Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 1122 It's just a small matter, nothing serious.

The north wind in the dead of winter swirled with fine snowflakes, stinging my face like needles.

Xu Zhongyi got out of the car and wrapped his mink coat tighter around himself. The lanterns on the street corner swayed in the cold wind, and in the dim light, a thin layer of ice could be seen on the road, making each step extremely careful.

His destination was a tavern called "Matsugetsu" near the military police headquarters.

This place is right next to the Japanese military police headquarters, and the people coming and going are mostly Japanese military police in uniform and some businessmen who have ties with the Japanese.

Several military police officers greeted Xu Zhongyi warmly when they saw him.

Xu Zhongyi responded with a smile to each of them and even chatted for a few minutes.

Pushing open the door, a wave of steam, a mixture of sake, lees, and food, hit me, instantly dispelling the chill.

The tavern was bustling with noise. Several military policemen in yellow woolen uniforms sat around the bar, talking and laughing loudly, their glasses clinking together.

The waiter, dressed in a faded white shirt, moved between tables and chairs, loudly responding to the customers' requests, so busy that his feet barely touched the ground.

Xu Zhongyi glanced around the store and his gaze lingered briefly on a few military police officers.

When a military policeman saw Xu Zhongyi, he stood up enthusiastically and invited him over for a drink.

Xu Zhongyi did not refuse. He drank a few cups of wine at each table, said that it was his treat today, which made the military police cheer and shout. Then he excused himself and went upstairs.

On the second floor, the doors to the private rooms on both sides of the corridor were all closed, but the sounds of drinking games and conversations could be faintly heard coming from inside.

As he walked to the door of the innermost private room, the two military police guarding the door glanced at him.

One of them raised his hand and knocked on the door of the private room, saying in Japanese, "Commander Ogura, Mr. Xu has arrived."

"Please come in," came Daichi Ogura's voice from inside the private room.

Xu Zhongyi pushed open the door and entered. The light inside the private room was dimmer than outside. In the center was a square table with several delicate dishes already laid out on it: a small dish of pickled radish, a plate of fried pork chops, a serving of sashimi, and a pot of warm sake. Underneath the sake pot was a small charcoal brazier to keep the sake warm.

Ogura Daichi was dressed casually in a dark blue kimono that made his complexion appear even more sallow. He was sitting at a table, toying with a wine glass in his hand.

Upon seeing Xu Zhongyi enter, Ogura Daichi immediately stood up, a fake smile instantly spreading across his face. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes gathered together, making him appear exceptionally obsequious: "Mr. Xu, you've finally arrived! Please, have a seat, please have a seat."

As he spoke, he enthusiastically gestured for Xu Zhongyi to sit in the seat opposite him.

Xu Zhongyi smiled back, a smile that was just right, polite yet carrying a perfectly appropriate hint of apology.

He walked over and sat down, taking off his coat and hanging it on the coat rack next to him, saying, "Mr. Ogura, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting. Something urgent came up and delayed me a bit."

"It's alright, it's alright." Ogura Daichi waved his hand, his smile unchanged. He picked up the sake pot on the table and filled the empty sake cup in front of Xu Zhongyi with sake. The sake was pale yellow and had a faint aroma as he poured it.

“I know Mr. Xu is busy with his affairs. It’s just a small matter, nothing to worry about.”

"Come on, have a drink first, it'll warm you up, it's so cold outside."

Xu Zhongyi picked up his wine glass, the glass was warm, and through the glass he could see Ogura Daichi's flickering eyes.

He knew that Ogura Daichi, despite his outward enthusiasm, was probably up to something.

"Then thank you very much, Mr. Ogura." Xu Zhongyi raised his wine glass and gestured to Ogura Daichi. The two glasses clinked together gently, making a crisp "ding" sound.

He tilted his head back slightly, took a sip of sake, and the warm liquid slid down his throat, bringing a sense of warmth. However, this warmth did not relax him at all; instead, it made him more aware of the severity of the situation before him.

The sake had a rich, mellow flavor with a hint of sweetness, but Xu Zhongyi had no interest in savoring it.

He put down his wine glass, his fingertips lightly stroking the rim. Without any pleasantries, he went straight to the point: "Mr. Ogura, let's not beat around the bush and talk about the arms deal."

To be honest, we're still raising funds and haven't been able to secure them completely yet. So, I was wondering if we could extend the deadline by a few more days?

He paused here, his eyes fixed on Ogura Daichi's expression, observing his reaction.

"I assure you, as soon as the funds are in place, I will complete the transaction immediately and will not waste any more time."

Sure enough, upon hearing the words "a few days' grace," Ogura Daichi's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a scrutinizing expression.

He picked up the wine glass in front of him and gently swirled the liquid inside, leaving shallow streaks on the glass.

The atmosphere in the private room instantly became somewhat heavy. The noise from the tavern outside seemed to be shut out into another world, leaving only the breathing of the two people and the slight crackling sound of charcoal burning in the brazier.

After a moment, Ogura Daichi slowly spoke, his voice lower than before, carrying a subtle sense of pressure: "Xu-san, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just that this matter is quite difficult."

As you know, this batch of weapons is of very high quality. Many people on the market have been eyeing it, and many have tried to use their connections to buy it from me at high prices.

He put down his wine glass, leaned forward slightly, and his scrutinizing gaze became more pronounced: "The reason I was willing to leave this batch of weapons to you was because I thought Xu Sang was a straightforward person, and we had cooperated a few times before, so we trusted each other to some extent."

But if you keep dragging your feet and can't make the payment, it will be difficult for me to explain to others.

Those people aren't easy to deal with. If they find out I turned down their business to wait for you, they'll inevitably be resentful, and that could cause a lot of trouble.

Xu Zhongyi's heart tightened; he knew that Ogura Daichi was telling the truth.

Given the current situation, this batch of weapons is indeed in high demand and short supply.

Now that Shunsuke Nakamura has gone to Shanghai, Daichi Ogura, as the person temporarily in charge of this transaction, can only discuss cooperation with him. It is obviously impossible to go directly to Takuto Takasaki as in Harbin.

Furthermore, Takasaki Takuto is now the commander of the military police, so it's not like he can just see him whenever he wants.

But he didn't show the slightest panic. He smiled calmly, picked up the wine pot on the table, refilled Ogura Daichi's wine cup, and said sincerely, "Ogura-kun, I completely understand your difficulties. If I were in your shoes, I would also feel troubled."