Chapter 29 29. Far East intelligence market

The Marlinsky Café is located at the west end of London Road. It is a three-storey building with a brick and wood structure.This place was originally built to open a hotel, but the British are overbearing, saying that this place is a non-commercial area, and they insist on not allowing it to open, so the old owner had to sit down and auction it. Bestushev bought it 20 years ago and opened a coffee shop, but he didn’t entertain strangers unless he was led by a member, so it was registered as a private club in the Ministry of Industry and Commerce, and the annual membership fee was higher than that of a private club. Friendship clubs are even more expensive, with around 600 annual members.Of course, more business comes from temporary members, ranging from 3 months to 5 months, as long as the membership fee is paid in full, and there are 3 regular members to introduce guarantees, you can enter the door to do business.In fact, this is the industry of the old Ziggs, and the world-famous Far East intelligence market is opened here.

In the hall, various tall plants are used to block the east and west, making each table a hidden corner.The vodka glass in Bestushev's hand seemed to grow on his finger, but he never took a sip, walked around like a cat on his feet, and never took part in any transactions. Get the troublemaker out. Bao Youxian occupied a table by the wall alone, which was a real corner, and above his head hung an etching depicting a three-masted warship, which was the famous book "The Cruiser Hope" by the Russian novelist Marinsky. illustration.The shop owner claimed to be Marlinsky's great-grandson, and Bao Youxian happened to know that Marlinsky's real surname was Bestushev.

After the Japanese entered the customs, the business here became more and more prosperous. The war was imminent, and foreign businessmen fled one after another, but spies from major powers in the world flocked in. Bestusev took the opportunity to formulate new rules and cancel the All old members have fixed seats, so if most members want to occupy a place here, they have to book in advance, otherwise they have to spend dozens of times the cost to rent a single room upstairs. Bao Youxian doesn't care about the money to open a private room, but to do business in this market, the most important thing is to be well-informed, and the vortex of news gathering is in this hall.

Several people had already swam up to him like a flyby, and swam away swiftly.He made a deal and bought a report on German counterfeiting of British pounds, along with a sample of a counterfeit five-pound note.This information is somewhat valuable, but the counterfeit sample must be the work of Latvians, with rough printing and poor paper quality. The waiter walked up to him with a silver tea tray, and he put the "middleman's fee" of the transaction on the tray.Since the club opened, no member has escaped middleman fees, not because the visitors are all gentlemen, but risking being banned from trading, just to save 5% of the money, it is not worth it.

He wanted desperately to stop another Mayfly from bothering him with a stern look, but his face wasn't born with that kind of muscle. "Sir, I've got a real treasure here." No one was named here. The person in front of him specializes in selling information about the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, but he has never had anything of real value.In this market, there are a large number of people like him, but they can do well. After all, there are fools coming from abroad every day. It was rare for Bao Youxian to say something unpleasant: "You have to use that thing to deceive the big fools from the United States." He got up to greet Fan Xiaoqing who had just entered the door.

The youth walking beside her was a stranger.There was a smile on Bao Youxian's face, but there was no jealousy in his heart.There are enough young people chasing Fan Xiaoqing to form a multi-national football team, but I have never heard of anyone succeeding. Even if someone brags about such and such, it is undoubtedly bragging. Fan Xiaoqing was wearing a riding uniform today, and the waist of his riding boots was as soft as a glove. When he hugged her, he smelled a slightly spicy carnation aroma. You both already know who the other is, so talk about it yourself.Her introduction was simple and affectionate, and then she wandered around, unable to let go of the hand that greeted everyone for a long time.

Bestushev walked lightly like a bear eating honey, and bowed first when he came over, with his big belly squeezed around his waist, making people worry about him. "How are you, Miss? How is your master? How is Mr. Lingtang? That beautiful Bentley can run okay..." He was as polite as a boy from the Eight Banners, but his eyes never left Ding Shaomei.This was common sense, and when a stranger came to the door, Bestushev would definitely come and inspect it himself, even if his father ran over from the grave in St. Petersburg, he would be treated in the same way. "I guarantee this person, I will sign the document for you later." Fan Xiaoqing said.

"This is the rule, otherwise this place would have been in bad shape. It's because the lady knows how to hurt people." Bestushev backed away. Bao Youxian gently turned the teacup in his hand.The person in front of him named Ding Shaomei must be a local, and the alpaca suit on his body was tailored locally, unlike the handsome young man from Oxford as Fan Xiaoqing introduced in advance, how extraordinary it is. "How much money do you have?" He asked bluntly, without his usual speaking style.After all, this business is too big, although he doesn't know the details very well.

"There is 200,000 start-up fees right now." Ding Shaomei read deep worry and distrust from one of the other's eyes, and the other eye was on Fan Xiaoqing. "Are you talking about dollars or pounds?" "It's legal currency." "Oh." Ding Shaomei could understand that it was a kind of disappointment, even a tone of feeling fooled, even though the eyes looking at him made a crescent-shaped smile. To carry out his plan of sniping the Union Bank Notes, this kid in front of him who hides his arrogance in his bones is indispensable, and he has nearly a hundred of the most capable reporters in his hands. "Then, may I ask," Ding Shaomei said sincerely. "Yesterday in the Yokohama Specie Bank's gold market, the closing price of gold was 153.65 yuan per ounce. If I want to make the price of gold fall by about 15 yuan per ounce in the market without any external force, how much gold will I need?"

"This is a small market, not as good as London. Judging from the current market trading volume, it should be about the same if you sell 2,000 ounces in half a day. This is an empirical view, but the market is changeable, so it's hard to say." He stopped for a while, and said again: "However, it is a big risk to carry the sedan chair for the fake joint currency, and..." "And what?" Ding Shaomei asked. "I don't think you're going to spend a few pennies to amuse yourself. In that case, I'm of no use to you." 200,000 yuan is still legal currency.Bao Youxian felt that Fan Xiaoqing probably had a crush on this kid, otherwise, with her usual shrewdness, she wouldn't bother him with such trivial matters.

Ding Shaomei is quite satisfied with the initial impression she got. The little fat man in front of her is the kind of businessman who "pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger". However, the old Giggs file described him as clean as a saint.He now has considerable trust in the old Giggs' files, and even sincerely admires them.He said: "Your idea is very reasonable, but the 200,000 yuan is just the office fee for the opening, and the business we cooperate may be tens of millions of dollars." "Then you have to have an institution." Bao Youxian considered it entirely from a professional point of view, and tried his best to suppress the doubts in his heart. "We will." "What do we mean?" "We partner..." The three of them were talking in the alley, but they didn't notice that Yu Nong was wearing a wide-brimmed sun hat, covering most of his face, came down from the stairs, and quickly disappeared outside the side door. Yu Changchun was familiar with the sound of bomb explosions, so the first gunshot didn't attract his attention, but the second shot hit the fleshy part of his left upper arm, and a huge pain almost made him faint. Rolling on the ground for two weeks, he dodged the third bullet, but the fourth bullet still got into his ass. The Japanese finally decided to get rid of him.This was the first thought that flashed through his mind, and he hurriedly stretched his right hand under the skirt of his clothes. At this moment, a black car rushed towards him, and two people jumped out of the car with guns in their hands. Under the street lamp, the muzzles of the two guns were on and off, staring at him like a pair of sly eyes.He turned over in pain, revealing his right hand under the placket, holding a barrel of explosives in his hand. "You two, I'll give you a rolling pin. It's suitable for making dumplings when you go home." He raised his little finger to let the other party see where the detonator's cable is already attached. If he misses, the person in front of him will be either killed or injured. The pair of "eyes" are still hesitating, guessing, still bright and dark, but there is no sense of mockery. He stood up, his unsatisfied feet were weakening, and his eyes were dazed, as if he had been kicked up by someone before he woke up from a deep sleep.Be spiritual.He ordered himself. "You two, you look very strange. We haven't met, have we?" His left upper arm started to go numb, and he was about to fly away lightly. A question came from the opposite side, it was in Japanese, and he couldn't understand it, so he leaned on the trunk of the car with half of his buttocks and winked at the other party.Enough time has passed, why haven't the Italian patrols appeared yet?These lazy pigs who eat noodles mixed with garlic are by no means as diligent as the British patrols. They must have hid somewhere to sleep in the middle of the night.The Italian Concession is not big, and half of the concession could hear the shooting at night clearly. Maybe they knew about the actions of the Japanese and deliberately gave them a break. The footsteps of the two Japanese began to move backwards. "Stop!" They may understand a little English.Sure enough, the footsteps stopped.Yu Changchun pointed at the half-open car door with explosives, but the other party didn't move, he turned his head and mouth to signal again, the other party finally understood, got into the car, but didn't close the door, and pointed the gun at him. "Bye-Bye!" He reluctantly moved his left hand to bid farewell, attracting the attention of the car. The explosives in his right hand were successfully thrown into the car, and he turned over and fell behind the wheel. Before his body touched the ground, the shock wave of the explosion threw him seven or eight feet away.Good workmanship!When his body turned in the air, he admired himself for a while. He is a talented student majoring in machinery, and he receives scholarships every year. That's not a bragging.The detonator modified by him has only half a second of detonation time left. It was originally prepared to be used to kill the enemy together, but today it has become a magic weapon for killing the enemy.Unfortunately, the blasted car door hit his condyles.