Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Unable to refuse the invitation, Zhang Yunhe went to the banquet with them and spent the entire afternoon eating and drinking.

The next day, Zhang Yunhe went to the foreign company in Jiangzhou again. Since the Japanese army entered the concession in Shanghai, Jardine Matheson was forced to close down and its assets were forcibly taken over by the Japanese.

Not long after, the Jiangzhou branch gradually stopped some of its business because it lacked the support of the head office in Shanghai. In the end, it was unable to carry out any business and eventually closed down.

Another purpose of Zhang Yunhe's visit this time was to arrange a place for these employees stranded in Jiangzhou.

The employees of this branch have not been working for more than half a year and are stranded here, so their lives are very difficult.

Half of these employees are from London, and there are a few clowns. Zhang Yunhe plans to let them work for him. After all, foreigners have some privileges here, and they will not be ignored like little Karami when they go to them to do things.

"How long has it been since you got a job?" Zhang Yunhe asked after gathering all the branch employees.

Toker, the person in charge who stayed behind, said, "For the first three months, we were still able to do business and barely get salaries paid, but then we couldn't ship the goods we collected, and the head office in Shanghai didn't ship any more goods, so business gradually came to a halt."

“I haven’t received my salary for three months.”

Zhang Yunhe nodded and asked, "This matter is my responsibility. I didn't make arrangements for you before I left. I want to know how much money is left in the account now?"

Tokel replied, "There are less than 10,000 yuan left. I originally had 30,000 yuan, but I have spent 20,000 yuan on food for everyone in the past few months."

With the current level of depreciation of the legal currency, 3 yuan is not a lot of money, but there should definitely be more than that on the books.

"Logically, there should be more on the books, right?" Zhang Yunhe asked.

Tokel said, "All the money was spent on purchasing raw materials. Now these raw materials are piled up in the warehouse at the dock. These are the property of the foreign company. We haven't touched them. In order to protect these raw materials from being stolen, we have already fought several battles with thieves and gang members!"

I didn't expect that the employees' lives would be so simple. I have to say that people of this era were still very simple. Even though life was so difficult, they never thought of selling the company's property.

He said, "Okay, now that I'm here, I'm going to make the decision about whether you stay or go. The head office has closed down, and I'm going to pay you three months' salary. After that, if you have a future, you can leave. If you don't, you can choose to stay with me and work for me. I'll hire you and increase your salary by 10%."

"What do you think?"

A dozen employees looked at each other and expressed their willingness to work for Zhang Yunhe.

Next, Zhang Yunhe paid everyone three months' salary in arrears and disposed of all the raw materials stored in the dock warehouse in exchange for a large sum of money.

This money should belong to Jardine Matheson, but now Jardine Matheson has closed down, its assets have been taken over by the Japanese, and the company no longer exists. It was natural for Zhang Yunhe to take it for himself.

After dealing with the stockpiled raw materials, Zhang Yunhe arranged these employees to work at the airport to assist Qin Jian, and asked Tokel and several other capable foreign employees to be responsible for external liaison and government coordination.

After arranging the affairs in Jiangzhou, Zhang Yunhe was about to return to Hong Kong Island, but suddenly received a call from Shanghai.

The call was from Fan Biao. Zhang Yunhe immediately found a secluded place to answer the call: "Hello?"

"Mr. A, No. 76 has discovered my identity. Now Li Qun has sent people to the police station to arrest me. They are already downstairs. What should I do now?" Fan Biao said this in an anxious and trembling voice on the other end of the phone.

After hearing this, Zhang Yunhe knew that Fan Biao was in a critical situation and immediately said, "Don't panic. Go up to the rooftop right now. There's a utility room next to the rooftop exit. The door should be locked. The key is under the third flower pot. If it doesn't open, the key has been changed. Use a rock to smash it open. There's a crossbow inside for climbing."

"Take it out along with the rope, and launch the hook to the clock tower on the east rooftop. Then secure the rope and climb over. There's an elevator in that building, and the tram stop is right outside the door. Even if the Special High Technology Department finds you escaping from the rooftop, you'll have plenty of time to evacuate calmly. Hurry!"

After hearing this, Fan Biao immediately dropped the phone, picked up the pistol on the table, put it on his belt, turned around and ran out.

In Jiangzhou, Zhang Yunhe heard the call go off. He was about to get his landing craft and rush over to meet them, but then the phone in the foreign company's office rang. He had no choice but to pick it up immediately: "Hello?"

The excited voice of the foreign employee, Toker, came over the phone: "Boss, a whole shipload of tungsten ore has arrived at the dock. After testing, the tungsten content of each ton of ore is as high as 30 kilograms. I have never seen such a high content!"

"What? The tungsten content in each ton of ore reaches 30 kilograms. Are you sure? How is this possible?" Zhang Yunhe was so surprised that his jaw almost dropped.

In the past few years, he has traded tungsten ore with Gong Er a lot, and also traded a lot of tungsten ore from the guerrillas. The highest content is only 1.5%, which is equivalent to 15 kilograms per ton of ore. The tungsten ore content on this ship is twice as high. How can he not be shocked and happy?

"Boss," Tokel said on the other end of the phone, "I swear it's true. I couldn't believe it the first time I tested it. Later, I took samples from different locations and tested them again, and the results were all the same. It's incredible! Oh my God, I've never seen tungsten ore with such a high content!"

Zhang Yunhe immediately asked, "Who owns that shipload of tungsten ore?"

"He is a businessman from Rongcheng, his last name is Yan. I have talked to him, and he also knows that the tungsten content of these ores is higher than other tungsten ores, so the price he asks for is much higher, 50% higher than the market price," said Tokel.

Zhang Yunhe immediately said, "I'll be there right away. Keep him steady and don't let the news leak out!"

"Got it, I'm at the dock!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yunhe felt troubled. If he rushed to Shanghai to pick up Fan Biao now, this shipload of tungsten ore might be taken away by someone else first.

There is war all over the world now, and it is very difficult to buy tungsten ore internationally. Tungsten ore is one of the key raw materials for the production of weapons and ammunition, especially armor-piercing bullets and artillery shell steel, which must contain tungsten.

"We've pointed out the escape route for him. This guy should be able to handle it, right?" Zhang Yunhe muttered.

After weighing the pros and cons, Zhang Yunhe was still worried about Fan Biao. This was the first person he recruited, and he had hundreds of brothers under him. He absolutely could not let anything happen to Fan Biao.

More importantly, Fan Biao was captured by the Special High Technology Bureau a few years ago, so there is no guarantee that no one in the Special High Technology Bureau can recognize him.

He immediately drove the landing craft to Shanghai at full speed and arrived at the Concession Police Office within a few minutes. Hovering in the air, he just saw Fan Biao climbing the rope into the clock tower on the roof of the building next door.

When the Special High Section agents who had rushed to the rooftop saw this, the leading Japanese agent immediately shouted, "Baga, he's escaped to the building opposite! Quickly notify the people left behind to catch him!"