Chapter 32 32. Money is a bastard

The bowl of rough tea in his hand was a bit cloudy, and under the light, the color became darker and darker. Kenji Miyaguchi sat there kneeling and dignified, with his head slightly drooping, as if in meditation. Although the empire's war is progressing smoothly, the intelligence work under his control is full of difficulties.The information transactions mastered by the old Ziggs have become more and more active recently, and the important information of various countries regards this place as a transit point. It is no wonder that it is difficult to find so many rich buyers in other places.The military department ordered him to do everything possible to control the intelligence market within 3 months. However, this is not a company, nor is it an army. It is a loose "bazaar". Under the control of the Japanese army, I am afraid that the spies will disperse immediately, and there will be no more transactions, at least the most important British and American intelligence traders will not come again.Although these guys are personal actions, everyone has patriotism. How can the people in the military understand this?

He turned the teacup half a turn as he did in the tea ceremony etiquette, and took a sip, the disturbing letter rustling in his sleeve.There were only a few short lines of small characters on the letter, and it was written on the grandson's practice paper. The paper was so poor that it was scratched in several places by a pencil, and it was sent by free military mail.No need to read any more, he can already memorize the content of the letter.The wife is seriously ill, the daughter-in-law is seriously ill, and they are both hungry. Now the old mother can only support the family alone.State affairs and family affairs cannot be balanced, this is the truth he has known since he was a child, but the pain of his family still makes him ache in his heart.

He wanted to write a letter, but he didn't know what to say.Send some money back?The empire imposed economic controls, and any remittances were immediately expropriated by the state.Even food can't be taken back, because it's illegal, and besides, at this time, there is no one you can trust to take this risk for you. China is the only hope of the Great Japanese Empire. If it is occupied, the generation of grandchildren will have a good life.Our generation deserves to suffer some hardships. In order to win the war against China, our fathers have already lived in poverty for two or three generations!

He wanted to write this experience in his diary for future generations. There was movement outside the door, and Ding Shaomei walked in with a neither salty nor bland look on her face. "Take the liberty to come to the door, I miss you!" What is this nonsense?I haven't heard that this young man has a bad habit of being glib. "Although it's late, I think you're very busy, so you barged in before you had dinner." He rested his hands on his knees, his face glowing. "Okay, let's go to Shikishima Cuisine, and I'll be the host." When work came, Miyaguchi Kenji raised his spirits.Besides, there is nothing at home to entertain guests, and I only drank a bowl of porridge at night.

"No need, no need, I have something to discuss with you, please stay at home." Ding Shaomei smiled.The news provided by Lao Guan is good, this old boy is a poor ghost.He snickered. In the dining room, the servants placed the food brought by Ding Shaomei, four simple cold dishes, nothing more than mixed sting head, mixed celery head, small crispy fish and sauce head meat. "Please." The two poured wine to each other in accordance with Japanese etiquette, and a sweet scent rushed over their faces.Miyaguchi Kenji knew that it was Lotus White.China is a decadent nation, and it regards the pursuit of appetite as a major event. I hope that after the Yamato nation rules China, it will not degenerate as quickly as the Manchurians.He said bitterly in his heart.

"What advice does Mr. Ding have?" He asked.The crunchy, creamy and greasy sauce of the sauced meat sticks to the palate. Ding Shaomei smiled and said: "I've been running for a day, I'm hungry, let's talk when we're full." After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and the servant brought up two large plates of steaming meat buns. "Local specialty, the name is not nice, it's called a dog, it's too greasy to eat, but I'm in a hurry to come here, there's no way, what's there is nothing." Miyaguchi Kenji's mind suddenly froze.Everyone has their own weakest place, and this Goubuli Roubaozi is his "shortcoming".Pick up a steamed stuffed bun, bite a small mouth on the edge, and then gently blow open the thin skin, let the heat inside that can scald your mouth dissipate, and then carefully suck up the incomparably delicious soup inside, Finally put the whole bun into the mouth, the soft and creamy dough will fill the mouth, and the meat filling will be scattered, tantalizing every taste bud.Damn, for Japanese appetites used to eating salted fish, this stuff is too strong to bear.

Every 10 days, he would only choose one day to go to the Goubuli Steamed Bun Shop. At that time, he would not care about his face at all, squeezed among the rough guys driving carts and pulling rubber, and fried and swallowed 30 meat buns. Just to satisfy my hunger. In order to eat, they actually use duck fat, duck soup, and what is mixed with minced meat?Damn extravagant and lustful Chinese people, damn dogs ignore it! There was not a single bun left on the plate, and the servant was so angry that he slammed the dishes. "Please explain why you are here." Kenji Miyaguchi sat upright, and the bun in his belly did not allow him to bend down.

Ding Shaomei's reason for coming is very simple, to ask him to become a shareholder.If you have a chance to make a fortune, don't let go of any good friends. "You get such a large amount of money, you don't need me." 11 million French currency!By this afternoon, this was not news in the intelligence market.Although he couldn't figure out what the British were going to do, it might not be a good thing for the Great Japanese Empire anyway. "It's not like that." Ding Shaomei reasoned. "I know, your brother has a large amount of intelligence fees, and you can draw a check and a bank certificate at will, and you don't have to worry about whether there is money in the account. But, it is not your own money. I have no other intentions, the Chinese people are saving face , we met once, and I should give you a hand if I get the chance. Besides, I also know that you have no money, so I invite you to be a shareholder. Even small businesses can’t cooperate, let alone do big things together in the future.”

"What's the big deal?" "Old Ziggs' intelligence market." "Giggs was going to give it to you." "Wrong, it's not something I earned by myself. What's the point of being rewarded by others?" Ding Shaomei also found this careless tone quite palatable. "So, you know about your father?" "What's up?" Is there such a coincidence in the world?Miyaguchi Kenji was somewhat suspicious.I was trying to expose Lao Ding's affairs and pulled you over, but you came here?It was a dangerous coincidence. "What about your father and Giggs," he said.

"No one is willing to bother to teach me." Ding Shaomei's frustration is genuine. Miyaguchi Kenji went to another room and brought over two large envelopes. "I always felt that even if we occupied China, in the past few years, among the Chinese, the only ones who would come to help us are bastards. But, after 10 years, when you understand our good intentions, like you Only those who are wise will come to help us sincerely. Therefore, I will hand over your father’s file to you now, and I don’t ask you anything, I just hope that you will treat this matter fairly and our goodwill fairly.”

A large envelope was pushed over. "In addition, I only have this little money, please help me change it into Japanese yen, and ask someone to bring it to Japan and hand it over to my family. I believe you have a way." Another big envelope was also pushed over.He didn't know why he did this, but he had no reason to believe that the Chinese kid in front of him was a capable and reliable person. "By the way," Ding Shaomei said seriously. "If I compete with the old Ziggs for the chairmanship of the market committee, will you help me?" The Japanese invader in front of him is an honest man, and he can indeed be a partner—in a certain limit, but in another situation Next, you and I will shoot each other without hesitation. "It's too easy for you to think." Kenji Miyaguchi finally defeated the greasy stomach with strong tea. "I can help you to be elected as a member, but according to the committee's regulations, the chairman is not elected, especially when the old Ziggs is still alive." "Understood." Ding Shaomei opened the envelope containing the money, and inside was a 20,000 yuan coupon.He picked up a pen and paper and wrote a receipt. "I count this money as your shareholding." He pushed the pen and paper to Kenji Miyaguchi again, and said, "Please write an IOU." "what?" "You borrowed 20,000 yuan from the company for personal use." well!The corruption in the political and financial circles of the Great Japanese Empire is learned from the Chinese, and their tricks are terrible.Miyaguchi Kenji took out his hand stamp and wrote a very formal IOU. "Can I trouble you to be a guarantor? In case I don't make it..." His eyes were full of pain. Big Pierre just stared at the uninvited old Giggs, and did not show panic.If he was in the Japanese Concession, even if he was looking for a hotel in China, the old Giggs would have no way to track him down—the Japanese had always wanted to catch him, but this time was different. "Speak clearly." He still maintained the posture of old Ziggs when he entered the door, pinching the delicate and small breasts of the little red baby apple with both hands, and looked at her from behind her shoulder. Old Giggs took a step back.This old boy is an expert, he is afraid that I will suddenly push Xiao Hongbao onto him.Big Pierre deliberately shrugged Little Red Treasure to frighten him, but he didn't move his hand. The old Jew by the door might shoot at any moment. "This woman, you and I know her details, do you know who his Chinese lover is?" Old Giggs learned French from Balzac. "I don't know." Big Pierre understood what the other party meant.He has lived in China for 20 years and he thinks Chinese only kill for one thing - women. "Have you heard of Zuo Yinglong?" "Is she Zuo Yinglong's woman?" Big Pierre let go of his hands as if he had been burned.Last month, Zuo Yinglong just killed his cousin, the deputy captain of the police station in the French Concession. "In his eyes, we are called foreign devils, and we are called 'Fan Lao' in Cantonese. We are not human at all. I think he has killed a few foreigners? Count your cousin and the general anti-smuggling inspector who died 3 days ago. , about nine Caucasians." "What can I do for you?" The tone of the other party was nothing more than a condition, an opportunity to blackmail himself. "I'm going to have a committee this weekend and you'll have to vote in my will." "It's a small matter." Big Pierre, who has been working in China for decades, has long understood that professional spies have no morals at all, so he said: "Actually, you don't need to go to such trouble, send me that Jewish dog." Just send a note, and I will obey all orders." Old Giggs ignored his joke and went away.Izko took out a camera and leaned forward.Big Pierre lifted up Little Hongbao's long hair that covered her face, and the two posed in an exciting pose.