Crossing the spy war, my code name is God of Wealth

"Hey, it looks like Mr. George's office has been redecorated."

Stepping into the office of the president of Biel Commercial Bank, Chen Yang looked around and said casually,

"Chen, how come you have been here?" George was a little surprised.

"It's been several years. A few years ago, my father did business with you. The boss at that time was an old man who didn't smile."

"Oh, you mean my father, Monsieur Pierre."

"Unfortunately, he passed away two years ago due to a heart attack."

"Uh, I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, Chen," George shrugged and said, "Actually, Hailey and I both have a very vague impression of our father."

"He followed the army to China very early on. We were all raised by our grandmother. It can be said that my sister and I depended on each other for survival. So, when I heard that my sister was going to marry you, my reaction was a little out of control."

"By the way, Chen, where are you from? Who else is at home?"

"There are not many people here," Chen Yang said, "My family is in Wucheng, Zhejiang Province. My father and I are the only ones at home."

"A few years ago, when I was doing business outside, my father contracted an acute illness and passed away..."

"I have been in Jinling for the past two years. A few months ago, I transported a batch of goods to Shanghai. Who knew I would be so unlucky and encounter a war? The whole shipload of goods, eh, lost a lot of money..."

"Then you are really unlucky." George shook his head and sighed.

"Knock, knock, knock," suddenly, a rapid knock on the door interrupted their conversation.

"Come in," George said simply.

"Boss," a middle-aged man in a suit and tie pushed the door open and said, "Mr. Ono, the representative of the Japanese Chamber of Commerce, is here."

"Hasn't Jeff and Gordon always been in charge of Mr. Ono?" George frowned and said, "Where are they? Ask them to come over."

The Jeff mentioned by George is the manager of the firm, and Gordon is the assistant and Japanese translator of Biel's firm, who is specifically responsible for assisting the firm's projects in Japan.

"That's what I want to tell you. Mr. Gordon was sick yesterday and is being treated in the hospital today."

"The translator that Mr. Ono brought said that they asked for a 20% reduction in the price of that batch of goods."

"Mr. Jeff doesn't know whether it was Mr. Ono's intention or the translator's nonsense, so I came to you for the decision."

"What do you mean by a 20% reduction? Why should it be reduced by 20%? Do these idiots think that after defeating China's Central Army, they can have the final say over the entire Shanghai Stock Exchange?" George was furious when he heard this.

"You ask Mitsuo Ono to come see me."

The visitor responded and left in a hurry.

Chen Yang frowned and said, “Mr. George, if you have any guests, I will leave first.”

George waved his hand and said, "It's okay, Chen, these Japanese devils are not important people."

"If I hadn't found someone to take over the goods I had, I really wouldn't want to deal with them."

"Goods? May I know what it is?"

George pondered for a moment and said lightly: "Sulfa."

Ah, Chen Yang was stunned.

Sulfonamide is a good thing.

It is now 1937. At this time, the legendary anti-inflammatory magic weapon penicillin has not yet been born. The most in-demand anti-inflammatory drug on the battlefield is sulfonamide.

On the surface, Biel's Company deals in high-end goods such as red wine and perfume, but in fact, that is just a cover-up.

Tung oil, sugar, cotton wool, medicines, these military supplies with profits several times higher are their main businesses.

"Knock, knock, knock," the office door was knocked gently, and George said in a deep voice, "Come in."

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and two middle-aged men in suits, with short flat heads and a small tuft of mustache on the tip of their noses, walked in at the same time.

The two men were dressed similarly, but their auras were different.

The person in front had a smile on his face but seemed timid, while the person behind him looked arrogant and serious. Chen Yang inexplicably had a feeling that this person was not simple.

"Hello, Mr. George," the person in front said in Japanese, and the person behind him immediately translated it.

Well, this person is actually a translator, which is unscientific.

Chen Yang looked at the other person carefully, picked up the coffee and took a sip, then opened the system, and then he was stunned.

I saw two yellow dots and one red dot on the map.

The red dots represent hostile forces.

Chen Yang's mind moved slightly, and the red dot information appeared instantly.

"Higashino Oki, Position: Logistics Officer of the Japanese Military Police in Shanghai, Rank: Lieutenant..."

Damn, this translator is actually a logistics officer. There is something wrong, definitely something wrong.

"Mr. Ono, please take a seat." Seeing the two people come in, George bowed and made an invitation gesture.

Several people sat down. Ono Mitsuo glanced at Chen Yang in the corner and said, "Mr. George, do you have any guests?"

George smiled and said, “Mr. Ono, this is my sister’s fiancé, not a guest.”

The fiancé of the eldest daughter of Biel Trading Company is actually a Chinese? Ono Mitsuo was slightly stunned when he heard this, but he came to his senses in an instant and smiled in agreement.

The staff of the company brought two cups of coffee. Mitsuo Ono took a sip and said, "Mr. George, let's get straight to the point."

"I came here this time with the authorization of President Touyama Man to discuss the price of that batch of goods with you."

"We think that the price you are asking for is too high. We hope that you can reduce the original price by 20%."

"Did I hear you right, Mr. Ono?" George laughed exaggeratedly.

"Why do you think I will sell it to you if you reduce the price by 20%? You should know that this batch is made by hired guns, and we need more than just you guys."

Ono subconsciously glanced at Higashino Daiki beside him, and seeing that the other party still looked calm, he felt confident.

"Mr. George, you should know that the Shanghai Stock Exchange is our world now."

"The supplies you have are strictly prohibited from trading by the gendarmerie."

"We are the only ones who can swallow it. Even if others have this idea, they don't have the ability to ship the goods out."

"Otherwise, your goods would not have stayed in the warehouse at Shiliuhang Wharf."

George snorted and said, "Mr. Ono, do you know how much 20% is? You're asking me to lose tens of thousands of French francs just by asking."

"It's better not to do this business."

Mitsuo Ono sneered, "Mr. George, the purpose of doing business is to make money."

"I know that this batch of goods in your hands has been on hold for three months,"

"Besides, I also know that you are about to pay a deposit for the next batch of goods. What you need at this time is money, not goods."

"Otherwise, those people in your country will be very disappointed in Mr. George's ability. You know, your decision now may affect the position of Biel Company in the French Concession..."

"So, you are planning to kick someone when he's down." George's face gradually became gloomy.

"No, no, no, Mr. George, you can't say that. We are just sharing your worries."

Mitsuo Ono said with a smile: "Merchants of our Yamato nation have always been willing to help others."

"We all do business in China, and Chinese people are most particular about making choices."

"You should also understand that you can only gain if you give up something."

"You want to sell this batch of goods at the original price, but that's obviously impossible..."

"That's impossible." A voice came from the corner: "George, I think the price should be increased by 20%."

"Bagaya Road..."