sjar Chapter 870 Meet in advance
Chapter 870 Meet in advance
Shanghai, French Concession, International Hotel.
In a private room on the third floor, Chen Yang stood by the window, shaking a glass of red wine in his hand.
He had lived in this place for more than a year. At that time, he was still a small vendor, but now, he is regarded as a big traitor by the people of Shanghai.
In just a few years, Chen Yang climbed from an unknown little person to a well-known traitor. It seemed like a dream.
"Knock, knock, knock," there was a knock on the door, and then the door of the box was pushed open forcefully.
Miss Monica, the head waitress of the International Hotel, walked in slowly with a tall Soviet man.
"Mr. Chen, your guest is here." Monica placed her hands on her lower abdomen and bowed slightly to Chen Yang.
"Ms. Monica, thank you for your hard work." Chen Yang took out a five-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to Monica.
Monica's smile widened and she gave him five dollars, which was half a month's salary for her.
You have to know that the salary of female waiters is relatively low. Even the foreman only earns 300 French francs a month.
If it were a few years ago, three hundred French francs would indeed be a lot, but now, this money is of little use.
The official exchange rate is fifteen to one, but the credit of legal tender in the market has long collapsed, and five US dollars can be exchanged for about one hundred and seventy or eighty legal tenders.
"Mr. Chen, please call me if you need anything. I will arrange everything for you." Monica took the five-dollar tip with trembling hands and turned to leave the box.
"Minister Chen, I've heard a lot about you." Mogeev's Chinese was spoken very strangely, the kind of tone that you could immediately tell had a foreign accent.
"Mr. Moggev, please sit down." Chen Yang put the red wine on the table and raised his hand to invite the other party to sit down.
"Actually, I didn't want to meet you so early." Chen Yang picked up the vodka on the table and poured a glass for Mogeev.
"But now things are a little complicated, so I have to come to see you in advance."
Chen Yang was telling the truth. If he had not received the information about the Typhoon Project, Chen Yang would have planned to let Lin Tianbao complete the deal with the Jews first before meeting the Soviet agent.
But plans can never keep up with changes, and the Typhoon Project was a great gift that allowed it to quickly establish contact with Colonel Peter Suvalevsky of the International Military Intelligence Department of the Soviet Ministry of Internal Affairs.
Moreover, this intelligence is time-limited. Once the Soviets discover the combat intentions of the German Southern Army Group, the intelligence will be useless...
Mogeev picked up the wine glass in front of him, raised it high, and looked at Chen Yang through the liquid inside.
Judging from his actions, it seemed that he wanted to see through Chen Yang's true thoughts through the wine glass.
"Minister Chen, I'm very curious, why would someone of your status choose to cooperate with us?" Mogeyev quickly asked the doubts in his mind.
"Cooperation is naturally for the sake of profit." Chen Yang remained calm and smiled, "I am a businessman."
Mogeev was not surprised by Chen Yang's words. He drank the vodka in the glass in one gulp and said calmly, "I think I don't need to hide my identity in front of you, and you should also know my identity."
"In fact, the expedition team has studied your information for a long time before."
"General Bogonev thinks there's something fishy about you. You might be an undercover agent of some kind."
"However, as our investigation deepens, all evidence points to you being a businessman."
"The Red Party, Shancheng, Jinling Government, Japanese, French, British, etc., etc."
"You have done business with anyone who has power in the Shanghai Stock Exchange, and you did it openly. Even the Japanese support your business."
"You act very Jewish."
The corners of Chen Yang's mouth twitched. This curse was really dirty.
"Mr. Mogayev, are you insulting me?"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't use such words to evaluate your behavior." Mogeev seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing and quickly stood up to apologize.
"The Jews may do whatever they want, but we put integrity first." Chen Yang continued to pour wine for Mogeev and said slowly, "Otherwise, you wouldn't have the leisure to stay here for so long."
Mogeev sipped the wine in his glass and put it down. He said, "Minister Chen, are you here today to discuss the next drug deal with us?"
Chen Yang said slowly: "I heard from Boss Lin that Mr. Mogeev plans to ask for 10,000 boxes of penicillin this time?"
"Yes." Mogeev answered readily.
"We are already trying to raise funds for the medicines, but it seems that someone in your country is also trying to raise funds for the medicines," Chen Yang said with a smile, "and the price they offer is not low."
As he spoke, Chen Yang threw a report in front of Mogeyev.
Mogayev curiously opened the report. In addition to Chinese characters, the report also considerately used Soviet characters.
Mogeev took a quick glance and his expression instantly became solemn.
Chen Yang shook the red wine in his hand and said, "I have checked for you. The person who presided over this transaction is Joseph Kovic from the Ministry of Health."
"Five thousand cases of penicillin for five tons of gold."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this price is much higher than what I gave you."
"Bang." Mogayev slammed his fist on the table and gritted his teeth, "Damn squids, they are taking advantage of the situation and sucking the blood of us Bolsheviks in the name of war."
Chen Yang smiled and said, "As for the Jews, they are born for money, especially during wartime, which is the best time for them to make money."
"Although we are also doing business, we have principles. At least we will not take advantage of your country's misfortune and raise the price of medicine when it is hit by war."
Mogeev sighed and forced a smile, "I believe Minister Chen is sincere to us, but can the transaction be done faster?"
"You should know that the Soviet soldiers are fighting the enemy in the front line. We are in great need of medical support."
"Of course, but I think we can trade other things besides medicines." Chen Yang smiled and poured a glass of wine for the other party, saying, "For example, intelligence."
"Mr. Mogeev, don't forget that I am also a professional intelligence officer."
"Trade intelligence?" Mogeyev was stunned for a moment, then looked at Chen Yang for a moment and said, "Minister Chen, do you have any intelligence to trade with us?"
"From what I understand, you're not very good at intelligence work."
Chen Yang waved his hand and said, "That's just the surface. I can be in charge of the Jinling Special Agent Committee. Do they really want someone who knows nothing to be in charge of the intelligence agency?"
Mogeev took a big sip of wine, looked up at Chen Yang and said, "Minister Chen, what exactly are you going to do?"
Chen Yang said slowly: "Mr. Mogeev, I know you are an intelligence officer of the International Economic and Trade Department. If you want to know the detailed information, I think your position is not suitable."
"I want you to send a telegram to headquarters and ask someone professional to come, for example, Colonel Peter Suvalevsky of the International Military Intelligence Department..."