Yoshino Taro said enthusiastically: "Watanabe, come to Yangquan to start a business, you have met someone.

Jingbianjun is in the government and is responsible for managing commerce. He will recommend you, and the business will be much easier."

"Oh, then I've met a noble man." Yuan Lang held up and raised his glass to socialize with him.

I wanted to meet a few Japanese people to find out about the information, but I didn't expect it to become a business development.

Ichiro Ikena is probably not as crazy as a Japanese soldier because he is a civilian.

When it comes to his job, he is still very talkative.

There are roughly two types of Japanese people who came from their homeland to mainland China.

One is a businessman with a certain amount of capital, which opens up business opportunities and dumps domestically produced industrial products.

Another type is an adventurer who can't survive in China and goes out to make a fortune, also known as ronin.

When the Japanese ronin came to the place occupied by the Japanese army, they were directly first-class citizens. The rich and powerful local people dared not underestimate them, and they were even pressed on ordinary people, which was equivalent to turning over directly.

But in fact, the greater benefit was that it was ingested and plundered by Japanese businessmen.

In fact, there is no difference between high and low, but there is a difference between capital.

If I were just an ordinary Japanese ronin, Ichiro Ineba would not put him in the same position. After a lunch, the fate would end here.

But the identity that Yuan Lang forged for himself was a businessman, that's different.

At the end of the dinner, Ichiro Ineba said: "Watanabe, tonight, in order to welcome two important guests, a banquet will be held here.

There were many attendees, and there were many business giants. At that time, we could recommend some business partners to Watanabe."

Morphine, I believe they will be interested.

Ichiro Ineba obviously knows the mentality of those businessmen better, and as long as there is enough profit, he can do anything.

What's more, the Japanese are here with laws and rules.

Who are the two important guests?

It's not Yamamoto Ichiki!

Who is the other one?

Thoughts flashed through my mind, Yuan Lang smiled and greeted the two Japanese people for socializing, and generously paid for the bill.

There was no sign of it. He hated the Japanese to the core and led the team to destroy dozens of them yesterday.

Farewell to the two of them.

Yuan Lang walked back and cursed in his heart: Little Japanese, little Japanese, has a small appetite like a chicken, which makes me unable to eat it.

It would be good to eat enough food in the mountains, and it would not be nutritious, let alone taste.

In front of the two Japanese, he had to pretend. The rich businessman could not see something like a starving ghost. Every word and action had to look like a starving ghost.

"Oh my God, please be careful if you have any image!" Yuan Lang was stunned when he saw the table full of mess.

The plate with only soup left was placed on the table in a mess. Monk Wei was soaked in his mouth that he was filled with oil, his cheeks were bulging, and he was still stuffing it into his mouth.

I couldn't open my mouth, and I whined twice, and then I answered.

Yuan Lang held his forehead and felt that his head was too big. I, a Japanese businessman, brought the same translator as a countryman who had never seen the world.

Is this reasonable?

It's very unreasonable, and the mistake is just in a blink of an eye.

Is it still too late to pretend that I don’t know him now?

Two Japanese who left Juxianlou got into a Ford sedan.

Yoshino Taro said in advance: "Tomorrow's occasion is very important. Watanabe and I are just meeting each other, and those are his personal remarks."

Those who act as spies should have the spirit of doubting everything.

It is hard to say how much trust he has for his newly-know Taro Watanabe, but he has some doubts.

Knowing that the old classmate is for his own good, Ichiro Inebe smiled and said, "Of course, I will send someone to try him. What do you think about buying a box of morphine?"

Morphine is a key drug that is controlled and is definitely not something that ordinary people can possess.

A box of morphine is not small anymore. If you turn it around, you can sell it at a good price and make a small profit.

"It's a good idea. If the price is right, please buy me a box too."?

Yoshino Taro chuckled, very few people would think that money was too hot, anyway, he wasn't.

Although Juxianlou is already the highest-end consumption place in the local area, the conditions are indeed very average.

The residence is a few spacious large courtyards, but the house is better built, with a more spacious area and better furnishings.

Perhaps, Yuan Lang has too high vision and expectations.

However, the food was always good. The cook cooked very authentic. He ordered two dishes, went back to the house to have a full meal, and had a good lunch break.

Monk Wei was not that comfortable. He ate a table of dishes and was sent out to digest food.

I ran outside all noon.

"Boss, everything has been done, and I told him the location, and Captain Li should leave the city now."

In order to prevent the partition wall from being in danger, Monk Wei lowered his voice and reported in a low voice.

Yamamoto Ichiki must have come. Yuan Lang has been thinking about his head for a long time. He was causing trouble in a big city like Yangquan, and the three of them must have been disgusted with their lives.

Of course, it is to bring his team up to be more confident.

At present, we still have to confirm whether Yamamoto will appear tomorrow. Yuan Lang still has a headache when he thinks about this.

Yamamoto Ichiki is a great Zoller, and the person who knows his whereabouts will not have a low status.

It is too easy to inquire about it.

"Boss, I think there is something worth paying attention to." Monk Wei was very uninterested and interrupted Yuan Lang's thinking.

He said unhappy: "If you have something to say, what do you think you are so squeamish?"

Monk Wei said: "When I came back, I met a man living opposite me. The man had a calluse on his hands and was a gunman.

I suspect that he is carrying a weapon and must be a dangerous person. Will it ruin our affairs?"

In the war era, soldiers in the war, bandits who robbed their families, bodyguards of wealthy families, and all kinds of people have guns.

Some people use guns too much, even if they are veterans, it is not uncommon to meet one or two.

Yuan Lang didn't take it seriously and ordered casually: "You should keep an eye on it. As long as it doesn't ruin our business, don't worry about him."

After speaking, he waved his hand and asked Monk Wei to live in the room next to him. He continued to ponder and think about how to confirm the information.

Just diagonally opposite Yuan Lang's room, two men in the room were discussing in a low voice.

"The information has been confirmed, Zhang Zhehao will attend tomorrow night." Li Yucai, who is a solid figure, whispered.

He is a local, and his public identity is in the cotton business and he has many cooperation with Japanese people.

His identity in secret was a chess piece developed by the Military Control Commission in Yangquan. After the original intelligence team was destroyed, he was activated.

"This dog traitor is finally willing to come out. I thought he would hide in the Japanese Gendarmerie Headquarters and would never come out for the rest of his life!"
Chapter completed!