Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 302: True story? Conspiracy?
At the end of July in the 23rd year of the Republic of China, Beijing, Sitong National Logistics Company.

The Soitong Company, which originally only did freight business in the Beijing-Tianjin area, has completely changed its appearance after Wang Yi and Liu Wei relied on their network to travel north and south for the whole year last year.

It has grown from a rising star in the Beijing-Tianjin area to a behemoth extending across the country.

Many bosses from all over the world would make a special trip to Beijing, either to pay a considerable sum of money to entrust the company to deliver the goods, or to join in and become one of its domestic distribution route agents.

The reason is very simple, they have a strong backer.

The company has on the table a national pass certified by the top government officials, written by a bald man. Secretly, the young marshal also filled the company with a private army under his command, who are specifically responsible for freight security.

Even the National Government condones the young marshal's approach. It can be said that the current company is the only one in the country that can mobilize the army to escort goods.

The company can deliver goods that others can deliver, and it can also deliver goods that others cannot deliver.

For example, the government's tacitly-written opium business, some contraband items, and even human beings.

This is the price Wang Yi and Liu Wei paid for weaving this network of relationships. They used the government's high-ranking officials to protect them so that they could do things smoothly. They had to make them feel that they were the same kind of people.

If you only do clean business, who the hell would trust you?

It's easy to talk to the top officials of the Nationalist government. After all, they have many ways to make money, and they don't mind you distributing opium for them.

But just like what Wang Yi promised before, as long as you, the living devils in the government's high-ranking officials, give your approval, we will solve the obstacles in our business ourselves, and we will reward you with the money we earn.

These little devils who block the road are the warlords of all sizes entrenched in the poppy-growing areas represented by Shaanxi, Gansu, Yunnan and Sichuan.

These warlord leaders were nominally under the National Government, but most of the time the government could not mobilize them, and they were like local emperors in their own territories.

In order to maintain one's dominance in one's territory, the two most important things are soldiers and money.

They have soldiers, but no one would complain about having too much money.

The company that is designated as the only agent in China by the new American consortium Continental Group is the middleman that allows them to make more money and faster from the opium business on hand.

They can export the opium in their territory from domestic sales to overseas sales.

What's more, the payment is also very convenient. The settlement is made in US dollars, and the price is 10% higher than the market price. You give us the goods, take the money, and don't worry about the rest.

A freight company with the government, the young marshal's Fengtian Army and foreigners as its backers, guns in hand, and the boss is a high-handed martial arts master.

As long as these warlords, big and small, have brains, they all know how to do this business. Even if they don’t understand, there will be someone to help them understand.

As for profits and such, let me tell you some darkly humorous, hellishly funny statistics.

During the period of the Republic of China, from 29 to 33 alone, the national poppy cultivation area reached 8000 million mu, accounting for 6.1% of the country's total cultivated land area.

About 6000 million kilograms of opium are produced each year, accounting for about five-sixths of the world's total production, making China the world's number one producer!
When Wang Yi got this data from the anti-smoking committee set up by the Kuomintang government through the network of relationships he had woven in the government, which was ostensibly a ban on smoking but was actually a committee for dividing the spoils, he was completely dumbfounded.

You insects have to be charged by the word just for blowing some wind, and your work efficiency is proportional to the amount of money paid. Yet you are so straightforward in this regard that you have even done the data report and statistics?

"Boss Wang, if we don't do this data carefully, how can we make up excuses for it, feed ourselves, and fool the higher-ups? But in the future, you may need to work harder on this aspect. Let's make a fortune together."

Listening to the official's blunt words and the series of items listed behind this detailed data sheet.

There were donations for suppressing communism, donations for highways, transportation protection fees, etc. There were so many things on display that it made Wang's scalp tingle.

Moreover, they can still make money by doing this, because the government will kill the fans and make it impossible for the self-employed opium traders to continue.

I have to say that as for the official operation of killing fan fiction in the Republic of China, Scorpion Baba is the only one who does this in the modern timeline.

After he took over the opium transportation business, he became one of the family members to these high-ranking officials of the national government.

But it's also good this way, because we can get first-hand data to avoid making mistakes or omissions during the liquidation. Moreover, everyone has the evidence on each other, so many things can be done more easily by ourselves, and the company has this foundation.

After that, it became much more legitimate to be able to go anywhere in my new home.

On this day, after dealing with all the managers and franchisees in the company, Wang Yi returned to the office and asked Liu Wei, who had made a special trip to the outside of the Great Wall, about the authenticity of the dragon-falling incident that had been spreading from the circle of strange people outside the Great Wall.

"Old Liu, how is your investigation going?"

Wang Yi poured tea for Liu Wei, who had rushed back from a long journey, and was also thinking about the truth of this matter.

He did know about the Yingkou dragon-falling incident because he remembered that when he was a student he always liked to go to bookstores to buy extracurricular reading materials for free, one of which was a category of books about the unsolved mysteries of the world.

Things like the devil's Bermuda Triangle, the curse of the Egyptian pharaoh's tomb, and the crystal skull of the Mayan civilization really left a deep impression on me at the time.

Later, when I grew up a little and read more books, I realized that I was completely fooled by those marketing books that were full of false information.

The Yingkou Falling Dragon is one of them.

Because this incident happened at a very delicate time and place, it occurred in the semi-colonial and semi-feudal era of the Republic of China, and in the heart of the three provinces outside the Great Wall that had been occupied by the Japanese invaders.

Moreover, an incident also occurred outside the Great Wall in the first half of the 23rd year of the Republic of China. The puppet Manchukuo regime outside the Great Wall supported by the Japanese invaders was renamed the Manchurian Empire.

The deposed Qing emperor also changed from head of state to emperor again, and changed the reign title to Kant.

No matter whether this emperor is a puppet or not, as a supported regime and the emperor, the new emperor must create some auspicious signs when he ascends the throne.

This is the only way to tell the people under their rule that they are orthodox.

So when Wang Yi first received the news about the fallen dragon from outside the Great Wall, he just laughed it off.

They are your people on and off the court, so naturally what you say is what it goes. Plus, he had looked up information online and it said that the specimen of the flying dragon that fell from the sky and eventually died was on display in a museum in Japan. He didn't believe the news even more.

But Wang Yi still underestimated the impact of this news on the extraordinary circle.

He could just laugh it off because he never believed from the beginning that the dragon-falling incident was real. It was nothing more than an auspicious sign created by the Japanese invaders to prove the legitimacy of the Manchurian Empire they supported.

He looked at the dragon falling incident with the mindset of modern mystery uncovering in later generations, but in this era with limited information channels, no matter how skeptical the circle of extraordinary people was, they would rather believe it than not and would verify it.

Because this was the news that fellow practitioners outside the Great Wall who had already fallen brought to the interior of the Great Wall at the cost of their lives. Who among those who practice cultivation would joke with his own life?

Moreover, for the Chinese supernatural circle, the word dragon and this creature are not only a symbol of imperial power, but also closely related to their dream of ascending to the sacred world.

In this land, there are many stories of masters slaying dragons and demons in the myths and stories compiled based on the aliens. The Taoist master Sa, one of the four great Taoist masters, ascended to heaven by slaying a dragon. So when Wang Yi laughed off the incident, the aliens in the capital visited him many times, implying that they wanted Wang Yi to take the lead and go outside the Great Wall to find out what was going on.

Baiyun Temple, Jishiditang, Duanmu Family, Yanwutang.

Not only that, the Tang Clan far away in Shuchuan and the Zhuge Family living in the old place of Langya also wrote to inquire.

One after another, well-known representatives from the circle came to ask questions, which made Wang Yi lack confidence.

What if it was true? After all, there were extraordinary people in this time and space, and there were real records of ascension. There were indeed immortals practicing outside the Great Wall, and even an extraterrestrial civilization background board that was observing the development of their planet as a third party.

With so many prerequisites in place, Wang Yi discussed it with Liu Wei as soon as possible.

He stayed in charge of the company and asked Liu Wei to go outside the country in person to check the authenticity of the news.

This went on for almost a month, especially when Wang Yi poured tea for Liu Wei and asked him questions, he saw Liu Wei's frowning expression just like his own, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Damn, are you serious?"

"The Japanese have heavily guarded that area, and there are many masters and immortals who have surrendered to them, so I can't sneak in."

"Have you met Gao Jin from the Gao family?"

"Ah."

"What does the one on him say?"

"Nothing was said. Ever since the news of the falling dragon spread, all the disciples of the Ritual of Horses outside the pass have lost contact with their immortals. Some Ritual of Horses went to the ancestral vein of Changbai Mountain but found that it had turned into a Feng Shui Qi Bureau that outsiders were not allowed to enter. These outsiders included them, the Ritual of Horses disciples."

Liu Wei spoke piece of news one after another, making Wang Yi and Liu Wei's faces become more and more ugly.

The Japanese invaders guarded the place heavily with capable people in charge, and the immortals outside the pass disappeared without a trace.

All signs indicate that the dragon-falling incident that he had laughed off was most likely a real event that happened in this time and space.

But it happened in the heart of the three provinces outside the Great Wall that had been occupied by the Japanese invaders, and in a puppet regime consisting of the remnants of the Qing Dynasty and an abdicated emperor.

"Damn it, God is really not going to let this land of ours down, right? Why did he drop a dragon at this very moment, instead of earlier or later?"

Wang Yi looked unhappy. This was not a good thing.

He thought a lot. It had only been twenty-two years since the fall of the Qing Dynasty. During that time, President Yuan Shikai wanted to restore the monarchy, but failed. This was the end of the imperial system.

As a result, the Manchurian Empire of the Three Provinces outside the Great Wall is not recognized by the Republic of China, and no one recognizes it either. At this time, you suddenly come up with such an incident of falling dragons.

No matter whether this dragon finally ascended to heaven or died, wherever it landed, as long as it was exposed, it would send a signal to all sectors of the Republic of China.

The orthodoxy is still on the side of our Qing Dynasty. The Kuomintang government is acting against the will of heaven. They are a fake regime. You, the citizens, must figure out who you are kneeling to and who you are paying taxes to.

"Old Wang, don't be so pessimistic. What if this is just a trap set by the Japanese? To be honest, everyone wants to ascend to heaven, but the last recorded ascension of Sanfeng Zhenren was almost 600 years ago, and there has been no record of ascension since then. If a dragon drops at this time, who knows whether it is true or not."

This was the first time Liu Wei saw this look on Wang Yi's face, and he quickly spoke to comfort him, even though he knew that his words of comfort were not convincing.

"Even if this is fake, so what? The immortals outside the Great Wall have all disappeared without a trace, and they have invited so many capable people to take charge, and there are heavy troops guarding the place. The Japanese spent so much manpower and material resources, and paid such a high price, if it was just to create a good omen, do you think it is possible? If not, then who do you think the Japanese prepared for with such a big show?"

Wang Yi’s question made Liu Wei stunned for a moment. Looking at Wang Yi’s expression when he looked at him, he took a breath after he came to his senses.

"us?!"

"What else? There will be a war between China and Japan. Would the Japanese not be concerned about our talents? Especially since I have led people to cause trouble outside the Great Wall before. Once the war starts, conquering cities and seizing territories is one thing, but we are also people that the Japanese want to deal with and win over. So what should we do to gather our talents together?"

"Fuck these Japanese! They really dare to think like that!"

Liu Wei couldn't help but swear when he reacted, and the teacup in his hand was crushed by him.

"I'm angry, but the problem still needs to be solved. I never ask about the company's intelligence. You should have received some news during your investigation outside the customs. How many people in the circle have set off from all over the country now?"

"Quite a few. The Taoist sects Dragon and Tiger, Maoshan, Wudang, Quanzhen, Shuchuan Huode Sect, Emei Liuyun Sword, the Four Sects... the aristocratic families in the circle are all making moves. Even my father, the informant, is preparing to join in the fun. The Japanese are preparing to catch us all in one fell swoop. Can they stop us?"

"How can we stop it? This is just our guess. The Japanese have made such a big move, and everyone will believe us when we say it might be a trap? This is a dragon, not some random person. Besides, time is on their side, not ours."

"The Japanese are clearly forcing us to fall into this trap, right? The conspiracy is easy to break, but the overt plot is unsolvable. It seems that there are capable people on the Japanese side who came up with such a vicious plan, but we have to do something, right?"

Thinking that no matter whether this matter was true or not, they would have to go outside the Great Wall and step into the trap set by the Japanese, Liu Wei felt sick and shuddered, but he had to find a way to prevent losses for the people in his circle.

"It's not that there is no way. Whether it's true or not, we have to go there. But the most urgent thing now is not us, but the government. They will definitely take action. But for me, whether it's true or not, we can't let go of the business at hand. In addition to the local emperor in the northwest, San Ma, you also have to smooth the relationship. It will be of great use.

Moreover, we have to open up the two lines of Sichuan and Hong Kong Island, and we also have to have our own base. The company's management will be left to you, and I will go outside the customs in person.

I will also write a letter later and send our guesses to all the sects in the circle as quickly as possible. You can go, but don't bring your disciples with you. Send some steady ones instead. At least if something unexpected happens, it can be considered as keeping some roots. I think those who have ideas in the circle can probably think of some of what we can think of, so they should listen to us, do our best and leave the rest to fate."

Liu Wei nodded, approving of Wang Yi's approach, but as if he had thought of something, he spoke.

"What about Zhang Zhiwei? You know the situation there isn't very optimistic right now, and I can't arrange for my people to go in. It's hard to inform Zhang Zhiwei of the news. I'd feel more relieved if both of you could go this time."

When Wang Yi heard Liu Wei asking about Zhang Zhiwei, he remained silent.

He had made his position clear, and although Liu Wei still didn't understand why Wang Yi made his position so clear, the fact that Zhang Yi and Wang Yi had chosen the other side that was against the National Government at the same time had set an example for him.

In addition, Liu Wei had already been disheartened by the actions of the National Government, so Wang Yi told Liu Wei the whereabouts of Zhang Zhiwei.

However, since the second half of the 22nd year of the Republic of China, the fifth encirclement and suppression campaign launched by the Kuomintang government lasted until the first half of this year. With the cooperation of my husband's teammates, it was considered a success, and failure was inevitable.

At this time, Wang Yi was really worried when he called Zhang Zhiwei over from his teacher's side.

After thinking for a while, he replied, "Don't worry about him. He is much more important than me. As for this matter, I still say the same thing, do your best and leave the rest to fate."

"I see. I'll go now. Don't take a rest. You write and I'll do the work."

"it is good."

After Liu Wei left with the letter Wang Yi had written, Wang Yi sat there, looking at the begonia leaf painting hanging on the wall, in silence.

(End of this chapter)