You were allowed to marry into No. 76 family, and you were promoted to director?

Chapter 310 Seeing Through
Iitaro and Toyoda Jiro had already understood what Toa meant.

Furthermore, the two were fully aware of the situation regarding the cargo ship that was scheduled to dock at the Shiliupu Wharf at 6 PM this evening.

After all, no cargo ship that travels by sea can escape their watchful eyes, and their shipping schedules will naturally be reported to the navy.

Jiro Toyoda and Iitaro exchanged a glance. The reason they hadn't considered taking the ship before was simply because there was no benefit in it.

Things are different now. As far as they know, Daoya needs a lot of things on that ship, at least two hundred thousand US dollars according to the order.

Two hundred thousand!
In the past, they wouldn't have dared to imagine that a single business deal could earn so much money.

Most importantly, this is a risk-free business!

However, there's still a problem, which makes Toyoda Jiro and Iitaro very unwilling. So, after exchanging a glance, Iitaro looked at Toa with a troubled expression:
“Niece, we do know that a batch of goods will arrive at the Shiliupu Wharf today, but its route is a bit off from our area. If we can get it to change its route before entering the port, we can help you get those goods!”

Sato Ai looked at Iitarou in surprise, while Toaya pretended to be unaware and exclaimed:
"Uncle Iitaro, is this news true?"

Iitaro and Toyoda Jiro both nodded, but Toa looked at them with a conflicted expression:

"But wouldn't it be inappropriate to do this?"

Iitaro simply waved his hand and laughed:
"If their ship passes through our defense zone, it is our duty to conduct routine inspections. Some damage during the inspection process is also normal. The problem now is that the ship is unlikely to pass through our defense zone."

Jiro Toyoda nodded with regret; watching real money slip away was truly unpleasant.

Dao Ya frowned slightly:
"If that's the case, I can help get that ship to change course."

Seeing that everyone was looking at her curiously, Dao Ya smiled and continued:

"It's actually very simple. I know people from the Song family. As long as their ship occupies that waterway, and then pretends that it's a cargo ship that has been hijacked by pirates and has explosives planted on it, another ship can change course and come to you to request support."

"The rest is simple. Uncles, you can just use the pretext of protecting the cargo ship to carry out your duties, and then rescue the Song family's cargo ship as well."

"However, in that case, we need precise coordination; otherwise, it's simply impossible to do this."

Jiro Toyoda burst into laughter:

"If that's the case, our reasoning is even stronger."

Iitaro looked at Daoya with surprise. He didn't expect that this girl would know the Yuan family. The Song family started out building ships and had a lot of assets.

If the Song family can help, Dao Ya's suggestion might actually be feasible.

After thinking it over carefully, Iitaro nodded and smiled:

“Niece Daoya, that’s easy. I will provide you with accurate information about that cargo ship. As long as you can do what you say, then rest assured, we will definitely deliver the goods to you. In addition, we will also rescue the Song family’s cargo ship.”

After the business deal was settled, Iitaro and Toyoda Jiro originally wanted to invite Toa and Sato Ai to lunch, but Toa said she had to make arrangements now. She even took the group directly to Citibank, withdrew a deposit of $20,000 and gave it to Iitaro before leaving with Sato Ai.

The black Cadillac was heading towards Baoshan Road. Sato Ai, sitting in the back seat, asked curiously:

"Xiaoya, how do you know the Song family?"

Daoya smiled and replied:

"Didn't you know that Song Yuanyuan, the eldest daughter of the Song family, is our senior?"

Sato Ai smiled awkwardly. At Shenjiang University, very few people were willing to hang out with her, except for Dao Ya, who didn't mind her Japanese identity.

"However, we didn't have much interaction when we were in school. It was after we started doing business together that we ran into the Song family buying our goods. The person who negotiated with me was my senior. That's how I got to know her."

"We're sure our senior will help us this time."

Sato Ai was still a little worried, not because she didn't trust Dao Ya, but because she was concerned that Song Yuanyuan wouldn't help them.

After all, this kind of thing is essentially going against the Japanese army, so it would be difficult for the Song family to show their faces, right?

Seeing Sato Ai's worried expression, Toa patted her shoulder and said:

"Don't worry, Xiao Ai. I have a great relationship with my senior. We're just going to meet her now. I'll introduce her to you. She's a very nice person, gentle and beautiful. I'm sure you'll like her."

Sato Ai blinked as she looked at Toa:
"Is she prettier than Sister Daoyan?"

Dao Ya's lips curled slightly:
“Probably.”

Soon, the two arrived at the Song Mansion by car.

The people at the gate saw Dao Ya in the car and let the vehicle drive into the mansion without any hindrance.

Seeing this, Sato Ai breathed a slight sigh of relief. At least it seemed that Xiaoya and the Song family had a good relationship.

In the courtyard, after a servant went in to announce her arrival, Song Yuanyuan, who was tall and had an outstanding temperament, came out wearing a light blue cheongsam and black high heels.

Seeing Dao Ya and Sato Ai get off the bus, Song Yuanyuan walked forward with a gentle smile.

When Sato Ai saw Song Yuanyuan, she was momentarily stunned. To be honest, this senior was really beautiful.

An oval face, a delicate and refined appearance even without makeup, naturally red lips, and a gentle and virtuous temperament that is immediately apparent.

However, Sato Ai felt that Dao Ya had deceived her. Although she admitted that Song Yuanyuan was pretty, she was at least not as pretty as Dao Yan.

"Xiaoya, what brings you here?"

Song Yuanyuan asked the question knowingly, and Dao Ya walked forward with a grin, threw herself into Song Yuanyuan's arms, hugged her, and then said:
"Sister Yuanyuan, let me introduce you. This is my good friend Sato Ai, who is also my business partner."

"Xiao Ai, this is Miss Song, Sister Yuanyuan."

Sato Ai bowed deeply:
"Hello, Sister Yuanyuan."

After getting to know each other, Sato Ai truly felt that Song Yuanyuan was just as Dao Ya had described—she was incredibly gentle. Sato Ai felt that Dao Yan couldn't compare to her in this respect, which explained why Dao Ya thought Song Yuanyuan was prettier than Dao Yan.

She speaks to you in such a soft and gentle voice, and takes care of you in every way. Anyone would be confused if they were with such an older sister!
Even Sato Ai didn't know how she was pulled into the villa by Song Yuanyuan. All Sato Ai felt was that her senior's hands were so soft and warm.

In the Song family's living room, after having tea and fruit brought in, Song Yuanyuan looked at the two children with a smile and asked:
"Xiao Ai, don't be shy, make yourself at home here."

Sato Ai nodded repeatedly, but still sat obediently next to Toa, thinking that she must not leave a bad impression on her senior.

"Xiaoya, you came to see me at this time, you didn't just come to see me for no reason, did you?"

Dao Ya got straight to the point, smiling at Song Yuanyuan, and the two began their acting duet:
"Sister Yuanyuan, you are truly a genius! Xiao Ai and I have come here today because we really have something we'd like to ask you for help with."

Sato Ai lowered her head shyly, her face flushed. After all, it was her first time visiting someone's home and she was asking for help, so Sato Ai was quite embarrassed.

At noon, at the Military Police Hospital.

Zhao Xuan was using the nanophone that Dao Ya carried on her person to observe Dao Ya's mission progress via nano-flying insects.

It must be said that Dao Ya's ideas are imaginative and her plans are very detailed.

When Dao Ya told him about this radical plan, Zhao Xuan found it unbelievable.

Under normal circumstances, when faced with a cargo ship loaded with raw materials for manufacturing poison gas bombs, both the Kuomintang military intelligence and the underground Communist Party would choose to destroy it at any cost.

However, Dao Ya didn't think about it from this perspective. Instead, she wanted to completely cut off the way the raw materials entered Shanghai.

Moreover, the most ingenious aspect of Daoya's move is that she doesn't want all the raw materials, but rather the most important one.

Without this most important type of raw material, it wouldn't matter even if everything else was successfully delivered to the completed Sheshan Research Institute.

After all, without the key components, the remaining raw materials are just a pile of waste.

Most importantly, after obtaining this type of raw material, Daoya ultimately refined not hydrogen chloride, but cyanuric chloride.

Unfortunately, the Sheshan Research Institute, which is currently working overtime to produce poison gas bombs, only has hydrogen chloride available for its production.

Even if the Japanese knew that Daoya had cyanuric chloride, it would be like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut if they wanted to reduce it to hydrogen chloride.

Putting aside whether it can be reconstituted, the price of one unit of cyanuric chloride can buy one hundred units of hydrogen chloride. Unless the Japanese have lost their minds, they wouldn't do such an outrageous business.

As for wanting Daoya to help produce hydrogen chloride, I'm sorry, my equipment only produces cyanuric chloride. It's impossible for me to abandon the refining of cyanuric chloride just because of an intermediate product. That would be a waste of money.

Furthermore, Toa and Sato Ai's business now has the backing of not only the Military Police Headquarters and the Special Higher Police, but also the Navy.

If the people at Sheshan Research Institute disagree, then let's see if they dare to cut off the Navy's source of income.

Therefore, Daoya's plan is a completely open conspiracy. So what if the Japanese find out?
Daoya and Sato Ai didn't steal or rob; everything they had was obtained through cooperation with the Navy. The Army and the Navy were already at odds, so when the Sheshan Research Institute asked the Army for help, if the Army dared to show its teeth, you'd see if the Navy would take care of it.

If your army dares to touch Daoya and Sato Ai's factories, do you still want your army's supplies to arrive at the port? Let's see who crushes whom first!

For the Japanese, who have identified their target, money is the simplest and most effective way to pave the way.

Although the most crucial part of this was that Zhao Xuan asked Edith for help to develop an equipment improvement plan for purifying hydrogen chloride and refining cyanuric chloride.

But in Zhao Xuan's eyes, Dao Ya, who was able to come up with this solution, was the most valuable asset.

Such a method is not feasible for everyone; the required financial resources and equipment will deter a large number of people.

But what Daoya has in abundance is money.

Whether it's the money still invested in the stock market or the money Daoya secretly earned from penicillin, it's enough for Daoya to carry out this plan.

With Edith's equipment improvement plan, this project will not only prevent Daoya from losing money, but will also allow her to make a fortune. At the same time, it will also allow her to establish connections with the Japanese Navy and block the entry of raw materials for poison gas bombs into Shanghai.

This is truly a win-win situation.

Therefore, Zhao Xuan basically left Dao Ya to her own devices, keeping an eye on her overall direction and preventing her from completely running wild.

"It's pretty fast."

Zhao Xuan chuckled and sighed, but he seemed quite helpless about the fact that no one had brought him lunch today. *Knock knock*
A knock sounded on the door, and Zhao Xuan, who was lying on the hospital bed, turned his head to look:

"Enter."

Soon, a nurse came in carrying a lunchbox.

Zhao Xuan had seen this nurse many times before, and he had confirmed her identity through scanning during their first meeting.

(Yuan Feifei, female, 27 years old, from China, a Kuomintang Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics undercover agent, undercover identity: nurse at the Shanghai Military Police Hospital)

"Mr. Zhao, this is today's lunch, I've brought it to you."

"Thank you, Miss Yuan."

Yuan Feifei took off her mask and looked at Zhao Xuan with a radiant smile:

"No need to be so polite, Mr. Zhao. Would you like me to feed you?"

Zhao Xuan was secretly pleased. Was this woman trying to find out something from him?

As for the idea of ​​assassinating him, Zhao Xuan had already dismissed it. After all, if she wanted to assassinate him, there were many safer opportunities before than now, so there was no need to wait until today.

(Edith, activate dialysis mode.)
"No need for that, but after I finish eating, I'll need to trouble Miss Yuan to take the food back to the cafeteria."

Yuan Feifei smiled and walked forward, sat down in the chair, opened the lunchbox for Zhao Xuan, and handed it to him.
"Then I'll wait here for Mr. Zhao to have his meal."

(Yuan Feifei: Neither Lan Zehuizi nor Dao Yan came today. It seems they have something special to discuss. We need to report this as soon as possible.)

While trying to probe Yuan Feifei's thoughts, Zhao Xuan sped up his eating. There was no real information to be found; it seemed that Yuan Feifei was just a tool used by the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics to gather information on Lan Zehuizi and Dao Yan's movements.

However, Zhao Xuan gradually realized that something was wrong; the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Zhongtong) actually wanted to win him over and turn him against his own side!

This was something that Zhao Xuan found quite novel.

The Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) had a very low profile in Shanghai. It basically did not carry out any missions and mostly monitored the movements of the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (MBIS).

Moreover, the relationship between the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) and the Japanese is very delicate. If Zhao Xuan were to be turned by them, he would be sure that his CBIS identity would appear on the desk of some Japanese intelligence chief in no time.

Therefore, Zhao Xuan kept his distance from the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) and did not have a good impression of it.

Most importantly, the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics actually wanted to use a honey trap to turn him against his own side. Tsk, Zhao Xuan was speechless looking at Yuan Feifei.

Even if the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) is going to use a honey trap, can't they at least consider Dao Yan's feelings? Using someone who is inferior to Dao Yan in every way to carry out a honey trap, Zhao Xuan has no idea what the CBIS people are thinking.

However, the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) agents, especially the female agents, all used underhanded tactics.

To put it simply, if you're asking where the Kuomintang had the most beautiful women, it would definitely be the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS), but if you're asking where the quality of the women was the highest, then it would be the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (JBI).

Anyone with a modicum of self-respect would be willing to engage in such low-class activities.

Of course, there were also low-level players within the Military Intelligence Bureau, but compared to the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS), they were insignificant.

Yuan Feifei, who was sitting in a chair waiting for Zhao Xuan to have his meal, soon started acting up. She deliberately unbuttoned a few buttons on her uniform, and even prepared the clothes she was wearing underneath, which were lace pajamas.

In addition, Yuan Feifei was quite well-endowed. After unbuttoning a few buttons on her nurse's uniform, she deliberately bent down to hand the water cup to Zhao Xuan when she was pouring him water.

Even if Zhao Xuan didn't want to look, the hazy, white things were still right in front of him, and even with his eyes closed, Zhao Xuan could smell the fragrant aroma.

"Ah!"

"Miss Yuan, what perfume are you wearing? I'm so sorry, but I'm allergic to the perfume you're using."

Yuan Feifei's face stiffened, and she straightened up with an awkward smile:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, I won't use this perfume next time. But Mr. Zhao, what kind of perfume do you prefer?"

Zhao Xuan grinned. "You've brought this upon yourself, haven't you? Fine, I'll grant your wish!"
"I don't like perfume. My wife has a natural body scent, and I like that kind of fragrance."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Feifei, though still smiling, turned quite pale.

In dialysis mode, Zhao Xuan not only listened to Yuan Feifei's psychological activities, but also used X-ray vision to see the situation in the corridor outside.

Zhao Xuan just said that because Dao Yan actually came and was standing at the door, and it's been about three minutes now.

Click.

The door opened, and Dao Yan couldn't suppress the smile playing on her lips. She walked in gracefully, glanced at Yuan Feifei, and said apologetically:

"Ah Xuan, you're already eating? I'm sorry, something came up and I'm late today."

"Thank you for bringing my husband food, but he only likes what I prepare. I won't bother you next time. I'll come every day."

After saying that, Dao Yan ignored Yuan Feifei, stepped forward, snatched the lunchbox from Zhao Xuan's hand, put it aside, and opened the several lunchboxes she had brought:

"I made your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs today, and I also made black chicken soup. Here, let me feed you some."

As she spoke, Dao Yan's gaze fell on Yuan Feifei, the meaning of which was clear: step aside!

Yuan Feifei was furious. This couple deserved to die! They were despicable!

With a stiff smile, Yuan Feifei stood up, while Dao Yan sat down and, with a beaming smile, picked up a piece of rib and offered it to Zhao Xuan.

"I won't trouble you here, nurse. You can go now."

While feeding Zhao Xuan, Dao Yan's voice rang out coldly.

Yuan Feifei clenched her fists, hurriedly packed up the lunchboxes on the table, suppressed her anger, and took her leave.

Hearing the door close, Dao Yan glared at Zhao Xuan:
"It seems my Mr. Zhao is quite charming no matter where he is!"

Under dialysis mode, Zhao Xuan knew that Dao Yan was in a bad mood today.

Because Dao Yan had already made a decision and arranged the plan that Dao Ya had given her.

Knowing that he would never see so many of his colleagues again after today, it would be a miracle if Dao Yan was in a good mood.

Zhao Xuan was speechless.

Since this wasn't part of Dao Ya's plan, Zhao Xuan concluded that Dao Ya was just teasing Dao Yan.

I wonder if Daoya can withstand a beating?
"What's wrong? You don't seem to be in a good mood today?"

Dao Yan paused slightly, then forced a smile and shook her head.

"It's nothing, hurry up and eat."

Time passed by, and at first Dao Yan was feeding Zhao Xuan, but later Zhao Xuan ate by himself.

But before they had even finished eating, Dao Yan had already fallen asleep on her bed while sitting in a chair. It was clear that Dao Yan hadn't slept a wink all night.

That brat Dao Ya, why did she have to make Dao Yan make such a difficult choice?

When things were exposed, Zhao Xuan didn't even dare to imagine how Dao Ya would be ravaged by Dao Yan.

Time: 3 PM.

Dao Yan slept for three hours. When she woke up, she found herself not sitting in a chair, but lying on Zhao Xuan's hospital bed. Zhao Xuan was lying on his side, holding her in his arms, still asleep.

Listening to Zhao Xuan's even breathing, Dao Yan snuggled closer to him. This peaceful life was wonderful to Dao Yan.

However, Dao Yan can no longer lie down with Zhao Xuan.

She pinched Zhao Xuan's nose to wake him up, then looked up and saw Zhao Xuan looking down at her.

"Let go quickly, this is a hospital, I need to get up, it would be bad if someone saw us."

"What's wrong with that? We're husband and wife. If others see it, so be it. They might even envy us."

Dao Yan gave a soft snort, pried Zhao Xuan's hands away, and sat up from the hospital bed:

"what time is it?"

As she asked the question, Dao Yan turned her head to look at the wall clock next to her.

"It's three o'clock!! Why didn't you wake me up!?"

Dao Yan hurriedly got out of bed, tidied her somewhat disheveled clothes and hair, glared at Zhao Xuan, and then began to tidy up the lunchbox on the bedside table.

"What, is there something else today?"

Dao Yan paused, realizing, "What else do I have left today?"
I promised Aizawa Keiko that we would come to the Military Police Hospital together this afternoon, but now I'm already at the Military Police Hospital.

The main reason is that Dao Yan met with Fu Zhengguo today and told him about Dao Ya's plan. After discussing it for a while, Fu Zhengguo finally gave Dao Yan the decision-making power.

On one side were the Japanese's cargo of raw materials for making poison gas bombs, and on the other side were the lives of several colleagues.

After struggling with her decision, Dao Yan finally decided to follow Dao Ya's plan.

It was precisely because of this decision that Dao Yan's mental state became somewhat dazed. She hadn't planned to come to the Military Police Hospital at noon, but after leaving Fu Zhengguo's place, Dao Yan inexplicably bought groceries and brought them home, inexplicably cooked Zhao Xuan's favorite dishes, and inexplicably ended up at the Military Police Hospital.

Perhaps Dao Yan just came here to seek some solace.

"Sit down. Others may not be able to tell, but I know you have a lot on your mind today, and you seem very heavy-hearted. What's wrong? What happened?"

Dao Yan's nose tingled with emotion. She silently put down the neatly packed lunchbox and sat back down in her chair. After hesitating for a long while, she stared blankly at Zhao Xuan and said:

“Ah Xuan, if it were you, you would face two choices: one would save many lives but require the sacrifice of some, and the other would not require the sacrifice of those people but could very well cost many lives in the end.”

(End of this chapter)