My own war game

Chapter 359 The Richest Informant

Paris, Rue de Rivoli.

This commercial street located in the northwest corner of the Louvre is the second most prosperous avenue after Champs-Elysées. It is home to a large number of high-end hotels, department stores and office buildings. In the prime location in the center of the street, a mysterious wealthy businessman bought a business building a year ago.

At that time, people thought that a new department store would be built, but what the citizens did not expect was that it was actually a company specializing in women's products.

Department stores at this time already had counters specifically for women, but stores that sold entirely to women were still rare, let alone entire buildings dedicated to women's sales.

Stockings, perfumes, swimsuits, sanitary products... From small items like the newly launched lipstick to large luxury items like furs, the counters here have almost everything.

In addition to various old and famous brands, the operators even developed their own products.

There is only one marketing concept here - women first. All business designs are handled from a female perspective. Even if a man wants to enter, he must be accompanied by a female companion.

Things are sold at very high prices. Even the same products are 10% more expensive here than in other stores. But women flock to them anyway. Even young men in Paris will be specifically asked if they bought the gifts here when they give them to their girlfriends.

And even a handbag with a business logo can attract customers.

Early in the morning, a black car with a silver flying goddess stopped at the door of the building. A French man in a white casual suit locked the car door and walked towards the door while smoothing the hair wax on his head.

"Excuse me, sir, where is your female companion? If you are alone, we are sorry that we cannot accommodate you." The tall waitress at the door politely stopped the man from entering.

"Oh? Can't I go in either?" The man was not angry. Instead, he shook the exquisite car keys in his hand intentionally or unintentionally.

Looking at the glittering luxury goods in front of her, the waitress was slightly stunned, but soon returned to her original attitude.
"I'm sorry, sir. According to the requirements of our store, you cannot enter unless you are accompanied by a female companion."

"No one?"

"Yes."

"So what about Mr. President?" the man who looked like a playboy asked jokingly.

"Uh, the answer is still no." The waitress nodded.

"Oh! My God, Mr. Benjamin, I'm so sorry. She has just been working here for three days and doesn't know you yet." The female foreman, who was about 30 years old, ran over in a panic.

Boss?! The waitress then realized that the person in front of her was her boss, a wealthy man who ran the largest women's product store in France.

"No need to apologize, baby, in fact you did a great job! That's the philosophy we should have, women first, all the time." The frivolous lothario took the woman's hand and kissed it gently.

"You're going to get a raise, sweetheart."

The young woman blushed slightly, and only after the other party left did she hear an unclear conversation: "Look, I am more privileged than Charles de Gaulle now."

In the chairman's office on the fifth floor, Benjamin used a silver cigar tongs to process the tobacco airlifted from Cuba, and looked at the busy street scene downstairs with some emotion.

Once upon a time, he had only seen such a scene in his dreams.

dang dang ~~
There was a knock on the office door, and a slim-figured female secretary walked in. "Boss, they're here again, and this time they want to see you."

Benjamin thought for a moment and said, “Okay, let them wait for me in the reception room. I’ll be there later.”

In the reception room, three men and one woman sat on the sofa and looked around at the luxurious furnishings.

"Damn! This guy's office is more luxurious than the president's!" someone cursed in a low voice.

"This corrupt person is a traitor in the team!" This is another voice. "Be careful, the enemy is not a simple character. We have experienced many big scenes in the war against Germany." This is the calm captain speaking.

The three men were whispering, but the woman sitting next to them remained silent.

The door opened and a dandy in plain clothes came in.

"Gentlemen, how are you? This is the third time you have visited me in a week. Do you think the French Intelligence Agency agent would also like to do a part-time job with me?" Benjamin joked with a smile.

The leading captain stood up and said, "Mr. Benjamin, a few days ago, your company suddenly received a large sum of money from the UK. We would like to know its specific source."

"Oh, that's the payment we just received. Is there any problem?" Benjamin was not at all flustered when facing the other party's questioning.

"Payment? You mean you made tens of millions of pounds selling stockings? One stack wouldn't be enough for every woman in the UK, right?" the man said with a frown.

"It's a trade secret. No comment." Benjamin said with an attitude of doubt.

"With this huge sum of money from unknown sources, we can arrest you right now, do you understand?!" The people on the side began to lose their patience.

"Please go ahead. If possible, I'd like to leave a message for the girl I'm dating tonight. Is that okay?" The playboy cooperated and stretched out his hands.

"You!" The elites of the French intelligence department were helpless. They had been strictly ordered by their superiors not to use harsh measures against this guy.

“Forget it, you guys go out. Mr. Benjamin and I need to talk alone.” The woman in the corner suddenly spoke.

Upon hearing this, several men stood up and retreated without any objection, indicating that this woman was the real leader of this group.

"Odivia, you are beautiful again, even more beautiful than when Ms. Christine was young." Benjamin smiled and joked with the woman in front of him.

The intelligence agent named Odavia ignored him and took out a large check from her bag and put it on the table. "Where's Daffodil?"

Benjamin glanced at the number on the check, then pressed a button, and a secret compartment on the wall appeared, revealing Van Gogh's famous work "Daffodils".

The woman took out some tools from her handbag and began to carefully examine the details of the painting. After about twenty minutes, she nodded and put away the work on the table. "No problem, it is indeed a genuine Van Gogh."

"Thank you for your check, and thank Charles de Gaulle for me."

"You should call Mr. President." The woman frowned visibly.

"Sorry, I got used to being called that when I was thrown into a Soviet POW camp." Benjamin responded with a smile, as if he didn't care at all.

The woman was silent for a moment. "You should know that the interim government had just been established and was not able to help you..."

"Let's not talk about this anymore," Benjamin interrupted. "The deal is done. If you don't have anything else to do, why not go to the merchandise area downstairs? I'll ask the staff to give you a discount."

"No, I have something else to do. It's very important." The woman took out a piece of paper from her bag and pushed it over. There was dense writing on it.

"To Berlin, it will be done within a week. The price is 10 times the previous price. If you have other requirements, you can also ask for them."

Benjamin looked at the number and raised his eyebrows. "Is the French Provisional Government so rich now? This number requires you to use your foreign exchange reserves."

"No, the French government is just the leader this time." Odavia shook her head, sat up straight and said meaningfully.

“This time we will settle in U.S. dollars.”

(End of this chapter)