"Give me one bag, no, two bags."

"Boss, it's me. It's me, Lao Zhao, the accountant of the opium den."

"Don't crowd. I told you not to crowd."

There were many people gathered in front of the rice store, with their arms stretched out trying to push the cloth bags in front of the boss, so that they could buy enough food for half a month as soon as possible, because news had just spread in the market that Lin's Trading Company would reduce food in the near future.

Supply, the profit of these civilian supplies has always been very low. Now that the Japanese military has increased the tax rate, the company cannot operate at a loss.

We must know that the people's livelihood supplies coming from Hong Kong have always been the backbone of stabilizing market prices. Now that Lin's Trading Company has issued an announcement to suspend the import of grain and oil products, one can only imagine what those unscrupulous businessmen who just want to make money will do.

Hoarding! Speculating!

I believe that it will not be long before the prices of grain products across the board will rise to the same level as in Guangzhou, Zhongshan and other cities. For ordinary people, the only thing that can be done is to exchange all the remaining money in their hands for food rations before the market reacts.

, make sure you lose less so that you can get through the current difficulties.

Many people are angry and dare not speak out about what the Japanese army did, not to mention how much they hate it. Whether it's a slap on the head or a slap on the butt, as long as those bastards move their mouths, ordinary people's lives will be made huge waves.

Foshan's population has returned recently. What's the main reason? It's not that the Japanese have become better. It's that the prices of daily necessities imported from HK by Lin's Trading Company are far lower than those in surrounding cities. So many people living in Guangzhou want to save money.

Spend money to move to this city and settle down.

It's better now. The Japanese have increased taxes indiscriminately, forcing Lin's Trading Company to suspend food imports. Soldiers have guns and can rob them. Traitors have power and can rob them. What about ordinary people with no backers or backgrounds? It seems that the only thing left is to wait.

This is a dead end.

Sure enough, the day after the announcement was released, the food products on the market were booming.

In fact, not only are prices rising, but supply is also decreasing, because some nasty guys are hoarding goods, and the boss of Mihang Mianhang doesn't dare to supply in large quantities like before without seeing the future trend clearly.

At this time, rumors leaked out from the society that the Japanese army was actually retaliating against Lin Yue by increasing taxes on imported products.

Everyone knows that he was the vice-president of the Jingwu Association, a martial arts master who brought honor to Foshan. It happened that the highest commander of the Japanese army stationed in Foshan, Miura Osaku, was a judo master. His biggest interest was to lead a group of Japanese soldiers with the former martial arts gym owner.

After the masters competed and won the battle, they humiliated the Foshan people by saying, "Chinese Kung Fu is all about embroidered fists and embroidered legs", and rewarded the victor with food plundered from this land. Miura didn't know who he knew about Lin Yue's past, so he sent

He was called to the headquarters for a discussion, but he was rejected. So he became angry and used his power to play such a trick, forcing Lin Yue to accept the challenge.

Do you think these Japanese people are bad or not? As the old saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Foreign trade businessmen like Lin Yue are really angry. At worst, they will stop doing business and return to HK for a quiet time. But what about the Foshan people?

Life for Foshan people is miserable.

Except for those villains and profiteers, there is no one who doesn't scold him. His uncle's Japanese are not only ruining Lin's trading company's business, but also kidnapping all the people of Foshan to threaten Lin Yue. You must know why the daily necessities here are sold better than those in Guangzhou.

It's cheap, because Mr. Lin, who has been a teacher and the president of the Jingwu Association, is still a gentleman even if he abandons civil and military affairs and goes into business. He will not make a fortune from war without conscience.

Sato's idea is very simple. There is a saying that if I don't kill Boren, he will die because of me. If I don't go to Miura's appointment, many people in Foshan will starve to death. Aren't you a gentleman? Then you should go.

Don't want to go? If you don't go, you will die without saving anything and have a heart of stone.

Hooligans, what a bunch of hooligans!

…

A week after the supply of grain products from Hong Kong was cut off, news suddenly spread from the location of Lin's trading company. Lin Yue sent someone to find Sato and promised to go to the Japanese military headquarters to visit Colonel Miura.

Why did he suddenly change his mind? It is said that it was because a woman from Zengcheng heard that Foshan was cheap and the public security was good, so she took her three children to flee here. As a result, the imported grain supply was cut off.

While begging along the street with three children, he fainted from hunger on a street not far from Lin's Trading Company. He was rescued by Wu Yan. This incident reached Lin Yue's ears, and Sato's conspiracy succeeded------

Even if he was filled with righteous indignation, even if he was unwilling to do so, for the sake of the people of Foshan, and in order that similar or worse things would never happen again, he had to compromise and comply with Miura's wish.

The next afternoon.

In the past, Foshan citizens did not dare to stay in the Japanese military headquarters. Many figures appeared on the street in front of the Japanese military headquarters. People pointed at the gate and discussed something loudly.

The guards at the door stared coldly at those guys who were not afraid of death. From time to time, they would aim their guns at someone, narrow their eyes and shout "Pah, pah..." If the target was so frightened that he plunged into the crowd or the alley next to him, a fire would occur.

There were roars of laughter and curses such as "China pig" and "coward".

Not long after, a military green jeep stopped in front of the door, and someone jumped out of the back seat. Without even looking at them, he walked straight into the door and walked towards the church opposite.

The guard behind the bunker began to curse, to the effect that he was a Chinese man. Who gave him the courage to pose like this in front of the headquarters? After all, when people in this city saw them, who would not have a look of fear on their face or nod and bow to serve them carefully?

No matter how angry or hateful you are, you only dare to vent them where they can't hear or see you.

Lin Yue was not interested in what the Japanese said, but was interested in the allocation of troops within the headquarters.

Today, his outfit is a little different from usual. He has a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Click, click, click~

There was a sound of the iron door shaking in front of him, and the boxers surrounding the door turned around and looked at Lin Yue, who was walking over with the two Japanese soldiers.

"Master Lin."

"Master Lin."

"You must give us a voice."

"..."

Many people greeted him.

Lin Yue smiled and returned the favor.

The second lieutenant guarding the gate looked at him over and over again from head to toe. Today, there were twice as many Chinese people as usual to serve as targets for them. At first, he couldn't understand why, but now he knew.

Those guys are here to support the people coming across from you.

He is about thirty years old, wearing a Chinese tunic suit, glasses, and a bookish air. This guy who doesn't look impressive at all is the powerful Chinese man that the colonel longs for a showdown with?

Don't be ridiculous, okay, any of the Japanese samurai wearing training uniforms sitting on the field would give people a more oppressive feeling than him.

The Japanese military headquarters was rebuilt from a Catholic church. The prayer hall was evacuated, and the sun flag covered the crucifix. In the middle was a martial arts field made of straw mats, with people sitting cross-legged in a circle.

Japanese man wearing training uniform.

Li Zhao was already standing in the corner of the martial arts arena, looking at Lin Yue walking from the iron gate, feeling puzzled and ashamed.

He was puzzled because Lin Yue had done so many roundabout things just to get Miura to notice him? What good would it do him to come to the Japanese Army Headquarters to fight? In business, isn't it necessary to be friendly and make money? There are several in history.

Do businessmen dare to fight with the barrel of a gun?

He was so ashamed because there was not a single word of reproach in Lin Yue's letter to him. You must know that he used to work as a handyman in the patrol house, but now the boy loading and unloading goods at the dock would spit on him and call him a traitor.

Lin Yue noticed the eyes from the corner and turned to look over.

Li Zhao's eyes flickered and he did not dare to look up at him: "Master...Master."

The sound is like the buzzing of a mosquito, basically buzzing in your throat.

Lin Yue nodded to him, stepped into the martial arts arena, walked among the Japanese samurai wearing training uniforms, and looked up at Miura and Sato standing in the corridor on the second floor.

He is watching them.

They were looking at him too.

"Sato, is this the Chinese named Lin Yue? He used to be the vice-president of the Jingwu Association?"

"Yes, Colonel Miura."

"You actually used a business trip as an excuse to delay for a week?"

"I heard that he went back to Hong Kong to visit relatives."

As the military commander of the Foshan area, Miura naturally does not know the situation in the market, and Sato will not tell the "story" between him and Lin Yue. Otherwise, wouldn't it appear that he is incompetent at work?

"That Chinese guy from last time was lying to me, wasn't he?" No matter how he looked at it, Miura didn't think that the young businessman in front of him was the most capable in Foshan.

Sato said: "Your Excellency, why don't you ask someone to try his skills? If he really has a false reputation and you defeat him, wouldn't that lower the status of the Imperial Japanese Army?"

Miura nodded and agreed to Sato's suggestion. What is a general? A general is the king of the show. He is the highest commander of the Japanese army in Foshan. Of course, he has to maintain his identity. It is impossible for just a cat or a dog to challenge him.

"Hey." Sato glanced at the translator who was standing stupidly: "Tell him to choose one of the people below."

Li Zhaomei nodded with a smile and walked to Lin Yue: "Master, they asked you to choose one of these people."

Lin Yue glanced at Miura who was watching the show in the corridor: "Is there a bag of rice for every person you defeat?"

Li Zhao was stunned for a moment and thought to himself, who are you? How can the boss of Lin's Trading Company be short of rice and oil? How can you endure it when faced with the Japanese's face of giving away charity?

Seeing that he was silent, Lin Yue couldn't help but frowned: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Translate."

"Master..."

"I want you to translate."

Li Zhao had no choice but to translate his questions into Japanese.

Sato was happy when he heard this, but he was worried that he would not be able to humiliate the businessman who dared to give him a cold face.

"Yes, every time you win one, you will get a bag of rice."

Li Zhao looked at Lin Yue and nodded, but his eyes said that you are the pride of Foshan. Others can come here to be the Japanese's sparring partner for a bag of grain, but you can't.
Chapter completed!