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Chapter 230(1/2)

This reason is very reasonable.

Chen Zhen has not yet given birth to an heir, which is a major event for the single-generation Chen family.

Although the Chen family does not have the throne to inherit, their family does have the title of head of the family to inherit.

After all, this pile of white money cannot be handed over to someone with a foreign surname to inherit.

Although according to Manchu custom, a man is not allowed to have children before he marries his wife. He must marry his wife for three years before he can take a concubine.

Of course, it was gone early in the morning. Manchukuo is a monogamous country and does not allow concubines.

But this is a blind man’s myopic glasses, a decoration.

These children from aristocratic families are still having fun, and the Ministry of Justice is turning a blind eye, pretending not to see them.

After all, they are all big relationships within small relationships, and they are all acquaintances, so it is indeed difficult to deal with them.

"Director Chen, this is what they said!"

"In the monitoring room, there are many people from the telecommunications department of the Mutou Organization. You can't kill them all!" Han Youjie said with a smile, and his words were all warnings.

Chen Zhen curled his lips disdainfully and said coldly: "Japanese personnel have a high status, but they also have a reputation."

"In addition, there are many ways to kill people, and they don't always go in with a white knife and come out with a red knife."

"Give me a room without monitors. This is also a way of caring for an old friend!"

Chen Zhen showed no mercy at all and pierced the window paper directly.

"Okay!" Han Youjie saw that Chen Zhen was unwilling to do anything, so she could only nod in agreement.

Chen Zhen greeted Yu Qiuyan to come out of the bathroom, and the three of them walked out of the room together.

The space on the third floor is larger and belongs to the master room.

Chen Zhen spent a long time choosing a room with a large balcony and a separate study room in the room.

"This is it."

"Is it easy to talk? Let's talk about business!"

Chen Zhen pulled up a chair and sat on it, then took out a cigarette and gave one away. When Han Youjie waved his hand to refuse, he lit it alone and then asked.

Han Youjie nodded, turned on the record player on the bookshelf, took out a record at random, put it on, put the stylus on, and let the music resound through the entire study.

"it's OK now!"

"There is one in the study that cannot be removed no matter what."

"This is also your protection."

"Tell me, what happened in business?"

Han Youjie leaned against the pillar and asked calmly.

He took a long puff of the cigarette, and after two or three seconds, he exhaled an irregular cloud of smoke. At the same time, he also noticed the greedy look in Han Youjie's eyes.

"My client wants another thirty boxes of anti-inflammatory drugs."

"I've already prepared the goods."

"But, they made another excessive request!".

"What's too much to ask for?"

The Chen family, whose hands and eyes could reach the sky, felt that the request was too much, and Han Youjie was very curious.

"It's nothing, I just want to buy 3,000 Type 38 rifles and 50 boxes of grenades."

"You don't need to transport it to Tianjin, just send it to Chahar!" Chen Zhen said nonchalantly.

Three thousand Type 38 rifles!

Fifty boxes of grenades!

This is enough to equip a regiment. This is no longer an excessive request, it is a sky-high asking price!

Now that Chahar has returned to Song Zheyuan, the 29th Route Army is adjusting its defenses and preparing to build it as its hometown.

These arms, if you think about it, are also for them!

"This business is really big!"

"It's not difficult to get these arms, but how to transport them out is a big problem!" Han Youjie said with difficulty.

Those who forget their lives when they see small profits and cherish their lives when they seek big things are talking about people like Han Youjie.

An unworthy guy!

Chen Zhen cursed in his heart, but did not feel any embarrassment in his mouth. His face was full of regret, and he pretended to be helpless and said: "Since Director Han is afraid, then forget it."

"What a pity for this deal, what a pity for ten large yellow croakers!".

Hearing the ten large yellow croakers, Han Youjie's little thoughts came to life again.

In the war years, gold bars were the hard currency. They were easy to carry and fairly exchangeable. They were a must-have for home travel and escape.

"Director Han, I remember that you have several groups of old men with beards hiding in Xiaoxing'an Mountains."

"Let them send them over the mountain. It is safe and appropriate!"

"I don't know what you think!"

Chen Zhen took advantage of Han Youjie's confusion and pretended to just think of it, then came up with a bad idea.

It would be a good idea to transport it from Xiaoxinganling.

Although the Xing'an Army controlled various passes and locked the main transportation routes, it was to prevent supplies from flowing out of Manchuria.

However, chickens don't pee, they all have their own ways.

In the Greater and Lesser Khingan Mountains, there are many trees and high mountains, and there are many small roads inside, which are secrets of the merchant gangs. You can go directly to Chahar.

"It's not impossible, but if a large batch of arms is not escorted by a safe person, problems may arise."

"You know, the old men in the mountains also lack food and clothing, and they don't have enough to do."

"When your eyes turn red, you might take it for yourself!"

Han Youjie quickly got into the mood and began to care about the safety of these guns.

This is true, legal ethics is for law-abiding citizens.

Now that everyone is a beard, there is no moral bottom line at all.

When Chen Zhen was a child, he heard stories about the heroic deeds of some Jianghu people.

But after listening to it again and again, I didn't find anything worthwhile.

Those so-called charlatans, murderers and arsonists do everything.

But it is said to the outside world that people cannot help themselves when they are in the arena.

Chen Zhen has never understood what kind of arena they are talking about.

Since domestic beards are unreliable, let alone foreign ones.

"You think of a way, ten big yellow croakers!"

"If this were brought to Hawaii, it would be enough to buy two to three hundred acres of land!"

Chen Zhen smiled and looked at Yu Qiuyan who was sitting by the window. Looking at her delicate face, he urged Han Youjie to quickly find a way to complete this business.

Han Youjie was also extremely troubled. She raised her head and was about to describe the difficulty of this business, but she saw Chen Zhen's eyes fixed on the woman outside the window.

She had seen such affectionate eyes before, on that damn man in her family.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Melancholy, mixed with joy, it seems that a woman will fall deeply into it as long as she takes one look at it.

Like a crazy horse falling into a swamp, struggling to blend in.

"Ahem!"

"Let's talk business! Focus!"

Han Youjie stretched out her hand with a wicked smile and waved it in front of Chen Zhen's eyes, reminding him not to be too blatant.

Chen Zhen doesn't care much about other people's opinions. He has always been like this.

He turned around and said to Han Youjie: "I'll leave this matter to you to think about when you get older."

"If you have figured out how to transport the goods, just tell me so that I can have people prepare for loading in advance!".

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

There was a knock on the room door.

A middle-aged man in police uniform walked in, saluted Han Youjie and Chen Zhen, and said, "Director Han, Director Chen."

"The meal is ready in the restaurant. I would like to invite you two to come down and have a meal." After saying that, he exited the door.

"Okay, I'll study this matter carefully."

"I'll give you an answer as soon as possible."
To be continued...
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