Dominate the Country

The city of Nanjing is very large and vast, but no matter how large or vast the place is, after one or two million people are crammed into it, the land in Nanjing begins to become more expensive.

Many companies and firms that had settled in Nanjing in the early years made a lot of money from selling land.

Isn't it a good place to put the warehouse and goods? Does it have to be put in the city? This is completely unnecessary.

After selling the land in the city, you only need a quarter or even less than a fifth of the sale price to buy a good piece of land outside the city. Many powerful and large merchants did not care about this profit at the beginning. However, with the further development of Nanjing's cityscape, even if those large merchants did not care about profits, they could not bear to see their money being lost in vain.

Besides, in a business district where land is at a premium, there is a warehouse or warehouse that occupies a large area. This is not good, and people will call the owner a fool.

On this day, Woshina and two of his men rode a carriage across the city of Nanjing. They got off the carriage near Xiaguan Pier in the north of the city, walked for another two or three miles, and stopped in front of a Baishan Trading Company store on the roadside. Stop.

This Baishan Trading Company has a small storefront. It is similar to other small shops. It has a front store and a back store. The space in the store is so small that if there are more than ten people standing there, they might not be able to turn around. However, although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. The shop is not big, but the store has a wide variety of products: from steam spinning machines to paper and pen and ink; expensive ginseng and deer antlers, high-end porcelain, cheap straw hats and bamboo baskets, iron needles and thin threads, and raw silk Cotton cloth, lacquerware, medicines, there are fifty or sixty things written on the tooth tags, and the tooth tags that are half a person tall are full of them.

This is the store in Jiangnan, this is the store in Nanjing. Xiaguan Wharf is a prosperous place in Nanjing. The shops here are just like this. It is a small shop with three or five employees. The annual trade volume easily exceeds one million, and the signboard is very grand.

"Baishan Trading Company?" The people around Woshina raised their heads, glanced at the black and yellow signboard, and read out the name of the store.

Woshina sighed, this is it. If things were not bad, all the goods would have been sold out.

How could the British pin all their hopes for guns on an outsider like Monkey for the major event they were preparing? That was just a cover-up. The real arms were in the Baishan Trading Company.

Woshina nodded and walked into Baishan Trading Company. The two people around him looked at the street for a moment and followed in hastily.

The business in the store was light, with only one customer buying whale oil. A waiter was standing at the counter using a tin spoon to scoop out the oil from the tin bucket. Behind the counter stood a shopkeeper, fiddling with his abacus. His glasses were placed on the bridge of his nose. He picked up the brush and made a tick on the open account book. He looked very involved. When Washina walked into the store, he didn't even raise his head to say hello.

However, the waiter reacted quickly. When he saw Washina entering the store, he hurriedly stopped to say hello.

"Sir, what do you want to buy? Our store has everything you need from all over the world..."

Woshina glanced at the waiter and hesitated for a moment, mainly because of the customer. After the two people behind him also walked into the store, he said: "May I ask the store owner, do you have leathers sent by Blackwater for sale here? "

"What leather?"

The shop assistant was stunned. He had been working in a commercial goods store for four or five years, but he had never heard of the name Blackwater. Is it a newly established leather goods store? The capital of Baishan Trading Company is not large, and the business is neither good nor bad. The store clerk has been in the store for two years, and he can swear that he has never dealt with a merchant named Blackwater.

But even if he had never heard of the word "black water", the store clerk would not push the customers elsewhere. He had encountered this kind of thing many times. If there is no black water, there can be white water, green water, or yellow water. They are all skinned anyway. He didn't reply that he didn't know what Black Water was, so he greeted the shopkeeper first, and then smiled at Woshina.

The shopkeeper's eyelids rolled up, and his normally dull eyes flashed with sharpness. His eyesight scanned Woshina in front of him like a radar, from top to bottom, and finally fixed his eyes on Woshina's waist.

"I have heard of the name Black Water, but its leather is not considered top quality. Sir, why don't you take a look at the products in our store? Authentic Xianbei products, let's take a look at the inside first."

In the leather goods industry, what is now called Xianbei refers to the original Siberia. The leather produced there is of the best quality, so counterfeit goods are inevitable on the market.

Of course, this sentence is actually a code word.

Both the shopkeeper and Woshina knew this well, and each received the notice. One was waiting for the other to pick up the goods, and the other was going to pick up the goods.

In addition to the secret code on his lips, the token was the ornament hanging on Woshina's waist. Today Woshina specially put on Han attire, and hung a carved mother-in-law from Qianlong Tongbao around her waist.

This is no longer a taboo thing in Chen Han nowadays.

Qianlong Yintong's "Qianlong" has a very good meaning. His Tongbao carved mother is very popular in the 21st century in the original time and space. In this era, Qianlong Tongbao carved mother, mother's money, tooth sample, sample Money, furnace money, etc. are also very popular.

Chen Han didn't care.

Chen Ming felt that it was not necessary. He believed that there were not many people in China who still cared about the Qing Dynasty.

At the same time, he believes that this is also a sign of magnanimity.

It would be a shame if the government ordered the confiscation of Qianlong Tongbao money. It’s a seriously unconfident experience!

It’s just that the Qianlong era is not far away, and Chen Han’s country is not as war-torn as modern China. People with a little bit of class play with Qianlong’s mother coins, sample coins, or furnace opening coins with meanings. And what Wo Shine brought today is a large sample of a carved mother coin, made of ivory. I dare not say how much it is on the market. Five thousand yuan is not high, and there are people who like it for ten thousand yuan.

Chen Han has been established for forty years.

When the Red Dynasty was established for forty years, the reform and opening up were almost a foregone conclusion.

In the forty years of Chen Han, the country was not peaceful and the people were safe, but it was necessary to strengthen the country and enrich the people. Large samples like this have long been owned by their respective owners, and few people would bring them to the market. This also proves Wo Shine’s identity in the eyes of outsiders in a certain way.

The shopkeeper then said to the shop assistant: "Li Jian, you should quickly settle the bill for this customer. You can’t let him wait for you with an oil barrel."

The shop assistant responded and went to settle the bill for the customer who bought whale oil.

The shopkeeper then closed the account book, walked out of the counter, stood in front of Woshina, looked at Woshina and others, and asked in a low voice: "From the accent of this gentleman, he is from the north?"

"No, we came from the west." Woshina was also looking at the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper looked to be in his fifties or sixties, but he knew that the deputy leader of the intelligence team was only forty-five years old. This deputy leader, codenamed Guishu, was not a bannerman, but his family of forty or fifty people was killed by Chen Han, so he was an absolutely trustworthy comrade. When the shopkeeper's family was wiped out, he was just one month old. He was wrapped in a package by the servants and luckily escaped. He survived.

However, the man who was only forty-five years old in the information now looked as old as fifty or sixty years old, which showed that he had not lived happily these years.

Although Woshine is a "troop leader", he has a fair face and speaks politely. If he changes into a public uniform, he will look more like a scholar who is well-read.

"Oh? Coming from the west? You all came from the west? It's cold enough in the west, and there are wars all day long."

The shopkeeper asked, while making a gesture, leading the few people to the back room of the store.

In the room, the shopkeeper and Woshine held hands tightly together, and the secret code had been matched.

This small business has been opened in Xiaguan for twelve or thirteen years, lurking very deep and stable, even the National Security Bureau did not suspect this small business. The shopkeeper has been lurking for so many years, suppressing the hatred in his heart, and has lived safely. This is the first time that the "energy" of the business has been fully mobilized. At this critical juncture, sending a small batch of arms to Nanjing is not an easy task.

The shopkeeper and Baishan Company have been safe and sound for more than ten years. In addition to being cautious, it may be because he did not take much action. Now that the company has taken action, there will be more and more clues left by the company, and it is difficult to guarantee that the national security will not smell the smell.

Of course, people may not know these things, but the shopkeeper may not be afraid.

For him, death is not the most terrible thing; revenge may be the most important thing. Who made him buried in hatred from the moment he could remember?

...

Zhou Tiancai has not had a good rest for N consecutive nights. At this critical moment, the police department has been busy all the time.

Although Chen Ming did not put any pressure on him after the information was handed over, how could Zhou Tiancai really have no pressure?

Seeing that it was December, the lice in the city had not been caught. If this really made a big news on the first day of the first lunar month, Zhou Tiancai would definitely be reprimanded, but this was not Zhou Tiancai’s first concern.

Zhou Tiancai's real concern was that if there was a big news on that day, it would be a disgrace to Chen Ming.

How could an emperor like Chen Ming not have a few loyal people under his command? Zhou Tiancai was one of them. He was a diehard.

At this time, his first consideration was how to make Chen Ming's farewell ceremony perfect. If the emperor's abdication ceremony became a mess, Zhou Tiancai would die a hundred times and could not redeem his sin. This would also leave a scar and an extra defect on Chen Ming's resume.

Zhou Tiancai had a premonition in his heart that if he didn't scratch the lice, something would really happen on the first day of the new year. He absolutely didn't want to see Chen Ming's glorious and majestic image imperfect and unsatisfactory.

"Sir." Liu Chengshan, the head of the Nanjing City Public Security Management Office, walked into Zhou Tiancai's office.

As one of the deputy ministers of the police department and the head of the Beijing City Public Security Management Office, which was temporarily established this time, Liu Chengshan relied on his reputation for handling cases for many years.

Liu Chengshan, who was born in the Boy Camp, graduated with the first place in the Spring and Autumn Boy Camp. He was promoted as fast as a rocket on the battlefield. If he hadn't lost three fingers in a battle, Liu Chengshan would have become a tiger general in the National Defense Army at a young age. But even if he lost three fingers, Liu Chengshan became the director of the Qinhuai Branch of the Nanjing Police Department at the age of 26 after he transferred to the police.

Up to now, Liu Chengshan has long been out of the local police system, starting from the serious crime team directly under the police department, and step by step to the position of deputy director.

Liu Chengshan also bears important responsibility for the public security in Beijing this time. Although the power of the national security system is also great, the state violence agency in the open is the police, and there are many special police in Beijing, no matter the number or coverage, completely crushing the national security hiding in the shadows.

So the heads of the Beijing Public Security Administration Office all came from the police, not the intelligence system. Even the current Minister of the Interior Gao Shida cannot deny this.

"Target D has been cleared. The main criminals of Target C have been secretly arrested and can be eliminated at any time."

It is already December. The Beijing Public Security Administration Office has arrested many saboteurs in the past. Some of them are high-level and low-level, and the difficulty of arrest is strong and weak, and the reasons are also different. Some are historical problems, some are independence elements from Annan, Myanmar and even North Korea. The sabotage actions they prepared are also light and heavy, but so far no organization has been found to assassinate Emperor Chen.

Liu Chengshan does not need to worry about them, because they have been arrested and imprisoned. What really worries him is those who have not been caught.

To date, according to the intelligence that the Public Security Administration Office has obtained, there are still four enemies in total. Of these four enemies, one is from the northwest and has something to do with the Muslim sect; one is pure mercenaries who do things for money and don't even know who their employer is; another is from Russia, which is called No. B within the Public Security Administration. It is considered the second organization, and many clues have been mastered by the Public Security Administration. The last one left is No. A, which is the biggest enemy of the Public Security Administration. Its traces were discovered in November, and only a few have been controlled so far.

"Please rest assured, sir, I will arrest them as soon as possible." After reporting the intelligence to Zhou Tiancai, Liu Chengshan was troubled by the No. A criminal organization in his heart, and he couldn't take the No. B criminal organization lightly, but he still promised his immediate superior.

After coming out of the police department, Liu Chengshan was in a bad mood. Although he made a promise in front of Zhou Tiancai, he really didn't know. The group of Russians still left some traces, because the leader was Russian, not an oriental face, which more or less left a deeper impression on people. But what about the No. A organization? According to the few pieces of information, they all have oriental faces.

The only clue is the Beijing dialect. Some of the group speaks authentic Yanjing dialect. The people in the Public Security Administration Office also inferred from this that those people are likely to be the remnants of the Eight Banners.

But no matter how disabled those Eight Banners scum are, there is no way to catch them?

To be honest, the other party is really too cautious. Liu Chengshan even deliberately relaxed the inspection of the checkpoints a while ago, hoping that the other party would take action, but he has not received any useful information so far.

Liu Chengshan has never thought of giving up his position, because he is confident that he is the first-class existence in handling and investigating cases in the entire police system. If he can't do it, others can't do it either.

Therefore, he must overcome this huge difficulty in front of him.

"Let's go." Liu Chengshan put on his hat and whispered. The two followers on the left and right immediately followed.

"Sir, where are you going now?"

"Back to the Administration Office." Liu Chengshan said as expected.

He came to see Zhou Tiancai once and made a promise, which was equivalent to putting a tight ring on himself. Liu Chengshan was also forcing himself. He was born in the Boy Camp, so there was no need to say what kind of status Chen Ming held in his heart. If Chen Ming's abdication ceremony or Chen Ming's farewell ceremony went wrong, he would not be ashamed to be an official.

Liu Chengshan never thought about the influence in the officialdom and the consideration of the official position.

In other words, there are really many loyal ministers of Chen Ming in the current Chen Han court.