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Chapter 64 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 38

Wen Zhao naturally accepted Lieutenant Colonel Nakamura's favor without hesitation.

They could resell Japanese supplies to the front lines and even pocket a share of the profits.

If he hesitated even slightly about such a good thing, he would be struck by lightning.

The Osaka Army's friends are so generous that even frontline soldiers are wearing brand-new Japanese military uniforms.

Aside from the pants being a bit short and the top being a bit tight, the warmth is quite good.

Although the quantity of goods flowing out of Shanghai was enormous, it was still a drop in the ocean compared to the vast battlefield.

Even this cup of water can offer some comfort to the soldiers who are suffering from hunger and cold.

After their supplies were cut off, the Japanese invaders became increasingly ruthless in their plundering of China, and their actions on the front lines became increasingly fierce.

But this weak intensity will eventually come to an end.

Such a narrow and cramped country, such a society that had only recently entered the industrial stage, simply could not withstand such a high-intensity war.

As the call for a counterattack was sounded domestically, life became increasingly difficult for the Japanese on the front lines, and the starvation of Japanese in the rear further fueled anti-war sentiment within Japan.

As the war effort gradually improved, Wen Zhao's reputation had become so bad that it could be smelled from miles away.

Ling Yi, that traitorous old woman, might even be overcharged by several hundred yuan when she goes to buy jewelry.

Of course, all this money was extorted from those wealthy businessmen by Wen Zhao, so she didn't feel bad spending it.

Those antiques that appeared on their display shelves provided a large amount of funding for the war effort in the Northwest rear area.

Reverse money laundering? That's a simple thing to do.

When Wen Zhao was respectfully addressed as "the upright and just official" by merchants in Shanghai, the year was 1945.

This was a very special year. In this year, the Fourth Prince's anti-Japanese tax had already been paid to the Japanese troops, and the Eighth Prince's weapons were also pulled out by Japanese soldiers in the blockhouse to exchange for food.

A few bags of cornmeal were exchanged for a cannon. The price was reasonable and fair, and the Japanese were all happy to make the exchange!

The spring rain in Shanghai is lingering, but this lingering rain carries with it a sense of panic.

After the man with the mustache in Europe ended his life with a gunshot, Sandezi never had a chance to turn things around.

The Japanese, who were suffering repeated defeats, seemed to see their own reflection in San Dezi, and a large number of Japanese nobles who remained in China began to board ships to return home.

At this moment, Nakamura, who had been promoted to colonel, began to hate his new position.

Why is he the son-in-law of the Ito family and not their son?

If he is, he can go back to China now!

He raised his glass to his friend and sneered, "Those who are disloyal to the Empire and unfaithful to the Emperor will not have a good end even if they return home!"

"One day we will occupy China, and those guys won't even be worthy of drinking soup!"

At that moment, he was saying things that even he himself didn't believe.

Wen Zhao gave a wry smile and clinked glasses with him: "Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Nakamura."

Nakamura glanced at Wen Zhao, who seemed to have recently shown him little respect, and felt too lazy to get angry with him.

If the grand plan is lost, why bother with these trivial details?

And once he leaves this godforsaken place, this guy won't have an easy time either.

He knew all too well how much the Chinese people hated traitors.

Why bother arguing with someone who's about to die?

Well, if we can swindle his assets before he dies, then we should consider it.

As Nakamura was pondering his next move, Wen Zhao leaned in mysteriously and asked, "Nakamura-kun, would you like to do some business?"

Nakamura looked at the man suspiciously through his wine glass. He could be considered the biggest businessman in Shanghai. What kind of business in Shanghai would he still be interested in these days?

“Naturally, they are some factories under the Empire!” Wen Zhao said to himself, as if he did not see the ugly look in Nakamura’s eyes: “Those guys are locusts sucking the blood of our Japanese warriors. They do not produce anything, but they take away the most lucrative profits.”

"Everything was prosperous before, and we could let them get away with it, but now..." Wen Zhao's eyes were full of malice: "What right do they have?"

Nakamura's heart skipped a beat, but he said sternly, "Those are citizens of the Empire. How dare you covet them?"

"The mission of Imperial soldiers is to protect their property!"

Wen Zhao dismissed his righteous words with a light laugh, saying, "Yes, yes, we need to protect their property. So it's perfectly normal for us to temporarily protect it and then hand it back to them intact once the situation improves."

After the French Concession fell, Wen Zhao suddenly became a high-ranking official in the new government.

Under his exploitation, all the factories under the new government, except those with powerful backgrounds, were seized by him.

Now, he wants the Japanese businesses too!

Thinking of the telegram sent by the organization, Wen Zhao's handsome face seemed to glow.

"Preserve our industrial strength and await victory!"

Victory! He had been waiting for this day for a long time.

Those modern facilities operated by the Japanese, those factories that have sucked the blood of countless Chinese people, will all become part of the country's future development.

What Wen Zhao needs to do now is to preserve them as much as possible so that they won't be destroyed by the Japanese when they leave.

Nakamura was genuinely intrigued by Wen Zhao's words, but then added, "What good is it if we take it? We can't make them continue to generate money."

He wasn't naive enough to think that after their defeat, the Japanese merchants would still be able to do whatever they wanted here.

“Of course, we’ll sell it to the Southwest government!” Wen Zhao said this without any emotional fluctuation.

Over the years of smuggling, he had developed a deep bond with the corrupt officials in the Southwest.

A large quantity of wound medicine was delivered to those people through his hands. Wen Zhao didn't know how much of it would end up in the hands of the soldiers. After all, those guys were the kind of people who would even have the soldiers hide American-supplied vitamin pills under their tongues and hand them over to the authorities for resale after the American observers left.

Even if only one dose of medicine is injected into the soldiers' bodies, he will feel gratified.

Nakamura listened to him casually mention the enemy's name, but his expression remained unchanged.

No one knows better than him how he got his money.

but……

"Are you planning to surrender?" he asked, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

Wen Zhao chuckled: "Nakamura-kun is thinking of himself, and I'm not stupid either; I'm not going to go down a dead end!"

He raised his hand and pressed down on Nakamura's hand as he reached for his gun, patting it gently: "But please rest assured, Mr. Nakamura, there will always be a place for you on my broad road to success."

"As long as there's money to be made, I, Wen, will always be Nakamura-kun's most loyal partner!"