Mashiro smiled politely and said, "After our constant persuasion, including the following, 347 people are willing to join the Allied Forces. The remaining ones are more stubborn. My opinion is to simply let them go back to the Japanese army."
Chairman Mao pondered for a moment and said, "You should know what it is like for these people to return to the Japanese army, right?"
Mashiro nodded gracefully and said helplessly, "I have also seen those released prisoners of war. As long as they say something good about you, they will be considered to have betrayed the emperor. More radical commanders will make them commit suicide, but they
They have refused to surrender, and our discipline cannot kill them. I wonder if the chairman has any better solution?"
Chairman Mao nodded and said, "These people are all people who have been found not guilty after examination. They just came to China because of the war. Okay, let's release them, but they cannot be released in vain. Our release will definitely make people who have joined the Allied Forces
People have ideas, so there must be follow-up follow-up to let the Allied forces understand how these people were treated after they returned. Okay, let’s not talk about this anymore. I called you here today to ask you a question. Did you originally
As a Japanese soldier, I wonder if you have ever heard of a man named Takeshita Shigeo?"
As he spoke, Chairman Mao took out a photo of Takeshita Shigeo and handed it to Mashiro Sifumi to see.
Mashiro glanced at Sven and immediately said, "Is it him?"
Chairman Mao quickly asked, "Do you know this person?"
Mashiro smiled softly and said, "I don't know if it counts. I was born in Osaka, and Takeshita Shigeo is also from Osaka, and he is from a famous family. It is said that their family is the descendant of the Asakura family during the Warring States Period, because Oda Nobunaga
Due to the attack, he was forced to change his surname to Takeshita. His temper was very weird. Sometimes he was more careless than me, sometimes he was serious, sometimes he was extremely cruel, and sometimes he couldn't bear to step on an ant. He was considered a weirdo."
Chairman Mao took a breath and said, "The latest information we got is that this person killed General Chen Anbao and caused the defeat of the Battle of Nanchang, and now this person has been transferred to our North China. The person who came here is not good. Our intelligence department analyzed
After thinking about it for a while, I thought that this man is not a general, but he is extremely good at decapitation, so we need someone who knows him well to deal with him."
When Zhenbai Siwen heard this, he almost cried on the spot. He bent down and said aggrievedly, "Chairman, this... this is different from what we agreed. This is a madman. I can't beat him, and we
The Eighth Route Army has so many commanders, what's the use of calling me a general of the defeated army."
At this time, Xiao Wang came in and said, "Chairman, Zhou Weiguo is here and has brought the secret message of 203."
Chairman Mao nodded and said, "Let him in, Comrade Mashiro, please wait a moment."
Mashiro Sven quickly started thinking about how to push this matter away.
Zhou Weiguo walked in, saluted Chairman Mao, handed the telegram to Chairman Mao and said, "Chairman, this is a secret telegram from our employer. Please let me bring it to you."
Chairman Mao opened it and saw on it the list of new red parties sent to the Youth Army. Chairman Mao nodded, folded it and put it away.
At this time, Zhou Weiguo exclaimed when he saw the photo on the table and said, "Takeshita-kun?"
As if seeing a savior, Zhenbai Siwen asked Zhou Weiguo, "Mr. Zhou, do you know him?"
Zhou Weiguo nodded and said, "I know, this is Takeshita Shigeo. He is a classmate of mine who studied in Germany. He taught me my swordsmanship. His grades in Germany were also very good. He studied special warfare with me."
Zhenbai Siwen quickly pointed at Zhou Weiguo and said, "Chairman, did you see it? The people who really know are here. Mr. Zhou, it's like this. Your good friend Shigeo Takeshita has come to China and killed a general of the National Army.
, Now that he has come to the north, he will definitely deal with us. If you are asked to deal with him, do you have the confidence?"
Zhou Weiguo was stunned for a moment and said, "Did Takeshita Shigeo come to China? Isn't he not interested in war?...Does he want to perfect his art?"
When Chairman Mao heard this, he couldn't help asking, "Is he a peace lover?"
Zhou Weiguo shook his head and said, "To be precise, he is an art lover. He yearns for all arts, including the art of killing and the art of war."
With one sentence, the temperature of the entire room dropped a lot. Zhou Weiguo continued, "Chairman, I am willing to go, but I need orders from my employer. In addition, I need full cooperation from the intelligence department and the army, in the form of a small unit special battle."
, it is difficult to completely eliminate Takeshita Shigeo."
Chairman Mao nodded and said, "Okay, then it's settled. I'll send a telegram to 203, and you will preside over this matter. Do you have any other requirements?"
Zhou Weiguo nodded and said, "Takeshita Shigeo will definitely disguise himself as one of our people and enter our base area, so we must treat him in his own way. I need the cooperation of Comrade Mashiro and the Allied Forces."
Shimon Mashiba thought he had escaped, but he didn't expect to be waiting for him here. He quickly wanted to deny it, but Chairman Mao overcame him and said, "Then it's settled. You two will work together to annihilate this Takeshita Shigeo in North China."
Mashiro Sven lowered his head and stopped talking, his eyes full of helplessness and laziness.
After the two left, Li Kenong walked into the cave, handed a stack of paper to Chairman Mao and said, "Chairman, this is our plan, please take a look."
Chairman Mao looked at it for a while and said, "This plan is very important. Also, what's going on with the counterfeit currency?"
Li Kenong said, "It is still difficult to imitate Japanese yen. What they added is Japan's unique Sanya bark pulp, which is difficult for us to obtain. This Sanya tree actually exists in our country, mainly near the Yangtze River Basin. We have also found some in Shaanxi, but
The quantity is small, so I would like to have 203 purchase it there, which may be more convenient."
Chairman Mao nodded and said, "Your experts, follow your plan. Now our army and the Japanese army are afraid of both sides. We are afraid that the Japanese army will attack with all its strength. The Japanese army is afraid of being restrained by us and being defeated by the Soviet Union and the Soviet Union."
Chongqing has taken advantage, and now it is necessary to do its best to strengthen itself and weaken the enemy, so this plan is extremely important, you must be more careful."
Li Kenong nodded with firm eyes and said, "Chairman, please rest assured that our comrades are extremely reliable."
--Germany
Hitler and Chamberlain finally reached an agreement. As long as Poland was willing to let Germany build a highway and place no more than 500 police officers on the highway, Germany would be willing to give up the use of force and promise to put the solution to the red problem on the agenda.
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Chamberlain also proposed that the construction of the highway could be built by Poland itself. After the construction was completed, Germany would pay for it and hand it over to Germany, but Poland also had the right to use it and could station a police force of no more than 100 people on the highway.
After such a plan was announced, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Such conditions were not harsh, and even if Poland was unwilling, it would buy Poland a few years. Within a few years, Europe would still be a peaceful Europe.
Hitler and Chamberlain drank wine with satisfaction, but this was just the idea of a big country. Poland on the other side was not as relaxed as the two of them, but was surprisingly angry.
"Betrayal! This is betrayal! This is Munich again. Our Poland is not Czechoslovakia, and the country's sovereignty must not be violated!" Smigwy Rhodes shouted angrily.
He anxiously walked around the room, thinking about what Hitler was doing, including the Rhineland, Austria, and Munich. Every time it seemed like a trivial matter at first, it ended up annexing the entire region, especially the Czech Republic.
Slovakia and Munich have both signed, and they will all be annexed in the end. How can such international credibility be trusted? Without even thinking about it, Smigwig Rhodes felt that as long as the Germans entered Poland, there would be millions of German troops behind them.
Rush in.
"Let people go to London and Paris again. We need their commitment. We will not let the Germans enter Poland. If Germany continues to attack, will they be willing to abide by the agreement?" Smigwei.
Rhodes thought for a while and felt that hope still lay with Britain and France, so he ordered another meeting.
——Beiping
Huang Fan is an old Peiping native. According to his own statement, when his family took root in Peiping, the world was still owned by the Mongols. Everyone laughed when they heard this. After all, Huang Fan was just a small businessman with two businesses.
There are three grocery stores. In this Sijiu City, it can't be said that there is much wealth and wealth, but they can still get by.
That day, Huang Fan had just sent away a neighbor who was buying vinegar. He closed the door, picked up a fan, and wandered around the alley, thinking about things in his mind. The Nanjing government had unified the allocation of materials, so that several of his previous money-making
No business can be done. Grain must be bought from registered grain stores. Naturally, his small grocery store cannot get registered brands, and he dare not sell it randomly. This salt is also sold in specialized stores, not to mention cloth and medicine.
Even the scissors cannot be sold because they are iron items. If this continues, let’s not call our store Lao Huang’s Grocery Store, but just change its name to Soy Sauce Store.
"Ah, isn't this Old Huang? How about it, have you made a fortune recently?" A voice came from behind. Huang Fan turned around and saw that it was his former business partner, Wu Song from Shanxi.
"Old Wu, long time no see, how are you doing?" Huang Fan hurriedly said hello with clasped fists.
"It's not bad. There's no war in my area anymore. It's pretty quiet. Why don't you come out and see if there's any business to do? Oh, by the way, do you still owe me twenty oceans that you haven't paid back?" Wu Song
He grabbed Huang Fan and smiled.
"Are you tired of digging into the petty accounts with me again? Are you tired of sesame seeds and rotting millet? Why are you not angry? You don't even know who Mr. Mr. Mr. Huang is! I am Mr. Huang. My home is in Sijiu.
When the city takes root..."
"The world still belongs to the Mongols! You know this, that's all. It's not big money anyway. The world is in chaos. It's fate that we are alive to meet each other. Just treat me to a meal and forget about it." Wu Song said.
Smiling and letting go of his hand.
Huang Fan couldn't help but ask, "You are the most thief, so you are so generous now? Don't make fun of me, I take it seriously."
Wu Song patted his pocket and said, "It's bulging, but I'll ask you something later, and you have to tell me honestly."
Huang Fan said happily, "Of course, as we go, there have been a lot of changes in these four-nine cities recently."
Arriving at a hotel, the two of them ordered three or four dishes and a bottle of wine. The owner of the hotel saw that Huang Fan was familiar to him, so he came up, said hello, and closed the door, not to disturb the two of them anymore.
After eating for a while, Huang Fan asked impatiently, "Brother, have you really gotten rich recently? In this chaotic situation, is there any way to tell my brother? I will always be grateful to you."
Wu Song smiled and said, "This is true. You should also know who is in charge of Shanxi now, right?"
Huang Fan was startled, looked around, and whispered, "Brother, you don't eat food from the Eighth Route Army, do you?"
Wu Song slapped Huang Fan and said, "I also have to have the courage to be a soldier, but it's not far off. You don't know, Shanxi is changing with each passing day. The Red Party is engaged in economic development. Factories are being built everywhere.
The Japanese planes came several times but were shot away and stopped coming. Now it is quiet. As for me, I set up several brick and tile factories with people in the countryside. Although I am not rich, I am still
I made a little money."
Huang Fan couldn't help but wondered, "Since you are living well in Shanxi, why are you here? The road is dangerous. By the way, you are from Shanxi, how did you get here? The devil is very strict."
Wu Song smiled and said, "This money can not only communicate with gods, but also with the Japanese. I don't have guns or cannons. What are they afraid of? Besides, this is a war, and there is also business."
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Huang Fan's eyes lit up when he heard this and he asked, "What kind of profitable business is this? Tell your brother."
Wu Song deliberately didn't say anything and took a sip of wine. Huang Fan quickly poured another glass and tried to persuade him. Huang Fan then hummed and said, "Actually, it's not a big deal. Isn't your current business difficult?"
Huang Fan said that tears were about to come out, "It's so difficult, my good brother, you don't know, the tax collected by Wang Jingwei is much higher than that of General Song. He will donate today and tomorrow, even the emperor will pay taxes."
We still need to pay for it on my birthday. Now I can’t sell two of them in my store. I can’t sell this and I can’t sell that. I really can’t survive.”
Wu Song nodded and said, "Yes, this business is all about circulation. Now in the war, everyone doesn't care about it anymore, but other things can be gone. When will we be short of rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea? I told you
This business is all about salt!"
"Salt?" Huang Fan's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he shook his head and said, "It's difficult, this salt is a specialty, we can't get it."
Wu Song patted his **** and said, "I have it. I don't know what the Red Party has done. There is too much salt. You can buy as much as you want. How much is a pound of salt here?"
Huang Fan raised three fingers and squeezed it and said, "A catty of eight anise is the worst black salt. If it is good refined salt, it costs two oceans per catty. The poorer people here tie a piece of rock salt with straw."
When the dish is ready, put the salt tied with grass into the vegetable soup and rinse it quickly. The dish is so bland that you can hardly taste the salt. Hey...where are you?"
Wu Song smiled and said, "Our salt tax is high, so it's not low. It costs seven yuan."
Upon hearing this, Huang Fan said, "How can you do business here? It's much more expensive than here."
Wu Song waved his hand and said, "I'm talking about seven oceans...a load!"
"One load!! Don't fool me." Huang Fan almost jumped up when he heard this. You know, the cheapest salt in Beijing costs 80 yuan per load. If we bring the salt from Shanxi and sell it,
It doesn’t take much, just one load of salt can feed a dozen or so people for a month.
