Ning Zhiheng waved his hand to stop the call and said to Ishikawa Takeshi, "Takeshi, as I said before, if our company wants to make greater profits from its goods in the future, it would be best to find a transportation and sales channel to the mainland. And clearing these barriers is of paramount importance. I hope you can take this matter seriously. Perhaps you can make friends with this Major Yokoyama. Do you understand what I mean?"
Upon hearing this, Takeshi Ishikawa suddenly understood and immediately nodded, saying, "I understand. You've thought of everything. I'll personally lead a team to have a good talk with Major Yokoyama!"
"By the way, after releasing the man, don't contact these Chinese businessmen. After all, I'm doing business in the concession as a Chinese person, and these Chinese businessmen are still very hostile towards us Japanese. In short, don't mention anything else!" Ning Zhiheng carefully instructed.
This time it was out of necessity. If the codebook hadn't been so important, Ning Zhiheng would never have interfered with Wang Hanmin's intelligence station work. He didn't want anyone to know that this matter had anything to do with him or the Fujiwara Company.
Takeshi Ishikawa immediately nodded in agreement, saying, "Understood, don't worry!"
Ning Zhiheng then asked, "The next batch of medicines is about to arrive at the port. Is Colonel Katsuta satisfied with our previous sincerity?"
“Satisfied, of course I’m satisfied!” Takeshi Ishikawa chuckled, clapping his hands. He leaned forward and lowered his voice, saying, “Colonel Katsuta’s wife and children will soon be arriving in Shanghai from Japan. He’s planning to buy a high-end house to settle down in, and this money is just in time. He even hinted that he’s asking us to increase the volume of shipments, so we’ll have to give him a bigger kickback next time!”
Ning Zhiheng's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he quickly replied in a low voice, "Why didn't you say so earlier? In that case, I will immediately arrange for Hirao Daichi to select a high-end residence and buy it now as a gift to congratulate Colonel Katsuta on his family's reunion!"
"You mean you're giving away a luxury apartment? Isn't that too extravagant?" Takeshi Ishikawa was taken aback by Ning Zhiheng's generosity. Buying a luxury apartment in downtown Shanghai would cost a fortune, and a villa would be even more expensive. Ning Zhiheng's generous offer left Takeshi Ishikawa astonished.
Ning Zhiheng cleared his throat and explained carefully, "You will personally deliver this residence. I don't need to teach you how to go. Remember, winning over Colonel Katsuta is crucial not only for our business but also for your future career. The more money you spend, the better. Make sure Colonel Katsuta and his family are extremely satisfied. Without further ado, I will inform Hirao now!"
At this point, Ning Zhiheng quickly stood up, walked to Ishikawa Takeshi's desk, pointed to the two telephones, and asked, "Which one is for making outside calls?"
"Ah! It's this one!" Ishikawa Takeshi was a little confused by Ning Zhiheng's words, and he pointed to one of them.
Ning Zhiheng was right. If Ishikawa Takeshi could give away this residence, his position in the Military Police Headquarters would be unmatched, and he might even be promoted to a higher rank in a short period of time, thereby gaining greater power. The benefits were obvious.
Ning Zhiheng picked up the phone and quickly dialed the number. Hirao Daichi's voice came from the other end of the line.
"Hirao-kun, stop what you're doing now and do one thing: go to the best location in Shanghai and choose the best villa. In short, don't worry about the cost; it has to be the most luxurious residence. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Chairman, I'll take care of it right away. I promise I won't let you down!" Hirao Daichi quickly agreed. He had done these kinds of things before, so he was naturally very familiar with the process. Moreover, with the urban reconstruction over the past six months, the Japanese had rebuilt many high-end residences in the central area. As long as you were willing to spend a lot of money, you could still buy your ideal home!
Seeing Ning Zhiheng hang up the phone, Ishikawa Takeshi suddenly realized and said, "Tomohito, you really have a discerning eye. I can't imagine using my entire life's salary to give as a gift. That's incredibly generous!"
Ning Zhiheng pointed at Ishikawa Takeshi's chest and said with a smile, "You'll have to get used to this kind of thing from now on. Every investment we make will yield corresponding returns. Your status will be different from now on, and your perspective on things will be different. Takeshi, this is just the beginning of our business, understand?"
"Yes, I've learned a lot!" Takeshi Ishikawa bowed respectfully in response.
Two hours later, a convoy of vehicles drove into the military camp at the checkpoint under construction on the Jingshui Bridge in western Shanghai.
Two majors got out of the lead car, followed by more than a dozen sergeants wearing armbands with the word "Military Police" on them.
This startled Yokoyama Seiichiro, who rushed over to greet them upon hearing the commotion—it was the military police!
In the Japanese military, the military police were a privileged department. They were police officers specifically tasked with supervising the army, and their status was far above that of ordinary combat troops. Their selection process was extremely rigorous, requiring written tests, physical fitness tests, and even specific requirements for height, weight, and appearance. In addition to regular military training, military police also needed to learn various military regulations and policing techniques. Because of this strict selection and demanding training, the high-level treatment of Japanese military police was unmatched by ordinary soldiers. An ordinary military policeman's income could be five or six times that of an army soldier. Each officer was equipped with a sword and a Nambu pistol, and their attire was even similar to that of Japanese officers, making them easily identifiable as non-commissioned officers.
Yokoyama Seiichiro's heart pounded. He wondered why these military police had come to a checkpoint far from the city. He quickly stepped forward and gave a respectful salute.
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