Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

After Akamatsu's convoy left the Sanyo Mold Factory, Ichiro Kumamoto immediately walked out of the office.

"Director, do you have any instructions?" The secretary immediately chased out and asked when he saw Ichiro Kumamoto walking out of the office.

"No, I'm going out for a walk!" Ichiro Kumamoto waved his hand and went downstairs.

Arriving at the factory gate, the four guards in the gatehouse immediately stood up and bowed, "Director!"

"I'm going out to buy a few packs of cigarettes. Open the door!" said Ichiro Kumamoto.

"Director, why do you have to go in person to buy cigarettes? I can buy them for you!" a guard said flatteringly.

Ichiro Kumamoto waved his hand. "Thank you, but no thanks. I've been sitting in the office for a long time and want to take a walk and buy a few packs of cigarettes. Just guard the door and don't let anyone in!"

"Hi!"

Ichiro Kumamoto walked out of the factory gate and walked along the street for more than 500 meters to the only grocery store at the intersection.

"Boss, give me five packs of Lao Dao cigarettes!"

The boss brought five packs of cigarettes and placed them on the counter, saying, "One dollar, that's 25 dollars in French currency!"

Upon hearing this, Kumamoto thought that the French currency was really becoming less and less valuable. Five packs of cigarettes actually cost 25 yuan. He paid the money and stuffed the five packs of cigarettes into several pockets, then turned around and returned to the Sanyo Mould Factory.

Not long after he returned to the office, the phone on the desk rang.

He immediately picked up the phone: "Moshimoshi!"

A strange man's voice came from the phone: "Any good news?"

"How are my wife and children?" asked Ichiro Kumamoto.

"They eat well and sleep well!" said the strange man on the phone.

Kumamoto Ichiro felt relieved and said, "The legal tender template has been successfully copied!"

"What? So fast?" The stranger's voice sounded quite surprised.

"This is true. Half an hour ago, Akamatsu from the consulate brought people to take away the template!" said Ichiro Kumamoto.

There was silence on the other end of the line for three seconds, and then the stranger asked a crucial question: "Where are they planning to print a large number of counterfeit banknotes?"

Ichiro Kumamoto had already figured out a way to get the other party to release his wife and children without killing them after obtaining the information. He said, "Tonight at 7 o'clock, I will be waiting for your call at the No. 5 public telephone booth in the middle of Nanjing Road. When the phone rings, I will answer it. If I see my wife and children, I will tell you where Akamatsu and his men are printing large quantities of counterfeit money!"

"If I let your wife and children go, but you don't tell me the address on the phone, wouldn't that mean you've fooled me?" the strange man said coldly.

Ichiro Kumamoto said: "You can hide in the dark. If I don't tell you the address, you can shoot them and me!"

The stranger on the phone thought for a few seconds, then said, "If you tell Akamatsu and the others about this, won't all my efforts be in vain? Do you think I'm a fool?"

Ichiro Kumamoto said, "Sir, I'm just an ordinary Japanese businessman. The war has nothing to do with me. I personally don't want this war to happen. A stable situation is actually more conducive to the development of the business!"

"There's no benefit in informing on Chisong. He won't reward me with a large sum of money, let alone let me become an official. On the contrary, doing so will only anger you and your organization. It's not worth it for me, don't you think? I just want my wife and children to return safely, that's all!"

There was silence on the other end of the line for nearly a minute before the stranger spoke: "Okay, just as you said. I'll call public telephone booth number 5 at 7 o'clock sharp!"

Lucky Tea House.

On a stage in a corner of the first floor, a storyteller was telling the tea drinkers the story of how Yue Fei led the Yue Family Army to fight against Jin Wushu, was recalled by twelve golden medals, and died unjustly in Fengbo Pavilion.

Lao Cui was counting the inventory of various teas in the warehouse at the backyard of the teahouse.

A waiter came over and whispered, "Boss, a 'good friend' has written to ask you to meet at the Samsung Stage at 9:00 AM tomorrow. You need to prepare two tickets, and place a red rose on the empty seat!"

When Old Cui heard this, he knew the Japanese had successfully copied the French currency template. He frowned, "I'm afraid the tickets for tomorrow morning's show at Samsung Stage have already sold out. Buying two adjacent tickets at this time might be difficult!"

Despite the difficult war and turbulent situation, the business of theaters, dance halls and other entertainment venues in the concession was extremely hot. As long as a famous actor performed in a theater, the tickets would be sold out early, which was a common occurrence.

The waiter nodded. "Indeed. How about I try to find a scalper to buy two adjacent tickets at a high price?"

Lao Cui thought that it was too late to inform the other party to change the meeting time and place. Besides, the other party was not under his control and was just cooperating with him. Being able to provide him with such important information meant that they were on the same side and took a huge risk. How could he force him to do something against his will?

He immediately said, "Okay, go ahead and do it. Don't worry about the teahouse. You must get two adjacent seats for the 9 a.m. Samsung Stage show before tomorrow morning, no matter how high the price!"

"understand!"

After nightfall, the teahouse closed. Lao Cui and the accountant were counting the bills at the counter, while the other two waiters were cleaning and scrubbing the tables, chairs and floor. The child who had gone out to buy theater tickets came back thirsty, picked up a pot of tea on the counter and poured the water into his mouth from the spout.

Lao Cui calmly winked at the accountant and turned to walk towards the backyard.

The waiter drank his fill of tea, put down the teapot and walked to the backyard.

"How is it? Did you get it?" asked Lao Cui at the stone table in the backyard.

The waiter pulled two tickets from his pocket and handed them to Lao Cui, saying, "Tomorrow morning at 9:00, seats 177 and 178, quite a bit towards the back. Getting these two adjacent tickets was incredibly difficult. I nearly broke my legs, went to six scalpers, and spent four silver dollars!"

Lao Cui couldn't help but feel distressed when he heard this. The ticket price for this kind of seat was only one or two cents normally. Even when a famous actor was performing on the Samsung stage, the most expensive special seat was only one dollar and ninety cents!

At this point, he could only say to the waiter, "Thank you for your hard work. Go and have a rest first. Dinner will be served in half an hour!"

At 6:50 in the evening, Ichiro Kumamoto drove to the No. 5 public telephone booth in the middle section of Nanjing Road. He parked his car on the side of the street and walked to the telephone booth while smoking.

At this time, there was a young man in a suit making a phone call inside. Ichiro Kumamoto knew at a glance that the young man was flirting with a woman.

After waiting for a few minutes, the man inside showed no sign of hanging up the phone.

Ichiro Kumamoto raised his hand to check the time. There were only two minutes left until 7 o'clock. He became anxious and immediately pounded on the glass door with his fists.

"You little bastard, are you going to die? Why are you knocking? If you want to make a phone call, go somewhere else!" Xiao Kai covered the microphone and shouted at Ichiro Kumamoto.

Ichiro Kumamoto was furious and yelled, "Baga, you, get out of here!"

When he heard that it was a Japanese, Xiao Kai wilted on the spot. He hurriedly ended the call, opened the door and left quickly.

Ichiro Kumamoto immediately opened the door and went in to wait. As soon as 7 o'clock arrived, the phone rang. He quickly picked it up and said, "This is Ichiro Kumamoto!"