The protagonist crossed over unexpectedly, the system was dumbfounded, and the protagonist was confused. One system exists to survive and live more comfortably, while the other tries to avoid havin...
Back at the gates of hell, Ye Zi took out all the seized drugs and gold cash, which were then sorted by professionals according to the purity of the drugs, and then packaged in different colored packages, finally divided into ten-kilogram parcels.
Cash and gold were handed over to the underworld, and after deducting a 30% cut, the remaining amount was converted into Chinese currency and deposited into Ye Zi's account.
After finishing these tasks, Ye Zi went to the mechanic to replenish a batch of weapons and ammunition, all of which were produced by the Da Mao family.
Finally, after returning home and spending two days with Tongtong, Yezi took a submarine to sea. Once in Japanese waters, a speedboat picked him up at a designated location.
The young man on the speedboat glanced at Ye Zi, then said:
"How much would it cost for the big hammer, the small hammer, and the Imperial Jade Liquor?"
Ye Zi raised an eyebrow. They hadn't mentioned a secret code beforehand, so why was this happening? Then she said:
"three hundred."
The young man nodded, waved to Ye Zi next to him to get on the speedboat, and then the speedboat started moving.
Actually, you can't blame the young man. Ye Zi's identity is fake. He's wearing a human skin mask, and the submarine that brought him here isn't Chinese standard equipment, but an old Soviet contraption.
There was indeed no code; the young man asked this on a whim, a question that only a Chinese person could answer.
This is also for insurance purposes.
On the way forward in the speedboat, the young man explained to Ye Zi that the distributor Wu Dongheng mentioned was already waiting and strongly demanded to meet the supplier as soon as possible. They couldn't delay any longer and had no choice but to meet him at sea in the speedboat.
Ye Zi nodded in understanding. The sweep plan, which was expected to take half a month, was delayed by two days. It was understandable that the gangsters couldn't wait, after all, it was a transaction involving hundreds of kilograms, and anyone would be anxious.
The speedboat docked next to a yacht. Ye Zi stepped off the speedboat, and more than twenty Japanese gangsters in suits all looked at her.
Ye Zi snorted coldly, and his killing intent erupted, rushing straight at the twenty-odd gang members.
The number of people who died at Ye Zi's hands has long exceeded ten thousand. It is no exaggeration to say that he walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. How could a few gang members resist such a huge killing aura?
Nearly half of the gang members passed out without uttering a sound, and the remaining few were covered in cold sweat.
Several gang leaders on the upper deck of the massive, menacing yacht also noticed it.
Ye Zi walked up to the upper deck of the yacht step by step, glanced at the six people sitting there, and then threw the handbag in her hand.
A middle-aged man stood up, opened his bag, took out several sample packets, laid them out in a row, and introduced them to the other five people in Japanese:
"This is the supplier, but he doesn't understand Japanese."
These are samples. Let me know which one you prefer, and I'll inquire about the quantity.
The five people continued to stare at Ye Zi. Ye Zi showed a disdainful expression, then slowly withdrew the murderous aura around her, and finally showed an impatient expression.
He showed no intention of sitting down or communicating, and urged the others to hurry up with his expressions.
The murderous aura subsided, and the five gang leaders immediately began inspecting the samples on the table.
The five people selected their preferred samples based on the purity percentage written on the packaging, and then tasted the products from the other people's hands.
A lean Japanese soldier weighed the sample in his hand and said:
"I need 500 kilograms. When will the goods be delivered?"
The middle-aged man whispered it to Ye Zi, who gave him a disdainful look and said in her Mandarin dialect:
"Where are the gold and antiques he bought ten minutes later?"
Many people can understand Mandarin Chinese, but this understanding refers to recognizing which country's language it is, not the content itself.
But dialects are different. They may sound similar, but you can't tell the difference in a short time unless you hear them often or someone tells you.
The middle-aged man in charge of this matter could not only understand Ye Zi's dialect, but also speak it. Moreover, he could understand more than one dialect, making him a linguistic talent. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been sent to infiltrate the Japanese side.
The middle-aged man immediately repeated it in Japanese. The other party, not expecting the delivery to be completed so quickly, could only say:
"It can be delivered tomorrow."
After hearing this, Ye Zi gave the other person a disdainful look, and then said:
"We'll make the deal whenever we have the money."
The middle-aged man immediately translated, and the lean Japanese man glared angrily at Ye Zi, then fell silent.
At this moment, the second Japanese soldier spoke up, and the drug he chose was different from the one before.
"I need 500 kilograms. I've already brought the gold. When will the transaction take place?"
"Ten minutes later."
Ye Zi gave a dry reply, throwing back a disdainful look, then looked at the remaining three and continued:
"Shut up if you can't afford it today, don't waste my time."
The middle-aged man immediately translated. Two of them leaned back, indicating that they did not bring gold. The last person chose the third purity of the drug and also ordered 500 kilograms.
Ye Zi nodded, gave the three of them a disdainful look, turned and left, muttering as she went:
"Damn it, what a waste of time. I brought a ton of each kind, and that's not even enough to cover the fuel costs."
Then he went down to the stern of the yacht and drove away in the speedboat that was supposed to pick him up.
After Ye Zi left, the five Japanese soldiers looked furious. The lean Japanese soldier asked angrily:
"Matsumoto-kun, this guy has looked at us with disdain several times. What does he mean by that?"
The middle-aged man who acted as Ye Zi's translator, using the false identity of Matsumoto Taro, pointed to several samples on the table and said:
"He is a supplier that I finally managed to contact. He has a lot of goods on hand. He came this time because I told him I had a big business deal."
They brought a ton of each of these different purity levels, but you only managed to consume 500 kilograms. They think you lack the capacity and made a wasted trip.
Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, Wuhe Guizi exclaimed in shock:
"One ton of each?"
The middle-aged man nodded with a wry smile, as if he were ashamed of having lied to Ye Zi.
The five Japanese gangsters exchanged glances, a hint of greed flashing across their faces, then fell silent.
Ye Zi drove the speedboat for a few hundred meters and stopped. He waved his hand and took out 500 kilograms of each of the two types of drugs from his spatial storage. Then he lit a cigarette, finished smoking, and started the speedboat back.
Once on the yacht, Ye Zi threw several large bags from the speedboat onto the yacht's deck and waited for the Japanese soldiers to come and inspect the goods.
The inspection process was naturally error-free, except that the two Japanese soldiers took three samples from each bag.
Finally, he took out his phone to make a call. Soon, two speedboats arrived, and the gangsters on the speedboats began unloading the cargo.
It's all gold. Divide it into two piles.
Ye Zi had the system check the quality of the gold. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the gold, Ye Zi simply glanced at it and then indicated that the other party could take their drugs.
After the drugs were loaded onto the ship, Ye Zi picked up the gold and threw it onto her speedboat before leaving.
After Ye Zi left, one of the three who hadn't made a deal immediately asked:
"Will the next round of transactions still proceed?"
Matsumoto smiled wryly and said:
"Please wait for my call. I will contact you all in half an hour."