Bright Sword: Technology is the primary productive force in war

Chapter 205 Big Nose Charles

The next morning, Chen Yan was washing dishes when Li San walked in from outside.

"San'er, what have you been doing so early in the morning? Come and have something to eat," Chen Yan did not stop washing his hands and poked his head out of the kitchen.

"Brother, I'm going out to do something."

"Then you have to take care of your health and eat a full breakfast," Chen Yan said with some blame.

"Oh," Li San took a bowl of porridge and sat down.

"By the way, what were you busy with this morning?"

"Brothers, pass the message. There is news about military equipment on the black market."

"What?" Li San was eating so fast that Chen Yan didn't quite hear what he said.

"I-said-there is news about the military equipment."

Something about military equipment?

Damn, such an important thing.

Chen Yan quickly put down the dishes he was washing.

clang!

Ah!

What the hell!

......

Chen Yan walked out in a hurry and kicked the door frame. The pain made him hold his foot with a grim look on his face.

At the same time, he kept cursing: "No matter how big the problem is, you still eat it. Don't you care?"

Li San's eyes were full of resentment: "Didn't you ask me to eat it?"

"How dare you talk back?" Chen Yan said as he kicked Li San on the butt again.

clang!

Ah!

What the hell!

......

This time, Chen Yan kicked directly on the chair where Li San was sitting, with all ten toes connected to his heart. At this time, beads of sweat the size of beans began to flow down uncontrollably.

Looking at Chen Yan's painful expression, Li San seemed to feel the heart-wrenching pain.

"Brother, there's no rush. Let's meet at ten o'clock in the morning."

"Oh, take your time eating, I understand."

Looking at Chen Yan's limping back, Li San always felt a little sad.

"Brother, are you okay?"

"It's okay, this is my destiny and I can handle it."

Not long after he left, a wailing sound came from Chen Yan's bedroom: "Ah~".

.......

At ten o'clock in the morning, Chen Yan and his group appeared in front of the door of Charles Trading Company in the International Settlement in dressed in formal attire.

Looking at the British Gothic architectural style of the building's exterior, Chen Yan couldn't help but sigh: "The International Settlement is truly a lawless place."

The century-long history of concessions is not only a history of humiliation for China, but also a history of development.

The International Settlement was a local self-government body for the American and British expatriates. It was not directly managed by any foreign consul, and of course the Chinese had no right to manage it. The Municipal Council was the administrative body of the International Settlement, similar to the government within the concession, with police and prisons.

The administrative system of the French Concession was completely different from that of the International Settlement. The French Concession was jointly managed by the French Consul General in Shanghai and the Shanghai French Concession Municipal Council.

In other words, on the territory of China, the laws of our great China are just a piece of waste paper, and this state of a country within a country has lasted for nearly a hundred years. Even some Chinese people are not worthy of entering the concession.

Chen Yan looked at the plaque of Charles Company expressionlessly, and felt a slight pain on his face.

Finally, he said helplessly: "Let's go, the time is up, let's go in."

Chen Yan was dressed in an extraordinary manner today, a perfectly tailored black suit, which made him look tall and mighty. The suit had smooth lines and fit his figure perfectly, revealing a confident and elegant aura.

With his right hand he held Tang Rui, who was wearing a purple cheongsam. Her curly hair was fashionable and charming, her almond-shaped eyes were full of ancient charm, she wore pearl earrings and a wide-brimmed hat, which made her look more dignified and beautiful with a white veil.

As soon as I stepped into the business, I was greeted by a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, dressed in a long robe, and with a scholarly temperament.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Chen?"

Chen Yan extended his right hand like a gentleman and said, "Hello, I am."

"Hello, Mr. Chen, I am Mr. Tang, the comprador of Charles & Co. Our manager, Mr. Charles, is waiting for you upstairs, please follow me."

Mr. Tang seemed to be a polite person, and Chen Yan had a good first impression of him.

Tang Sheng was the seller that Li San found on the black market, or the middleman. Because the actual seller was Charles Trading Company, but Chen Yan never expected that the middleman Tang Sheng actually worked for Charles Trading Company.

Chen Yan did not show his surprise. He smiled and nodded, saying, "Thank you for leading the way, Mr. Tang."

They came to an office deep on the second floor. The room was bright and clean, with a clock on the wall, a brown leather sofa, and a large desk, full of European decorative style.

As soon as they stepped into the room, a foreigner with a high nose bridge, thick blond hair, blue eyes and high cheekbones greeted them warmly in fluent Chinese.

"Oh, I wonder if you are the respected Mr. Chen? Welcome."

After greeting Chen Yan, the foreigner greeted Tang Rui enthusiastically, "Madam, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"Thank you," Tang Rui smiled sweetly, which seemed to make the foreigner forget herself a little.

"Mr. Chen, please take a seat. I have some excellent green tea here. I'd like to invite you to taste it.

I particularly like your Chinese tea, I think it is the best drink in the world, Viregood! .

Hahaha...".

Chen Yan seemed calm as water, but in fact he was speechless and even panicked inside.

He didn't expect this foreigner to be so enthusiastic about his Chinese identity. He was even a little too enthusiastic and a little too familiar.

This is still in the concession. Has the Chinese social status improved?

Before he had time to think more, the foreign man spoke again:

"Mr. Chen, my name is William Charles, I'm an American, and I don't know your name yet."

Because they were looking for the source of goods in the black market in the early stage, no one would reveal their true identity. Charles only knew that the buyer's surname was Chen, and Chen Yan only knew that he was negotiating with Charles's company, and he knew nothing else.

Listening to Charles introducing himself first, Chen Yan naturally would not let the other party have any doubts.

"Hello, Mr. Charles, my name is Chen Daliang."

The name Chen Daliang was a cover identity obtained by the commander through the Shanghai underground party comrades before coming to Shanghai. The original Chen Daliang really existed, he was a businessman, and his hometown was also in Shanxi, but he was dead, and his death was silent, and there was no evidence.

"Oh, it's Mr. Daliang, nice to meet you. Let me introduce you, this is Mr. Tang, my comprador and also my most capable assistant."

Chen Yan nodded towards Tang Sheng as a polite gesture.

"Mr. Daliang, it is all thanks to Mr. Tang that we can cooperate with you this time. As far as we know, you want a batch of military production lines, which is no problem at all. But I want to know which weapons production lines you want, and we can talk about it in detail."

Chen Yan frowned and looked at Charles with some concern.

He didn't expect Charles to be so direct. After all, it was an arms business, and it was a production line. Wasn't this big-nosed guy curious about my origins and the purpose of buying things?

Is this kind of thing a normal business?

Is this a trap?