After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

Chapter 114 Secret Meeting

Jiang Shiyuan took a sip of tea and said solemnly, "Aunt Fang, their factory is bigger than we thought, and their replica technology is also very advanced!"

"And I learned from Sun Sheng that the Romantic Consulate in the French Concession is also involved, and the authentic imperial seal is very likely in their hands."

"Consulate?" Gu Fangxun's face suddenly became serious when he heard this. "It seems that this 'Imperial Seal' case is more complicated than we thought."

Jiang Shiyuan smiled soothingly, "But I have asked Sun Sheng to arrange a meeting between me and the contact person at the consulate. There will be news within three days!"

"Okay, then we'll wait for your good news!" Gu Fangxun shook her hand and nodded approvingly.

Just then, Fang Lansheng and Lao Huang also walked in from the back door.

"Xiaoyuan, are things going smoothly with the counterfeit cultural relics factory?" Fang Lansheng asked with concern.

So Jiang Shiyuan told the three of them in detail what he had seen and heard in the Hydra factory today, as well as his conversation with Sun Sheng.

She also took out the sky-blue Ru kiln porcelain bottle given by Sun Sheng from the brown suitcase and placed it on the stone table for everyone to study together.

Old Huang frowned and said in a deep voice: "If the Romantic Consulate is also involved, this matter will become a little tricky!"

Fang Lansheng put down the porcelain vase that looked so lifelike, and spoke in a serious tone.

"Yes, if the real thing is in the hands of the people in the consulate, it may be secretly transported out of our country at any time!"

Jiang Shiyuan immediately comforted everyone, "Don't worry, I have asked Sun Sheng to arrange a meeting between me and the contact person at the consulate within three days."

"As long as I can meet that person, I am confident that I can follow the clues and quickly find the specific storage location of the authentic imperial seal!"

Gu Fangxun nodded, "Xiaoyuan, you have to be more careful during this period, pay attention to disguise, and protect yourself!"

Jiang Shiyuan smiled confidently, "Don't worry, Aunt Fang, I know what to do."

Gu Fangxun placed the teacup heavily on the stone table and said with sharp eyes: "Once we have a complete grasp of the whereabouts of the imperial seal, we will report it to the organization so that they can send us more manpower to completely destroy the counterfeiting den of Hydra!"

As the night deepened, four people sat together in the backyard customized by Sui'an, whispering about the next general actions and precautions.

They have only one goal, which is to protect national cultural relics at all costs and prevent national treasures from falling into the hands of thieves and wandering overseas!

Two days later, under the arrangement of Sun Sheng, Jiang Shiyuan had a secret meeting with the contact person at the Consulate of the Romantic Country.

On the third floor of Tianxiang Teahouse, in an elegant private room, the air is filled with the scent of sandalwood and tea.

Jiang Shiyuan, wearing a black suit and with his hair neatly combed, sat at the mahogany tea table, tapping the tabletop with his slender fingers, producing a steady and powerful rhythm.

Sitting opposite her was an elegant man in his thirties, wearing a gray three-piece suit. He was Song Heqing, the Chinese secretary of Renault, the director of the Consulate General in the French Concession.

Song Heqing picked up the teacup, took a sip, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Yuan from Tongyuan Foreign Company, I have long heard of your great name!"

Jiang Shiyuan put down his teacup and got straight to the point: "Mr. Song, you are too polite. I came here today to discuss an antique business with you."

"Oh?" Song Heqing put down his teacup and asked with interest, "I wonder what antique Mr. Yuan has taken a fancy to?"

Jiang Shiyuan leaned forward slightly and said in a low voice, "I heard that Mr. Song has a rare treasure that has been lost for thousands of years. I am very interested in it."

Song Heqing asked calmly: "I wonder what Mr. Yuan is referring to..."

Jiang Shiyuan didn't beat around the bush and smiled, "It's the imperial seal."

Song Heqing's pupils shrank slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Mr. Yuan, you are joking. How can I, a mere secretary to the head of the consulate, have such a treasure?"

Jiang Shiyuan calmly took out a stack of French currency from his pocket and gently placed it on the table.

"This is one thousand French francs. Consider it Mr. Song's reward for providing the information."

Song Heqing's gaze fell on the stack of French currency and his eyes flickered.

He reached out and put the French currency into his briefcase, and said in a calm tone: "Mr. Yuan is really generous, but I really don't know what you are talking about."

Jiang Shiyuan smiled noncommittally and continued, "Mr. Song, let's not beat around the bush. I'm here today to purchase the Imperial Seal on behalf of the Inoue Mansion!"

"As long as the item is genuine, the price is definitely negotiable!"

Song Heqing was silent for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons.

He raised his head and stared at Jiang Shiyuan sharply.

"Mr. Yuan should know that this matter is very serious. Once it is leaked, the consequences will be disastrous."

Jiang Shiyuan smiled confidently and spoke in a firm tone.

"Don't worry, Mr. Song. Since I dare to come here, I am naturally fully prepared."

"I just want the imperial seal. I won't ask about anything else."

Song Heqing looked at Jiang Shiyuan deeply and spoke slowly.

"At this time the day after tomorrow, in this tea room, I will give you a satisfactory answer."

Jiang Shiyuan nodded, stood up and said goodbye, "Please, Mr. Song, I will wait for good news!"

She turned and left the box, leaving Song Heqing alone, facing the empty tea table, lost in thought.

It was dark outside the window, and the prosperity and bustle of Shanghai seemed to be isolated from this quiet tea room.

After Song Heqing returned home, he did not sleep all night.

Jiang Shiyuan's words, the Inoue Mansion, the imperial seal, and the thick stack of French currency kept echoing in his mind.

Greed was like a poisonous snake, growing and spreading in his heart.

"Mr. Song, what's wrong with you?"

The young assistant Anna walked into his office with coffee and croissants, and seeing that Song Heqing had dark circles under his eyes and a furrowed brow, she couldn't help but express her concern.

Song Heqing came back to his senses and forced a smile, "Nothing, I just didn't sleep well last night."

He took the coffee and took a sip. The bitter taste spreading in his mouth made him even more irritated.

The Imperial Seal is a priceless treasure. If you can really get it...

A gleam of greed flashed in Song Heqing's eyes, but he also knew in his heart that this matter was extremely risky.

Moreover, does Mr. Yuan from Tongyuan Trading Company and the Inoue Mansion behind him really represent the Japanese military forces?

Song Heqing's heart was filled with confusion and anxiety at this moment.

He put down his coffee cup, stood up and walked to the window, looking at the bustling street scene outside, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

He knew he had to make a decision quickly: should he take the risk or stay out of it?

Song Heqing tapped his fingers rapidly on the windowsill, as if there was a little man in his mind urging him to make a choice quickly.

In the end, greed triumphed over reason.

Song Heqing took a deep breath, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

He returned to his desk, picked up the receiver and dialed the intercom.

"Hello, Consul, are you available now?"

"I have something important to report to you right away..."