1928: The rise of giant merchants

Song family mansion.

"Sir, this is a call from Shanghai." The housekeeper pressed the receiver and shouted into the study.

"Who called?" Song Ziwen came over holding an English book.

"It's the second young master. He sounds a little unhappy." The housekeeper replied in a low voice.

Hearing that it was Ye Luo, Song Ziwen suddenly realized, laughed, reached out to take the receiver, and waved for the housekeeper to leave.

"Aluo, why do I have time to call your brother today?" Song Ziwen lit up a cigarette and said with a squinted smile.

"I dare not recognize you as a big brother."

"Tsk, what are you talking about? The batch of goods has arrived, right?"

"Yes, there are estimated to be two thousand boxes of cigarettes. Brother Song, what a trick!" Ye Luo said with a sarcastic smile, "If I cooperate in transporting them all to Suzhou City, I don't know whether I or Jiang Keting Factory will be unlucky. long."

"How could it be you! Arlo, eldest brother also knows that you are not interested in these things. But the profit of this batch of goods is at least 70 million! With this money, part of the principal's military expenses will be covered next year. Brother, I have to take care of you." Song Ziwen said in a serious tone, "The profit from that batch of Japanese textiles must be one to two million yuan. If you don't smoke, then these goods and future textile channels will be open. How about giving it to you?"

"What about Jiang Keting?" Ye Luo neither agreed nor refused, but asked about another partner who was kept in the dark.

Song Ziwen sneered and said lightly: "Jiang Keting and his Dafeng are not willing to cooperate with our Ministry of Finance. They think I can't control them because of their growing textile business! Aluo, the crime of illegally transporting cigarettes was reported a few days ago At the Jinling anti-smoking meeting, the principal made it very clear. For such a big thing, you said someone has to admit defeat, right?"

Ye Luo said nothing.

The meaning behind Song Zi's literary words is ready to come out.

If Ye Luo doesn't cooperate, then Jiang Keting will stay while Ye Luo goes to commit suicide.

"I understand. But this batch of goods cannot leave Shanghai for the time being, so I can only do my best." Ye Luo said after a moment.

Song Ziwen was stunned and asked quickly: "What's going on? Is it because the pier is not open, or is it blocked when entering and exiting Shanghai Beach? If there is a problem with the checkpoints on the road, I will go and say hello to the road administration to ensure that you can pass smoothly."

"No. The problem with this batch of goods has been discovered by Verdi, and he is not happy to be a puppet." Ye Luo smiled coldly, "The goods arrived in Shanghai today, and I and the people from the Consulate General went to check them, Brother Song. , do you know what I’m angry about?”

"Why are people from the Consulate General going? Which Consulate General?" Song Ziwen's voice suddenly rose a little higher. When he was discussing business with Jiang Keting that day, Ye Luo only said that he could use the channels of a joint venture company to avoid problems such as lijin, so he persuaded Jiang Keting. , they don’t know exactly what the so-called joint venture company is.

Not long ago, Ye Luo also sent information about Fan's Transportation Company in the form of a telegram to Song Ziwen and Jiang Keting. They probably didn't read it carefully and just thought it was a foreign company invested by ordinary French people.

Seeing that Ye Luo didn't reply, Song Ziwen could only ask in a low voice: "Why are you angry?"

"I'm angry, Brother Song, that you even hid this from me! If you had told me in advance, although I am not in the cigarette business, I would at least help you solve the transportation problem. But you didn't tell me, and now the goods are in someone else's hands. There is nothing I can do in my hands."

Ye Luo changed the topic and threw the blame to Song Ziwen.

Song Ziwen made some inquiries and called the housekeeper to read the telegram sent by Ye Luo again. Only then did he discover that Fan Juli, the general manager of Fan's Transportation Company, was Fan Erdi's wife.

Verdy is the French Consul General in Shanghai!

No wonder Ye Luo dares to keep saying that goods shipped from him don’t have to worry about a series of issues such as taxes and fees.

That is a company using the name of French Consul General. Who dares to collect money?

And therein lies the problem.

Song Ziwen could use his butt to guess Verdi's mood and expression at this time.

Such a large batch of cigarettes was secretly transported to Suzhou City through his company. Not to mention that he had no profit at all. If something went wrong, it would be Fan Erdi who was unlucky!

Verdy is not a Chinese businessman. He is a Frenchman. He has a foreigner's immunity from death. Naturally, he is not worried about being arrested by the anti-smuggling department of the Nationalist Government. However, he has angered the senior officials in Paris and the French ambassador and minister here, and his official career has also declined. That's it for now.

In a way, Verdi is more difficult than anyone else.

"What's going on now?" Song Ziwen asked through gritted teeth.

"Verdi took all the goods back to the warehouse and sealed them. No one knows the inside story for the time being. I'm still negotiating with him and I don't know what he thinks."

Ye Luo smiled and replied,

"Fan Erdi is also very greedy for these big smokes, but it is unlikely that he will stay. As long as he is willing to release the goods, they will all arrive in Suzhou City tonight."

"Okay! Whatever he wants, I can satisfy him! Aluo, ask him right away and say that even if he wants to share the profits, I agree! But we must ensure that this batch of goods reaches Jiang Keting completely, and there is no room for loss. !”

Song Ziwen was so careful that he missed the foreigner aspect. Only then did he realize that he had shot himself in the foot by not telling Ye Luo.

"I will work hard."

"If you can't work hard, you must do it!" Song Ziwen finally showed his side as a political figure, his fangs protruding, and he spoke sternly at Ye Luo, "A Luo, you should know that if something happens to this batch of goods, we will not be in good shape. Do."

The phone hangs up.

Ye Luo on the other end chuckled lightly and didn't care.

Want Verdy to release the goods?

There are no doors.

He still holds a big killer weapon in his hand!

Neither Fan Erdi nor Song Ziwen knew that Huo Tianhong, one of the buyers of this batch of goods, borrowed 8 million yuan from Ye's joint venture bank, and 4 million yuan of it came from Fan Erdi himself!

In other words, of the 30 million and 2,000 boxes of cigarettes, nearly 300 boxes actually belong to Verdi.

As long as he waits until something happens to the Jiangan ship and the Anti-Smoking Committee and the Anti-Smuggling Department take action, it will be even harder for these goods to be transferred.

If there was a huge National Government cover behind him, then Ye Luo could only admit defeat and would not be able to cause too much real harm to Song Ziwen and the others.

But if this transaction is only Song Ziwen's personal matter, the principal does not know about it.

With this one slash, many of the enemies Ye Luo wanted to eradicate would die without a burial place!

Ye Luo got up and immediately ordered Hengsan and others to collect the connection between this batch of goods and Yongxing Company. At the same time, he also called back Ma Yongzhen who was lurking in the Songhu Police Department.

Song Ziwen was smart but was misled by his cleverness. Now that he was dragged into the water by Ye Luo, he could only wait for Ye Luo's actions.

The Jiang'an ship is about to set off tonight, and it's time for Ye Luo to make the final preparations.

Ye Chen, a wallflower, can't expect too much. It's better to add more talents of his own to Jiang An's ship.