stonecrandall Chapter 102 The Ledger of the Flood
Chapter 102 The Ledger of the Flood
As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved it, and all seven production lines, along with the equipment parts on them, were stored into his spatial storage.
He didn't stop, and carefully searched the factory again, collecting all the spare parts and tools.
He even packed up and took away the two large generators that powered the factory, along with the stored fuel.
Without the generator, even if the Japanese wanted to rebuild it later, it would take a lot of effort.
Finally, Yan Shuo went straight to the cadre office in the factory area.
He knew that the offices of these secret factories likely contained important documents such as technical data and production reports.
Without any hesitation, he packed up all the desks and chairs with drawers and cabinets that could store files in the office and put them into his storage space, planning to look through them slowly when he got back.
After all, exchanging production equipment with Xiaozhi is too costly. If we can find ready-made technical information in these documents, we can save a lot of effort. It's free and cheap, so why not take advantage of it?
After completing all this, Yan Shuo confirmed that there was nothing left to miss in the factory area before turning around and walking towards the gate.
The night was still dark, which provided perfect cover for them to make their escape with their "spoils".
As soon as the doors of the Ximei Trading Company opened, Yan Shuo walked in, dressed in a sharp suit.
He had just sat down in his office when his secretary, Meng Jia, rushed in, her face showing a hint of barely perceptible panic.
"Brother Liu, Wang Li has delivered another batch of orders."
Meng Jia handed a folder to Yan Shuo's desk, her tone urgent. After a pause, she lowered her voice and said carefully, "There's something else... On my way to work today, I noticed someone was following me."
Yan Shuo paused, looked up at Meng Jia, and saw that her brows were furrowed and her eyes were filled with unease, so he reassured her, "Don't panic, let's talk about the order first."
He opened the folder, and the contents of the orders were much the same as before: bullets, grenades and other munitions, plus scarce medicines such as sulfonamides, hemostatic drugs and anesthetics.
"Same old rules, prepare everything for him within three days, and the transaction location will remain the same."
Yan Shuo closed the folder, tossed it back to Meng Jia, and said firmly, "Go and tell Wang Li to put his mind at ease."
"Okay." Meng Jia responded, her tense shoulders relaxing slightly, but she couldn't help but frown again when the topic of tracking came up. "Brother Liu, I've observed carefully. The other party is very discreet, but I'm certain they're coming for me. In Shanghai, besides the traitors from the 76th Division, there are only Japanese spies from the Special Higher Police. It can't be anyone else, can it?"
"It's hard to say, but it's better to be careful." Yan Shuo tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, pondered for a moment, and said, "When you leave work this afternoon, let me know ten minutes early so I can go see who's so bold as to mess with my people."
"Thank you, Brother Liu!" Meng Jia's face showed gratitude, and she finally felt relieved. She turned around and quickly left the office.
After Meng Jia left, Yan Shuo leaned back in his chair and whispered to the air, "Xiao Zhi, organize last month's accounting records."
"Received!" Xiao Zhi's electronic voice rang in his mind.
Within minutes, three well-organized accounts appeared on the table.
One was a real ledger that Yan Shuo kept himself, recording the actual income, expenditure and profit of the foreign firm.
One version was intended for Lucas, but it was inflated, with the cost of some high-profit self-operated products raised to mislead the public.
The last document was prepared for the Japanese intelligence agency. It was so exaggerated that it could "drown people" by inflating shipping costs, customs clearance fees, and loss fees several times over, all to pass the Japanese intelligence agency's inspection and prevent them from finding any fault.
Yan Shuo glanced at the accounts and nodded in satisfaction.
Based on this accounting ratio, he could quietly take away 1% of the profit from goods with a cost of 8.
Lucas could only receive the publicly stated 1%, which was exactly in line with their agreement.
The Japanese special agents could only get a tiny fraction of the money, and they had to believe the "detailed" accounts without question.
As for his self-operated products, such as the Florasis cosmetics sets "imported" from Europe, they were actually produced by him using craft dolls in his factory in the Shanghai concession.
Powered by solar panels and batteries, they hardly had to pay for electricity. The trading company's trucks could directly haul goods, saving on transportation costs.
This cosmetics set requires a one-time investment to initially exchange for equipment and craft dolls. After training the dolls' production skills using training cards, the subsequent profits are almost pure.
Initially, when exchanging raw materials with Xiaozhi, the cost of a set was less than 10 yuan. Now that they produce it themselves, the cost has been reduced to 3 yuan, but the selling price is as high as 300 yuan, which can be described as "robbery".
Even so, he quoted Lucas 160 dollars, but recorded 230 dollars in Jett's account, thus making money off Lucas while also making Jett feel that the "profit was reasonable," pleasing both sides.
Not to mention the bullets and shells produced privately, as well as the captured weapons, which were never recorded in any accounts and were all kept very well hidden by the space ring.
"Xu Li! Wang Qiang!" Yan Shuo put the actual accounts into his spatial ring, tucked the account book for Lucas under his arm, and casually tossed the one for Rite into his desk drawer. He stood up and called out towards the corridor.
In the passageway not far away, two tall and strong men strode over; they were Yan Shuo's men, Xu Li and Wang Qiang.
"Sir!" the two called out in unison, standing respectfully at the door.
"Follow me." Yan Shuo waved his hand and led the two toward Lucas's office.
Upon reaching the door, he gestured for the two to wait outside, then pushed the door open and went in, handing the ledger to Lucas: "Boss, last month's ledger is ready."
"Thank you for your hard work, Bernd." Lucas smiled as he took the ledger, then took out a whole box of unopened cigars from the drawer and stuffed it directly into Yan Shuo's hand. "Try this, it's a Cuban cigar I just got, it tastes pretty good."
"Hey, thanks Mr. Lucas!" Yan Shuo weighed the cigar box in his hand, smiled, and waved. "I'll head home now."
"Okay, take care!" Lucas couldn't wait to open the ledger and said goodbye without even looking up.
Yan Shuo walked out of the office, winked at Xu Li and Wang Qiang who were waiting at the door, and the three of them walked out of the foreign firm together and got into the car parked at the door.
After starting the car, Yan Shuo instructed, "Xu Li, drive the car to the vicinity of Shicao Lane and stop."
The car quickly arrived at Shicao Alley. Yan Shuo whispered instructions to the two men: "Leave the car here and take your weapons. Xu Li, you go and ambush in the hidden spot in the middle of the alley. Wang Qiang, you come with me. Our mission today is to keep an eye on the people following Meng Jia. If we can capture them alive, we should do so. If they resist fiercely, we should kill them to avoid future troubles."
"Following Meng Jia?" Xu Li was taken aback, subconsciously touching the gun at his waist, and curled his lip. "Who's so bold? Meng Jia has a gun. Do they have a death wish?"
"There are quite a few people in this world who have had enough of living."
Yan Shuo smirked and patted Xu Li on the shoulder. "Be careful, don't expose yourself."
After saying that, he led Wang Qiang toward the alley entrance. "Come with me, let's ambush near the utility pole across the street. There's a small shoeshine stall there, we can use the excuse of getting our shoes shined to observe."