Chapter nine hundred and forty-fifth helping hand in the snow
"What do I have to say to these scumbags? It's just a waste of saliva! Don't even think about it. Chen Mingxiang is not interested in power or position. He only focuses on smuggling and making money. What good can such a leader bring out?
Soldiers coming?"
"I have spies in the experimental area. Now this group of people, when they wake up every day, they are planning how to make money by using Huatong Trading Company's smuggling channels, and then they are eating, drinking and having fun. Since the headquarters was moved, there has not been one decent case in the experimental area.
Never done it before!"
"Chen Mingxiang didn't care about them and didn't take them to heart at all. Look at the experimental area. It's been so long. I haven't applied for a single staff establishment. I don't expect them to bring glory to me. As long as they don't cause me trouble, they will be fine."
Thank God!" Li Shiqun said with a cold snort.
No matter it is She Aizhen, Pan Tao, Wang Ji'an and others from the security brigade, or Zhang Jinlu, Lin Zhijiang and others from the action brigade, no one is focusing on work.
They used their special identities and Chen Mingxiang's protection to plunder and plunder everywhere in Shanghai. They also colluded with smugglers in the Kuomintang-controlled area to provide Huatong Trading Company with a large amount of strategic materials.
Chen Mingxiang was very generous to his subordinates and always paid in cash. As a result, these agents in the Shanghai Experimental Zone made a fortune and lived a very comfortable life. Under such circumstances, who would think of arresting military reunification elements?
Going to the underground party? Isn’t that what you need after you’ve had enough to eat?
That night, a convoy of six cars and two trucks drove to the gate of the Japanese First Concentration Camp in West Shanghai, which was No. 404, Yuyuan Road. This was where people from the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau of the Public Concession were mainly detained.
members and families.
The Japanese military police standing at the door opened the door without any review of the arrival of the convoy. In the car in the middle, sat Chen Mingxiang, Lieutenant Colonel Ono and Major Okamura.
This is Chen Mingxiang coming to "consol" foreign nationals on behalf of "Shanghai non-governmental charity groups" and to promote the spirit of humanitarianism. Of course, this move has the tacit approval of the Military Police Headquarters in Shanghai and the Marine Corps Headquarters in Shanghai.
Chen Mingxiang made it very clear to both parties that he was secretly entrusted by the Military Command Bureau, and the Military Command Bureau was entrusted by the embassies of various countries in the mountain city. It only delivered coarse grains once or twice a month and checked the health of the patients in the concentration camps.
Do nothing else.
Even though it is a state of war, the Japanese government does not intend to kill all these foreign nationals. As long as the blockade does not cause hidden dangers to the Shanghai stock market, other small matters can be accommodated.
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Chen. If you don't come again, I'm afraid some people won't be able to hold on. Let the doctor show it to the patients first!" Riddle said excitedly.
There were two cars carrying doctors and nurses, and they also carried some medicines. There was a burst of aroma from the truck, and the driver opened the canvas covering it. Underneath were baskets of big, golden stick noodles.
All the people in the concentration camp quickly ran out. These coarse grains, which they usually didn’t even look at, were now better than red wine steak. Chen Mingxiang also saw that all the foreigners were sallow and thin, and some needed help to move around. Their eyes were filled with tears.
Craving for food.
It has been almost three months since I entered the concentration camp on February 15th. I finally saw Chen Mingxiang fulfilling his promise and coming to the rescue. Everyone felt like they had survived a desperate situation. Before, everyone’s greatest hope was Chen Mingxiang, and this is also
The patron saint of all foreigners is second only to God.
According to the regulations of the Japanese army, every adult refugee in the concentration camp must participate in labor in exchange for living space, including cleaning sewers, burning bricks, transporting coal and other heavy physical labor.
People in the concentration camp were not allowed to escape. They were condemned when caught. They were not allowed to move around except to go to the toilet or washroom. They were only given two meals a day, breakfast, and only one cup of tea four days a week, and one ounce of wheat paste on the other three days.
.Lunch was cabbage soup and a potato, and dinner was nothing at all.
Drinking water was rationed, with only five liters of water per person per day. Whether for bathing or flushing toilets, domestic water use was strictly restricted, and later even bathing was cancelled.
"Mr. Riddle, I am also in trouble. I am not delaying the time on purpose. If I want to go to the concentration camp to conduct such charity activities, I need the approval of the Japanese army. However, the situation will be better from now on. I will try to come twice a month.
power."
"The truck mainly contains cornmeal bread. I brought some pickles. I also prepared a few boxes of canned food, salt and cane sugar. You store them carefully. These are mainly used by patients, as well as some vitamins, aspirin and other medicines."
"I can't stay too long. There are five steamed buns per person, so hurry up and share them. But remember, everyone must not finish them all at once. Eat one or half a day at most. Wait until next time.
I'll try to increase it to ten per person."
"The portion of these cornmeal steamed buns is very large. Each one is worth the usual two or three. Although it won't solve the problem, it can ensure that people don't starve to death. By the way, I have cigarettes in the car. I will give them to everyone now, two packs per person.
"Chen Mingxiang said.
Before coming, he insisted that the military police and marines carefully check it to confirm that there were no prohibited items before sending it to the concentration camp.
This prudent approach made the gendarmerie stationed in Shanghai and the Marine Corps stationed in Shanghai very satisfied. Isn't it just some steamed cornbread pickles?
It is understandable that foreign embassies contact Chen Mingxiang privately through the Military Control Bureau of the Shancheng government to provide help to their own citizens, not to mention that this help will not affect the interests of the empire.
Chen Mingxiang gave Major Okamura and Lieutenant Colonel Ono 10,000 US dollars each, and gave each of the two commanders 100,000 US dollars. In fact, even if he gave rice and flour, no one would say anything else, but he did not do this.
That's the thing. If you give steamed buns and pickles, you will definitely get gratitude. If you give rice and white noodles, you may get complaints. If you can afford to give these good things, why not give some red wine steak?
It took a whole night for Chen Mingxiang to visit each of these concentration camps. Most of them would stop and say a few words, chat with the representatives of the overseas Chinese, and secretly take photos.
We stayed for half an hour at most, then hurried to the next concentration camp and delivered four large trucks with a total of more than 40,000 steamed buns. The whole process was very patient and meticulous.
His reputation among the foreign expatriates in the concentration camp reached its peak just because of this inexpensive move. He received a lot of gratitude, and most people burst into tears. The power of providing help in times of need is very powerful, and everyone firmly believed that
I firmly remember Chen Mingxiang.
Although he didn't sleep all night, he didn't feel sleepy at all, because he knew that this was his protection after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. Although it was a bit shameless, such resources could never be given up.
