Chapter 342: The Black Market
The training was finally over. When Mu Yang bid farewell to the training base of the Second General Staff Department, Director Li came to see him off specifically. Zhou Hongxiang was on the side to guard against him. Director Li could only be embarrassed and gave up the idea of finally winning over Mu Yang.
"Oh, a talent has been lost." Director Li said.
"On the diplomatic front, Mu Yang Energy plays a greater role." Zhou Hongxiang closed the car door and left.
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Xu Youshan was assigned to the translation department as she wished.
Next, their new clerks will start domestic work in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs for one to two years. This is still a study period for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and then they will consider expatriates.
Mu Yang is a new clerk in the office, so he is naturally a choreographer. However, Mu Yang is very attentive in his work and learning various knowledge.
Mu Yang knew that this period was a rare period of calm. He was slightly different from other clerks and didn't know when he would be released.
After dinner, Mu Yang and Xu Youshan were walking on the street. On summer nights, although there was a little heat, they could not stop the lover's footsteps. Mu Yang held Xu Youshan's hand and said to Xu Youshan, "How about you move to my place, I'm not at ease when you live alone in a rental house."
The senior sister who rented the same house with Xu Youshan has already passed the postgraduate entrance examination as she wished and moved to school to live. Now only Xu Youshan lives in that house by herself.
This time, Xu Youshan did not refuse at all. She looked at Mu Yang for a moment and nodded in agreement.
"Will tonight go?" Mu Yang tensed and didn't laugh.
"Saturday. Then we will buy some bed sheets, quilt covers and toiletries, and then move my things over." Xu Youshan said.
"It's Saturday in a few days. In fact, it's easy to move things, otherwise we'll go to the supermarket to buy things now." Mu Yang said.
Xu Youshan hugged Mu Yang, gave him a kiss, and then said softly in his ear: "I'm yours, but these two days are inconvenient, it's Saturday."
I understand, this wife is so considerate, and I thought of it all, but Mu Yang showed a bit of embarrassment on his face. No one has to guess his thoughts.
Mu Yang hugged Xu Youshan and kissed her hard. Xia Ri's thin clothes could not stop the friction between the two of them. Xu Youshan's breathing became rapid, and her little face was slightly red.
The affairs of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs are basically normal office work. After starting to be busy for two days, after getting familiar with the situation, you will find that the work of the ministries is actually a bit boring and dull. I sent Xu Youshan home and finally got idle. Mu Yang changed into a dress and then traveled to the mission time and space.
"Yves. Register that account and I'll go up and take a break."
"Okay boss."
Pierre opened the door of the room with the key, but did not turn on the light. The neon lights outside shone outside, and the light in the room kept changing. Pierre liked this environment. He often stood by the window alone, holding a cigar, savoring coffee, watching the endless stream of people on the street, thinking about his life.
He threw the key on the table and habitually opened the coffee pot, but he found that the light of the coffee pot was actually on, and half of the coffee pot inside was emitting a fragrance.
Pierre was stunned, then swept around alertly. Just by the window, Pierre found a figure standing there. By the window, it was exactly where Pierre usually likes to stand.
Pierre was shocked. After he came in just now, why didn't he find anyone standing next to the windowsill? He felt that this person had just been integrated into the environment of this house.
At this time, the man was holding a cigar in his mouth and a coffee cup on the windowsill, looking at the bustling Red Light District street.
Pierre tightened his body and subconsciously touched his hand at the pistol.
"Good evening, Mr. Pierre."
Pierre's body shook. The voice was too familiar, or he dared not forget. With the help of the shining neon light, Pierre saw clearly that face, which was the ordinary face that he dared not forget.
"Ah, ah, good evening." Pierre stuttered.
"This is our second time meeting, so we should be friends."
"Of course." Pierre's hand quietly dropped from the stock, afraid of causing misunderstandings.
"I'll introduce myself. My name is Muyang, you can call me Mu."
"Ah, hello, Mr. Konoha." Pierre followed the clumsy reading. Well, the French's tongues were all curled. It was really difficult for them to speak Chinese if they wanted them to straighten them.
"I'm here tonight, I want to ask for help."
After hearing Mu Yang's words, Pierre was relieved, "Mr. Konoha, please speak."
Mu Yang was too lazy to correct his pronunciation and asked Pierre: "You must have a way to the black market."
Black market, this is a very general term. Black market does not refer to a certain place or market, but refers to the transaction of reselling or selling smuggling contraband, cultural relics and antiques, jewelry and treasures, guns and ammunition, gold and silver, and foreign exchange securities to make huge profits.
They have a fixed circle. If outsiders want to go deeper, even if they just want to buy, they need to guide people. It is difficult for outsiders to enter this circle. Mu Yang believes that Pierre, as one of the bosses of the Paris gangster, should have this path.
"I don't know what business you want to engage in. You have to know that my identity is something too high-end," Pierre said.
"I want to buy some things, such as decoders, irismeters, etc. Do you have any options?" Mu Yang asked.
Pierre thought for a while and said, "I can ask for you."
Pierre didn't dare to ask Mu Yang what he wanted to do. For these mysterious characters, the less he knew their secrets.
Pierre took out a small notebook from his desk, searched for a while, found a phone call, and called, chatted with the other party for a while. Mu Yang could hear that Pierre and the other party were not very familiar with each other. Both sides seemed very polite and formulaic communication. However, in the end, Pierre asked about the decoder and other things that Mu Yang wanted to buy, and the other party actually said he could get it.
"This is good news, Pierre, do you have time to accompany me?" Mu Yang asked.
What can Pierre say? He was forced to Buck by Mu Yang last time, but this time it seemed that he would accompany Mu Yang to Marcel wherever he went.
"Yes, I have time." Pierre replied. For some reason, Pierre was filled with fear of this mysterious Oriental.
"Thank you very much, I think we are already friends, right?" Mu Yang replied with a smile, and raised the coffee cup in his hand.
Pierre could only smile awkwardly. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!