"I did it! Brother, tell me, I will do whatever you want." Seeing Huang Fan's eyes red, Wu Song poured cold water on him and asked, "This is a beheading business, and the price is not as high as you think. There are regulations above.
Our salt is all refined salt, but it can only be sold for 40 cents per catty, which is 40 oceans per load. As for us, from top to bottom, we can only make ten oceans. Everything else has to be turned over, so what are you doing?
Don’t do it?”
Huang Fan calculated in his mind, then thought about his current business, and finally nodded and said, "Yes, but how much quantity can we have?"
Wu Song smiled and said, "You can have as much as you want. Brother Huang, just wait. One day, you will sprinkle salt like snowflakes."
Huang Fan shook his head in disbelief. This salt is such a precious thing. He was still spreading it for fun. He would feel bad if he put more salt in it.
The two ate and drank for a while before leaving the hotel.
--modern
Sun Ning looked at the hundreds of containers of salt in front of him speechlessly and said, "Who are you trying to kill with salt? There are hundreds of thousands of tons of salt here, which is enough for the people of your time to eat for more than half a year."
Jiang Cheng smelled it and felt the smell of salt in his nose. He smiled and said, "This is to deal with the Nanjing puppet government. Once our salt is put into the market, their salt tax will basically be wiped out. You should also know that,
In the era of the Republic of China, land tax was the largest tax source, and salt was the second. But now because of our guerrillas, it is very difficult for them to harvest food. If salt can no longer be sold, normal tax revenue will be reduced by 60%.
It’s about 70%. Although they have some other heresy, they are just inferior strategies after all.”
Sun Ning nodded and continued, "I have found some planting bases for the Sanya tree you mentioned. In fact, the country has already researched the formula of the Japanese yen, but after all, counterfeit currency is a double-edged sword. It will not start a full-scale war."
, the country may not give it to you if you want it, but if you ask Ying Tianlin and Kou Kou, maybe they will have it, but my suggestion is not to make yen, but to transform bank notes."
Jiang Cheng didn't know much about financial history. He asked, "What are these bank coupons? They sound a bit like gold yuan coupons."
Sun Ning turned on his phone, pulled up the picture and handed it to Jiang Cheng and said, "This is it. This is a voucher designed by the Japanese government during World War II to increase military spending. It is actually a kind of currency. You also know, the quality of our forged currency
They are all new, but it will take some time for Japan to issue this kind of vouchers. We can prepare them first, because they have just come out, and the new coins will be normal. When you need to stab the Japanese economy, just
It’s ready to be taken out and used.”
Jiang Cheng smiled and shook his head and said, "Our money is really not used to destroy its economy. In fact, Japan itself is vigorously issuing currency and collecting property. It is useless if we add it. These things are different."
of use.”
Sun Ning rolled his eyes, lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly raised his head, glared at Jiang Cheng and said, "Is your goal..."
Jiang Cheng nodded and said, "After all, history has changed. No one can say what will happen in a few years. We must hold a whip and let the general trend succumb to our arrangements. Don't worry, nothing will happen."
, this plan requires several years of planning.”
Sun Ning smiled and said, "What kind of books did you bring to Yan'an? You actually came up with such a method, but okay, in this case, even if Japan doesn't want to do it, it must do it."
——The United States in the time and space of the Republic of China
Wall Street, this street full of magic and money, where the story of capital is staged every day, some people become rich in one day, some go bankrupt, and countless people lose themselves or gain control here. Here, you can see anything you know
No one can tell how much influence an American celebrity has on Wall Street. We can only say that if Wall Street is attacked one day, the world's economy will come to a standstill.
Chase Manhattan Bank Building, here is 40 Wall Street. This 88-story skyscraper was built in only 11 months in 1930. It was the fastest construction project of 1 million square feet in recorded history. It even became
It held the record for the tallest building in the world for a few months, but in the 1930s, the American economy developed too fast. The Chrysler Building built in the same year soon surpassed him. Today, a new building is opened here.
Although the company is small, the news that the boss of this company is a yellow person spread like wildfire, and it quickly spread throughout Wall Street. After all, there are very few players of color here. Who is this yellow person?
The dragon crossing the river is still a small shrimp, and many people are observing it with some interest.
In the room, the yellow man who had become the topic of conversation was speaking in Japanese to the people in front of him.
"From now on, you are Masayoshi Son. Remember, the Emperor will always watch you. Your SoftBank company will become the source of the empire's military expenditure. We will continuously inject funds into you and give you inside information. How about
To survive and thrive here depends on your own performance."
Son Zhengyi nodded excitedly and said, "Please rest assured, sir, I will definitely live up to your and the emperor's expectations."
Sun Zhengyi couldn't help but be excited. He was a student at an American business school. Although his grades were okay, he couldn't be said to be a genius. But just like him, one day he was suddenly raped by these cherry blossoms who claimed to be directly subordinate to the emperor.
The group came to the door, hoping that he could manage a large amount of funds to make profits on Wall Street to make up for Japan's military consumption in China.
Although Son Zhengyi lives in the United States, he has been paying attention to the Chinese battlefield. When the Japanese army captured Nanjing, he drank and sang with a few friends until dawn. While he was proud of Japan's military prosperity, he was also proud of the fact that he could not contribute to it.
The emperor was troubled by his service.
Now the opportunity came to him like falling from the sky, and one can imagine how he felt.
The man nodded and said, "Okay, here is one million U.S. dollars. You should first familiarize yourself with the rules of the game on Wall Street. Large sums of money will continue to be injected into this account. You should also understand that our identities are very sensitive and cannot be overstated."
Swaggering can only flow slowly and slowly."
Sun Zhengyi nodded, patted his ***, and said with great confidence, "Don't worry, I will definitely do a good job."
After the man left, he got into a car and went to a hotel in New York. He opened the door of a room and said to an old man, "Everything is done, but can such a young man really be trusted? With this money
It’s not a small number even for the empire.”
The old man laughed loudly and said, "Do you think he is the only one? Since the Orochi Project is called Orochi, it will naturally have eight heads. Son Zhengyi is just one head. Here, this is the second person. There are information and
Account, remember, your identity must be kept secret. If he has doubts, it means that this person is not loyal to His Majesty, so just give up."
The man nodded, walked out of the room, and continued with the next step.
In the hotel, the old man glanced at the car leaving, walked out of the room, changed to another room, and walked in. Inside was another old man. The old man had white hair and a childlike face, and his white beard was fluttering in the breeze, and he was leaning on a cane in his hand.
"Longtou, everything is going smoothly according to our plan." The old man said to the old man on crutches respectfully.
"Hmm...Okay, the arrangements must be in place within a month. I promised to go up there. If it can't be completed, we will have great fun. By the way, how are those little bastards?" asked the old man on a cane.
road.
"I heard that there was going to be a ship. I was very excited. It was not easy this time. I finally bought a warship." The old man said with a smile.
The old man on a crutch nodded, looked to the east and said, "All the young people at home are gone, and we are the only ones left with old bones. We have to provide them with support. It's almost time. Let's go and see a few other places."
Bar."
——Beiping, Republic of China
Huang Fan was carrying a baggage and walking behind Wu Song. He looked at the Japanese and puppet soldiers at the train station who were checking passers-by. He couldn't help but shake his body and looked at Wu Song with some fear.
Wu Song smiled and walked forward. A Japanese soldier stopped him, stretched out his hand, and said skillfully in Chinese, "Bring out your certificate of good citizenship."
Wu Song nodded, took out an ID and handed it to the Japanese soldier. Huang Fan could vaguely see that there seemed to be a shiny object inside the ID.
"Yo Xi, you are such a good citizen!" The Japanese army skillfully collected the silver coins and let Wu Song leave without even looking at his package.
The two got on the train without any danger. Wu Song looked at Huang Fan who was still unconscious and said, "What's wrong? Are you still scared?"
Huang Fan nodded and shook his head, acting extremely determined.
Wu Song smiled and gave him a cigarette and said, "Don't worry. Most of these Japanese soldiers are actually farmers in Japan. They came to China just to make a fortune. You can just give him some money. On the contrary, we ourselves should pay attention to them."
Not only do you want to get rich, but you also want to grab a few promotions. You have to be careful when giving money to such people. After all, it doesn’t matter what money you give. There are many things to pay attention to here. I will tell you slowly when the time comes. First
Take a rest, we have to walk for a long time."
Huang Fan asked in a low voice, "Isn't it because someone will come to hijack the car later?"
Wu Song said with a smile, "You must have listened to a lot of stories. We are going to Baoding, which is close to the Taihang Mountains. This side of the Taihang Mountains is Hebei, and that side is Shanxi. There are many small roads, which is a good place for smuggling. My people are here
It has been prepared over there. It will be transported directly along the mountain road to our Xishan Mountain in Peiping, and then we can take action. The people on your side need to be reliable."
Huang Fan nodded and said, "They are all my relatives and best friends. They are reliable. Don't worry."
Unable to do anything all the way, the two of them came to Baoding, walked out of Baoding City, walked northwest, passed Manchuria County, and went up to Liujiatai to Taihang Mountain. Huang Fan followed Wu Song, blindfolded, and walked for a long time.
Going up and down, when I took off my headscarf, I saw people around me. I was shocked. I found Wu Song before I felt relieved and said, "Brother, I didn't fall to death along the way. Do you need to be so careful?
They are all our brothers."
Wu Song nodded and said to one person, "This is Boss Huang. We will all look up to him in our business in Peking from now on. He has been observed and there is no problem. Don't worry, everyone. Okay, no more words. Now
how many?"
A female officer wearing an Eighth Route Army hat came out and said, "You can take 500 tons, but the first time is less. There will be 100 worker comrades and 30 soldiers to protect you. They will transport them all the way to the place we now control."
In the far north, that is, on the Xiaowutai Mountain side, there will be Japanese troops further back. You can decide for yourself whether you want to move forward."
Huang Fan couldn't count it with his fingers when he heard that it was five hundred dan. This one dan can earn ten oceans. Five hundred is five thousand. Even if everyone shares a share with each other, he can get at least a small thousand. Let's pay.
, posted.
"Hello, my friend, I want two thousand tons this time. Don't give me too little. I can do it very easily." A string of Chinese words with Japanese emphasis made Huang Fan's pores open.
I turned around tremblingly, only to see a Japanese man in a suit. His feet were covered in mud. It was obvious at first glance that he had gone through a lot of trouble.
"Why... why are there Japanese here?" Huang Fan grabbed Wu Song and pointed at the Japanese businessman and said.
Wu Song chuckled and said, "The Japanese are human beings too. They also want to get rich. The salt here is so cheap and we don't have to pay taxes. Naturally, they want it too. Not only the Japanese, I have also met the British.
Is profit the most important thing?"
Hearing that even the Japanese were doing this, Huang Fan suddenly became a little disdainful. I, Mr. Huang, am Chinese. This is for national interests and national justice. The Japanese also do this. They have forgotten their ancestors. They are really nothing.
.
Before Huang Fan could continue to feel contempt in his heart, Wu Song led him out of the cave, followed by someone. After turning left and right for a while, he came to a large cave. Huang Fan stared at everything in front of him with his mouth open, only to see densely packed caves.
An iron box was placed in front of him. After one box was opened, it was full of sacks of salt. The word "salt" written on the sacks simply dazzled his eyes.
"Oh my god, how much does this cost?" Huang Fan was sighing when he saw a group of people coming over. An officer saluted Wu Song and said, "Hello, comrade, Order No. 257 has been prepared, okay?"
Set off."
Wu Song nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work, let's go now. Please bear with me along the way."
As he said this, Wu Song pushed Huang Fan, who was still in a daze, and the group walked north.
After walking for more than half a month, the group arrived at Xiaowutai Mountain. The Eighth Route Army officer who protected them said, "Further ahead is the guerrilla zone. From time to time there will be Japanese mopping up troops, but it's okay. I just got the news from my comrade. The Japanese just
It should be safe if we go less than five days, but if we go another 50 miles at most, it will be too dangerous to go any further."
Huang Fan patted the **** and said, "It's up to me to carry the salt. There's something special about transporting salt. This bag after bag will definitely not work. I took a look at this mountain. There are many bamboos. Let's open up the middle and load it."
Filled with salt, it is turned into moso bamboo and shipped to Peking for sale."
Wu Song nodded and said, "Although it is an old method, the old method is also the most effective, as long as you can bribe the person who inspects it."
Huang Fan smiled and said, "It's easy to handle. I'll go down the mountain first. I'll work with a few businessmen to bribe a few patrol gatekeepers. These traitors are the most greedy. If you give them some benefits, they will take the bait."
