There is no one. The door is locked.

Pry, smash, open, and immediately smell some strange smell.

frown.

Isn’t that smoke?

Good guy, they actually store tobacco there.

Yuan Zheng is also asking for his life...

Oh, I made a mistake in time and space. This is not 1935. Smoke and soil are nothing at all.

If not in later generations, in China, anyone caught with poison would be shot. But in that era, if I had a certain degree of power, I could do the opium business.

I saw that the Kong family, the Ministry of Finance's warehouse, all stored tobacco!

Some other forces even used cigarettes as military expenses. They had no money to pay the military, so they simply gave each person a pack of cigarettes. The Guizhou Army had done this before.

Soldiers must take a few puffs before going into battle. Otherwise, they will have no motivation.

Smoking harms people, but does it really make money?

Apart from arms, it is the most profitable.

"It doesn't look like foreigners." Cao Mengqi took out some to check.

"The Moon Spy also chooses good things!" Zhang Yong sneered.

The so-called foreign soil is transported back from abroad. It mainly refers to India, which is the base camp of tobacco production.

Because the raw materials are good and the refining technology is high, the price of foreign soil is relatively more expensive. One kilogram can be sold in hundreds of oceans.

It’s unclear what the market situation is now. Anyway, when the Ministry of Finance warehouse was stolen, the price was almost the same.

He doesn't like smoke.

That thing hurts people.

Moreover, it cannot be used as cash directly. I really need to change my mind.

Roughly counting the quantity, there are about 3,000 kilograms, which is not a lot. They are all packaged. A bag of ten kilograms is about three hundred bags.

Grit your teeth.

Damn it, three thousand catties.

Is it really awesome? Then it’s more than 300,000 yuan!

How come there are so many of them?

Wasn't he a pirate? He got so much smoke? Was he the one who did it behind the scenes?

"somebody is coming!"

Suddenly, Yuan Zheng came to report in a hurry.

Zhang Yong took a look and found several cars coming outside. The map prompts all showed red dots.

After waiting for the car to enter the dock, Zhang Yong found that the other party was very strange. He was actually a foreigner. Was he American? British? Or not?

After the wrong party entered the dock, they immediately headed towards Warehouse No. 34.

Zhang Yong was confused.

What are those guys doing?

I secretly increased my vigilance and discovered that the wrong party did not bring heavy weapons.

Well, there are leg guns. No submachine guns. And no rifles.

Keep calm.

Wait for the wrong party to come closer.

Soon, those foreigners came to Zhang Yong.

There are nine people in Yeyi.

"Me, Mr. Jin?" The leader of the foreigners, blond and blue-eyed, said to Zhang Yong in unskilled Chinese.

"Do I..." Zhang Yong hesitated to speak.

"He's Ta Navarro. He's from Italy. They made an appointment in advance to trade on the spot at Warehouse No. 34."

"Well……"

"He brought the money. Where are the things?"

"What do I ask for?"

"The smoke is good. He wants to inspect the goods."

"knew."

Zhang Yong answered slowly.

Why did Ming Hongjin Sanyan insist on returning to the dock?

He made an appointment with someone and asked for a deal there. It turned out that Jin Sanyan was dead. The person who made the deal came. It was a mistake.

So many coincidences...

However, when I met him, I had no doubt that he was in the wrong.

Is it incredible?

Doesn’t the wrong party know Jin Sanyan?

Is it really nonsense?

Alas, since the wrong party didn't see through, he was happy to pretend to be stupid.

Trading tobacco?

Okay. Let's see what price I offer.

Ask someone to bring a few packets of cigarettes to the wrong person and give them to the wrong bitch. Of course there will be no problem.

I am very satisfied with the quality of Tanavarro Tobacco.

"That's five thousand dollars. He asked for all my goods." The Italian said boldly.

"What? Five thousand dollars?" Zhang Yong was stunned on the spot.

Italian brother, do I think he is stupid?

How about three thousand kilograms of opium of good quality? Each kilogram is worth hundreds of oceans.

Three thousand catties, three hundred thousand oceans. Converted to US dollars, it is at least sixty or seventy thousand. I actually gave him five thousand US dollars? Did he really thank me?

Even if we don't let Mussolini come, we can't have that kind of price.

What nonsense! Don’t ask for anything!

"One hundred thousand dollars." Zhang Yong also gave a sky-high price.

"Eight thousand." Tanavaro looked unhappy.

"Ninety-eight thousand."

"Ten thousand."

"Ninety-five thousand."

"Ten thousand.

Tanavaro always insisted on $10,000.

Zhang Yong:……

Damn it, that Italian guy. Is he really crazy?

His goods are worth 60,000 to 70,000 U.S. dollars, and I will give him 10,000 U.S. dollars? Believe it or not, he will bury me now?

Take a deep breath.

Be patient and continue to bargain hard with the wrong party.

The business must be completed even if it suffers a little loss. Collect the money first, and then find a way to destroy the tobacco.

Of course, if Italians cannot transport it back to their own country, that's fine.

I just ask not to harm the people of the country, and let me do whatever else I want.

"Mr. Tanavaro, I want so much tobacco, where are you going to sell it?"

"He begged to be transported back to Sicily."

"oh?"

Zhang Yong's expression changed.

Sicily? That place has a story!
Chapter completed!