Suddenly, Zheng Gongyin laughed, sat on his side, put his fat right leg on his left leg with difficulty, coughed a few times and said:
"Xiao Xiang...hehe, you have said so, but what else do you ask me to say...hehe, Director Jiang, what did I say? I said this young man has some skills, right? Haha!"
Jiang Meilu also smiled and sighed, staring at Xiang Xiaoqiang:
"It is true that heroes emerge from youth... But Mr. Xiang, if you are only satisfied with rescuing people... Haha, then all Your Majesty will get is some praise, hahaha..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled, his teeth showing a hint of coldness:
"Did I say that I am only satisfied with rescuing people? Doing this kind of thing does not mean that saving people will result in less blood. Quite the contrary... As long as you provide enough firepower, I can leave no one alive. That way
On the contrary, it is safer.”
Jiang Meilu couldn't help but feel chilled by his words.
…
Once the royal family saw the benefits of a successful rescue, they immediately became interested.
First of all, the 14 Tiandihui should ask Xiaoqiang to leave only the loyal Snail Goushun and the two "beards" who are good at shooting. They all came from the north and spoke a northern dialect.
He was also familiar with the situation within the Qing Dynasty.
For the remaining ten people, we first considered the veterans of the commando team. Because Xiang Xiaoqiang insisted that everyone must be able to speak northern dialect, it was not easy to find them, so only seven were found. Their parents came from the north and they were born in
Southern, but learn to speak a northern dialect.
There is also a doctor. He is a Marine Corps doctor from the Yangtze River Fleet. He can meet the requirements of both fighting and treating injuries.
Two more agents were selected from the East Factory.
One is from the Operations Department of the First Bureau. This person's surname is Zhuo, and his name is Zhuo Buqun. This name probably means "outstanding". Xiang Xiaoqiang regrets why his surname is not Yue.
Zhuo Buqun is from the south, but because he is in the Operations Department, he speaks Shandong dialect. His specialty is assassination and demolition, so the task of bombing the railway will be given to him.
The other one is from behind enemy lines. This man’s name is even more funny. His surname is Du, his first name is Teng, and his given name is Zi Teng. He is nicknamed "Stomach Pain" in the Second Division. He majors in Beijing Mandarin and will be responsible for cooperating with the local Tiandihui organization.
Contact and get help. And he can operate the radio and will be responsible for radio contact with the rear.
In this way, plus Xiang Xiaoqiang, there are exactly fifteen people. It should be a very effective team.
…
The final negotiations have begun.
Regarding the specific amount of the reward, I asked Xiaoqiang Shizi to test it out, and he asked for 1 million Mingyang.
As expected, Zheng Gongyin and Jiang Meilu opened their mouths on the spot and were horrified. Zheng Gongyin even said on the spot that there was no need to report the number of 1 million to His Majesty, he could just pass it by.
Xiang Xiaoqiang is used to the unredeemable banknotes of later generations. Currencies that have gone through countless inflations can easily amount to tens of millions or hundreds of millions. He always feels that the tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands offered by Mingyang now are not enough.
Zheng Gongyin shouted that Xiang Xiaoqiang was not sincere, while Jiang Meilu lowered her face and said coldly:
"Mr. Xiang, it costs more than 2 million yuan to build a destroyer. The amount you want is enough to build half a destroyer."
Xiang Xiaoqiang recalled that the British built a tribal-class destroyer in the 1930s for about 2.5 million yuan, while Jiang Meilu and Ming Dynasty built a destroyer for more than 2 million yuan, which should be about the same.
He leaned in his chair and said lazily:
"Master Marquis, Director... If this thing is done, the benefits you will get are far more than half a destroyer... I'm afraid it's more than a large fleet... If it can't be done, you won't lose anything. I
But it will cost you your life."
Jiang Meilu said seriously:
"You have to understand that what we want to protect is not just your own glory and wealth. We also need to protect the prosperity and wealth of the dozen or so people who went with you."
"Then tell me the number and I'll listen."
"One hundred thousand."
"One hundred thousand?" Xiang Xiaoqiang pulled his face and stood up, "Then I might as well speculate in stocks and futures by myself. Based on the information I have, which materials will double in price in the next two years, which companies
The stocks will rise sharply, and I have in my mind hundreds of thousands? Humph, I might as well lie in bed peacefully and earn this money by myself."
Zheng Gongyin and Jiang Meilu looked at each other and were really frightened by his tone. They really didn't know how much information this powerful British intelligence officer had. In fact, Xiang Xiaoqiang was really not bragging. He didn't really know that.
The historical price of stock futures does not matter. He only needs to know that a big war will be fought in the next one or two years, and that is enough.
They invited Xiang Xiaoqiang to sit down and talk again. After some back and forth and bargaining like squeezing out toothpaste, the royal family offered 400,000 yuan, while Xiang Xiaoqiang lowered the price to 600,000 yuan. They could no longer agree on the price.
"That's good," Xiang Xiaoqiang said, "Do you, the Ming royal family, have any foreign bonds?"
Zheng Gongyin rolled his eyes:
"have."
"Is there any German one?"
"have."
"How about it? Now that Hitler is playing with fire every day, do you still want to keep those pieces of paper? Maybe one day the patience of Britain and France will run out, and it will really turn into pieces of paper."
Zheng Gongyin pondered his words, his eyes kept rolling, and after holding it in for a long time, his face turned red and he said:
"How much do you want?"
"how much do you have?"
Zheng Gongyin held it in for another long time and said:
"I have 60,000 to 70,000 Mingyang in my hand, and Your Majesty has about 30,000 to 40,000."
Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled and said:
"I want them all. Let's count these 'waste papers' as 100,000, plus 400,000 Mingyang, and count as 500,000 first. What do you think? Do you think it's appropriate?"
Zheng Gongyin licked her lips and rolled her eyes:
"Can!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled and said:
"In this way, I want 600,000, and you have offered 500,000, but we still have a difference of 100,000."
Zheng Gongyin frowned.
"I have a proposal. If we can reach an agreement, I don't want the 100,000 yuan..."
After some discussion, an agreement was reached:
After the Queen returns to power, Xiang Xiaoqiang will directly provide the Ming government with the burial locations of the minerals and energy they need, and the government will immediately conduct exploration and bidding for mining. In return, as long as the location provided is accurate, Xiang Xiaoqiang will receive 10,000 Ming Yang each time.
remuneration and automatically own 20% of the mine's dry shares.
To be honest, Zheng Gongyin and Jiang Meilu really found this statement unbelievable. As a senior agent of Dongchang, Jiang Meilu had difficulty understanding the source of Xiang Xiaoqiang's intelligence. Could it be that the British Military Intelligence Agency specializes in investigating minerals in the Ming Dynasty?
However, once war breaks out with the Qing Dynasty, the value of various minerals that have depreciated due to the Great Depression will skyrocket. If Xiang Xiaoqiang really has this ability, what's the point of a win-win situation?
…
Now the total amount has been negotiated, 400,000 Mingyang, plus 100,000 German bonds, plus a mining agreement.
Xiang Xiaoqiang made two more requests that surprised them:
First, help him get Swiss citizenship.
Second, out of the 400,000 Mingyang, only 100,000 was left in cash, and they had to buy the other 300,000 into various stocks and futures for him. Moreover, the 100,000 left in cash had to be converted into U.S. dollars for him.
Open an account at the UBS branch and deposit it.
He was obviously planning to run away. Jiang Meilu smiled and asked him if he planned to run away as soon as the war started between Ming and Qing Dynasties. He smiled at Xiaoqiang and said:
"If I wanted to run away, I wouldn't have made a mining agreement for you. This is just a precaution. After all, my intelligence sources are all in Europe, and I don't have a clear picture of the situation in the East in the next few years."
Then, Xiang Xiaoqiang made a list for them and wrote down the stocks and futures he asked them to buy on their behalf:
There are more than ten types of steel futures, copper futures, oil futures, nylon futures, gold futures, etc. that expired from 1936 to 1937, all of which are war materials.
There are also stocks of more than a dozen companies such as Mauser, Krupp, Rheinmetall, Bofors, Oerlikon, Mercedes-Benz, and Volkswagen. These all directly provide weapons and transportation for the battlefield.
Yes, the increase is most immediate.
...They were all stocks of European companies, and there was no Ming Dynasty company. Jiang Meilu caught it sensitively. She narrowed her eyes and asked:
"Why, Mr. Xiang thinks... Europe will also go to war?"
Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled and didn't answer. Isn't there going to be a war? Italy will invade Abyssinia in May next year, but the bulk is still in July.
The Spanish Civil War in July 1936 is known as a dress rehearsal for World War II. It will be fought in darkness, with no light from the sun or the moon. The Spanish land will become a testing ground for various new weapons.
"You can also buy some," Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled slightly, "Master Marquis, do you have any Spanish bonds in your hand?"
"have."
"how many?"
"There are quite a few...why, you want them too?"
Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled and said:
"Sell it as soon as possible. All of it will be sold out by July next year at the latest, otherwise it will become useless paper...I'm not trying to scare you."
Zheng Gongyin was stunned:
"What, are you, the British, going to send troops to overthrow the Spanish government?"
It was not Britain who wanted to subvert, it was Franco who wanted to subvert.
Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled slightly:
"This...this is the source of my information, so don't ask. In short, Mr. Marquis, just hope that I come back alive. If I can come back alive, I will provide the information and Mr. Marquis, you will provide the money, and we will make a fortune together.
.Of course, Director Jiang, you can also make a fortune with us, haha."
In this case, if I can succeed in this vote, then next year, Xiang Xiaoqiang and I will become a billionaire.
…
At this time, Zheng Yucong ran in again, looked at Jiang Meilu, and asked:
"Are you Director Jiang?"
Jiang Meilu stood up and said with a smile:
"Yes, I am."
"I have your phone number. Come with me."
…
After a while, Jiang Meilu came back and said mysteriously:
"The latest information from the north is coming...about the prisoner of war train."
Xiang Xiaoqiang felt a shiver in his heart: As mentioned in last night's meeting, the prisoner-of-war train would leave as early as noon today. If it really started running now, they would be on the plane within a few hours.
He stabilized his beating heart in his chest and asked casually: