Ning Zhiheng was also having a major headache lately. None of his various forces were able to find Hirayama Jiro. Whether it was the Military Police Headquarters, the Special Higher Police, or even the police station conducting extensive searches in downtown Shanghai, they all came up empty-handed.
Ning Zhiheng even ordered the intelligence department in the concessions to search for the whereabouts of Hirayama Jiro and Miyata Yasuhisa. However, the International Settlement and the French Concession had a population of over one million. Although the intelligence department had been operating in the concessions for a long time and had considerable strength, it would be difficult to find Miyata Yasuhisa in a short period of time.
With someone lurking in the shadows, constantly seeking to take his life, even someone as composed as Ning Zhiheng would find it difficult to remain indifferent.
In the chairman's office, Hirao Daichi is reporting to Ning Zhiheng.
"Chairman, the situation in Suzhou is fine. The military has determined that Hirayama Tokumoto's death was caused by anti-Japanese elements. They are currently conducting a sweep and inspection campaign in the Suzhou area. Miura has already integrated all the smuggling merchants in Suzhou. As is customary, they are all willing to provide us with goods."
Ning Zhiheng nodded and asked, "How are the arrangements for Kawada and the others' funerals going?"
In this assassination attempt, two bodyguards were killed by Hirayama Jiro's gun, and another was seriously injured.
Ning Zhiheng has always been generous in rewarding his subordinates who are willing to take the bullet for him. Each of his three subordinates received a reward and compensation of 50,000 yen.
Hirao Daichi replied, "Everything has been arranged perfectly, and the families are very satisfied!"
Ning Zhiheng sighed and said, "Now that the Fujiwara Company is so big, it attracts a lot of attention. You should be more discreet in your actions. You can't be as reckless as Shirakawa. It was originally a very simple matter. I only needed to talk to Major General Yoshioka and transfer Hirayama Tokumoto away from Suzhou. But it turned into such a big problem. In the end, I had to smooth things over with Lieutenant General Tada. It was really a loss."
This time, Ning Zhiheng was indeed in a rather passive position. The military was not stupid, and some people guessed the truth of the matter. However, due to the coercion of the higher-ups and the fear of the background of the Fujiwara Company, no one took the lead to cause trouble. Otherwise, it would have been a real mess.
"Yes, it's all my fault for misjudging people and causing you trouble." Hirao Daichi bowed and replied.
Hirao Daichi now holds a high position of power in Fujiwara Company, and he is basically in charge of managing the operations. Shirakawa Hideo was the person he chose, but he made a mess of things.
Ning Zhiheng raised his hand and said softly, "Although Shirakawa caused so much trouble, he did it all for the company's development and even lost his life in the end. I can't let him down. Go to Akagi and get 100,000 yen to send to his family. You can arrange the details."
"Hi!"
After watching Hirao Daichi leave the room, Ning Zhiheng sat in his chair and closed his eyes to rest. He was currently dealing with many matters, and he had to carefully handle and consider all aspects. Now, the appearance of Hirayama Jiro, this ticking time bomb, was causing him a lot of headaches and distress.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door, and Yi Hua'an pushed the door open and entered.
"Chairman, Qin Lechi, the owner of Lehe Trading Company, requests an audience."
Ning Zhiheng was taken aback. He knew that Qin Lechi should still be recovering in the hospital at this time, so why would he suddenly ask to see him?
"Please let him in!"
Soon, Qin Lechi pushed open the door and entered. Ever since he was tortured and seriously injured by the Special Agent Department and hospitalized, Qin Lechi had been thinking about completing the transportation of supplies as soon as possible. Before his injuries had fully healed, he insisted on being discharged from the hospital and came to Fujiwara Company to contact them about purchasing supplies.
"President!"
Seeing Qin Lechi leaning on his cane and walking unsteadily, Ning Zhiheng gestured for him to sit down on the sofa next to him and said softly, "Qin Sang, your injuries haven't healed yet, why are you being discharged from the hospital?"
The two had met once before at Su Yue's home, so they were acquaintances. Qin Lechi hurriedly nodded and said, "They were just superficial injuries, and I'm fine now. This time, I was in a sudden disaster, and it was all thanks to you, Chairman, that I was rescued from the jaws of death. The doctor at the hospital told me that you even specially sent me two sulfonamides, which saved my life. I will always remember this, so as soon as I was discharged from the hospital, I came to thank you."
Qin Lechi spoke sincerely. Although Su Yue had timely sought help and found reinforcements, Fujiwara Tomohito played a decisive role in his escape from this calamity. He even went so far as to use the military police to forcibly rescue him. Otherwise, he would never have escaped this calamity. For both personal and professional reasons, he had to come and express his gratitude immediately.
Ning Zhiheng laughed and said, "Qin Sang, you're too kind. Su Jun and I are old friends, so I should help with this little thing. Besides, you've just been caught in an undeserved disaster. I believe you know the real reason, so there's no need to take it to heart."
"Not at all, I am well aware of the great kindness shown to me by the chairman. I have heard that the chairman is a master calligrapher, so to express my gratitude, I have specially prepared a piece of ancient calligraphy from my family’s collection to present to the chairman. It is a small gift, and I hope that the chairman will accept it with a smile!"
After saying that, he stood up, took out an exquisite wooden box, and carefully placed it on Ning Zhiheng's desk.
Ning Zhiheng said with a smile, "Qin Sang, you're too kind. It's just a small thing I like, but you've taken the time to appreciate it."
He reached for the wooden box, opened it, and his eyes lit up immediately. He quickly took out the ancient calligraphy book inside and examined it carefully. It turned out to be an ancient calligraphy book by Zhao Mengfu, a famous calligrapher and painter of the Yuan Dynasty. Zhao Mengfu is known as one of the four great masters of regular script in the history of Chinese calligraphy. He was also a poet and writer, learned and versatile. His calligraphy and painting were considered unparalleled. He was especially famous for his regular script and running script. His regular script is elegant, graceful, vigorous and steady, and is known as the "Zhao style".
His ancient calligraphy is extremely precious, and Ning Zhiheng naturally cherishes it very much.
He stood up abruptly, took a few steps forward, and sat down opposite Qin Lechi. His smile became noticeably warmer: "Qin Sang, I won't refuse your kind offer. You can come to me directly if you need anything in the future. We're all family here."
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