In Jiangsu, a small town in the countryside of Changzhou, it was already late at night, and the backyard of the office was still brightly lit.
The mayor, police station chief and tax police captain were drinking with the big shots from Shanghai.
The so-called big shot was Liang Maocai.
He had a great drinking capacity and could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
He drank to his heart's content and everyone called him brother and sister, just like a mother-in-law.
Gradually, all the local officials lay down under the table and snored loudly.
Liang Maocai After pushing this and shaking that, they made sure they were all drunk before going out.
In the middle of the banquet, the captain of the tax police made an excuse to go out.
At this time, he was waiting outside the door and whispered: "Mr.
Liang, please come this way."
The grain that had just been collected from the countryside was piled up in the dock yard.
Bags of rice were piled up like mountains, which looked spectacular under the moonlight.
A unique fragrance of new grain filled the air, and Liang Maocai, who was born as a farmer, couldn't help but take a deep breath.
He took two big breaths.
Peace Corps soldiers carrying rifles patrolled near the cargo yard, and machine guns were mounted behind the bunkers at the entrance and exit.
Food was an important military material, and no one dared to be careless.
"They are all our brothers, don't worry."
The captain of the tax police said as he looked at the soldiers.
"Thank you."
Liang Maocai calmly stretched out his hand and took the opportunity of shaking hands to stuff a small yellow croaker into the other person's hand.
The Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal stretched into the distance like a shining ribbon in the night.
A robot ship dragged a dozen unpowered wooden boats and parked quietly at the dock.
The coolies summoned overnight began to work.
They all He's a local, it all depends on They work hard to make a living.
Today, the town government has urgent official duties.
The official promised that each person will be rewarded with a hundred yuan of reserve tickets.
Naturally, they tried their best and did not dare to neglect.
They spent most of the night and finally brought most of the grain to the goods yard.
All loaded on board.
Seeing that the food was almost done, the captain of the tax police brigade said with a smile: "Mr.
Liang, I'm sorry, but I have to leave some food, otherwise the performance will not be the same."
"Excuse me."
Liang Maocai took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, "It's almost time, let's order."
The captain of the tax police brigade directed the soldiers to pour kerosene on the sacks containing grain, and then struck a match, and the flames started to spread.
Suddenly, thick smoke rose into the sky in the goods yard, and the fire was raging.
The faces of the coolies were reflected red by the fire, and they said in shock.
Speechless.
"Whoever dares to say even a single word will kill your whole family," the captain said viciously.
The adjutant gave each of the coolies a piece of ocean instead of the promised 100-yuan reserve note.
He was kind and powerful, and no one dared to disobey.
They happily took the ocean and left.
A moment later, machine gunfire rang out, and Liang Maocai raised his eyebrows: "Everyone "Kill" "Kill him, and there will be no further trouble, otherwise all our heads will be found out and we will have to move."
The captain said disapprovingly, as if he was just killing a group of ants.
"Oh."
Liang Maocai nodded, but his heart was on fire, and he wished he could kill this guy with one shot.
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There was a fire in the goods yard, and gongs sounded in the town.
People came out with buckets to put out the fire.
But gunshots rang out.
The New Fourth Army launched an attack at this time.
The machine guns were fired very densely.
The streets were filled with the sound of running and grenades exploding.
It goes on and on, no one dares to risk their lives to put out the fire.
What came was the New Fourth Army.
They fired empty guns around the town for a while, and the Peace Army in the town also fired symbolic shots in the air for half an hour.
While the two sides were acting together, Liang Maocai escorted the grain ship northward.
When the nearby Japanese garrison arrived, the goods yard had been burned to the ground, and some houses in the town were also burned.
Black dust was floating in the sky, and the ground was full of brass bullet casings.
It is said that the Peace Army and the police were trying to Dozens of people were killed in the resistance against the New Fourth Army.
The corpses are still vivid in our minds.
The courage is commendable, but hundreds of thousands of kilograms of food were lost, and someone must bear the responsibility.
The grain was burned in the town hall's goods yard and had nothing to do with the tax police.
Logically speaking, the government and the police should be responsible.
As Li Shiqun was the chairman of Jiangsu Province and the minister of police, it was natural that he would be slapped on the butt.
After the outbreak of the Pacific War, the concession in Shanghai was occupied by the Japanese.
It seemed that the existence of Secret Service No. 76 was no longer necessary.
Even Wu Sibao, the most popular figure at the time, was killed.
Li Shiqun did not usually do much activities in Shanghai.
Instead, he is based in Suzhou.
The summer grain in Changzhou was burned by the New Fourth Army, causing great losses to the imperial army's holy war.
Not long after the incident, Li Shiqun received news from secret channels that the matter was done by his mortal enemy Luo Junqiang.
He was furious but could do nothing because there was no evidence to report to Li Shiqun.
The Japanese reported it, but they could not restrain Luo Junqiang with their own strength.
The phone rang, and it was the call from General Yingzuo Zhenzhao, the head of the Mei Agency, who was far away in Shanghai.
He implicitly criticized Li Shiqun, which made Li Shiqun even more anxious.
He lost the trust of the Japanese, his political life and his physical life.
I'm afraid it's almost over.
The Japanese army did not fully occupy Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Anhui.
Even Shanghai Pudong was active with various guerrilla groups, let alone other areas.
Liang Maocai escorted an entire fleet of rice into the national defense zone.
The next task was much simpler.
It is nothing more than raising transportation capacity to transport grain back to Jiangbei.
Liang Maocai returned to Shanghai alone and found Luo Junqiang again.
Minister Luo thought he was coming to thank him, so he received him with a smile, exchanged a few words and waited to receive the gift.
"Minister Luo, let's put the accounts together."
Liang Maocai said straight to the point.
Luo Junqiang was a little unhappy.
A cold light flashed behind his thick round glasses: "Oh, what's the trick?"
"Thirty thousand kilograms of opium was exchanged for three hundred thousand kilograms of grain.
I have suffered a big loss.
You have to give me change."
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Liang Maocai said.
"Little brother, you also know that food is military supplies."
"No matter how much it is used for military purposes, it is also food.
How much millet can one acre of land produce and how much opium can it produce?
According to the market conditions in the 25th year of the Republic of China, one or two large pieces of soil cost eight yuan, and one pound was one hundred and twenty-eight yuan.
Buying one A thousand pounds of millet makes you rich, but now you can exchange for ten pounds of grain."
"Haha, you can't count it like that."
"Then how to calculate it?
The price of food has increased.
If the price of tobacco and soil has not increased, it will only increase even more.
Minister Luo is a happy person, so just say something happy."
"Okay, I'll think about it."
"Then I'll wait for your reply."
Liang Maocai walked away, and Luo Junqiang became murderous.
Such a ignorant boy dared to blackmail himself.
He picked up the phone, shook it, and cleared his throat: "There is such a person, please help me solve it."
The next day, Luo Junqiang was at work when he suddenly received a call from Liang Maocai: "Minister Luo, the number of people you sent is a little overcrowded.
Next time, send someone more efficient."
"I don't understand what you are saying."
Luo Jun said with suppressed anger.
"Your killer has sunk in the Huangpu River."
Liang Maocai said.
Luo Junqiang covered the phone, waved his secretary over, and whispered: "Immediately check where this call came from."
Liang Maocai's disdainful voice came from the receiver: "Don't be busy, you can't find me, Minister Luo, you have to be kind.
Why, I feel confused and want to smoke.
Don't you have a box of Kelik on your left?
Tsk, tsk, lighter.
It’s still pure gold.”
Luo Junqiang was shocked.
He hurriedly picked up the phone and closed the curtains.
Sweat was pouring from his forehead.
He picked up the phone and said, "Brother, do you have anything to discuss?
The food problem is indeed difficult to solve.
This kind of thing can only be done once.
Now The Japanese have started to pay attention, otherwise I owe you."
"That won't work, you have to pay it back now."
Liang Maocai was firm.
Luo Junqiang almost cursed, but when he thought about the other party's background, he was not only from Chongqing, but also had inextricable connections with the imperial government.
The water here is deep and it is not easy to mess around.
He thought for a while and said: "I have a way to compensate."
Shanghai Longhua Detention Center, US Army Major Bill Chandes and his colleagues have been detained here for half a year.
When the Pearl Harbor incident broke out, the Japanese Navy also fired at the British and US warships anchored on the Huangpu River, and the Army stationed in the concession and occupied various countries.
The consulates arrested military personnel and diplomats, and the movements of ordinary expatriates were also greatly restricted.
They were forced to wear armbands indicating their nationality and were not allowed to enter entertainment venues.
The former superiors have become inferiors.
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The psychological gap can be imagined .
Major Chandes was a U.S. military logistics officer, so he suffered relatively little torture.
There was a major in charge of intelligence who was tortured to death.
The conditions in the detention center were very poor, with neither food nor clothing nor warmth.
In just six months, he was She has lost a lot of weight, but what is more painful is missing her family.
Emily and their children are outside.
It is said that the Japanese are going to build a concentration camp to imprison all the immigrants.
Chandes is even more worried.
On this day, the Chinese servant who was responsible for distributing food to them mysteriously handed a paper bag to Chandes and said in half-baked Pidgin English: "Eat it."
Chandes was puzzled, and the other party asked again: "Do you want to go out?"
Chandes' heart beat violently.
It turned out that someone was rescuing him.
He immediately swallowed the black pill in the paper bag.
Half an hour later, he started to have a fever.
The doctor came to check and told the chief of the detention center that this was a symptom of the plague.
To prevent infection, it is best to isolate.
As a result, Chandes was taken away and imprisoned in the infectious disease hospital.
That night, a group of people entered the ward, threw a sack on the bed, and pulled out the body of a skinny white man with a long chin on his chin.
The beard looks a lot like Chandes.
"Take off your clothes and put them on him."
Those people ordered, and Chandes quickly obeyed.
He put on the dead man's clothes, got into the sack, and was still being carried out.
He vaguely felt that he was getting into a car.
After roaring for a long time, he was transferred to the boat and floated with the waves for several hours.
After smelling enough engine oil, he was finally let out.
The sun was shining brightly outside and the sea was blue.
Colonel Bill Chandes stood awkwardly on the deck of the cargo ship and looked at the man in front of him.
The man looked at him and said carelessly: "Just one person like this can be worth hundreds of thousands of kilograms of grain."
This man was none other than Liang Maocai, and Major Chandes was the change Luo Junqiang gave him.
At this time, Liang Maocai still didn't know that the value of the thin foreign devil he had exchanged could not be measured in terms of food
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