Dreaming back to 1949, the great powers were there to deceive us

Hu Zhenhua thought about it for a long time and felt that the plan for this industrial zone could not be hidden from the director.

James is not a good guy. If he reports that I am collaborating with the Communist Party, it would be like yellow mud falling into my crotch, it would be shit at best!

A gentleman does not build a dangerous wall. This possibility must be nipped in the bud.

Hu Zhenhua picked up the phone, and after a transfer, he showed a flattering expression again.

"Brother Qi, is the director here? I have something important to report!"

This Brother Qi is the secretary of the director, his name is Qi Shuhuan. He is an old man in the department and the director’s confidant!

"The director is busy right now. If you're willing to wait, come over!"

Hu Zhenhua nodded and bowed hurriedly, as if Qi Shuhuan was right in front of him.

"Brother Qi, I'll be right there!"

After Hu Zhenhua hung up the phone, he was about to go out when he suddenly realized something was wrong. He quickly walked to Wang Cuicui's makeup mirror and applied foundation and cream on his face!

Although the slap marks on his face had faded a lot after a night, the director was a very meticulous person and not a single flaw could escape his eyes!

After treating his face, Hu Zhenhua took two old wild ginseng plants and set off.

The ginseng was a gift from Wang Mo. As the saying goes, seven liang is ginseng and eight liang is treasure. These two wild ginsengs weigh seven liang and two qian each and eight liang each respectively.

Wang Mo spent a huge amount of money to acquire TA company!

100 meters away from Modu Station, Guo Dachong was directing more than porters to unload the truck.

They worked until they were sweating, but their faces were full of smiles.

Carry a sack and get a copper coin!

If you work faster, you can carry more than 70 bags in an hour and earn half a dollar. Of course, the wages can also be deducted with food. The price is one dollar equivalent to 35 kilograms of refined rice!

The sack is not light, weighing about 150 pounds. If you are not a strong person, you can't carry it at all!

Tea with salt is also provided next to it.

Ma Liu and the shadow puppet, one is the supervisor and the other is the count!

They are here to recognize someone!

Guo Dachong must find out who in the station wants to attack his company!

This time, the grain, totaling more than 2,000 tons, was all refined rice purchased from Southeast Asia.

There are more than 30 four-legged beasts transporting grain!

Diesel is not cheap, so it cannot be wasted. Using the Sibu Xiang to transport grain is a good way to test and use it!

In a way, this is also a great advertisement for Sibu Xiang!

When Hu Zhenhua arrived, there were already hundreds of tons of materials piled up in the warehouse, and the sacks were stacked six or seven meters high!

However, he didn't stay long. He just walked around and left.

No one asked where Guo Dachong hid the money!

On the third floor of Modu Station, Station Master Wang accidentally saw Hu Zhenhua again.

This time, he did not act rashly, but silently watched Hu Zhenhua's figure disappear in the corridor.

The last phone call had already made Director Mao suspicious.

If you want to gather intelligence, you have to think of other ways.

A few minutes later, Hu Zhenhua came to the familiar office again!

The director was busy reviewing documents and seemed to notice Hu Zhenhua. He said lightly,

"sit!"

After Hu Zhenhua saluted, he sat obediently on the sofa with his body straight.

Describe it in four words: sit upright and be serious!

This is an attitude and an absolute respect for the director!

After more than ten minutes, the director took off his glasses, looking a little tired. He looked up at Hu Zhenhua and said nonchalantly,

"Didn't you go to meet your new boss?"

Hu Zhenhua quickly stood at attention and shouted,

"I am a member of the Secret Service in life and a member of the Secret Service in death! I will never be a slave to those three families!"

"You're such a talkative person!"

The director seemed to be in a good mood. He sat next to Hu Zhenhua with a smile on his face. His powerful aura made Hu Zhenhua almost breathless!

"sit down!"

The old spy stared at Hu Zhenhua's face, looked at it carefully, and snorted coldly.

"Tell me, what do you want to report?"

Hu Zhenhua quickly held a thin booklet in his hands and handed it to the director, saying,

"I have made a small plan. Please correct me, Director!"

“A global monetary theory?”

The director took a quick look at it, flipped through it briefly, threw it on the table, and said jokingly,

"Xiao Hu, sure, are you planning to change your career?"

"Director, you're joking!"

The director's smile faded, and the atmosphere in the office suddenly became chilly.

"You'll have two minutes to explain your plan!"

Hu Zhenhua stood at attention and said,

"James visited me today. Using this book as a reference, we discussed monetary theory. He asked me how to promote the US dollar to the Red Frontier. From this question, it's clear that the US is very eager to engage with that side. So, I followed his lead and proposed an industrial zone plan..."

Hu Zhenhua did not hide anything and repeated the conversation verbatim.

The highest level of lying is that every word you say is true, but in a specific environment, it can be interpreted differently.

After hearing this, the director burst into laughter and patted Hu Zhenhua on the shoulder while laughing.

He is very strong, and his palms are like thunder!

After laughing enough, the director leaned back on the sofa and said casually,

"The young are to be feared! The young are to be feared!"

Hu Zhenhua's old face flushed, he had understood the director's implication: you, an abandoned disciple of the Secret Service, and James, an ordinary military officer, two second-rate guys, actually want to launch a US dollar invasion!

The toad yawns and brags!

Why don’t you two talk about unifying the world!

Overcome!

Hu Zhenhua adjusted his mood and asked tentatively,

"Aren't you angry that the Americans want to contact that side?"

"They contacted me because I was angry?"

Hu Zhenhua was choked. What the director said made so much sense!

As expected of a director, he has a far-sighted vision! And his words are sharp!

Hu Zhenhua thought for a moment and said,

"Director, have you noticed? The major foreign banks have formed an alliance to circulate banknotes among themselves!"

The director stared at Hu Zhenhua seriously for a while, then his warm smile returned to his face.

"What does this have to do with the industrial zone plan?"

"Of course!"

Hu Zhenhua lowered his voice and said,

"The industrial zone needs US dollars, but the US can't directly release them because the traces are too obvious. Banknotes, on the other hand, are different. Capital is greedy, and foreign banks will inevitably over-issue them in pursuit of excess profits. Quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes, and at a certain point, a bank run will inevitably occur!"

Hu Zhenhua stood up, opened his arms, and gestured.

"Once the people of Shanghai discover they can't withdraw their savings, they'll be outraged, and the government will put pressure on them. At this point, the US dollar will appear as a savior, injecting US dollars into the major foreign banks. Once bitten, the people will be afraid of the ropes for ten years. They'll withdraw their savings and hide them at home. So, what kind of currency will they receive?"

Director Mao answered subconsciously,

"It can only be Mi Yuan!"

Because the number of silver dollars is limited, the total number of silver dollars issued in the decades of the Republic of China did not exceed one billion. After so many years of consumption, there are not many left in the world, which is far from enough to pay for the people's bank runs.

Hu Zhenhua slammed the table and shouted,

"Hey!"

The director was startled and glared at Lao Hu with dissatisfaction.

Hu Zhenhua knew that he had caused trouble, so he quickly took out the old mountain ginseng and placed it on the table.

When Director Mao saw the size of the ginseng, his pupils shrank sharply, but he only looked at it for a few seconds before continuing.

"That's just your guess!"

Hu Zhenhua shook his head.

"Director, think about it again. Why did they place such a rush order with TA? I seriously suspect this whole process was planned long ago!"

"What you said does make some sense, but do you have any evidence?"

"no!"

To those who engage in conspiracy, everything looks like conspiracy. Hu Zhenhua saw this and dared to talk nonsense. There was no loss anyway, so he just fooled people!

The director thought for a while and suddenly said,

"What the Americans are doing is even more ingenious than your industrial zone plan, Xiao Hu. Beyond the mountains, there are mountains, beyond the people!"

Hu Zhenhua immediately showed an expression of being taught.

"Thank you for your teachings, Director!"

Old Hu paused and continued,

"My plan has its merits. If the American plan is a flood, then mine is a trickle, which can continuously inject US dollars into the market!"

The director was in high spirits and said with a smile,

"So, you are confident in your plan?"

"The plan may be implemented, but I may not be the one responsible!"

"Why?"

"Because Americans don't trust me!"

All countries like to send intelligence personnel abroad, but there is one thing that is surprisingly consistent: no one likes other countries to send intelligence personnel to their country!

Director Mao looked at Hu Zhenhua's expression and laughed.

"Xiao Hu, do you think the government should interfere with the Americans' plans?"

Hu Zhenhua grinned, his smile was very cunning,

"Why intervene? With so much material and rice flowing into the Magic City, the only ones who will benefit are the government!"

Hu Zhenhua lowered his voice and said obscenely,

"Director, can I interpret this as the Americans' relative support for us?"

"Hahahahaha!"

The director laughed enough and suddenly said,

"The Americans don't support you, but I do! TA's company is going to produce bicycles and clothing, so go ahead and do it!"

Hu Zhenhua felt it was unbelievable and opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say!

I didn't cheat the Americans, but I cheated you, an old spy!

It doesn't matter, it's no matter who you cheat!

It's worth the trip! It's worth the trip!

Hu Zhenhua grinned, smiling like a flower,

"Director, what do you want?"

Director Mao waved his hand and shouted,

"get out!"

Hu Zhenhua stood at attention, saluted, and then showed a flattering look.

"Director, you're so busy, so please take care of yourself! As the saying goes, a train's speed depends on the locomotive..."

"okay!"

Director Mao interrupted Hu Zhenhua and shouted,

"If you have anything you want me to do, just tell me!"

"I would like to visit Jinling. Can you please approve it, Director?"

"Oh? Why do you want to go meet the new owner?"

Hu Zhenhua immediately stood up straight and shouted,

"Director, I'll be honest with you. I hate Mr. Tang with all my heart. I can give him money, but I can't possibly give in! The reason I went to Jinling is because there's no room for two tigers in one mountain. Anyway, he's out of money, so let Wang Mo do whatever he wants!"

Hu Zhenhua suddenly thought of something and whispered,

"Director, my wife, Wang Cuicui, is unfamiliar with the city and doesn't even know her way around. Could you please, my sister-in-law, take her with you?"

Director Mao laughed twice.

"Go find Secretary Qi and ask him to issue you a pass!"

"Yes!"

Hu Zhenhua left happily, and soon after, he got the pass and the director's home address! Of course, there was also the address of Qi Shuhuan's home.

Secretary Qi tactfully told Hu Zhenhua: You can go to Jinling, but Wang Cuicui had better stay in Shanghai!

Although Hu Zhenhua was angry, he could do nothing!

He knew that the director was afraid that he would run away, so he wanted to keep the hostage.

In the office, the director who was cursed by Hu Zhenhua was holding Hu Zhenhua's booklet and reading it carefully. Half an hour later, he wrote four words on the manuscript paper: Dawn Plan!