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"Give me one bag, no, two bags."

"Boss, it's me, me, Lao Zhao, the accountant of the Smoke House."

"Don't squeeze, I told you not to squeeze."

There are many people around in front of the rice shop, each stretching their arms trying to push the cloth bag in front of the boss, so as to buy enough rations for half a month as soon as possible, because the news just came out in the market that Lin's trading company will reduce the amount of food in the near future Supply, the profit of these people's livelihood materials has always been very low. Now that the Japanese army has raised the tax rate, the company cannot operate at a loss.

You must know that the people's livelihood materials from HK have always been the backbone of stabilizing market prices. Now that Lin's trading company has issued an announcement to suspend the import of grain and oil products, one can imagine what those profiteers who have no morals and just want to make money will do.

Hoarding! Speculation!

I believe that it will not be long before the price of food products will rise to the same level as Guangzhou, Zhongshan and other cities. For ordinary people, the only thing they can do is to exchange the remaining money in their hands for rations before the market reacts. , Make sure you lose less points so that you can get through the immediate difficulties.

Many people dare not speak out against the actions of the Japanese army, not to mention their hatred in their hearts. No matter whether they slap their heads or their butts, as long as those bastards move their mouths, ordinary people's lives will cause huge waves.

The population of Foshan has returned recently. What is the main reason? It’s not that the Japanese have become better, it’s that Lin’s trading company’s daily necessities imported from HK are much cheaper than surrounding cities, so many people living in Guangzhou moved to this city to save money.

Fortunately, the Japanese raised taxes arbitrarily, so that Lin's trading company had to suspend food imports. Soldiers have guns and can rob them, and traitors have power and can rob them. What about ordinary people who have no backing or background? It seems that the only way left is to wait for death.

Sure enough, the day after the announcement was released, the food products on the market were booming.

In fact, not only the price is rising, but the supply is also decreasing, because some nasty guys are hoarding goods, and the boss of Mixing Noodles does not dare to supply in large quantities like before when he can't see the future trend clearly.

At this moment, there was another gossip in the society that the Japanese army raised taxes on imported products, which was actually a retaliation against Lin Yue.

We all know that person was the vice president of the Jingwu Association, a martial arts master who won glory for Foshan. It happened that the highest officer of the Japanese army stationed in Foshan, Miura Osamu, was a judo master. The masters competed, and after winning the battle, they used words such as "Chinese Kung Fu is to show fists and embroidered legs", and rewarded the winners with the food plundered in this land to humiliate the Foshan people. Miura knew about Lin Yue's past from someone, so he sent someone to ask him to go to the headquarters to compete, but he was rejected, so he became furious and used his power to play such a trick, forcing Lin Yue to fight.

You say that these Japanese people are not bad, but the old saying goes that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. A foreign trader like Lin Yue is really angry. The big deal is that the business will stop. It will be a good time to return to Hong Kong, but what about the Foshan people? The life of Foshan people is hard.

Except for those thugs and profiteers, there is no one who does not scold him. His uncle's Japanese are not only smashing the business of Lin's trading company, but also kidnapping all Foshan people to threaten Lin Yue. You must know why the daily necessities here sell more than in Guangzhou. Cheap, because Mr. Lin, who has been a teacher and the president of the Jingwu Association, even if he abandons civil and martial arts to go into business, he is still a gentleman, and he will not make war fortunes against his conscience.

Sato's idea is very simple. There is a saying that if I don't kill Boren Boren but die because of me, if I don't go to Miura's appointment, many people in Foshan will starve to death. Aren't you a gentleman? Are you going or not? If you don't go, you'll just refuse to help, and you'll have a heart of stone.

Hooligans, what a bunch of hooligans!

...

A week after the supply of food products from HK was cut off, news suddenly spread from the location of Lin's trading company. Lin Yue sent someone to find Sato and promised to go to the Japanese army headquarters to meet Miura Dazuo.

Why did he suddenly change his mind? It is said that it was because a woman from Zengcheng heard that Foshan was cheap and public security was good, so she dragged her three children to flee here, but it happened that the imported food was cut off, and the woman took her three children to beg along the street. Shi Hung fainted on the street not far from Lin's trading company, and was rescued by Wu Yan. This incident spread to Lin Yue's ears, so Sato's plot succeeded—even if he was filled with righteous indignation, even if he was unwilling, for the people of Foshan , In order to prevent similar or worse things from happening again, he had to make a compromise and complied with Miura's wish.

the next afternoon.

In the past, Foshan citizens dared not stay in the street in front of the Japanese military headquarters. People pointed at the gate and talked about something loudly.

The guards at the gate stared coldly at the guys who were not afraid of death, pointed their guns at someone from time to time, squinted their eyes and shouted "Pa, pa..." If the target was so frightened that he jumped into the crowd or the alley next to him, it would trigger a panic attack. There was a lot of laughter and shouts like "china pig" and "coward".

Not long after, an army green jeep stopped in front of the door, and a person jumped out of the rear seat. Without even looking at them, he went straight into the gate and walked towards the opposite church.

The guard behind the bunker started cursing, to the effect that a Chinese man, who gave him the courage to pose in front of the headquarters, you know, when people in this city saw them, who didn't look scared or nodded and bowed to serve carefully? No matter how angry or hated, he only dared to vent where they couldn't hear or see.

Lin Yue was not interested in what the devil said, but was interested in the deployment of troops within the headquarters.

His outfit today is a little different from the past, with a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Click, click, click~

There was the sound of the iron gate vibrating in front, and the boxers surrounding the gate turned their heads to look at Lin Yue, who was following the two Japanese soldiers.

"Master Lin."

"Master Lin."

"You must fight for our breath."

"..."

Many people greeted him.

Lin Yue smiled and cupped his hands in return.

The second lieutenant guarding the gate looked at him over and over again. Today, there are twice as many Chinese people who came here as targets for them. At first, he couldn't understand why. Now he knows, it turns out Those guys are here to support the people who are walking on the opposite side.

Thirty years old, in a Chinese tunic suit, wearing glasses, and with a bookish look, this guy who doesn't look imposing at all is the strong Chinese that His Excellency the Great Zuo wants to compete with?

Don't be kidding, okay, among the Japanese samurai in training uniforms sitting on the court, any random one would give people a more oppressive feeling than him.

The Japanese military headquarters was rebuilt from a Catholic church. The hall for prayer was emptied, the sun flag covered the crucifix, and in the middle was a martial arts arena made of straw mats. Japanese people in training clothes.

Li Zhao was already standing at the corner of the Martial Arts Field, looking at Lin Yue who was walking through the iron gate, he was puzzled and ashamed.

Puzzled because Lin Yue has done so much to make Miura notice him? What good would it do him to come to the Japanese army headquarters to fight? In business talk business, isn't it to make money with harmony? How many businessmen in history dare to fight with guns?

He was ashamed because Lin Yue didn't have a word of reproach in the letter to him. You must know that he used to do odd jobs in the patrol room, and now the younger brother who loaded and unloaded goods at the dock spit and called him a traitor when he saw him.

Lin Yue noticed the gaze from the corner and turned his face to look over.

Li Zhao's eyes flickered, and he didn't dare to look up at him: "Master...Master."

The sound is like the buzzing of mosquitoes, basically spinning around in the throat.

Lin Yue nodded at him, stepped onto the martial arts arena, walked among the Japanese warriors in training uniforms, and looked up at Miura and Sato standing in the corridor on the second floor.

He is watching them.

They are also looking at him.

"Sato, is this the Chinese named Lin Yue? He used to be the vice president of the Jingwu Association?"

"Yes, Colonel Miura."

"Using a business trip as an excuse to delay for a week?"

"I heard that I went back to HK to visit relatives."

Miura, as the military commander in Foshan, naturally doesn't know the market situation, and Sato will not tell the "story" between him and Lin Yue, otherwise, it would appear that he is not capable of working.

"That Chinese man from last time, wasn't he lying to me?" No matter how he looked at it, Miura didn't think that the young businessman in front of him was the best in Foshan.

Sato said: "Your Excellency, why don't you ask someone to try his skills. If he really gained a false reputation and you beat him by hand, wouldn't that lower the status of the Imperial Army of Japan?"

Miura nodded and agreed to Sato's proposal, what is a general? The general is the town, the finale, he is the supreme commander of the Japanese army stationed in Foshan, of course he has to maintain his identity, it is impossible to challenge him with just a cat or a dog.

"Hello." Sato glanced at the translator who was standing stupidly: "Tell him to choose one of the people below."

Li Zhaomei smiled and nodded, and walked to Lin Yue's side: "Master, they asked you to choose one of these people."

Lin Yue glanced at Miura who was watching the theater in the corridor: "Does every person you defeat get a bag of rice?"

Li Zhao was stunned for a moment, thinking who are you? The boss of Lin's trading company, how can you be short of rice and oil, can you bear the face of the Japanese giving alms?

Seeing that he was silent, Lin Yue couldn't help but frowned: "What are you doing in a daze, translator."

"Master..."

"Ask you to translate."

Li Zhao had no choice but to translate his question into Japanese.

Sato was happy when he heard this, but he was worried that he would not be able to humiliate the businessman who dared to give him a cold face.

"Yes, for every one you win, you get a bag of rice."

Li Zhao looked at Lin Yue and nodded, but his eyes said that you are the pride of Foshan. Others can come here for a bag of food to be the training partner of the Japanese, but you can't.

Lin Yue ignored him, staring at the playful Sato and the expressionless San Francisco and said, "I want to hit ten."