The mask was shot off, my husband, you are the king of spy wars

Half a day later, Qian Tong and his group arrived at the airport in Songcheng.

Qian Tong drove everyone to the urban area of ​​Songcheng. After arriving in Songcheng, many people were shocked to see the prosperous scenery of Songcheng.

Especially the neon lights along the river, the street vendors, and many foreign stores and various foreign companies.

"Oh my god, is this Songcheng?"

“I’ve only heard of it but never been there before.”

"Hey, look at the tall building over there. It's much taller than our South City."

"And look at the dance hall over there. It's much more prosperous than ours."

Bai Wan, who came from the countryside, came to Songcheng for the first time, and Han Congxue gave him a cold look.

"okay."

"Don't act like a country bumpkin coming to town."

Bai Wan snorted coldly, "You are the eldest daughter of the Han family, so naturally you don't understand."

In fact, Han Congxue had been here more than once. He had been here before when he followed his father to discuss business. The first time he also marveled at the prosperity of Songcheng.

But she was also deeply impressed by the Green Gang of Songcheng. The Green Gang members actually dared to stop the police car in broad daylight and then clear the way for a Green Gang boss.

The most important thing was that the police chief actually got out of the car to greet him, with a flattering look and no sign of being angry at all.

Moreover, when I followed my father to Songcheng to discuss business, I basically talked with people from the Qing Gang. The Qing Gang was the full agent for Songcheng's pharmaceutical business.

It can be said that at least half of Songcheng is under the control of the Qing Gang and other large and small underground organizations. If you want to do something in Songcheng, you will undoubtedly be competing with the Qing Gang for the cake.

It is said that the Songcheng Qing Gang has 700 core disciples and 8,000 peripheral disciples, scattered inside and outside Songcheng and in various industries.

Such a force is much more terrifying than the original South City Secret Service Bureau. After all, the secret agents of the Secret Service Bureau are not scattered in various industries.

Qian Tong and everyone else stayed in a hotel that had been arranged in advance.

The hotel is not big, but it is remote and safe.

The boss was short, wearing a round hat and a white towel on his shoulders. He was nicknamed Old Ghost.

The boss walked into the hotel conference room on the second floor. Qian Tong nodded and motioned for him to sit down.

"Everyone, thank you for your hard work along the way."

"But the situation may be more complicated than you think. I hope you will be mentally prepared when you arrive in Songcheng."

Qian Tong sat on the chair and frowned, "Old ghost, explain it clearly."

"Didn't we agree on this before? Could it be that something went wrong with the Qing Gang?"

The old ghost nodded dully, "Yes, this is what happened on this day."

"Just a few days ago, the Axe Gang's leader, He Xiu, was discovered colluding with the Japanese puppet regime and was killed by Master Du.

"Master Ying originally wanted to protect him, but he didn't expect Master Du's attitude to be so tough, so Master Ying was a little hesitant about whether to cooperate."

Qian Tong's original plan was to hope that the actions of the Military Control Commission could be protected by the Qing Gang. After all, activities in Songcheng were inseparable from the Qing Gang.

It was already agreed that we would go and negotiate with Master Ying. As long as we could get Master Ying's protection, everything would be easy.

But now...

Qian Tong said gloomily, "That's a bit troublesome."

"If that's the case, how about raising the stakes?"

“As the saying goes, people die for money and birds die for food!”

"As long as the chips are enough, I don't believe that Master Ying Er will not give in!"

The old ghost swallowed his saliva, "Stationmaster Qian, what do you mean..."

Qian Tong clapped his hands, "The plan remains unchanged! Move as usual!"

"Meet Mr. Ying Er at 5 pm!"

Old Ghost: “Yes…”

"I'll contact them right away."

......

In the afternoon, Qian Tong took Han Congxue, Bai Wan and Clown to the Orchid Nightclub.

Orchid Nightclub, the largest nightclub in Songcheng, is thriving under the protection of the Qing Gang.

In the largest private room, Mr. Ying was sitting on the sofa, being fed fruits by two scantily clad beauties on his left and right. On the table in front of him, several dancers were twisting their bodies seductively.

"good good good good."

"That, that, and that, all sent to my room at night."

"Master Ying, look...I want to go too."

The woman who was feeding the fruit on the side twisted the snake demon, and Master Ying Er looked at her with a lustful look, "You, too, you can go too, you go too."

"Thank you, Master Eagle!"

...

Just then, a young man in a black suit pushed the door open and whispered in his ear, "Second Master Ying, Qian Tong from the Military Control Commission wants to see you."

"They said they brought different chips this time."

"Look..."

Master Ying frowned, "Qian Tong..."

"Then... let's meet."

"We still have to give the Military Control Commission some face."

"But it's hard to say how much to give."

"Yes."

...

Then, Qian Tong came in with Han Congxue and others.

"Hahaha!"

"Master Ying, I've long heard of your great name."

"Oh? Are you Qian Tong?"

"Originally I couldn't agree with your side, but I heard you brought different bargaining chips this time?"

"Tell me, my time is precious." Master Ying Er said straight to the point.

Qian Tong laughed heartily, "Master Ying is a straightforward person, so I can't hide it anymore."

"As long as Master Ying can allow my military to operate in this area, I'll increase the profits to 30% for you, Master Ying."

The two sides had agreed long before that Qiantong's site wanted to print counterfeit money and disrupt the Japanese currency market in Songcheng.

This part of the money will be used as the organization's operating funds, but 20% of the profits will be given to Ying Erye.

Now it has increased to 30%.

Master Ying Er chuckled with a hint of disdain, "30%... is quite a large number for others."

"But for me..."

"Stationmaster Qian, do you know how much risk I'm taking by protecting you?"

"If my eldest brother knew about this, what would be the consequences?"

"Only a mere 30% profit, haha."

Qian Tong clenched his fists and said with a dark face, "Forty percent."

"It can't get any higher."

Mr. Ying made the number six with his hand.

"Sixty percent."

"Then..."

As he spoke, he fixed his eyes on Han Congxue's graceful figure, and said with a somewhat obscene smile: "Then leave her to accompany me."

"As long as you agree, I, Master Ying, can protect you for a year. During this time, your activities will not be interfered with by the Qing Gang."

"how?"

Bai Wan gritted his teeth in anger and immediately couldn't bear it anymore, "You damn bastard! You are wishful thinking!"