Hans and Bowman had been waiting in the restaurant early, but when Tang Cheng appeared, it was already close to lunch time. They suppressed the anger that was rising in their hearts. In the office behind the restaurant, Hans, as the owner, helped Tang Cheng.
Cheng introduced Bowman, who is from Germany. "Hans, do me a favor, help me get rid of these things, and preferably help me convert the money directly into US dollars or pounds."
Regardless of Bowman's presence, he directly handed the small suitcase he had brought to Hans.
Hans opened the suitcase and took a look. He had seen the things inside last night. These things came from Henry's safe. "No problem, I can help you, but according to the rules of the black market, after taking action, I have to take 20%
Handling fee." Hans has long given up his plan to be friends with Tang Cheng. Since he can't be friends, he can only deal with Tang Cheng in a business-like manner.
He didn't seem to think there was anything unusual about Hans's attitude towards collecting the handling fee. Tang Cheng just shrugged at Hans and stretched out his right hand. "Okay, I'll give you 20% of the handling fee, but you first
You have to pay me the unpacking fee you promised me last night. You are the big boss, I am just a small citizen waiting for rice to be cooked, you can't rely on me!" Bowman did not participate in last night's action, so
Bowman couldn't understand what Tang Cheng was talking about about the unboxing fee at this moment.
Hans was helpless. It was not convenient for Bowman to know about Henry's affairs, so he could only squeeze out a smile at Tang Cheng and said that he could not charge Tang Cheng's handling fee this time. The two people in Tang Cheng spoke very quickly.
Bowman, who was not very proficient in Chinese, had not yet figured out what was going on. Hans and Tang Cheng reached a tacit agreement. Among the three, only Bowman was the one who was kept in the dark.
Guy.
In desperation, Bauman and Hans started talking German, and now Tang Cheng became the one who couldn't understand. "Hey, I'd like to ask you two, can you speak in a language I can understand?"
Anxious Tang Cheng rolled his eyes, his face full of impatience, not hiding his dissatisfaction at all. Hans and Hans looked at each other and finally couldn't help but grin, especially Bowman.
Laughing loudly, I thought to myself that this was not what I looked like just now.
Under Tang Cheng's impatient protest, Hans and Bauman had no choice but to talk in English, briefly talking to Bauman about last night's events, and the latter became more and more interested in Tang Cheng. "Tang, can you talk to Bauman?"
Let me tell you, how did you deal with Henry's people last night? As far as I know, among Henry's men, there are at least four veterans, and those people are not very easy to deal with." Bowman's voice was clear.
With a trace of doubt, Hans, who also had doubts, also dropped the thread on Tang Cheng.
"It's very simple. I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, which is Chinese Kung Fu. The veterans you mentioned are only good on the battlefield. Outside of the battlefield, if they are like this, I can beat ten of them." Tang Cheng smiled.
Shrugging his shoulders, as if to confirm his statement, Tang Cheng waved his hand and picked up an empty wine bottle from the wall, chopping it down hard with the palm of his right hand. In the eyes of Hans and Bowman, the shape of the empty wine bottle
The upper half was chopped into pieces by Tang Cheng.
"This bottle is not strong. When I practice boxing, I usually use blue bricks!" Tang Cheng ignored Hans and Bowman's silly expressions with their mouths wide open, and just threw the remaining half of the bottle back.
When he reached the corner, he said plainly without any joy on his face. He split bricks with one palm. In the military camps of later generations, any veteran could do it. But in this era, this kind of operation is a bit shocking, especially in Tangcheng.
He was a few years older than a middle school student. After seeing Tang Cheng's palms repeatedly without any scars, the surprise in Bowman's eyes became more intense, but he did not believe Tang Cheng's statement that he had practiced martial arts since childhood.
After barely prevaricating Bowman for a few words, Tang Cheng immediately looked at Hans, "Tell me, why did you call me here? Let's agree in advance that I can help you, but I have to collect money. Who told me to be a person now?
You're a pauper!" Tang Cheng is not stupid. When Hans asked him to come to the restaurant last night, Tang Cheng had already expected it. Seeing Hans's eyes twinkling at this moment, Tang Cheng knew that this guy must have something to help him.
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Sure enough, as Tang Cheng expected, Hans did not give up his previous decision because Tang Cheng wanted money for his death. "Tang, I came to you, there is indeed something that needs your help. I told you last night,
Henry has a list of people I am interested in. Because of your help, this list is already in my hands, but you also know that my people are not good at force operations, so I still need your help!" Hans
His words were a little awkward, but Tang Cheng had already understood the meaning.
"Tang, let me explain to you clearly. I need you to help me clean up a few people just like you did last night! The specific actions are the same as last night. I will collect and handle the relevant intelligence and cleanup afterwards. The specific actions
You come and implement it. If you agree to help us, we will get half of what we find on site!" Hans did not shy away from the fact that Bowman was still here, and stated his request. Seeing Tang Cheng's expression hesitant, he added
That's the last sentence.
Hans finally said that half of the things found at the scene were half of the family. Naturally, Tang Cheng understood what the other party meant. After thinking about it for a moment, Tang Cheng stretched out a finger to Hans. "Hans, why don't you provide it?"
Relevant intelligence and identify the target, I will help you kill the target. Just give me a thousand dollars for each target. Since it is a business, let's be straightforward. Every time we kill a target, we will settle the account once, without any delay.
So much the better."
When Tang Cheng made such a request, Hans naturally understood that Tang Cheng did not want to have too deep a relationship with him. Thinking about it carefully, the suggestion proposed by Tang Cheng seemed to be quite good. "No problem, a goal of one thousand dollars.
But if you do this, you will suffer a loss." As Hans spoke, he took out a few photos from the drawer. The first photo he pushed to Tang Cheng's hand showed a fat white man. "This man's name is Willy.
, runs a restaurant in the French Concession. It is said that his wife has a diamond necklace worth at least three thousand US dollars..."
When Hans mentioned three thousand dollars, he suddenly stopped talking, and then used the corner of his eye to pay attention to Tang Cheng's expression and reaction. Unfortunately, the expression on Tang Cheng's face was the same as before, and Hans did not notice anything.
The fluctuations were the same. Bowman, who also paid attention to Tang Cheng's expression, secretly said that he was surprised that just now Tang Cheng was still looking like he was desperate for money, but now when he heard three thousand dollars, the expression on his face did not fluctuate at all. Baoman
Man didn't know whether Tang Cheng didn't care about three thousand dollars or simply didn't know how much purchasing power three thousand dollars had.
"Hans, it's useless what you said. I'll just take what I deserve. Since we have agreed on one thousand dollars per person, let's do it at this price, even if the diamond necklace is worth ten thousand dollars."
I won’t take another look at the U.S. dollar.” Tang Cheng, who saw through Hans’s intentions, winked at the other party and smiled. “I know that you Westerners value the spirit of contract, and we Chinese are not bad either. In the eyes of us Chinese, Xinyi and what you call
The spirit of the contract is the same."
There were a total of five photos that Hans took out. Tang Cheng did not need to understand in depth why these people became Hans' targets. He just wrote the names and addresses of the targets on the backs of their respective photos according to what Hans told them.
After confirming that the target people in these photos were all in the French Concession, Tang Cheng asked Hans for a map of the French Concession. He looked down at it for a while, and then started to write and draw on the map with a pencil. After a while,
Tang Cheng slowly raised his head and made his request to Hans.
"It's not very difficult, but I need you to prepare a car and a driver, and the driver must obey my command. In addition, I also need you to help me prepare a Japanese Type 38 rifle and 20 rounds of ammunition. If
It would be even better if we could get some make-up paints used by movie actors." Tang Cheng naturally had his own ideas when making these requests, so he didn't need to explain too much to Hans.
"The car is fine. I can be your driver and I will definitely obey your orders. But the Japanese 38 rifle you just mentioned is a bit difficult to get. It can be obtained, but it will take time. Makeup paint is simple.
, give me an hour, and I can get you a lot." Bowman, who had been acting as a passerby, suddenly interrupted, but Hans, who took the initiative to seek help from Tangcheng, did not stop Bowman from interrupting.
I have known for a long time that you two are a team! Bowman's interruption did not arouse Tang Cheng's surprise, but he did not expect that this man named Bowman could bear to speak until now. "If there is trouble with the rifle, forget it.
, I don’t mind using other types of rifles, as long as there are no problems with the car and the paint." Tangcheng did not object to Bowman acting as his driver, and Tangcheng would not let Bowman really participate in the operation anyway.
Hans was overjoyed at Tangcheng's pleasure. He immediately picked up the phone on the table and called his people to assign tasks. "Okay, the car and oil paint can be done after lunch. Japanese style three
Eight rifles are a bit troublesome, but my people said we can get two before dark." After hanging up the phone, Hans smiled at Tang Cheng, with a strong sense of pride in his eyes.
"Okay! Then I'm not going anywhere today, I'll just stay here. You ask your people to keep an eye on these targets in the photo. If the guns and bullets can be delivered before dark, maybe today
In the evening, I can help you clear these goals. I hope you can prepare the money in advance. I don't like to be in debt!" After hearing what Hans said, Tang Cheng was not polite and yelled at himself.
We haven’t had breakfast yet, so let Hans cook for himself. (To be continued)