"No." Chun San said confidently, his eyes were very poisonous, and as long as the customer came once, he would definitely remember it.

Hu Xiaomin waved his hand and Chun San left tactfully. Hu Xiaomin fell into deep thought. Who was the one who came to ask about him? He only made two transactions in total. If it was doing business, just look for Ling Shengming.

Interested in yourself? Or are you interested in Lichanglong Hardware Shop? Or are you interested in Wu Chengzong?

Hu Xiaomin felt that the man downstairs was not that simple.

Sure enough, before a cup of tea was finished, someone came to knock on the door of his private room. Hu Xiaomin responded, and after the door opened, the man downstairs just walked in.

"You are..." Hu Xiaomin said in confusion.

At this time, Hu Xiaomin looked at the man carefully. He was in a decent suit, in his thirties, in his forties, with an ordinary appearance, but his eyes were bright and clear, as if he could see through people.

"I Jiao Yicheng, I heard that Mr. Hu has a wide range of friends and can find any goods to buy. I am eager to take off the goods if I have a wholesale product. I don't know if Mr. Hu can help."

"What's the product?" Hu Xiaomin said calmly.

Jiao Yicheng gave him the feeling that he didn't look like a businessman. A hoarder looked for a broker, and sometimes he would marry more than one daughter, but at Jiufeng Teahouse, he looked for Ling Shengming and shouldn't come to him again.

"Tung oil." Jiao Yicheng said softly.

He was indeed not a businessman, but an agent of the Central Commission for Discipline. He came to contact Hu Xiaomin according to instructions from his superiors and tested whether Hu Xiaomin's attitude towards Japan could be used by the Central Commission for Discipline.

"This is a good thing, Boss Jiao is very good at it." Hu Xiaomin picked up the cigarette on the table, took out one, held it in his mouth, lit a match, and glanced at Jiao Yicheng sideways.

Tung oil is a specialty of the Kuomintang-controlled area. Jiao Yicheng said that tung oil actually showed his identity in disguise: he came from the Kuomintang-controlled area.

"Yes, so I want to sell it for a good price. I just found Mr. Ling, but I was not very satisfied with the price he gave." Jiao Yicheng knew that he had aroused Hu Xiaomin's suspicion and quickly explained.

"The price is set by the market, we only earn commissions. Since Mr. Ling quoted the price, it should be the highest price you can sell. I wonder where Mr. Jiao's tung oil came from?" Hu Xiaomin was secretly amused. Jiao Yicheng said such words, which further showed that he had a problem.

At least, he is not a businessman.

Hu Xiaomin's first impression was that Jiao Yicheng was a shrewd businessman, but now the other party was talking nonsense, which made him feel extremely suspicious of Jiao Yicheng's identity.

If you can get tung oil from the Kuomintang-controlled area, but you are not a businessman, who will it be?

If Jiao Yicheng was not sent by the Japanese and puppet secret agencies to test it, then his identity would be revealed.

No matter what the other party is, Hu Xiaomin would not say much. He could show suspicion, but it was just suspicion.

"Well...hehe, of course it was transported from the south." Jiao Yicheng said with a smile.

"Mr. Jiao has a wide range of ways. How come he can't find a sales channel if he can get tung oil?" Hu Xiaomin changed his arms with both hands and leaned against the back of the chair and looked at the other person.

"The original customer had something wrong, so he was eager to take action. If Mr. Hu could offer a reasonable price, I could supply the goods for a long time." Jiao Yicheng said sincerely.
Chapter completed!