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Chapter 529: I Want To Hit Ten

“Bring me one bag, no, two bags.”

“Boss, it’s me, me, Lao Zhao from the tobacco shop accountant.”

“Don’t squeeze, I told you not to squeeze.”

There were many people in front of Mihang, each of them with their arms stretched out trying to put the cloth bag in front of the boss, so as to buy enough rations for half a month as soon as possible, because news just came out on the market that Lin’s Trading Company will reduce the amount of food in the near future. Supply, because the profit of these civilian assets has been very low, and now the Japanese army has increased the tax rate, the company can never lose money.

It is necessary to know that the people’s biological assets from HK have always been the backbone of stable market prices. Now that the Lin’s Trading Company has issued an announcement to suspend the import of grain and oil products, it is conceivable that those profiteers who have no morality and just want to make money will do something.

Hoarding! Speculation!

I believe that the price of food products will increase across the board in a short time. For ordinary people, the only thing they can do is take advantage of the fact that the market has not reacted, and replace the remaining money in their hands with rations to ensure that they lose less so that they can get through. Difficulty.

Many people dared not say anything about the actions of the Japanese army, not to mention too much hatred in their hearts. Whether it is slaps on the head or slaps, as long as those bastards move their mouths, the life of ordinary people will cause huge waves.

What is the main reason for the recent return of population in Foshan? It’s not that the Japanese are getting better, but the prices of daily necessities imported from HK by Lin’s Trading Company are far lower than those in neighboring cities, so many people in Guangzhou Life moved to this city to save money.

Fortunately, the Japanese increase taxes arbitrarily, and the Lin Trading Company has to suspend food imports. Soldiers have guns and can snatch them. Traitors are powerful and can seize them. What about ordinary people who have no backing and no background? It seems that there is only one way left to wait for death.

Sure enough, on the second day of the announcement, food products on the market rose.

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

At this moment, there was a gossip from the society that the Japanese army increased taxes on imported products, in fact, in retaliation against Lin Yue.

Everyone knows that that person was once the vice president of the Jingwu Association, a master of Martial Forest who won glory for Foshan. It happened that Miura Osa, the highest commander of the Japanese army stationed in Foshan, was a judo master. His greatest interest was to bring a group of Japanese soldiers to open the martial arts hall with him. After winning the battle, the masters used words like “China Kung Fu is a fist and embroidered leg” and rewarded the winner with the food plundered in this land to humiliate the people of Foshan. Miura didn’t know from whom he learned about Lin Yue’s past, so he sent someone to call him to the headquarters to discuss it, but he refused, so he became angry and used his power to play such a hand, forcing Lin Yue to challenge.

You say that these Japanese people are not bad. The old saying goes that lean camels are bigger than horses. Foreign trade merchants like Lin Yue are really irritated. The big deal is that they will not do business and return to HK for a quiet time. But what about Foshan people? Foshan people’s life is suffering.

Except for those villains and profiteers, no one does not curse. His uncle’s Japanese are not only smashing the Lin’s trading company’s business, but also kidnapping all Foshan people to threaten Lin Yue. You must know why the daily necessities here are better than Guangzhou. Cheap, because Mr. Lin, who has been a teacher and president of the Jingwu Association, is an upright gentleman even if he abandons civil and martial arts and enters business.Sato’s idea is very simple. There is a saying that I don’t kill Boren Boren but I die because of me. If I don’t go to Miura Dazuo’s appointment, Foshan people will starve to death a lot. Aren’t you a gentleman? Then you go or not? If you don’t go, you will die and you will be hard-hearted.

Hooligans, what a bunch of hooligans!

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A week after the supply of food products from HK was cut off, a news broke out at the location of Lin’s trading company. Lin Yue sent someone to find Sato and promised to visit the Japanese army headquarters to visit Miura.

Why did he suddenly change his mind? It is said that because a woman from Zengcheng heard that Foshan had low prices and good public security, she dragged her three children to flee here. As a result, she just caught up with the scene where the imported food was cut off. The woman took her three children and begs along the street. At that time, he was hungry and fainted on the street not far from the Lin’s trading company. He was rescued by Wu Yan. This incident reached Lin Yue’s ears. So Sato’s conspiracy succeeded – even if he was filled with righteous indignation, even if he was unwilling. For the people of Foshan, in order not to have similar or worse things happen again, he had to beg to perfection, and he complied with Miura’s wish.

The next afternoon.

Many people appeared in the street in front of the Japanese military command department where Foshan citizens were afraid to stay in the past. People pointed at the gate and talked loudly about something.

The guard at the door coldly stared at the guys who were not afraid of death. From time to time they held up their guns and aimed at someone, squinted and shouted “pop, pop…” If the target is so scared that it plunges into the crowd or the alley next to it, it will cause a scene. Jokes and shouts such as “China Pig” and “Coward”.

Before long, an army green jeep stopped in front of the door, and a person jumped from the back seat, without even looking at them, he went straight into the gate and walked to the opposite church.

The guard behind the bunker began to curse the street, to the effect that it was a Chinese man. Who gave him the guts to pose this posture in front of the headquarters. You must know that when people in this city see them, who is not afraid or nodding and bowing to be cautious? No matter how angry and hate they are, they only dare to vent where they can’t hear or see.

Lin Yue was not interested in what the devil said, and was interested in the internal force of 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 shaking in front, and the boxer around the door turned back and looked at Lin Yue, who was following the two Japanese soldiers.

“Master Lin.”

“Master Lin.”

“We have to fight for our breath.”

“…”

Many people greeted him.

Lin Yue smiled and returned the cupped hands.

The second lieutenant of the gatekeeper looked at him from head to toe and from toe to head. The number of people who came here as targets for them was twice as many as usual. At the beginning, he couldn’t understand why, but now he knows it. Those guys are here to set the scene for the people who came across.

Around thirty years old, in a tunic suit, wearing glasses, and a bookish look, this guy who doesn’t seem to have any momentum is the strong Chinese who wants to fight against you?

Don’t be kidding, OK, those Japanese samurai in practice clothes sitting on the court, picking out a casually feels more oppressive than him.

The Japanese Army Headquarters was rebuilt from a Catholic church. The prayer hall was emptied. The crucifix was covered by the sun flag. In the middle is a martial arts field made of straw mats. A Japanese in practice clothes.

Li Zhao was already standing in the corner of the martial arts field. Looking at Lin Yue who was walking by the iron gate, he was puzzled and ashamed.

Was puzzled because Lin Yue had done so much to make Miura notice him? What good is it for him to come to the Japanese army headquarters for a battle? In business, isn’t it about making money with harmony? In history, how many businessmen dared to use guns?

It’s hard to be ashamed because Lin Yue’s letter to him didn’t contain a word of reproach. You should know that he used to work in the patrol room, but now the younger brother loading and unloading at the dock saw him spitting and cursing traitors.

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

Li Zhao’s eyes flickered, and he dared not look up at him: “Master…Master.”

The sound is the same as the buzzing of a mosquito, basically in the eye of the throat.

Lin Yue nodded at him, stepped into the martial arts field, walked to the middle of the Japanese samurai wearing practice clothes, and looked up at Miura and Sato at the corridor station on the second floor.

He is watching them.

They are also looking at him.

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

“Yes, Miura Daisuke.”

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

“I heard that I went back to HK to visit relatives.”

As the military chief in Foshan, Miura naturally didn’t know the market situation, and Sato wouldn’t tell the “story” between him and Lin Yuejian. Otherwise, wouldn’t it appear that he was incapable of working?

“Last time, the Chinese man was not lying to me?” No matter how you look at it, Miura didn’t think that the young businessman in front of him was the best in Foshan.

Sato said: “Your Excellency, it’s better to ask someone to try his skills. If you really get a false name and you defeat it, wouldn’t it bring down the status of the Imperial Japanese Army?”

Miura nodded and agreed to Sato’s proposal. What is a general? The general is the town, the finale. He is the highest commander of the Japanese army stationed in Foshan. Of course, he has to hold his own identity. It is impossible for a cat or dog to challenge him.

“Hey.” Sato glanced at the translator who was standing stupidly: “Tell him to pick one from the people below.”

Li Zhaomei smiled and nodded, and walked to Lin Yue: “Master, they asked you to pick one of these people.”

Lin Yue glanced at Miura who was watching the show in the corridor, “Is there a bag of rice for every person you defeat?”

Li Zhao was stunned for a moment, and said to his heart who are you? How could the boss of Lin’s trading company be short of rice and oil? Faced with the charity of the Japanese, you can bear it?

Seeing him being silent, Lin Yue couldn’t help frowning: “What are you doing in a daze, translate.”

“Master…”

“Call you to translate.”

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

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

“Yes, there is a bag of rice for every win.”

Li Zhao looked at Lin Yue and nodded, but his eyes were saying that you are the pride of Foshan. Others can come over to be a Japanese sparring partner for a bag of grain, 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.”