All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 224, The Role of Banks
It is said that men are fire, women are water, and water and fire are incompatible.

Chen Hao doesn't think so, he thinks that men are fire and women are wood, and the attribute of wood will prosper fire.

Therefore, in order to compete for a woman, a man will show his own advantages like a peacock spreading his tail, knock down all competitors, and finally embrace the beauty.

So when a beautiful woman is acting like a baby to you, how many men can stop her?

Inheriting Cao thief's ambition, Chen Hao entered the urn willingly.

He agreed to Ling Zhiyu's request, and then went to the barracks to treat the wounded.

At the gate of the barracks, soldiers stopped Zhao Wu, Chen Hao's follower.

"You can go in, but this Chinese man cannot go in."

Although the soldier spoke Japanese, Zhao Wu understood when he heard that sensitive word and the soldier's gunpointing at him.

A wave of anger welled up in my heart, the little devil who looked down on people with dog eyes.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.I really wanted to go up and snatch the rifle with the bayonet attached, and stab the little devil to death with a backhand.

Reason told Zhao Wu that this kind of joy is joy, but it will harm the benefactor as well as himself.

Ling Zhiyu was negotiating with the soldiers: "This is the genius doctor Yamamoto I invited to treat our wounded. He is his entourage and assistant. There will be no problem."

The soldiers still insisted on their views: "Chinese people are not allowed to enter the important military camp."

Ling Zhiyu showed a distressed look, she finally begged him, but because of a trivial matter, she offended the doctor.

Can you only use the name of your fiancé to suppress people?
In Chen Hao's heart, he had already remembered the little devil who opened his mouth and kept his mouth shut, and getting into his little notebook meant that not only would he not be qualified to be a prisoner, but he would also be a priority target for elimination.

This little book is no less than the book of life and death of the King of Hades, the short-sighted little devil is about to live to the end.

Right now, Chen Hao needs to maintain Kazuki Yamamoto's personality: "Miss Ling Zhiyu, it seems that the army doesn't welcome me, that's why I'm making things difficult.

Since they don't welcome me, I can only say sorry, I'm sorry for not being with you. "

He is not less humble when it is time to be polite, but he does not lose his temper when he is underestimated.

It belongs to one's own pride, and does not have the same knowledge as the little people.

"you……"

Ling Zhiyu pointed at the soldier angrily, but that was all.

She didn't bother with a soldier, and hurried to chase Chen Hao, wanting to apologize for the soldier's rudeness.

Lieutenant Kitahara Sang, who was inspecting the sentry box, witnessed the scene just now, and he hurriedly chased it out: "Xiutuo, stay (wait a minute)."

Chen Hao, who was accepting Ling Zhiyu's apology, looked at the bearded but fierce lieutenant who came after him.

This person looked familiar, but he didn't seem to have seen it before.

"Is it Yamamoto-kun from Yamamoto Bank?" Lieutenant Kitahara Sang's face was full of enthusiasm, and there was hope in his eyes, as if he saw wealth.

If the person in front of him is really the banker.

"Do you know me?"

"So it's really Yamamoto-kun!"

Lieutenant Kitahara Sang said excitedly: "Your bank is strong, as long as you can get the right collateral, you can get a loan with a very low interest rate.

You and those blood-sucking bankers are people from two worlds.Hearing of your deeds, no one does not feel admiration. "

Ling Zhiyu covered his mouth in surprise and said, "It turns out that the bank belongs to you. Oh, I didn't know. You are so rich, and you are still treating diseases to save people. You are really a benevolent doctor."

Chen Hao said humble words that were overrated, but he was secretly happy in his heart.

Do you really think he opened the bank for charity?

Bankers are not philanthropists, but bloodsuckers lying on the output of people's labor, easily extracting the interests of the working people.

Compared with this time, it is difficult to get a loan from the bank, and the interest is easily one or two cents.

The bank opened by Chen Hao is simply doing charity. His interest is only 21%, which is lower than the mortgage interest rate in Vietnam in the [-]st century.

And the collateral requirements are not strict, gold jewelry, various antique gems.

Although they are all expensive and soft, they are easy to sell.But when money is really needed, the price will be severely haggled by shrewd merchants.

Where is the bank opened by Chen Hao, the mortgage is calculated according to the [-]% market discount of the goods and the loan is issued.

When the loan is repaid when it is due, the mortgaged property can be returned to the original owner.

What a convenience!
It directly solves the problem of insufficient cash flow in the hands of people who need money.

In an instant, there was a frenzy, and people rushed to get mortgages.

What's more, if they wanted to sell it, they directly used it as a mortgage, and they didn't plan to repay the loan, so they sold it.

Taking a stable [-]% is better than cutting in half or even ankles in other places.

It's not surprising that Lieutenant Kitahara Sang saw Chen Hao excited. This is a banker, a philanthropist, a benefactor!
He has a lot of business and wants to talk to Chen Hao.

"The people under me have neglected you, I will punish him now."

In order to make a good impression, Lieutenant Kitahara Sang slapped the soldier's face with his backhand without hesitation, and the red slap print soon swelled.

After the slap fell, Chen Hao pretended not to need it and forgave the other party's rudeness.

Ling Zhiyu only thought that he was broad-minded, and didn't care about the rudeness of others.

Only Zhao Wu, who had been with Chen Hao for a while, knew that the shopkeeper was very narrow-minded, and he didn't stop him when he could have stopped him just now, because he wanted to avenge him!
Zhao Wu was very grateful in his heart, and at the same time understood why he had to pretend to be Japanese.

If you don't pretend to be Japanese, you are not qualified to communicate on an equal footing, let alone use your strength to engage in conspiracy and tricks.

After entering the barracks, Ling Zhiyu and Lieutenant Kitahara Sang walked in front of Chen Hao, one on the left and one on the right, and the three of them talked happily.

Zhao Wu who followed behind couldn't understand what they said, but followed Chen Hao's previous instructions, carefully observed the layout of the barracks, and the positions of the sentry posts, and silently remembered them in his heart.

Accompanied by the two, Chen Hao came to the wounded barracks and checked the wounds of those soldiers.

The more he reads, the more experience he has.

It can be basically judged from the wounds, some of which were left by formal rifles, and some of which were Czech-style, and some were penetrating wounds of bayonets.

The most important thing is that some gunshot wounds are very complicated. The opponent's army uses Wanguo brand firearms, right?

Obviously, only the Eighth Route Army, which has no systematic logistical support and relies entirely on the seizure of weapons and equipment to fight, can produce such a variety of gunshot wounds.

Ling Zhiyu anxiously waited for Chen Hao to come to a conclusion.

That is related to whether the soldiers want to amputate their limbs, or whether they can control the disease and restore their bodies to restore their health.

"It's not a big problem. Give them some medicine, and the infection and festering can be controlled."

Chen Hao is a calm and indifferent genius doctor who is full of style.

But what he said was no less than a bolt from the blue.

Many soldiers died directly in the war, but a large proportion of wounded soldiers died due to wound infection.

Amputation is a means of controlling wound infection, and it does not necessarily guarantee that it will not be infected next time.

What can be guaranteed is that people are completely useless and can no longer go to the battlefield.

They can't even work normally and survive.

If anyone could control the ability of wounds to fester with infection, that person would be the equivalent of penicillin.

When that thing is in short supply, one can be exchanged for a small yellow croaker.

"Is it true? That's great. They're saved."

Ling Zhiyu was so happy that she jumped up. She was afraid that Lieutenant Kitahara-san would not know, so she also told some deeds of Kazuki Yamamoto's healing and saving lives to prove Chen Hao's words.

Lieutenant Kitahara Sang opened his mouth so wide that an egg could be stuffed: "It's true, but thank you very much. I thank you for your helping hand on behalf of the injured robe."

When a soldier joins the army and goes to the battlefield, who can guarantee that he will not be injured?
Who can guarantee that after being injured, he can receive timely treatment and recover?
Lieutenant Kitahara-san felt that it would be too cheap to thank him only in words.

He patted his chest and promised that anyone who dares to trouble Chen Hao in the three-acre land of Beiyi Station will have trouble with their army.

If you can't get along with their army, there is no need to say what will happen.

Severe torture and beatings in prisons are light, and what is more, they are directly arrested and shot. Who can control it?
Chen Hao continued to maintain a humble style, which strengthened Ling Zhiyu's affection for him.

Zhao Wu was arranged to pick up the medicine, and while he had time, Lieutenant Kitahara Sang wanted to talk to Chen Hao about a mortgage loan business.

After taking control of Beiyi Station, the Kwantung Army extorted some merchants and rich households.

One part is money, the other part is precious antique gold and silver jewelry and precious stones, as well as fur ginseng and so on.

Just spend the money directly, and you have to realize those things if you want to spend them.

But in the local area, who would dare to buy it?
Realizing it in other places will not only be troublesome, but also reduce the value, which is not as convenient as mortgaging it to Yamamoto Bank and exchanging it directly for Japanese yen banknotes.

Chen Hao followed to have a look. The one-meter-square solid wooden box contained seven or eight boxes.

The gold jewelry weighs forty to fifty kilograms, almost equal to the weight of two bags of noodles.

There are more than a hundred high-quality antiques, and a few of them are from the Yuanmingyuan and used by the royal family.

Three hundred-year-old ginseng, seven feet for ginseng and eight liang for treasure, are already considered treasures.

There are seven or eight pieces of bear and tiger skins, but they are the cheapest among them.

These things are quite valuable, Chen Hao doubts very much, can this be controlled by a little lieutenant?

I am afraid that he is just a white glove, and there are higher-level figures behind him.

Lieutenant Kitahara-san has been observing Chen Hao's expression to deduce whether the business can be done.Seeing him was only a little surprised, and then he returned to his original expression, gaining confidence in his heart.

"Yamamoto-kun, I also know that people don't say dark words, and it is clearly a mortgage, but in fact it is sold to you.

We are not greedy, [-]%, how about [-]% of the market price? "

Chen Hao was ecstatic in his heart, this was like giving him money!
He imitated the printed Japanese yen in the 21st century and easily turned it into a precious real asset, faster than stealing money.

Sure enough, it is still quick to print counterfeit banknotes, and the money grabbing is low.

There is no price to pay for printing counterfeit banknotes, not to mention [-]% off, even double the price.

But Chen Hao still pretended to be thinking, and hesitated for a while before agreeing: "Then it will be calculated as [-]% off, and I will treat you as a friend."

So happy to agree?

Lieutenant Kitahara-san was stunned. His psychological price was [-]%, and he thought he would bargain!
He cautiously made a request, and after getting permission, he showed ecstasy.

In this case, he can still earn an extra [-]% of the price difference.

According to the value of this property, it is enough to marry ten wives, and you can wake up with a smile in your dreams.

Chen Hao smiled and said nothing, no matter how much you earn, you still drink Lao Tzu's footwashing water.

This wave of counterfeit yen banknotes flowed into the market, destroying the credit of the yen. When the printing press he brought started, the yen would have to be devalued.

(End of this chapter)