Mansion road.

The owner of the "Earl" bar is a Belarusian who lived in Shanghai for almost twenty years.

Fein likes to drink, especially spirits. The cocktails made in this restaurant use the most authentic vodka. Why is the name "Earl"? Maybe the owner of the bar is a Russian nobleman.

No matter how glorious my ancestors are, when I go to a foreign land, I can only remember them with this.

After Fein was released from prison, he sold newspapers, drove a tram, and worked as an engineer for a while. He couldn't do these professions for a long time, and soon he became unemployed because he couldn't stand various rules.

After losing his job, he leaned on some of his friends in the past to open an electrical repair shop.

This guy's skills are still good, but he is too lazy. The store closes every few days and often closes the door and goes out to drink and find women after making a fortune.

People like him are not willing to do his business even if they are the lowest-level "salt water girl" in the French Concession.

The owner of the "Earl" bar has a good relationship with Fein. He often comes to drink on credit, and the owner of the bar, Andre, never asked him to post a payment.

"Andre?"

"Fenn, you haven't gone out for a few days?" Andre is a big bellebearer, not small and likes to mix bartenders for guests in the bar.

"Three days, you will introduce this job, and the workload is a bit too high." Fein smiled. His electrical repair shop was actually just a storefront. If he had lived on this life, he would have starved to death. His real ability was to repair guns and modify guns.

"You don't know if you take a shower now, it's all stinky." Andrey smiled. Fein never takes on work by himself, he comes all through Andrey.

There are many people who have done gun repairs and gun modifications in Shanghai's underground black market, and Fein is also well-known. Of course, there are not many people who know it.

Otherwise, if he said he had a batch of arms in his hand, someone would have to believe it.

"He is here again, and he is here to find you again." In the dark corner, he sat alone there quietly, obviously noticed Fein's arrival, raised his glass and nodded, as if he had greeted him.

“A cup of vodka, add ice.”

"Okay." Andre took a bottle of wine from under the counter, poured him a glass, then added a piece of ice and handed it to him.

"Tan, are you waiting for me?" Fein walked over with a glass of wine.

"Mr. Fein, I am very sincere." Tan Si nodded. He knew Fein's living habits very well. As long as he waited here, he would always wait for him.

"Okay, I'll listen." Fein sat down and crossed his legs.

"Mr. Fein, we really hope to do this business with you, but your asking price is too high, three hundred gold bars, which is completely beyond their value. Moreover, we cannot inspect the goods, and doing business in this way is not in line with the rules." Tan Si said.

"Tan, as long as you offer a starting price, there is no problem with the inspection, but if you can't afford it, I'll forgive you for not being able to accompany you." Fein stood up and sneered, "I don't have to worry about not being able to sell my goods."

"Don't Mr. Fein want to listen to what I'm going to say before leaving?" Tan Si asked in a deep voice.

"In my opinion, there is no need to listen to your words anymore. Without three hundred and gold bars or two hundred thousand dollars, we have nothing to talk about."

"Mr. Fein, what do you mean?" Tan Si's face changed slightly.

"I'm sorry, Tan, although we have a good relationship in the past, if you can't afford the money, I don't plan to do this business with you. Sorry." Fein owed slightly.

"Is anyone promised you, Mr. Fein?"

"Tan, I will pay for your table, please!" Fein picked up the wine glass and left without looking back.

...

"Fenn, you shouldn't have rejected him now." Andrey chatted with Fenn while busy.

"You don't know my purpose. If he can afford the price, I would rather make this deal with him, but he doesn't have that much money." Fein said regretfully.

"Then there are only two buyers left, who do you choose?" Andrei asked.

"In my opinion, there is no difference between Chinese and Japanese. Japanese can help me achieve the purpose I want, but Chinese cannot, so I choose Japanese." Fein said after taking a sip of ice vodka.

"But the Japanese have never been trustworthy." As a former Russian aristocrat, Andre had no favoritism towards the Japanese.

This short and despicable species should be erased from this world, although he has no good feelings for the Chinese.

"What I want is something the Chinese cannot give, so I have no choice." Fein said.

"Okay, but you need to be careful about this business." Andre reminded him out of a friend's concern.

"Don't worry, Andre, I'm sure." Fein drank a whole glass of vodka and left the "Earl" bar.

...

Every noon, Lu Xiyan would go to Feifan Restaurant and learn the conversation skills with Tang Jin, which really opened his eyes.

It turns out that if you talk to others with a purpose, you will use such skills to catch up, arouse the other person's interest, and guide the other person's topics to what you need.

Of course, there is also the use of military tactics.

This is an amazing science.

Of course, Tang Jin was frank and honest that he had only received training in this area, but everyone's understanding ability was limited, and the extent of his ultimate goal depends on his personal understanding.

Hu Yunzhi learned that Lu Xiyan was receiving training in this area, and he was also very interested. Not only did he let Lu Xiyan learn seriously, but he also asked him to turn what he learned into lecture notes to teach him.

These are all very practical things and can be used in future work.

Of course, taking this opportunity, Hu Yunzhi will also study and discuss related theories of Lu Xiyan, and spend a period of time every day after get off work at noon and evening.

Meng Fanxing didn't doubt him. Lu Xiyan told him about the fact that Tang Jin wanted to train him. He had more time to be free and he would not need too much explanation when he returned home late.

Tan Si made an appointment with him.

Lu Xiyan had no choice but to go out in the morning and find a place to have breakfast.

"Boss, come a bowl of wontons."

"Okay, wait a moment, it's fine."

The steaming wontons, drizzled with a little sesame oil, and sprinkled with a little coriander, tasted amazing and was not bad at all than what was made at home.

I have been crafted for decades, but if it is not delicious, I can't attract customers.

"Sir, our business with Fein is ruined." Tan Si came half a minute earlier than him and had eaten wontons. While eating, he lowered his voice.

"It's yellow, what's going on?" Lu Xiyan frowned slightly. This batch of arms was very important to the "Iron-blooded anti-traitor group".

"I guess someone intercepted me."

"Who is the other party?" Lu Xiyan took a pair of chopsticks in his hand.

"I don't know, but the only ones who can compete with us are the Japanese and Boss Du. They are both wealthy people." Tan Sidao.

"Take out three hundred gold bars in one go. This is not a small number. Even if these two families have money, can they easily get it together? Unless it is US dollars." Lu Xiyan said, "It is impossible for such a large cash flow to be without any clues. Can you check it?"

"If Chu Ze is here, you may be able to find out, but..."

"Does Chu Ze's men not have this ability?"

"I'm afraid it's difficult. They can't get in touch with Chu Ze's contact level yet." Tan Si said, "Sir, we have invested so much in the early stage, so we can't just let it go, right?"

"We don't have a stable profit and no loss in business, let alone such uncertain transactions." Lu Xiyan said, "We have money in our hands and are worried about not being able to buy arms. It's just that we spend more time and energy."

"Then let it go?"

"Forget it, I haven't figured out who intercepted our Hu, how could I just forget it? If it were Boss Du, for the sake of both anti-Japanese war, this business could be given to him, but if it was a Japanese who intercepted Hu, even if the business could not be completed, it would ruin him." Lu Xiyan sneered, and he felt that he was getting darker and darker. Only on the operating table could he feel that he was an upright and sunny angel in white.

"I understand, then will I continue to contact Fein?"

"The business that is too busy is difficult to do, so don't worry. As long as Fein's family has not arrived in Shanghai and he has not completed his visa to the United States, it is not as fast as the transaction." Lu Xiyan said, "Let's leave him for a while."

"Okay." Tan Si was sure in his heart. As soon as he heard Fein say he would not trade with them, he was still a little panicked, but now after listening to Lu Xiyan's instructions, he had already settled down.

"Sir, your wontons!"

Tan Si had finished eating, threw down two copper plates, turned around and rode a bicycle away.

...

Qualification and prestige are Lin Shiqun's shortcomings. Although he is a veteran in the Central Committee, he has been unsatisfied and has been in prison, so he is naturally underestimated.

Asano Ichiro's words deeply sting his nerves.

But he had no choice. This is the reality. What the Japanese want now is a person with identity and influence. What is he?

If you want to make a fortune with the Japanese, you have to be successful and hold your big legs, not just hold your big legs.

Who is in a similar situation to him at this moment and can let him hug him?

Ichiro Asano revealed his words to him, asking him to recommend a candidate. This made him difficult. He has qualifications and prestige, can he satisfy the Japanese and not restrain himself?

After thinking about it, there is no suitable candidate.

Just so happened that Wang Yun, a member of the Shanghai Underground Party of the Kuomintang who had secretly colluded with him, came to visit him. Since he was his own person, Lin Shiqun immediately told him about his troubles.

After hearing this, Wang Yun laughed: "Brother Shiqun is riding a donkey and looking for a horse. Isn't there anyone right now?"

Lin Shiqun knew who Wang Yun was talking about, Ding Mo Village, the director of the Third Department of the Investigation and Statistics Bureau. Since the establishment of the Military Commission (Second Division), he, who was on par with Dai Yunong, has plummeted and has only given the title of Major General Senate of the Military Commission to retire.

Such a big gap can make Ding Mo Village, who is politically ambitious, feel content. He was originally recuperating in Kunming and now has gone to Hong Kong to treat his illness.

However, Lin Shiqun and Ding Mo Village were originally comrades in the same trench. Later, due to an assassination, Lin Shiqun almost lost his life in prison, but Ding Mo Village, who was accomplice, had nothing to do with him, but he was promoted step by step. Since then, he and Ding Mo Village have never had any contact, and there is even some resentment between the two.

If Ding Mocun had said something to him back then, he would not have asked his wife to ask Xu Tailai for help. He finally saved his life.

He has hatred here.

"Brother Shiqun, doing big things is not about the details, and it has no meaning to you when you grasp the past." Wang Yun persuaded, "Besides, he is here, and he has his reputation, but the benefits are still in our hands."

Lin Shiqun was moved. He understood what Wang Yun meant. For such a thing, he had to pull a big waist and a round waist in front. He could bear any damage to open and hidden guns and arrows. It would be much safer to hide behind him.
Chapter completed!