12dz Chapter 61 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 35
Chapter 61 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 35
"Wen Jun, this is all thanks to you!"
The glasses clinked loudly as Nakamura praised his capable assistant.
At this moment, he was radiant, no longer the subservient figure he had been in front of the former Special Higher Police Chief.
Because that old man was transferred to Nanjing to sit on the sidelines!
Although the new government has nominally established its capital in Nanjing, due to the cowardice of the government and the important international status of Shanghai, the so-called capital is merely a name, and its status is similar to that of Nanjing during the Ming Dynasty.
The previous head of the new government was swiftly transferred to Nanjing by headquarters after the assassination attempt on Ito, ostensibly to establish a vital spy network deep within China, but in reality...
Nakamura, who benefited from the deal, smiled without saying a word, politely refraining from kicking someone when they were down.
Anyway, the current head of the Special Higher Police is his uncle, so why should he care about a loser?
Wen Zhao took a sip of the light-tasting sake and smiled, "It's just my duty, Mr. Nakamura, you flatter me."
He never expected that his flash of inspiration would have such a good effect.
With Nakamura's connection to the new Special Higher Police Chief, as long as he doesn't slip up in the future, his identity will be as secure as it gets.
Moreover, this newly appointed Special Higher Police Chief is also of great use to his business!
Wen Zhao took out a Citibank check from his pocket and slowly pushed it in front of Nakamura: "This is Mr. Nakamura's share for this month."
Then, he took out a small box from beside him and handed it to Nakamura: "This is for Section Chief Nakamura!"
Seeing that he was so sensible, Nakamura was even more satisfied.
Now that he felt much closer to Wen Zhao, he no longer concealed his greed and decisively tore open his check.
Seeing the amount of one hundred thousand US dollars, his eyebrows twitched: "This?"
Isn't that too much?
Last month it was less than a third of that!
Wen Zhao revealed a mysterious smile: "This is the benefit of defeating Jin Guang."
The old man controlled a third of Shanghai's smuggling network, which Chief Wen had happily managed for him during his time in prison.
These are just some minor management fees.
But the most important thing was not the money, but the continuous supply of medicines, gauze, and even weapons to the front lines.
Is it possible that Nakamura didn't know what was being sent out?
But Wen Zhao has already given him $100,000, what else can he say?
If we don't do this business ourselves, are we supposed to let those shrewd guys in Osaka do it?
Since someone has to make money anyway, why can't it be him?
Nakamura stared at the 100,000 yen check, a mixture of greed and conflict flashing in his eyes. After a long while, he finally made up his mind: "Then he should never come out again!"
The former head of the Special Higher Police was still trying to get Jin Guang out of trouble and make him a mole in Shanghai.
According to my uncle, he didn't want to have a falling out with him and wanted to give him some face.
But where in this world can you find a measly face that pays 100,000 a month?
Even for the sake of this money, Jin Guang cannot come out!
Wen Zhao smiled with satisfaction: "Great minds think alike."
He patted the box and chuckled, "I'm sure Section Chief Nakamura would agree with us."
Upon seeing this, Nakamura opened the box, and what came into view was a Song Dynasty white porcelain that was as warm and smooth as jade.
He gasped in shock; this thing was priceless and practically a national treasure.
Beside this national treasure, a check for 300,000 US dollars lies quietly.
Nakamura slammed the box shut to suppress his greed.
"Wen Jun has given me a good test!" Who wouldn't want something like this?
Wen Zhao chuckled: "What others have, Nakamura-kun will have too, it's just a matter of time, why are you in such a hurry?"
Nakamura nodded emphatically, his eyes turning into the shape of US dollars: "Golden Light must die!"
I'll die tonight, I'll die at his hands!
Seeing that the Japanese devil's greed had been aroused, Wen Zhao stopped mentioning the matter.
Jin Guang, that old bastard, had long been an accomplice to evil, and countless anti-Japanese patriots had died at his hands. Now, he had avenged those comrades.
Seeing Nakamura becoming increasingly greedy as he stroked the check, Wen Zhao's expression softened.
Sooner or later, this Japanese devil will die by his own hand!
After admiring the check for a while, Nakamura reluctantly put it in the envelope and got down to business.
"As soon as my uncle took office, he was given a thorny problem!"
When it came to serious matters, his face showed a hint of ruthlessness: "According to the analysis of the front-line battle reports, it seems that the Northwest has mastered some kind of new anti-inflammatory drug."
"This anti-inflammatory drug has a similar effect to sulfonamides, but it is much cheaper. In high-intensity battlefields, we have even seized the pills from dead soldiers several times."
Wen Zhao's heart skipped a beat: Penicillin!
After sending the information to the Northwest, he never inquired about it again. Now, he heard news about it again from a Japanese person.
Wen Zhao was overjoyed, but kept a straight face: "How is that possible?"
"Sulfonamides are more expensive than gold, how could those peasants in the Northwest possibly afford them?" A hint of contempt appeared on his face: "I could believe it if you said that those cowardly high-ranking officials in the Southwest were hoarding sulfonamides to save their lives, but those in the Northwest..."
How could such a group of guys possibly be?
Nakamura glanced at Wen Zhao, pleased with his attitude toward his fellow clansmen, but scolded him, "Wen Jun, you must not underestimate your enemy. The Northwest and the Southwest are not the same."
Those bloodsucking bastards in the Southwest are considered good generals if they can get 50% of their pay and rations. But what about those peasants in the Northwest?
They're fully paid!
Such a thing is very difficult to happen even within their empire, okay?
Even he takes 20% of his subordinates' military pay.
Therefore, Nakamura was very wary of those guys who, like cockroaches, would pop up in the occupied areas at any time.
Those guys were all reckless; many of them wouldn't give in even when electrocuted.
If placed in the southwest, haha, the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics' three-whip surrender was still a laughing stock within the empire.
Wen Zhao lowered his eyes and listened attentively to the enemy's praise, a cold smile playing on his lips.
“To show our respect for them, we must kill them all!” Nakamura said a couple of times before getting back to business.
"Before that, we need to find out where these guys got their drugs. They couldn't have made them themselves, could they?"
It wasn't that he looked down on those peasants in the Northwest, but even the Empire couldn't produce cheap anti-inflammatory drugs, so they absolutely couldn't produce them!
This is not discrimination, it's the truth!
“We suspect that the polar bears on the European battlefield are supporting them.” Nakamura looked at Wen Zhao and said in a low voice, “Those guys are very wary of the Empire. Our moles can’t even get in on them. We’ll have to ask you, Wen, to infiltrate the Gauls to gather information!”
Unlike the Chinese, who infiltrated with similar faces, those Russians and Japanese were completely different. Their spies were exposed as soon as they reached within 300 meters of the embassy.
Unable to find a solution, Nakamura Hisashi eventually turned his attention to the Europeans who had closer ties with the Russians.
Nakamura's side found San Dezi and Europa, who were troublemakers, while Wen Zhao's side was responsible for the outwardly strong but inwardly weak Gauls.