Zhang Yong inquired about the details of the office.

Mei Lu told him that this was also a temporary decision made by Minister Anderson.

Therefore, the specific details need to wait until later.

But one thing is certain. That is, as long as Zhang Yong eliminates the Japanese spies in Kailuan Coal Mine, the British will not treat him badly.

Self-funded.

Own equipment.

Self-employed personnel.

The British are not responsible for any specific affairs. But they can give Zhang Yong some privileges.

What privilege?

It is equivalent to the privileges of British diplomatic envoys.

Including but not limited to free entry and exit of the British Concession, etc.

"oh?"

Zhang Yong's eyes lit up.

This seems to be very important.

Because there is also a British Concession in Shanghai. The management there is stricter.

Mainly because there was a Japanese assistant to the police chief. What was his name? I forgot. That guy controlled the patrol room.

If you enter using the identity of the Fuxing Society's Secret Service, you will definitely be faced with difficulties.

However, it should be much more convenient if you use the identity of the Kailuan Coal Mine Office to enter. The Japanese may not know it at all.

right!

Yes. This is very important. It must be confirmed repeatedly.

There is no room for error.

"Can I freely enter and leave the British Concession in Shanghai?"

"sure."

"are you sure?"

"I have asked you just now. Minister Anderson promised that it is absolutely possible. Otherwise, you can call him directly."

"That's no problem."

Zhang Yong nodded. As expected of his own woman, she grasped the key points.

Tianjin Wei's British concession is not important. What is important is the public concession in Shanghai. He may need to handle many affairs there in the future. It is very important to have a legal identity.

"Then I will reply to Minister Anderson."

"No. Wait. I'll reply later tonight."

"That's fine!"

Mei Lu understood what he meant.

This guy is obviously interested, but he still wants to raise the price.

Deliberately waiting until evening to reply so that I don't look so cheap. This is the Chinese people's thick and dark knowledge. It's a pity that the British don't follow this trick.

For the British, as long as you agree, it will be fine. They will not raise the price.

"Ring ring ring..."

"Ring ring ring..."

Suddenly a phone rang.

Mei Lu looked at the phone and then at Zhang Yong. Are you looking for him?

Zhang Yong stood up and went to answer the phone.

Who called?

Will Yuan Wenhui?

Haha, this grandson is finally willing to meet the second uncle?

Come……

Your second uncle gives you a kick!

Pick up the phone.

The result was a strange voice. It was sure. I had never heard it before.

"Is this Mr. Zhang Yong?"

"Yes. I'm Zhang Yong, from the Fuxing Society Secret Service. Any advice?"

"I'm from the British Chamber of Commerce."

"British Chamber of Commerce?"

Zhang Yong turned his head and waved to Mei Lu.

Mei Lu then stood up, walked over and stood beside him.

"Yes. From the British Chamber of Commerce."

"Are you looking for me?"

"According to the wishes of the Minister, I have a batch of goods that I want to give to you."

"What kind of goods?"

"The address is at Dagukou Pier. Yinglun Port. Warehouse No. 17. You can pick it up yourself!"

"what exactly is it……"

Before Zhang Yong could finish speaking, the other party hung up the phone.

Obviously, this made Zhang Yong very unhappy. He immediately called and scolded him.

Damn you, are you in a hurry to be reincarnated before you finish speaking? Are you going to turn into a pig? Wait, I won’t call you a bloody bitch!

British Chamber of Commerce!

Is the British Chamber of Commerce great?

Mud...

As a result, Mei Lu gently held his hand, and his anger slowly dissipated.

"It's arms!" Mei Lu whispered in his ear.

"What?" Zhang Yong was stunned.

arms?

Is there such a good thing?

When did the British become so generous that they were willing to send arms to themselves?

"It's equipment for a battalion."

"What?"

Zhang Yong was stunned again.

She looked at Mei Lu suspiciously, not quite believing it.

Equipment for a battalion! No joke. That is quite valuable.

The salary the British offer themselves is only five hundred pounds a month. How can they be willing to give themselves a battalion of equipment?

impossible!

There is a conspiracy.

His eyes were shining brightly, staring at Mei Lu.

Mei Lu bit her lip lightly. She felt that this guy must have had random thoughts.

Isn’t it just the bridal chamber? I’m so anxious...

He whispered: "I know that Warehouse No. 17. I went there before. There are many rifles and light machine guns in it."

"Really?" Zhang Yong's eyes sparkled.

In this case, the guy just now was not deceiving himself.

Mei Lu then introduced it in detail.

All are light weapons. There are no heavy weapons.

There are no heavy machine guns.
To be continued...