69novels Chapter 54 Holding a Sharp Weapon, the Intent to Kill Is Naturally Aroused
Chapter 54 Holding a Sharp Weapon, the Intent to Kill Is Naturally Aroused
"Haha! Okay!" Huang Xiaoju sat down next to Yan Shuo with the man in charge. Since Huang Xiaoju was the only girl and everyone else was male, she took over the tea-pouring service. She poured tea not only for Yan Shuo, the man in charge, and herself, but also for Yan Shuo's warning doll and the young men carrying goods. She was very attentive to everyone. Yan Shuo didn't say anything.
"Brother Liu Jie, is it alright if I call you that?" The leading man coughed twice and looked at Yan Shuo.
"Yes, no problem. A name is for people to call me. You can call me whatever you want, big brother," Yan Shuo said politely.
"Haha, my name is Wang Li, deputy leader of the Shanghai West Procurement Team. This is my colleague, Huang Xiaoju, my team member," the leading man introduced himself and then introduced Huang Xiaoju.
"Hello, Wang Li, hello, Huang Xiaoju!" Yan Shuo stood up again and shook hands with the two.
"I remember you're from West America Trading Company, right?" Wang Li asked as he sat down.
"Yes, I am the financial officer of Ximei Trading Company. I oversee the company's finances, cashier, income and expenditure, and taxation. I happen to have all the medicines you need this time!" Yan Shuo nodded and said.
"Thank you so much this time. You not only gave us medicine, but you also saved one of our comrades—no, two! One of them, Chen Yu, who was seriously injured, is Huang Xiaoju's husband. He was in charge of setting up transportation channels, but he was discovered by the secret agents. His contact was arrested and betrayed him, which led to him falling into a trap. If he hadn't been lucky, he would have been killed or arrested by now. The other one is Meng Jia, a new progressive student we recruited. She was inexperienced and was fortunate enough to be saved by you from the hands of the secret agents."
"It's nothing! I just happened to be there and ran into her. Is Meng Jia one of your comrades?" Yan Shuo said with a smile.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with Meng Jia?" Huang Xiaoju and Wang Li exchanged a glance and asked nervously.
"Problem? It's not exactly a problem, but it's a big one. Of course, I'm not saying she's a spy. I'm saying she has absolutely no experience. She walks around like a fool on the street, looking around like a thief, which led to spies following her. Don't you guys give her some proper training? Just letting her wander around on the street like that, even if there were no problems, problems will arise."
"Uh!~" Huang Xiaoju and Wang Li scratched their heads, speechless. They didn't want to either, but due to the revolutionary situation, they never had enough time, money, or energy to train new people.
"I think you don't have the time and energy to train her, do you? I think Meng Jia is quite promising. Why don't you hand her over to me as my secretary or assistant? If there's anything, she can pass on messages to you. If not, she can learn some avoidance techniques from me. Let her follow me for a few months first. If you use her like this, she'll easily get into trouble. She has no experience at all, and she's already showing it on her face. She's too reckless."
Wang Li put down his cigarette butt, picked up his teacup, took a few sips, and then put it down, saying, "You want Meng Jia? We already know that. To be honest, we also have our own training channels, but resources are limited. We can't hand over our own people to you. However, she can find a job at your trading company. Hmm, you need a secretary, right? I heard the boss is German, and he only works six hours a day? The pay is pretty good?"
"Yes, I need a secretary! I'll have someone recruit one tomorrow!" Yan Shuo said.
"Haha, great, it's a pleasure doing business with you!"
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After the first transaction, Meng Jia continued to deliver orders of all sizes, including medicines, machinery, supplies, food, steel, small lathes, ammunition, and guns.
Who says all Communists are poor bastards? Stand up! I've made some money, haven't I?
As the number of transactions increased, West America's goods were running low, so old man Lucas added several more cargo ships to transport goods to the trading company.
Yan Shuo arranged for Meng Jia to have two weapon dolls learn firearms, combat, and assassination. He also arranged for her to have actress dolls from a film company learn arts, disguise, driving, intelligence transmission, and self-defense. The curriculum was quite full. Even telecommunications were taught using a foreign company's telegraph machine.
Yan Shuo gave her two pistols, both silenced and very small, with 20 magazines and a small box of bullets. She was told to come back for more when she ran out.
Meng Jia, who can drive, has a good job and a company car. She often drives to Shicao Lane, making all the neighbors envious. With the car as cover, she successfully brings firearms and ammunition home. She usually keeps a gun and five magazines in the car as a security measure. She has a work permit from Ximei Trading Company, which allows her to legally carry a gun. If the police check her, they will let her go and won't cause her any trouble.
In Meng Jia's words, there were several times when Japanese agents found her firearms, but they let her go; disguising her identity was very useful.
One day, a tall, thin man wearing a white top hat came to the foreign firm looking for Yan Shuo with a business card. "Liu Jie, right?" the tall, thin man said, his tone very arrogant.
"Who are you??" Yan Shuo, who was working, looked up at the man in surprise.
"I work for Hu Erkui. Is there a girl named Meng Jia who works for you?"
"He's my man! What's wrong?" Yan Shuo asked.
"She killed three of our boss's underlings! Our boss wants to talk to you!"
"Where?"
"Taifeng Restaurant, this is our boss's restaurant, 479 Zhonghua Road, Ximen. Be on time at 6 PM today, or I'll kill your men!" the man warned.
"Got it! I'll be there on time!" Yan Shuo said with a smile.
After the tall, thin man left, Li Zhiyao knocked on the door and came in, asking what had happened.
"I guess Meng Jia caused this trouble! They say three gang members died!" Yan Shuo said, his tone dismissive.
"Do you know which gang it is?" Li Zhiyao asked.
"I don't know! Who cares which one it is? If it doesn't make sense, we'll just settle it!" Yan Shuo didn't take it to heart at all.
Damn it, he could infiltrate any of the major Japanese agencies, including the Special Higher Police, the Naval Intelligence Department, the Shanghai Reporting Department, the Kodama Agency, the Umehara-Take-Kiku Agency, the Shang Mansion, the No. 76 Special Agent Headquarters, the Wang Jingwei Puppet Secret Service, and the Xiban Village Brigade. If it weren't for the fact that intelligence is fluid, he would have cleaned up these departments ten or eight times over. A lowly gangster dares to provoke him? Isn't it good to be alive?
After learning that the person in question was Hu Erkui, Li Zhiyao nodded and went out to check the information. The intelligence team had a lot of information, and the information on gang members was even stored in a small warehouse. Damn it, do you believe there are hundreds of thousands of people involved in gangs? It's really bizarre.
99% of gang members are ordinary people just trying to make a living, commonly known as commoners, and no one would even give them a second glance if they died.
The next level up is errand boy, commonly known as a lackey. Then comes junior management, like leading a few men, guarding a small warehouse or outpost, which means having some small influence.
Next come the high-ranking underlings, who manage a few junior cadres and are then managed by the core underlings. Above them are the junior bosses, then the bosses, the big shots, the senior big shots, and then some high-ranking officials and celebrities who wield influence in the foreign concessions and Chinese-controlled areas, as well as those who have connections with foreigners, Japanese, Japanese agents, the Wang Jingwei regime, and other forces.
In gangs, only those with connections can rise to the top ranks; those without connections are swallowed up long ago, leaving not a trace.