Chapter 784: The Commander-in-Chief allows you to sit in on military meetings

'Just out of curiosity, why did you arrest McFarland?'

'That's a top secret. How could I possibly tell you?'

'That's true. Then help me think of a way. How can I get my hands on 500 Garand rifles.'

'What?'

The Japanese spy frowned.

Once again, he felt that he could not keep up with Zhang Yong's thinking.

Garand rifles?

Five hundred?

What do you want them for?

Rifles are useless...

'McFarland is a salesman for Springfield Armory. But he told me last time that he won't sell less than 5,000...'

'You can just make up an order. Can you ask Springfield Armory to send you a sample first?'

'A sample? Five hundred? Will that work?'

'You can give a deposit of a few thousand dollars. They will send the sample once they receive the deposit.'

'Oh, right.'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

He had an idea.

It wasn't actually that difficult.

If you were stupid enough to order just 500, no one would bother to deliver.

Springfield was the king of light arms dealers. They wouldn't even take an order for 500 Garand rifles. But what if it was 50,000?

If you said to the other party, 'I want to order 50,000 Garand rifles. First, I'll pay a deposit. You give me a battalion's worth of samples. Maybe 500. So we can get acquainted with them first. The other party might just ship them. They might even send someone to give instructions. After getting the 500 samples, we can tell the other party we're sorry and cancel the order...

Although we might lose some credibility. But...

Wait. Actually, we can also say we'll wait. We're raising funds.

It's only been three years since the start of World War II, marked by Germany's invasion of Poland.

Three years is actually quite a short time in the international arms trade.

What he needs to do now is not cancel the order. He needs to find a way to get the goods. Get more goods.

Otherwise, after September 1939, the arms export trade in the United States will be completely tightened, and it will not be easy to buy again. The production of the Garand rifle is not high, and the United States itself does not have enough equipment for its own army. The poor Navy Marun, a fourth-class person, had to wait until after 1943 to get the Garand. Before that, it was a bolt-action rifle.

So, there was a lack of money!

A very serious lack of money! Money, money, money!

No matter what you bought, there was a serious lack of money. A few tens of thousands of dollars was not enough.

Really, for the arms trade, anything less than a million dollars was not a serious business. Other arms companies might not take it seriously.

Currently, the price of a Garand rifle is very scary. It costs about 100 US dollars. A million dollars would mean 10,000 rifles. For a huge army that spends millions at a time, 10,000 rifles is nothing.

Fortunately, Zhang Yong's goal was only to equip the Air Force's 4th Regiment. He was only trying to create a beggar's version of the Air Force. It could perform some relatively special tasks, and could handle small-scale combat. Anything else was out of the question. A small-time person like him simply couldn't do it.

'How can I make more money?' Zhang Yong asked seriously.

'You're asking me?' The Japanese spy's eyes went blank.

Hagah! What a freak!

Such clear and stupid eyes!

And yet he was the one who had been captured. Damn it!

'I don't have much experience,' Zhang Yong said honestly. 'You're going to die anyway, so tell me, even if it's a good deed.'

'A good deed? You're dreaming,' Ri Die sneered.

'If you don't tell me, then I'll let you go back.'

'What?'

'If you don't tell me, I'll let you go back. You can go.'

'What?'

Ri Die was stunned again.

Then he realised a very terrifying problem.

He had no way out.

Even if he was released, he couldn't go back.

Because if he did, he would be killed.

The kidnapping had already been exposed and was in the newspapers...

Wait!

Newspapers?

It wasn't true...

Maybe Zhang Yong was just trying to scare him...

'Extra!'

'Extra!'

'American businessman beaten by Japanese!'

'American businessman beaten by Japanese!'

'Extra!'

'Extra!'

Suddenly, the shouts of a newspaper boy could be heard outside.

The Japanese spy reflexively turned his head. He looked at the newspaper boy running outside. Then he turned back to Zhang Yong.

His eyes seemed to say, Did you arrange this? Scare me?

'I paid for it,' Zhang Yong misunderstood, nodding directly, 'so the extra came out very quickly.'

He waved his hand at the men at the door. signalling them to go out and buy a few extra copies of the newspaper and bring them back in.

Soon, a copy of the newspaper, with the smell of ink, was placed in front of the Japanese spy.

It was a mimeograph.

There was no time to turn on the printing press.

Just mimeograph it and seize the market.

The picture on it was a bit blurry.

But for the Japanese spy, it was enough. He was a smart man. He knew what was going on.

It was in the newspaper...

Everyone knew...

It was estimated that tomorrow's newspaper headlines would all be about the kidnapping of the American businessman.

Public opinion is likely to further inflame. Because Zhang Yong has spent money. The purpose of spending money is, of course, to make a big deal out of it. Make it known to the whole world. Make it known to everyone.

And then...

There is no then.

As the instigator, he cannot possibly have a way out.

Either he takes his own life to atone for his crimes, or he is silenced by his own people. Then both the military and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs adamantly refuse to admit it.

Which one will he choose?

'Get a good night's sleep,' Zhang Yong stood up.

So busy.

Still have to catch the seventh Japanese spy.

This Japanese spy in front of him is not expected to commit suicide. Nor will he go back.

He has no way out.

On the contrary, the Japanese spy caught at the bakery before may commit suicide.

Because his disguise is the bottom rung. Life is difficult. No attachment to the life in front of him. But Yosuke Yamaguchi is attached. That's enough.

'You're leaving?' Yosuke Yamaguchi frowned. His expression was gloomy.

He admitted defeat.

Now, he was at his wit's end.

Unless he wanted to die.

But he didn't want to die. He no longer had the courage to die.

After years of living in hiding, he had become accustomed to it and couldn't bear to give up the comfortable life. Unless he was beaten to death. Otherwise, he didn't have the courage to die on his own.

'Have you heard of the Osaka Division?' Zhang Yong suddenly blurted out.

'What about the 4th Division?' Yamaguchi Yosuke was confused.

'Nothing.' Zhang Yong walked out.

What could it be? He's just being slippery. He just doesn't want to die for nothing.

The other divisions, the 6th and the 11th, were made up of miners who were usually poor as hell. So they weren't afraid to die in battle.

They had never enjoyed a comfortable life. So they had nothing to lose.

As a result, they all became cannon fodder.

Only the Osaka Division, after surrendering, could live comfortably again.

Even now, the 4th Division's number still exists. It shows how clever everyone else is.

'What's wrong with the 4th Division?'

the Japanese spy asked himself. He muttered to himself.

In fact, he was trying to find a way to save face.

'Nothing,'

Zhang Yong said, without looking back.

I don't know anything. I was just talking.

'Come back here.'

'What for?'

'Let's make a deal.'

'No way. I'm not paying.'

Zhang Yong refused flatly.

A deal is possible. But I'm definitely not paying.

I'm not a miser. I'm just really poor...

'Come back!'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong turned around and came back.

Sit down. Straighten up. I'm all ears.

'You don't have to pay. I can also show you how to make a fortune.'

'Conditions.'

'I'm going abroad. To Italy.'

'I suggest you go to Brazil.'

'Why?'

'There are a lot of your kind there.'

'No. I want to go to Italy. I want to go incognito. I don't want to meet anyone.'

'Done!'

Zhang Yong thought of Tanavaro. The Italian mafia businessman.

That guy seemed to have gone back to Italy a long time ago. He didn't know when he would come back. What did he discuss with him in the first place?

He took out his notebook and looked through it carefully. He found that there was no record. Alas. It was sloppy.

Never mind. It wasn't a big deal anyway.

Italy was far away, and he couldn't interfere.

There's not much to be gained in Italy these days. There's talk of civil war in Spain, though.

Unfortunately, it's still too far away. There's no chance of getting involved.

'After I've safely boarded the ship, I can still give you a windfall...'

'Wait!'

'You don't want it?'

'Of course not. You're the one who can't use our Chinese money to save your life.'

'What I'm giving you now is French money. Then there's British money. It's all come from an illicit source. You wouldn't dare to take it openly. Do you dare to take it?'

'Yes,'

Zhang Yong nodded.

What was there to be afraid of?

As long as it came from an illicit source, it belonged to whoever had it.

Zhang Yong was usually timid. But if there was money involved, he could be bold. High risk, high reward – an eternal truth. The ancients also said that the timid starve to death, while the bold thrive. Opportunities to make money just like that don't come along every day.

'Okay, I'll tell you now. At 26 Wutong Road in Zhenjiang, there is a cache of arms. If you get it out and sell it on, you can make at least 50,000 taels of silver.'

'Arms?'

'Yes. They came from French Indochina.'

'Vietnam?'

Zhang Yong frowned.

The French transported weapons from Vietnam?

At this time, foreigners didn't seem to have a name for Vietnam. They all said French Indochina.

The problem is, these are arms!

He shakes his head.

Arms dealing is too sensitive.

So is the opium trade. It's all too sensitive. He doesn't want to get involved.

He knows his limitations. He wears a hat that fits his head. If he can eat it, he will definitely eat it.

But if it's too much to eat and he will still get a stomachache, then forget it.

There is no reason to die for no reason. Why bother?

This Yosuke Yamaguchi is up to no good. He wants to set himself up. If these arms are exposed, the consequences will be disastrous.

You are just a small team leader in the Rikkosha Special Services Department, not even officially employed. And you want to dispose of a large quantity of arms? What are you trying to do? Are you trying to start a rebellion? The crime is far more serious than collaborating with the Red Party. You were immediately surrounded and eliminated by the military police.

He looked askance at the Japanese spy.

Damn, do you take me for a fool?

The Japanese spy looked helplessly at Zhang Yong.

After a long while, he said slowly, 'There is a representative of your Yunnan Army in Jinling...'

'So what?' Zhang Yong still didn't understand.

'Find someone to pretend to be an agent of a French trading company and go to the Yunnan Army and say that there are arms to trade with them. Let them come and see the goods, then pay and collect the goods. The price can be a bit cheaper. The Yunnan Army will definitely be happy.'

'This...'

Zhang Yong thought about the current situation.

Guangdong and Guangxi had joined forces and were preparing to overthrow Chiang...

If the King of Yunnan sides with Li Bai, Chiang will come under a lot of pressure.

If Chen Jitang, Li Bai and Long Yun join forces, Chiang will be in big trouble. He won't be able to keep Guizhou either. That means he'll lose half of the Southwest.

If the three sides join forces, they can field 300,000 to 400,000 troops. Chiang's main force is fighting the Red Army. Where can he suddenly get such a large army from?

Xiang Army commander He Jian has at most a few tens of thousands of troops. Less than 50,000. What can he use to stop Li Bai?

Little Zhuge is still very good at fighting. Ten He Jians are no match for Little Zhuge. If Xiangnan is lost, Jinling will be in danger.

Therefore, at this moment in time, no matter what Long Yun asks for, Chiang Kai-shek will have to agree.

Perhaps, in historical fact, Long Yun did indeed make some demands? Did Chiang Kai-shek feel unhappy about this? So, in 1945, as soon as the war against Japan was won, Chiang Kai-shek immediately took Long Yun to task?

Damn, this Japanese spy really has a good eye. There are also capable people in the Japanese army!

'You may go.'

'I will contact you every seven days.'

'Good.'

'By the way, the Raymond Group has a lot of funding.'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong's eyes sparkled.

Yosuke Yamaguchi then turned and left.

There was no oath or anything like that. There was no need for one. He had bought Zhang Yong with money.

For Zhang Yong, money was the most reliable promise.

Zhang Yong had nothing to lose. Letting go of a Japanese spy in exchange for a batch of arms was definitely worthwhile.

Regardless of who ended up with the arms, they would be used to kill the Japanese invaders. If they were given to the Yunnan Army, that would naturally be best. The Yunnan Army had a good track record.

Even if there were any mishaps and they ended up being confiscated by Chiang Kai-shek, they would still end up in the hands of the Huangpu Army. They would be useful in the Battle of Shanghai next year. At the beginning of the Battle of Shanghai, all the resources were invested in Chiang Kai-shek's elite troops. It cannot be said that Chiang Kai-shek did not do his best. At the beginning, he was determined to fight. But then the losses were too great, and the main force of his own troops was exhausted. He was worried that it would affect his position of dominance, so he began to hesitate and look around.

But none of that matters.

What matters is...

The Raymond Intelligence Team has a lot of funding...

A lot of dollars?

How much is a lot? Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands?

Take a deep breath.

Get rid of the distractions in your mind.

Go catch the last Japanese spy.

This Japanese spy should also be hiding nearby. He won't go too far.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen a rickshaw.

Sure enough, they soon found a Japanese spy with the kidnapper's sign. This is him.

A bit of a surprise. This Japanese spy is actually a policeman.

There are several policemen around him. They are all carrying rifles. It seems that they are on guard duty.

Zhang Yong turned to Huang Benkuan and asked, 'Do you know that guy?'

'No,' Huang Benkuan shook his head, 'should I go and ask?'

'No need. He's a Japanese spy,' Zhang Yong said bluntly. "Now, I'm going to arrest him.'

'The rifle in his hands is unloaded," Huang Benkuan said.

'Really?' Zhang Yong was doubtful.

Unloaded? That's good!

He was worried that the Japanese spy would suffer greatly if he had a weapon in his hands.

Unexpectedly, the rifles in the hands of these policemen were actually unloaded. It was indeed an accident. Outsiders have no idea at all.

'Really,'

'Why?'

'They were worried about being robbed.'

'Oh.'

Zhang Yong said he understood.

It turned out that at this time there was already the concept of separating bullets from rifles.

It was also too cautious.

However, for him at this moment, it was a good thing.

He led the team directly up to the top. He walked towards the seven policemen.

The seven policemen were all puzzled when they saw them. Then they hurriedly stood at attention. They rested their rifles on the ground and saluted.

Zhang Yong walked expressionlessly up to the Japanese spy, reached out and seized his rifle, then said, 'My name is Zhang Yong, I'm from the Special Branch of the Restoration Society...'

However, before he could finish speaking, the Japanese spy suddenly reached out and pushed him, then turned and ran.

The surrounding policemen were stunned.

They watched as Zhang Yong stumbled back after being pushed.

The Japanese spy cop, on the other hand, ran like a thief, and was about to turn the corner. Disappearing into the back alley.

'Pop!'

'Pop!'

At this moment, the gun went off.

The Japanese spy turned around and fled. Zhang Yong had expected this.

At this point, do you still want to run? Dream on!

The others immediately opened fire.

After a burst of gunfire, the Japanese soldier fell to the ground.

The red dot did not disappear, indicating that he was not dead. There was also a weapon symbol on his body.

Lu Keming and the others tried to charge forward.

'Wait!'

Zhang Yong hurriedly called out to stop them.

There's something fishy about this Japanese spy! He might be trying to trick us!

Everyone stopped in their tracks.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound.

A ball of fire erupted on the spot.

Zhang Yong: !!!

He hurriedly crouched down.

The others followed suit.

It turned out that the Japanese spy had pulled the pin on a grenade. He had blown himself up.

Zhang Yong: ...

Damn! This Japanese spy is really vicious!

He actually hid a grenade in his arms! Damn. Fortunately, he didn't pull the pin just now.

Otherwise...

I dare not imagine the consequences.

After the explosion, everyone couldn't help but freeze.

Especially the other six policemen, who were completely frozen.

Oh my god!

What the hell is going on?

Why did he pull the pin on the grenade and blow himself up?

'He was a Japanese spy!'

'You all sew up your mouths!'

'If you divulge anything, I'll arrest you all and throw you in the watery dungeon!'

Zhang Yong's face was grim.

Five of the seven Japanese invaders were dead. Two were alive.

However, it was unlikely that one of the living, the one from the bakery, would confess.

Therefore, in the end, only the mastermind, Yosuke Yamaguchi, would be useful.

However, Zhang Yong's plan to make money did not require a living witness. It didn't really matter.

Now it was all good. All loose ends had been tidied up.

I can report to Director Lin.

How?

Just say that it's been dealt with.

Sure enough, Director Lin was very satisfied and praised him.

He concluded:

"I saw the extra edition. Very good. You rest well. Tomorrow morning, put on your new uniform, tidy yourself up a bit, and come to the Presidential Palace.'

'Tomorrow? Is something the matter?'

'The Commander-in-Chief has an important military meeting tomorrow. You will attend.'

'Me?'

Zhang Yong was stunned.

Shit! Attend a military meeting?

What am I capable of?

Oh, my god!

This is like being forced to do something! Desperately trying to get myself into Gongde Lin!

Faint...

Can I not go?

Unfortunately, I dare not say a word. I'll definitely be scolded.

The chairman has asked you to attend the meeting. You say you have something to do and you don't want to go...

Is he that stubborn?

Umm...

It's over...

It's over...