Fang Buwei sneaked outside the courtyard wall and listened, but finally gave up on stealing people.

How could a person who does this kind of business not understand the principle of hiring a few bodyguards?

There are not only bodyguards in the yard, but also dogs...

Then you can only be fooled.

Diagonally opposite Boss Ma's house, there is a small hotel. Standing on the second or third floor, the window facing this side of the street can clearly observe the situation in Boss Ma's yard.

When Fang Buwei entered, the guy was lying on the counter and snoring.

"Get up..." Fang Buwei slapped the counter and scared the guy.

"Dog Japanese..." Fang Buwei cursed and took out his wallet.

Turns out he was a drunk?

The guy muttered.

During this period, there were not too many such people. Most of them were impatient to let the patrol police and the Japanese check over and over again. They would rather find a place to live and just one night. After dawn, the Japanese pulled the patrol team before returning home.

After looking at a bunch of coins, the guy can guess that this person is a poor person, otherwise he would not have gone to a small place like his own and would have gone to a brothel or brothel...

"Sir, you still have to ask for a pass issued by the police station..." the guy reminded again.

"Give it..." Fang Buwei slapped another hard cardboard on the counter.

In an emergency, how exquisite can the Japanese make this thing?

The shoddy thing is not even a photo. He can give it to Fang Buwei half a piece of carrot, he can engrave all the stamps on it...

After opening a room on the third floor, Fang Buwei went upstairs staggeringly...

It was indeed clear that Fang Buwei could even see Boss Ma's yard, two bodyguards were sitting on the steps at the door smoking.

After waiting for more than half an hour, the sky was already bright, and Fang Buwei saw the Great Buick in the yard again.

It seems that Boss Ma is indeed at home.

You can send a telegram to Ma Chunfeng...

Chongqing, Military Affairs Bureau Headquarters.

Qi Zhenjiang knocked on Ma Chunfeng's door again.

Ma Chunfeng rubbed his eyes and looked out the window first.

It was already dawn, and it seemed that there was news from me again.

He took the folder and glanced quickly, with two words on it: Make money!

"Well, I understand!" Ma Chunfeng responded and turned over.

"Thank you really?" Qi Zhenjiang couldn't help it in the end.

He felt that he had the obligation to remind Ma Chunfeng, what if the meat bun hits the dog?

"Short-eyed!" Ma Chunfeng sneered, "Why don't you count? Just how much is the batch of weapons he gave to Nanjing Station?"

Qi Zhenjiang was choked at once.

That is no longer a matter of whether you can sell it for money or not. The key is that no matter how much money you spend, the Nanjing Station cannot drive so many weapons, even explosives into Nanjing City.

He responded obediently and retreated.

Ma Chunfeng had already slept all night in clothes, wiped her face with a towel, and went out to make arrangements.

Last night, Fang Buwei told him all the steps of action. Now this step is to let him make two thousand US dollars into one account through the Shanghai Central Bank.

"Our own people" said that this was Wu Sibao's account, and Ma Chunfeng believed it without a doubt.

What's more, it's just two thousand US dollars. If Yuan Shu can pass the test safely, Ma Chunfeng will be willing to give it to him for 20,000 US dollars.

An hour later, it was confirmed that the money in Shanghai had arrived, and Ma Chunfeng had asked Qi Zhenjiang to send a telegram to Fang Buwei.

The second step has been completed, and the next step is the most critical step.

Two thousand US dollars, which is more than two million in the future. Fang Buweijue is not much worthy of Wu Sibao's value...

At half past eight, he was clean and neat, and he was wearing a suit and tie, and stood at the door of Boss Ma's house on time...

"The boss ordered me to submit a post. I want to invite Boss Ma to Yipin Xiangyi..."

Ma Sanhu opened a reply and glanced at him.

"Fu Gaochang, the one Fu Gaochang who used to be in Nanjing?"

"Yes, I didn't expect that Boss Ma still remembers the name of the boss..." Fang Buwei smiled with his waist.

"I haven't seen him for many years, and I thought he..."

Boss Ma woke up in time and did not say the word "dead".

"Tell your boss, I will arrive on time!" Ma Sanhu replied.

After Fang Buwei left, his confidant beside him asked Ma Sanhu: "Look at this subordinate, I think this boss Fu is also a scene character, but why haven't I heard of it?"

"You have only been in this industry for a few years. How many people can you meet?" Ma Sanhu cursed with a smile, "Do you still remember Li Fengnian?"

When he talked about Li Fengnian, his confidant remembered: "The one who was shot by the Nanjing government?"

"Yes!" Ma Sanhu nodded, "I had purchased several batches of goods from Li Fengnian back then, and the one who handled it was Fu Gaochang... After Li Fengnian collapsed, he had never seen him again..."

"Then what does he mean when he comes to you this time?"

"You can see from his subordinate's clothes that he is not here to surrender, so how can he do what he can do?"

Ma Sanhu smiled and said, "Of course I'm doing business... I'm not far away from my left and right, and I'm an old friend. I'll take a trip at noon..."

The confidant responded and went out to arrange the car and the driver.

This is naturally something Fang Bubu carefully prepared.

If you can’t deal with such a person, if you can’t get along with each other, you won’t even care about you. So Fang Buwei let He Jianying pretend to be Fu Gaochang.

Fu Gaochang is Li Fengnian's subordinate, specializing in opium and drug business, and the channels for purchasing goods. The big funders behind him are the Japanese in Shanghai and Northeast China.

Li Fengnian is the boss of the former Sihai Company. This is how Fang Buwei's Sihai Company came from...

As long as Fang Buwei meets, he will no longer have to stare at him all the time.

Just after eleven o'clock, Ma Sanhu led his confidant and two bodyguards to Yipinxiang Restaurant.

Fearing that Ma Sanhu was suspicious, Fang Buwei didn't even dare to book the place too far, so he booked it on Madang Road.

Hearing the sound downstairs, Fang Buwei pretended to be extremely surprised and quickly walked downstairs.

"Boss Ma is so early, our boss hasn't arrived yet..."

Ma Sanhu waved his hand when he was damaged: "I arrived too early..."

He didn't expect Fu Gaochang to be so honest, saying it was twelve o'clock, it was twelve o'clock.

However, Ma Sanhu was not angry either and followed Fang Buwei upstairs.

He Jianying, dressed in a sermon, said, "Greet the brothers..."

He Jianying bent over and responded, leading two bodyguards and a driver to the private room downstairs.

"Boss Ma, please please..." Fang Buwei warmly greeted Ma Sanhu and his confidant upstairs.

Ma Sanhu and his confidant did not doubt that he had entered the private room one after another.

First, he heard the sound of closing the door, and then another dull sound. Ma Sanhu, who was about to sit down, subconsciously turned his head and met Fang Buwei with a grim smile on his face.

Looking at my subordinates, they were already lying softly on the ground.

Ma Sanhu's hand also touched the handle of the gun, and Fang Buwei cut on the back of his head with a knife...

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!