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

Chapter 115 Waiting for the rabbit

The Consulate Building in the French Concession is a French building full of Renaissance style.

Because its exterior walls are snow-white, it is also called the "Little White House in Shanghai" by people in the French Concession.

At this time, Mr. Renault, Consul General of the Romantic Consulate, was leisurely smoking a cigar in front of a large walnut desk.

After hearing Song Heqing's report, he choked on his cigar and coughed a few times.

"Ahem, ahem, what did you say? The imperial seal?" Renault put down his cigar, his blue eyes full of surprise.

"Yes, Mr. Consul." Song Heqing lowered his voice and reported to Renault in detail about his conversation with "Mr. Yuan" last night.

After listening to this, Renault put out his cigar and fell into deep thought.

The imperial seal is a rare treasure that is enough to shock the world. If you can get it, you will have such great honor and wealth!

But he also knew that the risk factor of this matter was no less than its value.

Renault was silent for a moment, frowned and asked, "Are you sure that Mr. Yuan really wants to buy the imperial seal and is not playing tricks?"

"I can see that he really wants to acquire it." Song Heqing said affirmatively, "Moreover, he is willing to pay a high price."

Renault knew that although Song Heqing was young, he always did things cautiously and prudently.

Since he said so, this matter should not be false.

Renault smoothed his graying hair and asked irritably, "But where can we find the imperial seal?"

He knew very well that they did not have the authentic imperial seal.

Song Heqing couldn't help but laugh and said, "Mr. Consul, you are really a noble man who forgets things easily. Didn't the Bank of France receive a priceless treasure a year ago?"

Renault heard this, patted his forehead, and suddenly realized.

A year ago, a mysterious businessman pawned the imperial seal, a rare treasure lost for a thousand years, at the Bank of France.

The three wholly-owned Romantic banks in the French Concession would regularly submit lists of antiques stored in their bank vaults to the Consul General for review.

So, at Song Heqing's suggestion, they decided to imitate the antiques in the bank's vault and sell them as authentic ones to make huge profits.

They took advantage of their positions to enter the heavily guarded vault of the Bank of France, secretly took photos of the imperial seal, and made rubbings of the seal.

Then they found the Hydra organization through the black market. This civilian organization is famous for making all kinds of exquisite antique counterfeits.

They handed over the authentic photos and rubbings to Hydra, asking them to make a batch of counterfeits of the imperial seals that were so authentic that they would split the sales proceeds 40% and 60%.

"You mean..." Renault blinked and said slowly.

"We can first use a fake imperial seal to test the authenticity of Mr. Yuan."

Song Heqing smiled slyly and lowered his voice, "This time we're going to use the latest high-quality imitations. If he doesn't see the flaws and is willing to pay a high price, then we..."

He didn't say the rest of the words, but Renault already understood him tacitly.

If Mr. Yuan really took the bait, they would take advantage of the situation and sell him a fake imperial seal at a high price!

Renault slammed the table and immediately decided: "Okay, let's do as you say!"

Song Heqing could not hide his excitement, as if he had already seen mountains of gold and silver waving at him.

"Hahaha, Song, we're going to do something big this time!"

Renault rubbed his hands excitedly, his blue eyes flashing with greed.

"I can't wait to see Mr. Yuan's expression when he receives the fake product, hahahaha!"

Song Heqing seemed to have foreseen the scene of Mr. Yuan being deceived and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Shh! Keep your voice down!" Renault made a gesture to keep quiet, but he couldn't hide the smile on his lips.

"We have to keep this matter extremely secret, and not a single word of it can leak out!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Consul. Don't you trust me to do the job?" Song Heqing assured, patting his chest.

Renault nodded and took out an exquisite wooden box from the drawer.

"This is a Cuban cigar that I have treasured for many years. Let's celebrate it today!"

"Thank you, Mr. Consul!" Song Heqing took the wooden box with a flattering smile on his face.

Renault threw the used cigar on the ashtray into the trash can, and then took out two brand new Cuban cigars from the wooden box.

They used cigar cutters to skillfully cut open the cigar caps, then lit them with lighters, took a deep puff, and blew a cloud of thick smoke towards each other.

"Song, how much do you think we can earn this time?" Renault narrowed his eyes, his greedy face looming in the smoke.

Song Heqing couldn't stand the aftereffects of the cigar, so he coughed twice, then stretched out a finger and waved it in front of Renault.

"At least this number!"

"One... one million dollars?!" Renault exclaimed, almost choking on his cigar again, "So much?!"

"That's the Imperial Seal! One million is already a bargain for him!"

Song Heqing pretended to be calm when he spoke, but his heart was already in turmoil.

Renault laughed excitedly, as if he had already seen himself becoming a millionaire.

Song Heqing raised the cigar on his fingertips and touched it with Renault's, and said loudly: "For our plan to make a fortune!"

The two men smiled at each other, their eyes full of greed and pride.

Little did they know that their loud conspiracies were being monitored by the "ears" hidden in the dark.

In a hotel room opposite the consulate building, Lao Huang, wearing monitoring headphones, slammed the table with a serious expression.

"This fake foreigner named Song...actually came up with such a despicable and shameless trick!"

Old Huang was so angry that he was shaking all over and wanted to rush to the consulate to expose their true colors.

Then he quickly calmed himself down and made sure that the tape in the monitoring device automatically recorded their entire conversation.

After the other party finished the conversation, Lao Huang quickly called Jiang Shiyuan in the independent R&D laboratory of Jiayuan Pharmaceutical to report the emergency.

It turned out that after Jiang Shiyuan left Tianxiang Teahouse last night, he did not go home directly, but returned to Sui'an Customized.

She reported to Gu Fangxun in detail about her meeting and conversation with Song Heqing.

In order to prevent the other party from playing any tricks, Jiang Shiyuan decided to install a bug when the consulate was lax in the early morning.

“What?!” Old Huang exclaimed, almost jumping up, “This is too dangerous. Old Huang, I’m not bad at it, I’ll go with you!”

Fang Lansheng also said solemnly: "I want to go too. We will definitely need support from the outside!"

So after obtaining Gu Fangxun's consent, Jiang Shiyuan and other two secretly sneaked into the consulate building.

They quietly knocked out the few guards, sneaked into Song Heqing and Renault's offices, and installed miniature radio eavesdropping devices respectively.

After the three of them climbed over the wall, Fang Lansheng asked seriously, "Xiaoyuan, what should we do next?"

Jiang Shiyuan's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he turned to Lao Huang and said, "Lao Huang, go to the hotel opposite tomorrow morning and get a room and install the monitoring equipment."

"Next, let's just sit back and wait and see what happens!"