Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 343 Shipping Cargo
February 10, the 26th year of the Republic of China, was the Lunar New Year’s Eve.

After this day, it means that the 26th year of the Republic of China according to the lunar calendar has officially arrived. In this turbulent era, for most people, only the one or two days of the New Year can be barely considered good days, although they know that this year will be very painful.

But looking at their families around them, they have the courage to continue living.

After returning to the capital, Wang Yi's house became lively again.

You Baiyun, who runs his business far away in the South China region, is the earliest family sorcerer who followed Wang Yihun and also a family sorcerer. This made the two old men of Qimen Dunjia who stayed in the capital smile from ear to ear. At least there is a successor, and the unique skill of Qimen Dunjia can continue to be passed down.

It was rare for Liu Wei to go home to pay his respects to his elderly father.

On the other side of the house, Gao Jin from the famous Gao family, Gao Jin's cousin, Mr. Qin Er, Mr. Chang Si, the teahouse owner Wang and his family, the two old men from Qimen Dunjia, and Wang Yi, as well as the former servants in the house who were now employed workers, all gathered together and had a happy New Year's Eve dinner.

Wish each other Happy New Year and distribute red envelopes.

For the servants in the house, they cherish their present life very much. When they worked for the leader of the I-Kuan Tao branch before, the men would either beat and scold them or go along with him.

Women who are a little bit pretty become playthings of these guys. If they show the slightest resistance, they will be sold directly into the flesh trade, and they are not sent to those brothels, but to the lowest kind of bacon shops.

Once you enter that place, you are no longer a human being.

Once you enter Yanliu Lane, you can still get a share by receiving patrons. But when you go to Xianrouzhuang, you have to buy it out all at once. It has nothing to do with how many patrons you receive or how much they give you. You have to hand it all over to the madam and the pimp, and then they will split the profit 50-50 with the I-Kuan Tao branch of the seller.

After I wiped out the leader of that branch and his followers, the first thing I did was to ask these servants to tell me how many sisters were sold to the bacon shop, and then I would go to their door directly to take back the people and the money they earned from selling their bodies.

Unfortunately, not many people could be saved, and all of them were sick. He had to invite Jishidiang to come and treat them for half a year before he slowly recovered their health and gave them back their human dignity.

If he hadn't been truly fair, and if it wasn't really fair, how could these people work so hard for him?

After the New Year's Eve dinner, he also gave everyone in the house a holiday. Those who had homes in the capital went home, and those whose homes were close to the capital could also go back to visit their families. As for those who lived far away and had no homes, they could just stay in the house. Before the Lantern Festival, unless there was something important, you should rest. I have hands and feet, so you don't need to serve me like a master.

After the Lantern Festival, You Baiyun brought his wife back to the South China region to do some work. He planned to use the Hong Kong channels provided by Wang Yi and Taber, the top Western partner, to extend the company's reach to Hong Kong Island.

And an acquaintance who was escorted all the way to northern Shaanxi by Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei a few years ago also returned.

"Brother Ma Feng, it looks like you are feeling better now. Have you seen your senior brother?"

"Brother is doing well. His ability to lead troops in battle is even better than his cultivation skills. He is now the head of a regiment."

"How's the situation over there? Are my two songs of any use?"

Ma Feng, who still had a beard, kept the secret and took out a letter from his arms.

"This is a handwritten letter from the gentleman to you. Please read it yourself."

Before he could finish his words, Wang Yi snatched it away, sat there, and opened it as if it were a treasure.

Reading the content of the letter, it sounded like an elder talking about family matters, telling him how the two songs Wang Yi asked Zhang Zhiwei to bring to him and how they were sung during the New Year resonated greatly with the Northeast Army soldiers who had been away from the outside of the Great Wall for several years. Over the years, thanks to Wang Yi's help, they have overcome difficulties several times. He really wanted to meet his student, and he was also asking about how he was doing. If there is anything I can do to help you at home, please let me know and I will do my best to help you.

Wang Yi carefully folded the letter, put it in his arms, silently wiped the tears from his eyes, adjusted his mood, and then stood up to face Ma Feng again.

"Brother Ma Feng, thank you."

"Compared to what you have done, what I have done is nothing. Besides, Mr. Rang has also sent you a message saying that he agrees with your plan to have Mr. Yang go overseas to carry out work and recruit scientific workers. Mr. Yang has no objection, and she has already gone to Shanghai to meet with Comrade Liu Wei before me. Now it depends on how you deploy it. Everything will be under your command."

"Mr. Yang, have you already gone to meet Lao Liu? That's great, but you don't have to follow my orders. When you get to the United States, you will still need to cooperate with the comrades there to carry out your work. It's up to you to decide."

"Do we have any comrades over there?"

"You and Mr. Yang went there, and that's him. His name is Lu Guangda. Oh, you may be more interested in his other identity, the famous Lu family."

"The children of the Lu family are indeed gay. Their family tradition relies on morality and a strong character. That's it."

Ma Feng gave a thumbs up and understood why Wang Yi said that he would be a good comrade.

"It's good for us to know it ourselves. I met him in the past and we met again in the United States. It happened that the Fengtian Incident happened at that time. Old Lu realized the incompetence of the National Government early on, and he also knew that only a new government could help him realize his ambitions. In recent years, the situation has been turbulent, and many students who want to serve the country have also gone to the United States to learn advanced Western knowledge, thinking that they would return to serve the country after they have achieved success.

In recent years, Lao Lu has been winning over these fellow students with the funding I provided. Of course, there are both good and bad ones. Let's not talk about the bad ones for now, let's talk about the good ones. The biggest problem facing these students now is that they can see that the government is incompetent and that their knowledge is useless in the government, but they know very little about us, do not believe in us, and doubt our doctrine.

The West has been too advanced in recent years. If this continues, they will waver and even kneel down. What you and Mr. Yang need to do is to cooperate with Lao Lu, let them understand us, and on this basis, select and absorb those patriotic scientists into our organization. Apart from that, don't do anything else, and don't worry about intelligence work. "

"It's that simple?"

"It's not easy at all, my brother Ma Feng. We are too backward, the West is too advanced, and they are too smart. Smart people tend to think a lot. They will think that even the National Government can't do it, so what can you, a bunch of peasants, do? Only when they see what we have done and how incompetent the National Government is, will they be shaken, stand on our side, and choose to return to China to build the country.

This is not a short-term task of one or two years, but a long-term task of seven, eight, or even ten years. I am far away from them, so I can only ask you, Mr. Lu and Mr. Yang, for help. Oh, by the way, you can focus on these people. They are definitely good comrades who can be won over and stand firmly on our side. "

Wang Yi handed a list that had been prepared long ago to Ma Feng. Looking at the names on it, Ma Feng subconsciously read them out.

"money···"

"Hey! Brother Ma Feng, walls have ears. You can't take this list away. You can only remember it in your mind."

Seeing Wang Yi being so serious, Ma Feng wrote down the names on the list in front of Wang Yi, and then set it on fire, burning it to ashes.

"Since you've remembered everything, Brother Ma Feng, there's no time to lose. Set off for Shanghai as soon as possible to meet Lao Liu. As for the boat tickets and other things, he will arrange them. I'll send a telegram to Lao Lu and ask him to pick you up. When he arrives, we'll directly bring him in and develop a comradeship with him."

"Okay, I understand. Do you really not need a hand from your family? Can they help you?"

"As for help, I do need it. I need a group of students who have received new-style education. It doesn't need to be too many, 20 to 30 will be enough. You can decide the ratio of men to women, but they must be trustworthy, firm, and have been tested by the organization. They must be able to obey my command when they arrive, but not now. I will be overwhelmed if they come now, and it will be difficult for me to arrange for them."

"What are you going to do?" "Kill people and destroy their hearts."
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Wang Yi handed the Wang family's Yin-Yang paper, which was used to communicate with Lu Guangda, to Ma Feng, and then went to the train station and saw him off at the station. When they arrived in Shanghai, Liu Wei would naturally be responsible for the arrangements.

As Ma Feng left, he boarded a ship to the United States to meet Lu Guangda, and part of his ideal blueprint was on track.

Then he went to the telegraph office and sent an ocean-going telegram to Lao Lu, asking him to make preparations in advance.

After seeing the telegram being sent with his own eyes, Wang Yi finally felt relieved. He looked at the people coming and going and also looked towards the outside of the city.

"Damn it, you've become another stepping stone for others to advance. Old Lu, oh Old Lu, it's up to you over there. As for me, I want to see what you Japanese are going to do next to get past me!"

With his hands behind his back, Wang Yi disappeared into the crowd while speaking.

The twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China passed quietly.

Despite the seemingly stable situation, there is a sense of impending storm.

Especially in April, as the Ta Kung Pao began to publish the book "On National Defense", which almost pointed out that the current enemy was the Japanese who were eyeing them covetously from outside the Great Wall, all circles were shocked and began to make arrangements for their retreat.

As a latecomer, Wang Yi, who is based in the capital, understands that he is standing at a historical node, and this historical node is constantly approaching him.

The people of the capital were in a state of panic during this period, because from time to time there were reports of small-scale conflicts between the Nationalist army and the Japanese troops stationed in Fengtai outside the city. However, for now, they were limited to fistfights and clashes with cold weapons, and no shooting had taken place.

But the signs have already appeared. Many high-ranking officials living in the capital have also begun to pack up their belongings and prepare to flee.

Their escape actually brought a lot of business to Wang Yi.

When the Qing Dynasty fell, these dignitaries took away a lot of precious calligraphy and paintings from the imperial city. They also understood the principle that gold is valuable in troubled times and antiques are valuable in prosperous times.

They also understood that no matter how fierce the war was, there would always be places that could not be burned, and there would always be a time for a ceasefire and peace. When that time came, the things they salvaged from the imperial city would help them to quickly make a comeback and accumulate wealth.

In order to safely deliver all these things to his second destination, Wang Yi's company is the best transporter.

"These are all good things our ancestors left us. I never thought they would all become the private property of one family."

In the warehouse, Wang Yi looked at the dazzling array of antiques, calligraphy and paintings in front of him. Many of them were things he had only seen in books, news, or museums in his previous life, and there were even some that he had never seen before.

For example, the Yongle Encyclopedia is an encyclopedia that is regarded as a collection of all the ancient Chinese classics.

Of course, it was not the complete set, only part of it. But seeing these things being shipped out of his hands and finally lost in the war, either burned or flowed overseas, Wang Yi felt heartbroken.

"If Boss Wang is interested, I will tell them and ask them to pay for you to prepare a few copies. After all, if you ask someone to do something for you, you have to give them some benefits, right?"

The person who was with Wang Yi was Mr. Lan, and it was Mr. Lan who discussed this business with Wang Yi as the representative of those powerful people.

"So will they give me the Yongle Encyclopedia or not? To them, it's just a book, but to a cultivator like me, it may be the key to my further advancement. Mr. Lan, can you let them give it up?"

"If that's the case, we can discuss it. After all, my old friends don't need these books. For them, these porcelain, antiques, calligraphy and paintings may be more valuable."

"Then I'd like to thank you, Mr. Lan. Oh? And there's a golden Buddha on a jade throne? Mr. Lan, please leave this for me too. I like it too..."

Then, Wang Yi, using his own preferences as an excuse, ordered several old items that he had never seen in the news or the National Museum in his previous life, which made Mr. Lan standing next to him exclaim in amazement.

Didn’t you say that you are a grassroots person who has never seen the world and practiced cultivation on your own? How come all the things you ordered are good? Even I am tempted by some of them!

"Mr. Lan, that's all. I looked at the list. Well, for them, it shouldn't be a serious injury. Please give me a hand, Mr. Lan."

"Understood. I'll go talk to them right away. As for you, Boss Wang..."

"Why, Mr. Lan, are you still afraid that I will steal from you? With so many things, even if I have all the skills, can I move them away without anyone noticing? I am here, so you can rest assured, Mr. Lan."

"That's right. Boss Wang, please do as you please. I'll be back soon."

After sending Mr. Lan away, Wang Yi looked at the antiques and paintings that were all well preserved, and also looked at Gao Jin who was following him.

"Lao Gao, is there any solution?"

"What method?"

"Mark these objects left by our ancestors. It would be best if the mark lasts for decades. I remember that the one you worship is the second master Huang of the Huang family, right? Isn't he a weasel? Aren't weasels very... um, good at marking?"

Gao Jin's eyes widened, as if he was meeting Wang Yi for the first time.

"What are you looking at me for? Do you really want me to transport all these things away, and have them end up in the hands of the people, overseas, or destroyed in war? These are the crystallizations of the wisdom of the working people. I just asked them to keep them for me temporarily. I have to take them back!!!"

Wang Yi put a big hat on him, which made Gao Jin hesitate to speak. It was the first time that he used his method of offering sacrifices to the immortals in this regard.

But after a long while, he said with a red face, "Yes! But I warn you, if you dare to let a third person know about this, when I return to the border, I will let the second uncle give you a good beating!"

"Okay, okay, no one else will know. It's just a matter of marking and sweating. Why are you making it so difficult to talk about? Hey hey hey! We were talking fine, Lao Gao, why are you taking off your pants!!!"

Before Wang could finish his words, a thick yellow smoke with a pungent smell was released from Gao Jin's body. It instantly filled the entire warehouse, and the fog was so thick that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.

Wang Yi, who was the first to be hit, felt dizzy and saw stars.

This thick yellow smoke came and went quickly. Under Gao Jin's spell, it also permeated into the boxes filled with antique calligraphy and paintings, as if it had never appeared.

Only Gao Jin, who had pulled up his pants, and Wang Yi, who was groping around like a blind man, were standing there.

(End of this chapter)