Crossing the spy war, my code name is God of Wealth

Chapter 470 Fehrman's Request

Shanghai Stock Exchange, Zhabei District, Mattelon Trading Company.

Bernard had been feeling somewhat disturbed since the phone call.

Feldman had worked with Chen Yang before, and Chen Yang had contacted Feldman at the instruction of Li Xianshu.

However, because Chen Yang was not in charge of intelligence work, the matter was taken over by people from the consulate after a brief contact.

Afterwards, of course, it was not very pleasant.

As a German intelligence officer, Feldmann revealed some Soviet intelligence with the intention of using it to tie down Soviet military forces in Japan.

Unexpectedly, the Japanese are all talk and no action.

Some minor setbacks on the battlefield in the Far East made them give up their plans to advance northward.

After providing so much information and getting this result, it's no wonder he doesn't want to see Chen Yang again.

However, the situation is different now. After Germany launched the war, it needs a large amount of resource supplies.

The ore in Chen Yang's hands is the strategic material they need.

These things are important to Germany's future war efforts.

Knock, knock, knock. Secretary Jenny knocked on the door and said, "Mr. Bernard, Mr. Feldman sent an invitation. Please pass it to Mr. Chen Yang."

Bernard was instantly delighted and agreed? However, when he saw the address on the invitation, he was stunned for no reason.

"Shanghai Jockey Club, second floor, room v1107."

Why would Feldman invite the other party to the Jockey Club?

Shanghai Stock Exchange, racecourse.

This is where the future Shanghai People's Park and People's Square will be located.

The racecourse in Shanghai was jointly developed by shareholders, most of whom were British, and the capital was provided by several big foreign companies.

The chairman of the racecourse committee was Johnson, the boss of Jardine Matheson. After Johnson returned to the United States, Pan Erge, the boss of Xiangmao Matheson, took over. The committee members included Clark, the boss of Shell Matheson, Lars, who owned a large amount of real estate in Shanghai, Maris, and Sassoon, an opium dealer.

Chen Yang slowly walked into the luxurious VIP room on the second floor of the racecourse with the invitation.

In that era when stocks were not yet developed, horse racing and lottery were the most profitable tools for businessmen to make money.

The racetrack owner amassed a fortune from horse racing gambling.

The Jockey Club only organizes horse racing and does not supply horses. All participating horses are privately raised by their owners.

The Jockey Club's income, in addition to ticket sales, mainly comes from the commission from horse racing betting.

In the earliest days, the racecourse adopted the method of posting a fixed amount of lottery tickets. The owner of each gambling stall would pay a deposit to the racecourse and then set up a stall to gamble. The stall owner was responsible for the profit and loss, while the racecourse collected the profits.

After 1932, in order to pursue more profits, British directors issued various lotteries before horse racing and acted as bookmakers themselves.

"Mr. Chen, welcome, welcome." Feldman wore white gloves, a single golden eyeglass frame on his nose, and his clothes looked extremely gorgeous.

When going to places like the racecourse, one does need a certain amount of packaging in order to gain the respect of others.

"Mr. Feldman, I'm a little confused as to why you chose to invite me here."

"Ha," Feldman chuckled and said, "You are not the one who likes to win big with a small investment. I think this place is very suitable for us to discuss things."

Chen Yang had a smile on his face, but he kept wondering in his heart whether Feldman had any other purpose in inviting him here.

"Mr. Chen, have a drink." Fairmont walked to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of brandy.

"This is good wine. If you hadn't come, I wouldn't have been willing to drink it. Do you want to add ice cubes?" As Feldman said this, he had already opened the cork.

"Add a little more." Chen Yang took the wine glass handed to him by Feldman, shook it slightly for a moment and sighed, "Actually, I don't drink very well. I tend to talk nonsense when I drink too much."

"Nonsense, Mr. Chen is really good at joking." Feldman said with a smile: "How can you call your words nonsense in your position?"

"Well, it seems that we don't need to talk about these meaningless topics anymore." Chen Yang took a sip and said seriously: "In fact, the purpose of my invitation to Mr. Feldman this time is entrusted by the Expeditionary Force Command."

"We want to buy the latest submarine designs from Germany."

"How straightforward! Mr. Chen is still so decisive in his work." Feldman didn't seem surprised at all.

Feldman shook the wine glass in his hand and said, "In fact, before you, Nobuyuki Nakajima from the Japanese Consulate in Shanghai had already contacted us."

“But our answer is no.”

"However, if it is you, Mr. Chen, who made this request, I think it can be considered."

Chen Yang's heart skipped a beat. Feldman would definitely not be so kind as to agree if someone else came to negotiate.

"So, what are Mr. Feldman's conditions?" Chen Yang didn't have time to play guessing games with the other party and asked the key question directly.

"Penicillin." Feldman said the words slowly.

Sure enough, Chen Yang knew that his premonition was correct. This old guy was really thinking about penicillin.

"Mr. Feldman, you must be mistaken." Chen Yang shrugged and said, "I am here to discuss cooperation on behalf of the Expeditionary Force Headquarters."

“The medicines are not theirs.”

Feldman said with a smile: "What's the big deal? As long as you agree to cooperate with us to build a penicillin pharmaceutical factory, we can apply to Marshal Goering to sell you the design drawings of the new submarine."

"Of course, these are two businesses."

"For the pharmaceutical factory, we can provide the funds and the site. You only need to provide the drug patent, and you can keep 30% of the profits."

"Mr. Feldman, you are an excellent intelligence officer, but in my opinion, not a good businessman."

Chen Yang shook his head and said, "Do you know how high the price of penicillin is now?"

"Do you know what the three words 'special medicine' mean?"

"If you think you can get rid of me with 30% of the profit, then you are thinking too simply."

"To be honest, I have the funds and the patents. If that's the case, why should I cooperate with you and only get 30% of the profit?"

Feldman was slightly stunned, with an uneasy expression on his face.

"How much do you want?"

Chen Yang smiled and said, "It's not impossible to cooperate, but I must own at least 51% of the shares."

"This is impossible. Your requirements are too high." The price Chen Yang quoted shocked Feldman.

Chen Yang smiled and shook his head and said, "Mr. Feldman, I don't think this price is high at all."

"You haven't realized the value of this drug yet, so you have such concerns."

"If you are really sincere about cooperating, I need you to provide me with land for the pharmaceutical factory. As for the funding, I can solve it myself."

"But the issue of shares is not negotiable."

"As for the submarine design, you should also know that I am just a middleman. Failure or success will not have much impact on me."

"Okay, I'll go first, you can think about it slowly."