Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 352: Shanghai Building (3)

"I don't understand what you mean, Vincent. Didn't the middleman tell you clearly before?" Welbe immediately sank his face, his expression a little unhappy.

Zhang Weixin laughed again, he took a puff of cigarette, and then spit a ball of smoke into the chandelier.

"King Charles is indeed my old friend. I trust him like my own brother. But the question is, why should I trust you, my friend Tony." Zhang Weixin lifted his chin and used the corner of his eye. Glancing at the white people around him.

"If you agree to this deal, I believe you will soon feel our sincerity." Welbey's expression relaxed, and a gentle smile appeared on his face again.

"We? So you are not the backstage boss?" Zhang Weixin sat upright, tapping his fingers on the table.

"Of course not. I think you've seen it a long time ago, Vincent." Welbey pulled the white porcelain ashtray on the table in front of him, then brushed the ash gracefully: "I'm just a Representative, so you don’t have to continue this ridiculous and time-wasting trial game. Dear Vincent, you can openly explain what is wrong."

"Then do you have the power to call the shots of these transactions?" Zhang Weixin frowned slightly.

"No problem at all, I have the full authority above." Welbey replied with open palms.

Zhang Weixin turned his head and glanced at Chen Donglai, who was sitting on the other side. When he turned his head, his face was full of enthusiastic smiles: "I understand, Tony."

Zhang Weixin made a gesture, and Chen Donglai pulled out a kraft paper envelope from under the table and placed it on the table.

"I Xingyitang did this transaction, but..." Zhang Weixin pressed the envelope with his fingers, and stared at Welbey's eyes: "The terms we offered..."

"I have promised you a certain number, and if the two parties cooperate well in the early stage, we can also consider increasing the amount of the transaction." Welby pinched out the cigarette butts in the ashtray, and then opened the carry-on Briefcase, pulled out a stack of documents from it.

"This is the identity document of the first batch of twenty people. As long as the last step is completed, the Angel Island will be released immediately." Welbey said according to the document.

"Hahaha, I really started to like you, Tony." Zhang Weixin grinned, and then pushed the kraft paper envelope in front of Verbe.

"This is the person you want. It fully meets your requirements. If there is no problem, I will send him to you tonight. You can rest assured that Xingyitang does things." Zhang Weixin filmed Speaking of the chest.

"I want to take a look first." Welby opened the envelope and pulled out a registration form from the inside. The official seal of the San Francisco City Government and Police Department was also stamped under the form, as if it was from the government. same.

"Okajima Rokuro (Rokuro Okajima)?" Welbey raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Weixin.

"The English name is Locke Okakima, you can call him Locke." Zhang Weixin pointed to the document and said.

"Where is his real name?" Welbe put the paper on the table.

"His real name is Zhang Xing, 22 years old this year, from Panyu, and Donglai is a hometown." Zhang Weixin raised his thumb and pointed to the white paper fan beside him.

"He was born in Los Angeles. His parents died in a traffic accident when he was six years old. Then he was adopted by a Japanese immigrant who lived next door to their home." Chen Donglai introduced.

"The Japanese surnamed Dashan, and he opened a shoe-making workshop in the urban area to make leather shoes for the wealthy people there." Zhang Weixin interjected.

"The mountain is not good for Zhang Xing. He just wants a free servant. In addition to serving the Futian family, Zhang Xing usually works in the workshop during the day."

Chen Donglai lightly shook the paper fan and picked up the teacup from the table: "Five years after being adopted by Dashan, when Zhang Xing was eleven years old, he escaped from that family because he couldn’t stand Dashan’s abuse. . He was worried about being caught back, so he sneaked on a train bound for San Francisco, and then went all the way to Chinatown."

"The six-year-old child has been able to remember many things. His father once told him inadvertently that a relative opened a drug store in San Francisco's Chinatown, and he remembered them all in his heart." Zhang Weixin added.

"At that time, he didn't even know the name and surname of that uncle, so he went to look for him one by one. In fact, his relative returned to China a few years ago, and the biopharmaceutical shop had already given it to others. How can you find it in Chinatown?" Chen Donglai, the white paper fan, shook his head and said with emotion.

"Just when he was living on the street, he happened to meet our former hall master. The old man had a good heart. He felt that this kid had something to do with him, so he took him into Xingyi Hall." Zhang Weixin pinched in the ashtray. Put out the cigarette butts.

"At that time, there were beggars everywhere in Chinatown. It would be nice to have a full meal. The old hall master even paid for him to read and read. It is really..." Chen Donglai's tone was full Nostalgia: "Finally, he was also striving, and he went on to study until he graduated from high school."

"Later, the old hall master got older and wanted Ye Luo to return to his roots, so he passed on the position of the hall master to me and took his family back to his home in Foshan. Originally, he wanted to take Zhang Xing with him, but then I was worried that it would delay my child's future, so I gave up this plan." Zhang Weixin added.

"After graduating from high school, he has been working as a salesman for an American hardware company. Because he speaks fluent Japanese and is familiar with Japanese living habits, he often sells in the Japanese community. Those Japanese expats think He is also Japanese." Chen Dong said.

"Does he know the risks behind this incident? What we don't need is a skilled salesman." Welby took out the cigarette case and handed it to Zhang Weixin.

"He knows very well in his heart, he should be..." Zhang Weixin picked up a cigarette and turned his face to look at the white paper fan.

"What I need is..." Welbey lit the cigarette in his mouth with a lighter: "The kind of "dead man" you Chinese call.

"Trust me, he is the "dead man" you want." Zhang Weixin pointed at the document with his finger: "Last year there was news that the old hall master passed away and was killed by the Japanese."

"The Japanese insisted that the old hall master was acting as a spy for the government, but the whole family didn't let it go...Even the ancestral hall dedicated to the ancestors was burnt." Zhang Donglai slammed the paper fan hard. Looking at the desktop, his face was full of indignation.

"So this young man, wants to avenge the old hall master?"

Welbey breathed out smoke and said: "Hate is not enough. I need to talk to this young man in person."

"No problem, then make an appointment tonight. Should I go to your hotel or book a place here." Zhang Weixin asked.

"Choose a place in Chinatown, it's set at seven o'clock in the evening." Welbey pushed the pile of identity documents in front of Zhang Weixin.

"Take these documents now, and you can pick them up the day after tomorrow." Welby said with a smile.

At this time, the door was pushed open~IndoMTL.com~ The brawny bodyguard who just went out came in with a waiter with a tray.

"This is the coffee you want, sir." The waiter put the tray on the edge of the table, and then put the coffee pot and cups on the plate and the small cans of condensed milk and sugar one by one in Welby's before.

"Brother, the dessert you want will be delivered soon." The waiter put the empty tray under his arm and reported to Zhang Weixin respectfully.

"Well, go out." Zhang Weixin waved his hand impatiently.

"This is only the first step in our transaction. As I said, you will see our sincerity." Welbey poured himself a cup of coffee and scooped up a spoonful of sugar with a small spoon.

"Xingyitang is the same, and he will never disappoint his true good friends." Zhang Weixin passed the stack of documents to Zhang Donglai.

"Then, I wish us a happy cooperation." Welbe held up the coffee cup.

PS: Sorry, it is one day late.