"I know." Shen Huai said, "So I'm not here to collect debts."
Van Buren was stunned: "Then what are you doing here?"
Shen Huai lowered his voice: "The Continental Army will raid the British army's supply warehouse in three days. If your corned beef can be delivered 'in time', when the Continental Army takes over the warehouse, you can share half of the British army's supplies inside."
Van Buren's eyes lit up. But he is an old fox after all, and he is not so easy to take the bait: "Why should I trust you?"
"Just because I am standing in front of you now, my life is in your hands." Shen Huai looked directly at him, "If I lie, you can hand me over to the British at any time. But if it is true... Think about it, half of the British army's supplies are enough for you for ten years."
Van Buren stared at him for a long time, and finally took out a pen and paper from the drawer: "Write it down."
Shen Huai took the pen and wrote a letter of commitment with his left hand. Van Buren didn't find anything wrong. He looked at it carefully, put it in his arms, and put a smile on his face again: "The corned beef will definitely arrive in three days."
Shen Huai nodded, turned and left.
After walking out of the business store, he turned into an alley, made many twists and turns, and finally entered a remote tavern. The back door of the tavern led to a more remote alley, where a dark figure was already waiting.
"Where's the stuff?"
