mtl008 Chapter 65 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 39
Chapter 65 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 39
Wen Zhao's simple word "friend" caused great trouble for the Japanese merchants.
These guys, who used to coerce and entice domestic businessmen and seize their property at the slightest disagreement, suddenly found that the methods they used on others were now being used on them.
This is outrageous! They are Japanese citizens, and they have never suffered such injustice before.
They angrily complained to higher authorities, and were then received by the complainant, Colonel Nakamura, who threw them into jail to reflect on their actions.
As money poured into his pockets, Nakamura stopped paying attention to matters of war.
What does the country's defeat have to do with him, a future tycoon?
With all this wealth that Wen Zhao amassed through extortion, he can guarantee that his grandsons will all be superior people!
In August, two small gifts exploded in Japan, jolting him out of his decadent lifestyle.
His Majesty the Emperor also formally announced the surrender.
Shanghai was thrown into turmoil in an instant. The large-scale retreat of the Japanese army brought about numerous riots, and Wen Zhao took advantage of the chaos to profit from the situation, salvaging countless pieces of equipment and transporting them away from Shanghai.
On the day the Special Higher Police were about to officially withdraw, Wen Zhao stood in front of the mirror, calmly tying his tie, as if he were about to attend a grand banquet.
Ling Yi was still wearing her old-fashioned dress, with a simple white jade hairpin in her hair.
She was sitting in front of her dressing table, deftly disassembling a Browning pistol with her hands.
After disassembling the pistol several times, Ling Yi loaded the golden bullets into the magazine: "It's time to go see Mr. Nakamura."
She smiled faintly, her eyes crinkling slightly: "After so many years of friendship, we should at least see each other one last time."
Wen Zhao looked at himself in the mirror and smiled back.
He slightly bent his arm and chuckled, "Please."
When the car slowly stopped in front of Nakamura's house, Ling Yi smiled even more happily.
This is a house she carefully selected; I wonder if Mr. Nakamura has been happy living here these past few years.
"Nakamura-kun."
By this time, the Chinese servants hired by Nakamura had long since disappeared, and Wen Zhao and his wife entered the living room without any hindrance.
The once magnificent living room now appears dilapidated, with boxes of all sizes making it impossible to find a place to step.
These assets are only a portion of Nakamura's recent estate that he hasn't had time to transport back to Japan. Much of the property he plundered has already been returned to Japan, allowing his family to live a better life.
The blood and flesh scraped from 400 million people almost instantly transformed an unknown minor nobleman into a wealthy and powerful figure.
Fortunately, the people who created this wealth will never be able to return home.
He, like the property that was not yet transported, will remain on this land forever.
"Nakamura-kun."
Wen Zhao's deliberately loud voice startled Nakamura, who was busy managing the family property. He turned around in surprise and asked, "Why are you here?"
Looking at the woman beside Wen Zhao, Nakamura seemed to understand something, his brows furrowing: "Wen-kun, the Empire's retreat is only temporary. Please stay here and wait for the Empire to return!"
The implication is clear: don't even think about coming to Japan with me!
Although Nakamura was also reluctant to part with Wenzhao, this money-making machine, he preferred to pack in more treasures rather than let him take up his quota and leave.
Even the best dog isn't as important as a box of gold, right?
“Nakamura-kun, you’re overthinking it.” The couple, who came hand in hand, calmly stepped over the messy boxes and approached Nakamura step by step.
“My husband and I have no intention of leaving with you. We just… came to say goodbye.” This time, it was Ling Yi who spoke, a woman whom Nakamura had never given a second glance in all these years.
Looking down at the bronze cauldron in the box, Ling Yi smiled and said, "A good thing."
How could we let the bandits take something like this?
Nakamura slammed the lid of the box shut and warned, "Madam Wen, what are you looking at?"
He inexplicably disliked Ling Yi's tone at that moment.
In his memory, Ling Yi was shy, reserved, and even hysterical.
This woman, who never dared to lift her head when her husband wasn't around, had never had such a calm and fearless expression as she did today, nor had she ever spoken to him as an equal.
“I’m looking at these treasures.” Ling Yi smiled and smiled slightly. “Mr. Nakamura has protected them very well.”
These items, such as bronze artifacts, ancient books, and paintings, were all recently salvaged from Japanese merchants.
They are precious yet fragile. Treasures that have survived for thousands of years can be easily destroyed during wartime or stolen by those with ulterior motives, becoming spoils of war in other countries' museums.
Those businessmen were of a very mixed background, and in the past, Ling Yi could not and dared not set her sights on them.
Even as the war was nearing its end, she didn't have the energy to salvage the artifacts from them one by one.
She has so much to do, but luckily she has her good friend, Mr. Nakamura.
He could greedily snatch treasures from his own kind, treasure them carefully, and wait for himself to collect them.
"What do you mean?" Nakamura's expression changed abruptly, and he looked at Wen Zhao with displeasure: "Wen Jun, keep your wife in check!"
Over the years, Nakamura had long since become accustomed to Wen Zhao's unquestioning obedience.
But when he gave the order again, he found that Wen Zhao's eyes were incredibly cold as he looked at him.
No, it's not indifference.
Those dark, hollow eyes revealed a deep-seated hatred.
Just like those die-hards he had executed.
But who were those people? They were the tough guys who were willing to risk their lives to resist them!
Who is Wen Zhao? He is a spineless dog, a traitor who would not hesitate to turn his knife against his own people for personal gain. How could such a person have such eyes?
Why should he?
Ling Yi watched with a light laugh as Nakamura's expression shifted from anger to terror, and as he reached for his waist.
boom!
A gunshot rang out, and Nakamura clutched his arm, letting out a scream of agony.
He stared in horror at the woman who had steadily raised her pistol, as if he had seen a ghost.
Shouldn't such an ignorant woman be unable to even lift a gun?
How dare she shoot at someone without even blinking?
At this moment, the doubt in his heart finally became a reality.
"You are also anti-Japanese elements!" he exclaimed in shock, each word in his broken voice filled with disbelief.
How can it be?
How could this couple, who were practically the biggest traitors in all of China besides the Wang family, possibly be anti-Japanese elements?
This is a joke, utterly absurd!
But if this conjecture is true, what has he been doing all these years?
He opened up the secrets he knew to the couple with almost no defenses, used his own channels to help them smuggle military equipment to the battlefield, and even made Wen Zhao sit in a position second only to the emperor in the new government!
At this moment, those leaked secrets and that elusive spy all seemed to have a target.
“You guessed right.” Amidst his near-madness, Ling Yi’s eyes crinkled into a smile: “I’ll give you a shot.”