Almost at the same time, in the French Concession in Shanghai.

Chen Xiaojun, the sales department of Greater China Gray Factory, finished counting the accounts for the day and was about to go home from get off work when he suddenly heard the sound of a car brake outside.

"It's so late, and there is still business coming?" Chen Xiaojun raised his head in surprise.

After a while, the group pushed open the door to the sales department and entered directly.

Walking ahead was a middle-aged man in his early fifties, with a fat head and big ears and a squid face.

After seeing who was the person who was leading the way, Chen Xiaojun quickly stood up, greeted him with a smile on his face, and said, "President Yu, what kind of wind is blowing you?"

It turned out that this middle-aged man with a strong face was named Yu Yefeng. He was the second only to Du Huang and Zhang in Shanghai. Later, he followed Zhang Xiaolin to defect to the Japanese and became a traitor.

He also became the vice president of the New Asia Promotion Association.

"Vice President." Yu Yefeng snorted lightly and said, "Is Boss Liu not here?"

"What a coincidence." Chen Xiaojun said quickly, "Our boss went back to his hometown in Yinjiang."

"Boss Liu is really not here? But it doesn't matter." Yu Yefeng said, "It's the same with you."

Chen Xiaojun said carefully: "If it wasn't a big deal, I could still make the decision. I wonder what Vice President Yu has to ask me for?"

"It's a good thing, you don't need to walk on thin ice like this." Yu Yefeng said, "That's it. Didn't your Greater China Grain Factory have accumulated tens of thousands of tons of grey? I, Ye, have all of these greys."

"All it's included?" Chen Xiaojun said in surprise, "Vice President Yu, are you telling the truth?"

Although Chen Xiaojun is very despised by Yu Yefeng's character, it is one thing to dislike his character, but business is another thing. If Yu Yefeng is really willing to buy their inventory of dust, why not?

"Nonsense, of course it's true. I've brought all the cash checks!" After Yu Yefeng finished speaking, he slapped the check sheet on his desk and said, "As long as you nod, I'll sign the check for you now."

Chen Xiaojun was very moved and said, "Vice President Yu, then this price..."

"Don't worry!" Yu Yefeng said, "I will take advantage of you? Strictly according to the market price, you should be as much as you should, and you will definitely not be as much as you want!"

"Okay." Chen Xiaojun said, "If this happens, you can sign the contract now!"

"It's good to be happy." Yu Yefeng said, "Then please trouble Section Chief Chen to issue the goods order."

"Wait." After Chen Xiaojun finished speaking, he returned to his desk and wrote the shipping order. He accompanied Yu Yefeng to the Finance Department, signed the supply contract, and then accepted Yu Yefeng's cash check. The business was completed.

After seeing off Yu Yefeng and his party, Chen Xiaojun couldn't help but want to report the good news to Liu Hongsheng when he returned to the office.

Unfortunately, Chen Xiaojun didn't know whether Liu Hongsheng was in Yinjiang or his hometown in the countryside, and it was too late now, so he planned to wait until tomorrow.

But at this moment, the phone on the desk suddenly rang.

Is there someone calling so late? What a fucking thing today?

Chen Xiaojun grabbed the phone and said, "Hello, this is the sales department of the Greater China Gray Factory."

Liu Hongsheng's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Xiaojun, it's me, are you still working overtime?"

"Ah, it's Mr. Liu." Chen Xiaojun subconsciously stood up and said, "Mr. Liu, I want to report it to you."

"Oh, is there good news?" Liu Hongsheng on the other end of the phone said lightly, and said, "Tell me, what good news is there?"

Chen Xiaojun couldn't wait and said, "That's right, Mr. Liu, the 87,000 tons of malt in our inventory have been sold."

"What did you say? The stock of dust has been sold?" Liu Hongsheng on the other end of the phone seemed to be surprised, and he was a little caught off guard.

Chen Xiaojun uh and asked, "Mr. Liu, did I do something wrong?"

"Oh, you did nothing wrong. Just sell it." After saying that, Liu Hongsheng on the other end hung up the phone, but made Chen Xiaojun confused. What's going on?

...

Looking back, Zhong Yi was finally able to sleep well.

But when I woke up early in the morning, I heard the old man shouting outside, which sounded very human.

Zhong Yi immediately shouted to the outside, "Ergouzi, go poke me the old thorn outside. It was arguing early in the morning and even screaming like this, so why would you let me sleep?"

"Yes!" Ergouzi, who was on duty outside, agreed, immediately found a long bamboo pole, tied a bayonet to the top of the long bamboo pole, and stabbed the two old pikes that were parked on the branches of the neem tree outside.

However, Zhong Yi's reluctance finally couldn't sleep because a rickshaw hurried into the city government compound.

The one who came to the door early in the morning was either someone else, or Liu Hongsheng, the director of the Greater China Gray Factory, who just boasted to Zhong Yi last night.

"Mr. Liu, so early?" Zhong Yi was surprised when he welcomed Liu Hongsheng into the office, "Have you had breakfast?"

After a pause, Zhong Yi shouted to the door: "Ergouzi, go out to buy two pairs of big cakes and fried dough sticks, add two bowls of tofu, remember to add more onions."

"Okay." Ergouzi went there excitedly.

Liu Hongsheng said to Zhong Yi with a guilty look on his face: "Mayor Zhong, I really don't know what to say."

Seeing Liu Hongsheng's expression, Zhong Yi immediately cried out in his heart. Everyone said that it would be no good if he heard the old turtle scream. Could it be that something really happened?

Zhong Yi said: "Mr. Liu, what happened?"

Liu Hongsheng sighed and said, "That's right. Just last night, the more than 80,000 tons of dust in our Greater China Grain Factory were bought."

"Sold them all." Zhong Yi frowned and said, "It's okay, just sell it if you sell it."

"The problem is not here." Liu Hongsheng said again, "Mayor Zhong, haven't I told you before that I would help you buy the ash accumulated by various foreign companies in Shanghai? Last night, after I learned that the ash from our factory had been sold, I called each of the familiar foreign companies one by one, and guess what?"

Zhong Yi said sternly: "No, they sold all their ashes, right?"

"It's true." Liu Hongsheng said in annoyance, "I sold them all!"

"This is amazing." Zhong Yi said, "How come the backlog of foreign companies can be hundreds of thousands of tons of foreign ash? Who has such a fucking energy to buy all the foreign ash overnight? Besides, foreign ash is not like food. If you don't build a house, what's the use of buying so much foreign ash?"

Liu Hongsheng said: "This matter is a bit strange, I also think it's a bit strange."
Chapter completed!