In the lobby of Grand Hyatt Hotel—

Like the layout of many large hotels, the hotel lobby has a front desk, a leisure area, and a lobby.

At this time, in the lobby bar, two blond and blue-eyed British men were drinking coffee accompanied by a middle-aged man.

In addition, there was also a handsome young man making a phone call at the bar.

The young man who was on the phone saw Song Zhichao and waved to him.

Of course, Song Zhichao knew the other party, Lin Jiahao, the eldest son of the Lin family.

As for the middle-aged man Song Zhichao, he also knew Hong Kong senior police Superintendent Ren Darong, and as for the two ghost guys, Song Zhichao had already learned their identities through the Jin Jiu's accusation. The senior military leaders of the British army stationed in Hong Kong were responsible for the crime of dereliction of duty by soldiers.

Song Zhichao was prepared for these people, so as soon as he walked over, he smiled directly and said to Ren Darong: "Hello, Ren Min R, we're meeting again."

Ren Darong smiled at him, "Yes, I feel a little uncomfortable when I meet so quickly."

Song Zhichao smiled, then looked at the famous ghost man in disbelief, "I don't know these two are..."

Ren Darong said: "They are senior executives of the Hong Kong troops..."

At this time, Lin Jiahao happened to walk over from the bar and said, "Let me give you an introduction."

"Mr. Smith and Mr. Wilson are both specialists in the army responsible for investigating economic cases - as for this one, I am my friend and the boss of Hong Kong Wanda Trading Company, Mr. Song Zhichao and Song!" Lin Jiahao calmly acted as an introducer in the middle and gave an introduction.

Smith - the big-nosed British man glanced at Song Zhichao: "Dear Mr. Song, the wise man doesn't say secret words. We are here to handle the case. As for what case it is, I think you must know."

When Song Zhichao heard this, he smiled slightly and glanced at Ren Darong.

Ren Darong did not shy away from his gaze at all, "I am a policeman, someone has reported the case. I am only responsible for notifying the British troops stationed in Hong Kong. What is the responsibility of him, and I hope you can understand Song Sheng."

Song Zhichao nodded, reached out to pull a chair, raised his legs, sat down slowly, then took out a cigarette and knocked it on the cigarette box, then bit it in his mouth and smiled at Smith and Wilson, "I know what you are here, I won't beat around the bush - how much do you want?"

"Uh..." Smith and Wilson were stunned, and then they were full of anger. "Dear Song, what do you mean by saying this?" almost roared.

Ren Darong, who was slowly drinking coffee, was almost choked. He didn't expect that Song Zhichao would be so bold that he would bribe these two British officers in front of him, a senior Hong Kong police superintendent.

Lin Jiahao was fine, holding the coffee and laughing slightly, and didn't know what he was laughing at. In fact, there was only one reason why he appeared here this time, and was asked by the military to "assist the investigation."

Song Zhichao didn't even look at the angry expressions of the two officers. He bit the cigarette, put his hands together and lit it, and then said slowly: "I admit that I bought the military supplies of your British troops stationed in Hong Kong. Well, it costs about 5 million."

"..." This time, except for Lin Jiahao, everyone else was confused. Unexpectedly, Song Zhichao would take the initiative to admit his "crime".

Ren Darong couldn't see Song Zhichao clearly. Originally, he wanted to help plead with mercy later, but it seemed that mercy was useless, so he admitted it, right? Well, let's just bury his head and drink coffee.

"Mr. Song, since you have admitted your crime, then..."

Before Smith could finish his words, Song Zhichao suddenly said: "That batch of goods is now at the Wan Chai Pier in Hong Kong, but it is just a ship to the Soviet Union. To be precise, that batch of goods has become Soviets. Not only does the Hong Kong police have no right to interfere, but your British troops stationed in Hong Kong have no right to seize them, unless your British Empire and the Soviet Union have diplomatic negotiations, well, it will directly become a major event between countries."

Smith and Wilson, who were originally confident, were both stunned, but they didn't expect the water inside to be so deep.

What kind of country was the Soviet Union?

The only superpower that dares to compete with the United States for the Cold War.

Will the British government challenge the huge Soviet Union for a mere five million? This question will be answered with your butt.

Song Zhichao observed his expressions and saw the expressions of Smith and Wilson, and knew what they were thinking. He continued: "For the country and the country, what is five million? I'm afraid it's not as good as bread slags. But if you expose this, will the British Empire dare to confront the Soviet Union? I think he dare not, well, to be precise, it's not worth it. So, what will your great empire do when it comes to your shame? If you are embarrassed, you can't recover the five million military supplies. Who is responsible? The first thing is to bear is me and the unlucky colonel, and then, who will it be?" Song Zhichao looked at Smith and Wilson with a smile.

Of course, Smith and Wilson understood that the two of them would be the ones who were unlucky next. Who told them to eat enough and have nothing to do and to throw this hot potato to the government?

For the British Empire, such things should either be handled publicly or have more things, or it is better to have less. The most taboo thing is to put them on the table, especially on the table of international diplomacy.

"Of course, since this matter has come out, we must give the British government an explanation, the military an explanation, and the two of you..." Song Zhichao, holding a cigarette, bounced in the ashtray on the table with graceful posture, "So, I'll make a suggestion, why don't we continue to cooperate!"

Smith and Wilson looked puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"It means that this reselling is a regular business. There is a lot of surplus of military supplies for your British army stationed in Hong Kong, right? How did you do it in the past? Don't tell me, you don't know anything. The remaining military supplies in the past were either consumed by some of your army's rats, or they were directly placed in the warehouse and moldy and spoiled..."

"But did you think that these moldy and deteriorating military supplies can be exchanged for money, they can be used for business, turned into money, and improved welfare for your army. For example, our Wanda Trading Company is willing to purchase some of your excess military supplies from your army every year. Of course, you can give appropriate discounts on the price, and I will package these military supplies into normal goods and circulate and sell them in major markets. In other words, I can serve as an agent of your army. As for this time, we should practice with each other - just imagine, if you turn the major international case of reselling military supplies into small things and small things, and finally turn bad into good things, and turn it into a normal transaction to improve the welfare of the army and solve the surplus goods, will it be beneficial to you, the army, and the British Empire government?"

After Song Zhichao finished speaking, he took a breath of cigarette and spit out an oval smoke ring, which floated open.

Smith and Wilson couldn't speak anymore.

After hearing this, Ren Darong couldn't help but look at Song Zhichao in surprise, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lin Jiahao looked complimented - Song Zhichao's move made him admire him.

Time passes one second or two seconds.

Seeing Smith and Wilson falling into deep thought, Song Zhichao snapped his fingers and greeted the waiter, "Lucky, change two cups of hot coffee here, they're cold."

Looking back, Song Zhichao said to Smith and Wilson very friendly: "The coffee will taste only when it is hot, because it will be a waste if it is cooler after waiting for too long."

Obviously, there is something in the words.

Song Zhichao is forcing them to make a decision quickly.

After gritting his teeth suddenly, Smith looked up at Song Zhichao and said, "Okay, you convinced me that this matter can just go through this! However, whether your company can cooperate with our army and become our partner depends on the decision after the meeting of our army."

When Song Zhichao heard this, he smiled, clapped his hands and said, "Thank you! I believe you will make the most correct decision-" Then he went deep into his arms, took out two checks from it, put them on the table, pushed them to Smith and Wilson in front of Ren Darong, and said with a smile: "It takes a lot to convince the top military leaders, and this is my only wish!"

Ren Darong coughed, picked up the coffee uneasy, pretending to turn a blind eye.
Chapter completed!