1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

As the Kochs looked on in surprise, the leading man smiled and extended his hand:

"Fred: Hello, Mr. Koch, I'm Fujiwara Kanezane, you can call me Mr. 91 Fuji."

The masked maid next to him immediately translated in Fred Koch's hometown accent, which seemed a little difficult.

Although he didn't understand what "91" meant, Mr. Koch immediately warmed to the agent's accent and his nervousness subsided a lot:

"Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you. Are you... Japanese?"

"Yes, but that's beside the point. Mr. Koch, may I have the honor of entering your house?"

"Yes, yes, of course!"

Fred quickly welcomed Fujiwara Kanezane and his maid in.

At the same time, the group of ferocious men in black retreated as if they had been pardoned - from beginning to end, without uttering a word.

This made Mr. Koch more suspicious of Fujiwara Kanezane's identity, and he became even more respectful. After accepting the other party's greeting gift, he carefully asked:

"91...Sir, I wonder if you have anything special to discuss with me that has brought you here this time?"

"Mr. Koch, it's well known that you're an expert in the oil field. I'm here to invite you to provide us with some necessary assistance in our oil field..."

Fred Koch, future founder of Koch Industries.

Historically, how powerful is this group?

Its business covers multiple industries, including crude oil extraction, trade, pipeline transportation, agriculture, animal husbandry, financial services, etc., with annual operating revenue exceeding US$1200 billion;

It owns the largest liquefied petroleum gas processing group in North America, accounting for 25% of the total North American market. It is the sixth largest electricity supplier in the United States, with power supply business covering all fifty states.

You have to know that it is a non-listed company and does not need to engage in as many fancy capital operations as listed companies, so the water content is relatively low.

Now, the 32-year-old founder Fred Koch is in front of Mark, and he certainly won't miss this good opportunity.

It was not only to make money, but also to keep this technical expert who helped the Soviet Union build 15 modern crude oil refineries and had a good personal relationship with Stalin himself.

"oil."

Koch had already vaguely guessed this result and did not seem surprised:

"Excuse me, what exactly do you need me to do?"

"Just like you helped the Soviet government build oil refineries and trained a large number of outstanding engineers, do the same thing."

It is true again.

Koch was reluctant to go abroad again and politely declined:

"Sir, as far as I know, Japan has no oil. Everything has to be imported from abroad."

"Yes, that's why we need a large number of refineries and stable supply channels."

Fujiwara Kanezane said calmly:

"As far as I know, you have considerable prestige in the American oil industry and have a favorable impression of our government. Why wouldn't you want to experience the charm of the East?"

Yes, even though Freeman helped the Soviet Union build so many oil refineries, that was only for the sake of money.

In fact, he himself was extremely hostile to the Soviet Union and communism, and highly praised fascism. He even praised it in a letter to a friend:

"I think the only healthy countries in the world are Germany, Italy and Japan, because their people all work and work hard."

In other words, this guy is a Nazi supporter - at least for now, and he has a very favorable impression of the three Axis powers in the future World War II.

Even so, after witnessing the so-called "high-pressure rule" in the Soviet Union, Koch had developed a deep aversion and fear of working abroad, and once again found an excuse:

"Sir, you may not know that my wife..."

"Two hundred thousand dollars."

"What?"

"I say, $20 a year. If you're willing to go East, I'll hire you at that price, and I guarantee you won't have to pay a penny in taxes."

Fujiwara Kanezane shook his finger:

"Besides this, I will grant you an additional $10 to $30 in dividends each year based on your performance. If you are respectable enough, then shares are also possible."

fear?

Not happy?

In capitalist countries, everything can be solved with money.

Fehreman's breathing suddenly became heavy.

What is this concept?

From 1927 to 1932, for over five years, he worked tirelessly in Britain, the Soviet Union, and Germany, facing enormous risks and pressure, but he only earned $50!

He was counting on the $50 to buy a house and a car, and to sue major American oil companies to get the ban on his technology lifted and compensation paid!

And now, as long as I agree to go to the East with this man in front of me, I can earn 20 to 50 US dollars a year, or even get shares?

oh my god!!

"Are you... are you telling the truth?"

"Of course, you don't think I came all the way from Japan to America to see you because I have nothing better to do, do you?"

Seeing that Freeman was obviously interested, Fujiwara Kanezane smiled and stood up to leave:

"I'm not forcing you. I just hope you'll give it some serious thought. If you agree, please come to the XXX Hotel tomorrow to sign the contract with me."

On the way back, the agent asked softly:

"Commander, from what I understand, this man is a complete capitalist who deeply hates communism. Do you really want to take him to Northeast China, or even the Soviet area?"

Yes, Freeman's destination was not Japan at all, or rather, Japan was just his first stop, even the Northeast was just the first stop;

Of course, we had to help Japan build oil refineries, but it had to be done under the control of Fujiwara no Kanezane, otherwise we would become an accomplice of militarism.

"Well, agent, let me ask you, what is a capitalist?"

.Uh..the general definition is, personified capital.”

“What is capital?”

“Capital is a tool.”

Mark laughed:

"So, if he can't shake off his identity as a capitalist, then just use him as a tool. If he doesn't work, just replace him."

What if he's useful?

"That depends on the situation..."

Here, after Mark and the others left, Fred sat in his chair and struggled for a long time, hesitating whether to agree or not, until his wife exclaimed:

"Dear! Come and see!"

"What?"

Fred looked at the small box of what he thought was ordinary red wine in confusion and was stunned.

On the box, it is indeed red wine;

But at the bottom of the box, there lay quietly $10,000 and a pistol.

The next morning, Mr. Fred Koch officially joined the newly established "Mark and Griffin Security Contracting Company" under the "Energy Development Department".

167 Agents Can’t Eat the First Soup (Nor the Second Soup)

You really have a bad taste, Commander."

Looking at the newly registered company name, the agent was speechless:

"You might as well stick with the original name (referring to "Kruger & Griffin")."

"Well, it's just a name anyway. Once things are settled, we can set up Tiexue Industrial Manufacturing Co., Ltd. and then we can compete with each other!"

Mark patted the agent's butt with a smile and teased:

"Alright, alright. I'll definitely hand over Iron Blood to you. Then you can seize power and replace Eliza as the Iron Blood leader. Hehehe..."

The agent who was sexually harassed in the workplace turned away silently. After a while, she returned with a pile of documents and slammed them on the table.

"Well, Commander, since you have such a grand plan, please complete the work that needs to be done first!"

A few hours later.

Mark signed the last report with a fountain pen. He couldn't help but let out a long breath, threw the paper and pen on the coffee table, and slumped in the boss chair, muttering non-stop:

"Damn it! Shouldn't a secretary do the work when necessary and the other when not? Why does the boss have to do the work myself? This agent is definitely trying to rebel."

"hehe.."

Miss Springfield just happened to push the door open and come in. She heard Mark's muttered complaints and teasing of a companion. She placed the dinner tray on the table, her lips slightly raised.

"Commander, you can't afford to be inadequately hydrated and nourished in this hot summer. This is lemon syrup, and this is the rice ball I made for you. Since conditions are limited in the United States, I'm not sure if it will suit your taste."

"Ah...thank you. I didn't realize you're such a good secretary..."

To be honest, after reading all sorts of information for the whole morning, Mark was indeed a little hungry, and his mind was a little dazed. He subconsciously took the rice ball and took a bite before realizing something was wrong:

"Springfield? Is that you?"

"It's me, Commander."

"Uh...where's the agent?"

"She went to clean up the gangs that controlled Chicago, leaving me to take care of you. You know, I'm not good at fighting, the best I can do is keep you safe..."

Not good at... fighting...

I really want those hundreds of American soldiers who died under your guns to hear this.

However, this statement is not modesty.

Compared to the agent and the alchemist, Haruta is indeed "not good at fighting".

It can't penetrate the opponent's defense from a distance, but if it comes into close contact, it will be torn into pieces.

"Well, I'll eat, and you can tell me what's going on."

"Okay, Commander."

Chuntian stood there prettyly, reporting to Mark on the recent arrangements for various work on behalf of the two people.

This includes, but is not limited to, investing in and holding companies that will be needed for future development, recruiting veterans from around the country and unemployed skilled workers from Detroit, Chicago, Seattle, and other places, and continuing the frantic purchase of various supplies, etc.

".Once we control the mafia organizations in Detroit, Los Angeles, New York, and Chicago, you can use their names to secretly complete more mergers and acquisitions..."

"The current recruitment process is going smoothly. Most of the capable veterans have already quietly joined Griffin Company under my guidance. However, we have had some conflicts with the Soviet troops..."

"Soviet?"

"Yes, they were mainly recruiting industrial workers and technical experts. At Soviet embassies and offices across the country, people wanting visas lined up in long queues several kilometers long.

"Hmm? Is the Soviet Union the beacon now?

"Yes. Because of the Great Depression, American intellectuals are now very skeptical of their own country's system, and a large number of high-level talents want to go to the Soviet Union."

After a pause, Chuntian asked:

"Should we...take a break so as not to disrupt our plans?"

Although the Soviet Union was a good partner for achieving a communist society, history has proven that the country has a strong tendency towards great power chauvinism.

Therefore, once you cooperate, as long as they see you becoming stronger or even just have the tendency to become stronger, they will definitely try to restrict and suppress you;

This is indeed a huge threat to the too weak CCP and the apparently too weak "Mark forces".

.Hmm..."

Mark pondered for a while, then waved his hand:

"Forget it, don't worry about them. They recruit their own people, and we'll recruit ours. We'll hire as many skilled workers and technical experts as we can and get the scaffolding up as quickly as possible."

"Understood... Regarding the issue of the Communist Party of the United States, since your order is to put it aside for the time being, we..."

"Well, let's not worry about it for now. Wait until the International Brigade starts to form before intervening. If they can't develop even after Hoover's death, it only proves that the overall environment is like this or they deserve to be played to waste."

"Yes, Commander, Fanli..."

When the topic came to an end and lunch was almost finished, a slender finger suddenly reached the corner of Mark's mouth and wiped away a grain of rice stuck to his mouth.