Su Yue nodded and said in a deep voice, "Everything is going smoothly. Fujiwara is a very loyal friend. As soon as I asked, he readily agreed and promised that we can get goods from Fujiwara Company in the future. That's a huge favor. Tomorrow, go directly to Fujiwara Company and find the manager, Hirao Daichi, and have a good talk with him to try to get as much goods as possible."

Upon hearing this, Qin Lechi jumped up with joy and exclaimed excitedly, "That's great, cousin! This is a very profitable business! Your word is law! In Shanghai today, it's hard not to make money if you can get involved with the Fujiwara Company."

The difficulties that had troubled him for so long were resolved in an instant. That's how things are in this world. Opportunities that some people work hard to obtain can be won with just a word from someone in a higher position.

Seeing his cousin's happy expression, Su Yue said helplessly, "I had no choice. You can't ask someone for a meal without being obliged. If you ask the Japanese for something, you have to pay them back."

After saying that, Su Yue's expression turned serious, and he solemnly said to Qin Lechi, "Lechi, you still need to be careful with the medicine business. The Japanese don't really care about smuggling medicine; what they care about is who gets the medicine. You mentioned before that you wanted to export the medicine to make more profits, but after thinking about it, I still think it's not very safe. You still need to be careful. Make sure the medicine doesn't leave Shanghai, otherwise the Japanese won't allow it."

Su Yue had always trusted his cousin Qin Lechi. Although Qin Lechi was only a distant relative, he had followed him for a long time and was always cautious, loyal, and reliable, and had done a lot for him.

"Cousin, you're overthinking it. The Japanese management isn't as strict as you think. You said Fujiwara Company took so much stock, practically swallowing all the controlled items in Shanghai. Is it really just to raise prices?"

For so long, Fujiwara Company has been the largest smuggling company, but we haven't found any of the goods distributed by Fujiwara Company on the market. Where did these goods go?

If I'm not mistaken, they must have smuggling channels. As for who they sold to, it's obvious. The prices of medicines and electrical supplies in the Nationalist-controlled areas have increased many times over, yet there's still a shortage and demand far exceeds supply. The Fujiwara Company must have made a fortune! But the Japanese haven't said a word. Our little operation is just a small-scale affair!

"You'd better watch your words!" Su Yue's expression turned serious. "What the Fujiwara Company can do, we don't have the resources for. Don't cause me any trouble."

Seeing Su Yue's repeated warnings, Qin Lechi was not surprised. His cousin was both greedy and cowardly. He wanted to make more money but was unwilling to invest any, which gave him a lot of headaches.

He nodded and agreed, "Cousin, don't worry! I know how to do it, there won't be any mistakes."

Seeing that it was getting late and the banquet was almost over, Ning Zhiheng really didn't want to stay any longer, so he got up, said goodbye to everyone, and left.

Su Yue personally escorted Ning Zhiheng to the gate, and the two shook hands and parted ways.

Ning Zhiheng and his entourage got into a car and drove home.

It was already 11 p.m., and there were hardly any pedestrians on the streets. This was one of the best-equipped areas in downtown Shanghai, with complete streetlights on both sides, providing ample illumination, and cars were speeding along the streets.

Sitting in the back of the car, Ning Zhiheng said to Hirao Daichi beside him, "Tomorrow, Su Yue will send someone to the company to discuss the medicine with you. Make arrangements to give them some goods, and they can get their medicines from us in the future."

Hirao Daichi quickly nodded in agreement, then asked in a low voice, "Do you need a discount?"

"The price remains the same. They make a lot of money by reselling these goods. In the near future, as I instructed, you can supply more goods to local buyers. You can decide the specific quantity."

"Yes, I understand!" Hirao Daichi replied respectfully.

After explaining the matter, Ning Zhiheng leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest. The car was moving very fast, and soon it turned into the intersection of Tongyi Street. Suddenly, Ning Zhiheng opened his eyes and looked out the window.

"Where are we?" Ning Zhiheng asked.

Just a moment ago, Ning Zhiheng suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and that trembling, terrifying feeling in his mind returned.

Ning Zhiheng hadn't felt this way for a long time since the first such warning he received two years ago when he was ambushed on the Pudong battlefield.

Ning Zhiheng knew very well that his intuition was so sharp that it was beyond the scope of scientific explanation. Whenever danger was about to strike, he could always foresee it in advance. This was the real secret behind how many times Ning Zhiheng had brushed shoulders with death and turned danger into safety in just three years.

In the past two years, because of his high position, he has rarely carried out dangerous missions personally, and he had almost forgotten about this feeling. But he did not expect it to suddenly appear today.

Moreover, he could clearly determine that the level of this warning was very strong, and it was definitely not just simple surveillance. He was almost certain that there were unknown dangers waiting for him ahead.

He didn't know which side of the people lurking in the shadows, plotting against him.

Because now he is the chairman of the Fujiwara Company in Japan, the mastermind behind the underground smuggling empire in Shanghai, and countless people want to take advantage of him.

Among the Chinese, there were underground Communist Party members, Kuomintang agents, and anti-Japanese patriots, all of whom could potentially attempt to assassinate him.

On the Japanese side, those Japanese businessmen who were imprisoned by him and whose families were ruined, and those smuggling companies whose livelihoods were taken away by him and who had to swallow their anger and hand over huge profits, might all take the risk of secretly killing him to retaliate in order to regain their market share.

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