Battle of the Third Reich - v6 Chapter 352

“I don’t understand what you mean, Vincent. Didn’t the middleman tell you clearly before?” Welbe immediately dropped his face, looking a little unhappy.

Zhang Weixin laughed again, he took a sip of cigarettes, and then vomited a cigarette in front of the chandelier.

“King Charles is indeed my old friend. I trust him like trusting my own brother. But the question is, why should I trust you, my friend Tony.” Zhang Weixin lifted his chin and glanced around with his eyes. White people.

“If you agree to this transaction, I believe you will soon feel our sincerity.” Welby’s expression relaxed, and his face again showed a warm smile.

“We? So you are not the boss in the background?” Zhang Weixin sat upright and tapped his finger on the desktop.

“Of course not, I think you have seen it for a long time, Vinson.” Welbe pulled the white porcelain ashtray on the table in front of himself, and then dusted the ashes gracefully: “I am only a representative, so There is no need to continue this ridiculous and time-consuming quiz game. Dear Vinson, there is no question that can be honestly explained.”

“So do you have the power to make these transactions?” Zhang Weixin frowned slightly.

“It’s okay, I have full authority on it.” Welbey replied with open palms.

Zhang Weixin turned his head and glanced at Chen Donglai sitting on the other side. When he turned his head, his face was already filled with a warm smile: “I understand, Tony.”

Zhang Weixin made a gesture, and Chen Donglai took out a brown paper envelope from under the table and placed it on the table.

“This deal was done by Xingyitang, only…” Zhang Weixin pressed the envelope with his finger and fixed his eyes on Welbe’s eyes: “The conditions we proposed…”

“I promised you a certain amount, and if the initial cooperation between the two parties is good, we can also consider increasing the amount of the transaction.” Welbey snuffed out the cigarette butts in the ashtray, and then opened the briefcase he brought with him. A stack of documents was extracted from it.

“This is the first batch of 20 people’s identity documents. As long as the last step is completed, Angel Island will immediately release the people.” Welbe said according to the document.

“Hahaha, I really started to like you, Tony.” Zhang Weixin grinned and then pushed the kraft envelope to Welbe.

“This is the person you want, which fully meets your requirements. If there is no problem, I will send him to you tonight. You can rest assured that Xingyitang is doing things.” Zhang Weixin said with a pat on the chest .

“I’ll take a look first.” Welbe opened the envelope and pulled out a registration form with the official seals of the San Francisco City Government and Police Department under the form, as if it had been made from within the government.

“Okaki Marokuluo (Liu Lang Okashima)?” Welbe looked up at Zhang Weixin.

“The English name is Locke Okakima. You can call him Locke.” Zhang Weixin pointed to the document.

“What is his real name?” Welby put the document on the table.

“His real name is Zhang Xing. He is 22 years old this year. He is from Panyu. He is from Donglai.” Zhang Weixin raised his thumb and pointed to the white paper fan beside him.

“He was born in Los Angeles, his parents died in a traffic accident at the age of six, and then he was adopted by a Japanese immigrant who lives next to their house.” Chen Donglai introduced.

“The Japanese surnamed Dashan has opened a shoe-making workshop in the urban area, specially tailoring leather shoes for the rich there.” Zhang Weixin interjected.

“That mountain is not good for Zhang Xing. He just wants a free servant. In addition to serving the family of Futian, Zhang Xing usually has to work in the workshop during the day.”

Chen Donglai gently shook the paper fan and picked up the tea cup from the table: “After being adopted by Dashan for five years, that is when Zhang Xing was eleven, because he couldn’t stand the abuse of Dashan, he escaped from the family’s house. He was worried After being caught back, he secretly climbed onto a train bound for San Francisco and then drove all the way to Chinatown.”.

“The six-year-old child has been able to remember a lot of things. His father once told him inadvertently that a relative opened a pharmacy in Chinatown in San Francisco, and he remembered everything in his heart,” Zhang Weixin added.

“At that time, he didn’t even know who the uncle’s surname was, so he went to find them one by one. In fact, his relative returned to China a few years ago, and the raw medicine shop had already been given to others. What happened to him in Chinatown? Maybe you can find it.” Chen Donglai, a white paper fan, shook his head with emotion.

“Just when he was on the street, he happened to meet our former host. The old man had a good heart and felt that the child had a relationship with him, so he was taken into Xingyi Church.” Zhang Weixin strangled the cigarette **** in the ashtray .

“At that time, Chinatown was full of beggars, and it was good to have a bite to eat. The old host even paid for himself to send him to study and read, which is really…” Chen Donglai’s tone was full of nostalgia: ” After all, he was also arrogant, even after graduating from high school.”

“Later, the old host was older and wanted Ye Luo to return to his roots, so he passed the host’s position to me and took his family back to his hometown in Foshan. He originally wanted to take Zhang Xing with him, but he was worried about delays. The child’s future, or he gave up this plan.” Zhang Weixin added.

“After graduating from high school, he has been working as a salesman in an American hardware company. Because he speaks fluent Japanese and is very familiar with the lifestyle of the Japanese, he often sells in the Japanese community. Those Japanese expatriates think he is also a Japanese People.” Chen Dong said.

“Does he know the risks behind this matter? We don’t need a skilled salesman.” Welbey took out the cigarette case and handed it to Zhang Weixin.

“He knows very well, it should be…” Zhang Weixin picked up a cigarette and turned his face to look at the white paper fan.

“What I need is…” Welbe lit the cigarette in his mouth with a lighter: “The kind of “dead” you Chinese call.

“Trust me, he is the “dead man” you want.” Zhang Weixin pointed at the file with his finger: “Last year the news came that the old host died and the Japanese killed him.”

“The Japanese insisted that the old host was a spy for the government, but the whole family, old and young, didn’t let it go… even the ancestral hall dedicated to the ancestors was burned.” Zhang Donglai poked the tabletop with a paper fan. His face was full of indignation.

“So this young man wants to avenge the old host?”

Welbe said, spitting smoke: “Hate alone is not enough. I need to talk to this young man in person.”

“No problem, then about tonight, will you go to the hotel where you live, or will I book a place here.” Zhang Weixin asked.

“Just choose a place in Chinatown, it’s set at seven in the evening.” Welbe pushed the stack of identity documents in front of him to Zhang Weixin.

“Now collect these documents, and you will be able to get people the day after tomorrow.” Welbe said with a smile.

At this time the door was pushed open, and the strong man bodyguard who just went out came in with a waiter carrying a tray.

“This is the coffee you want, sir.” The waiter put the tray on the edge of the table, and then placed the coffee pots and cups on the plate and the small pots containing condensed milk and granulated sugar in front of Welbe.

“Big brother, the dessert you want will be delivered immediately.” The waiter clamped the empty tray under his arm and reported to Zhang Weixin respectfully.

“Well, go out.” Zhang Weixin waved his hands impatiently.

“This is just the first step of our transaction. I said that you will see our sincerity.” Welbe poured himself a cup of coffee and scooped a spoonful of granulated sugar.

“The same is true of Xingyi Church, and it will never live up to a true good friend.” Zhang Weixin handed the stack of documents to Zhang Donglai.

“So, I wish us a happy cooperation.” Welbe picked up the coffee cup.

PS: Sorry, one day late.