Starting from 40, holding the Star Mall to lead the motherland

Chapter 55 Dead Mailbox

Han Hui thought that Wang Chuan had a radio, so this time she gave him radio accessories and also put a letter inside.

After seeing the letter, Wang Chuan immediately disguised himself and went to find Qi Han.

Qi Han was also very happy to see him. When they separated last time, they had agreed that the Dragon Guardian would come back after receiving a reply.

Wang Chuan took out the letter and whispered, "The Dragon Keeper said in the letter that she has obtained medical supplies, cotton cloth, and other supplies. Let's find a secret place and she will give the things to us."

Qi Han quickly opened the letter and was thrilled after reading it. Both the medicine and the transistors were urgently needed. But the last sentence left him puzzled.

Han Hui concluded the letter by saying that this secret location shouldn't be in SH City. This was also for the benefit of the Red Party comrades. Medicines, electronic components, and cotton were all heavily controlled by the Japanese. If they were given them in the city, they would have to find a way to transport them outside, a process that involved many variables. She had a space, so sending them outside would be much safer.

Qi Han was experienced in struggle, so he naturally understood the significance of the following statement. Precisely because he understood this, he hesitated. "Wang Chuan, what do you think? Should we arrange for them to be in the city, or should we listen to the Dragon Guardians and search for them in the suburbs?"

Wang Chuan said without hesitation, "We must go to the suburbs to look for it. The Dragon Guardian is cautious. Since he wrote it in the letter, he must be sure of it."

Qi Han thought more, "The gold bars the Dragon Guardian gave us before were exchanged for a batch of weapons and a lot of supplies. This time, he also got us medicine, cotton and other scarce supplies. We must protect him and not let him get into any trouble."

Wang Chuan understood his painstaking efforts: "This time, let's follow the Dragon Keeper's request and find a good house in the suburbs. Next time, we will definitely contact the Dragon Keeper and discuss this matter with him then."

"it is good."

Han Hui found a letter in the bag with a mailbox address written on it. If Han Hui needed anything in the future, she could put the message in the mailbox and mark it. However, if Han Hui felt it was inconvenient, she could also choose a place.

After memorizing the mailbox address, Han Hui left the space and went to sleep.

The next morning, Han Hui rode her bike to work and bought two newspapers on the way as usual.

When she arrived at the office, Han Hui cleaned the place, then went to the water room to get some hot water, and finally read the newspaper.

Han Hui saw an article in the Ta Kung Pao announcing the inauguration of the new Chamber of Commerce president in three days. SZ Zhou Hai, the chairman of Labor Union No. 76, and Yamamoto I, the head of the Special High Section, would all be in attendance. The entire article suggested that with so many high-ranking officials in attendance, the new Chamber of Commerce president must be a very prestigious figure.

Han Hui had put the new Chamber of Commerce president, Mo Yishan, on her must-kill list. As for the inauguration ceremony, she wouldn't go even if the Marine Corps commander wanted to attend, let alone traitors and members of the Japanese secret service. But inviting so many high-ranking officials to the inauguration of a Chamber of Commerce president was clearly a bait.

Zhang Ziqiang shouted twice: "What are you looking at? Why are you so engrossed in it?"

Han Hui handed him the newspaper, but quickly realized he couldn't read. "It says here that textile tycoon Mo Yishan is the president of the Chamber of Commerce, and many high-ranking officials are attending. Alas, how come he's so rich while we're so poor?"

Zhang Ziqiang laughed and scolded, "You live in a house as big as Jing'an Villa, and you still have the nerve to tell me you're poor."

He lived in a slum when he was a child. His family's conditions did not improve until he grew up and joined the Green Gang. He worked at the dock for three years before he bought a house.

Han Hui spread her hands and said, "The money to buy a house was left to my brother by my grandfather. No matter how big the house is, I won't get a share, so I have to save money to buy a house myself. It doesn't have to be too big, two rooms will be enough."

Zhang Ziqiang thought she was just asking for trouble: "Why would a girl like you buy a house? You can just marry a man who has a house in the future."

Han Hui smiled and said: "If you rely on the mountain, the mountain will fall; if you rely on the queen, you will grow old; if you rely on a man, you will die early. Only relying on yourself is the most stable." Zhang Ziqiang was unable to refute.

After chatting for a while, Wang Hai came in and the two of them went on patrol. You can't chat while on patrol. If the boss sees you, you will be scolded at the least, but your salary will be deducted at the worst.

Because of the Huatong Wharf incident, the higher-ups had ordered the entire security department to remain at the wharf. This was also to ensure more people could help if anything happened.

Han Hui curled her lips. She had been planning to go to the black market to look for someone after get off work, but now she had to put it aside for now.

It lasted for a week, and the situation at the dock was calm. Things at Huatong Dock were also settled, so we resumed normal work.

Huang Shufen was worried but calm, as Han Hui had sent a message home. She was happy to see him, though: "You've lost weight. Is the food over there bad? You should bring some food with you next time!"

There is a cafeteria at the pier, but the prices are a bit expensive, so people from less well-off families usually bring their own food. Han Hui doesn't have that idea, as the food is still fresh and delicious.

Huang Shufen didn't force it. She said with a smile, "Your eldest brother can now walk on his own with a cane. The next day he went to help me look after the stall, saying that he couldn't stay at home and eat idle meals."

Han Hui corrected her: "Mom, Big Brother isn't here to help you look after the stall. This braised food stall is our family business, and it's only natural for him to work there."

Huang Shufen still shook her head and said, "Your elder brother is a writer, how can he do such rough work?"

Han Hui felt that she had been deeply poisoned by feudal ideas: "What's wrong with holding a pen? Holding a pen means you don't have to eat, drink, defecate or urinate. Mom, most of our family's money goes to him, so he has to work harder."

Today's university students are pure intellectuals, many of them quite aloof. Fortunately, Han Mengyang doesn't have these issues; on the contrary, he's very approachable. It's just that because of something he did before, Han Hui has a problem with him, and they don't get along well.

Huang Shufen knew she was worried about her: "I was planning to hire someone, but your brother said he can help now, and I'll hire someone when he's better and can go back to work."

Han Hui waved her hand: "Mom, you can make your own decisions on business matters, no need to tell me."

After dinner, Han Hui went to the black market to find the man with glasses to ask about jade.

The man with glasses breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her. He led her into a room and pointed at the boxes and sacks on the ground. "These are what I collected in the past two weeks. A total of 12,000 French francs. You gave me a 5,000 French franc deposit before, so just give me 7,000 French francs."

Han Hui gave the money readily.

The boy with glasses said, "It is said that there is a man named You who has two treasures, but he doesn't like legal tender and wants to trade with silver dollars or large yellow croakers."

Han Hui asked, "How much is the asking price?"

Seeing this, the boy with glasses knew something was up: "A set of ancient jade ornaments, they're asking for two large yellow croakers; and a string of Buddhist beads used by a former prince, they're asking for one large yellow croaker. If you give me silver dollars, I'll exchange them at the market price."

Han Hui wanted to take a look at the goods first.

(End of this chapter)