Jiang Wenzheng is now one of the leading figures in Bingzhou, so he naturally has his own domineering side.

At this time, Matthew Wen threatened him with his son. How could Jiang Wenzheng continue to talk to Jiang Wenzheng calmly?

"Our Eighth Route Army never uses our comrades to threaten others," Matthew Wen smiled softly, "You help the little devils, and if the little devils transport this batch of equipment back to the country, they will produce more weapons!"

"Where will the weapons produced be transported to? Who will they be used to fight against? Our Eighth Route Army will never surrender to the little devil, even if it is the last man who fights. If our independent regiment is completely wiped out, will your son die a good death?

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"What on earth do you want to say!"

"I'm not threatening you, it's you who are threatening your own son." Matthew said, "Do you want to receive news one day that the Eighth Route Army Independent Regiment has been completely wiped out, with no survivors?"

Jiang Wenzheng may not care about the life and death of the Eighth Route Army Independent Regiment, but it is impossible for him to not care about the life and death of Jiang Yongxin.

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"Mr. Jiang, do you think the little devil is an honest person?"

In the past few days in Bingzhou City, Matthew Wen has not been idle.

Almost all available intelligence personnel were used to investigate the Jiang family's past and why Jiang Wenzheng was working for the Japs.

Only when you know your enemy and yourself can you fight without danger.

On the battlefield, you need to know your enemies and your friends when fighting against enemies. This kind of battlefield without the smoke of gunfire requires you to know your enemies and your friends even more.

Jiang Wenzheng didn't speak for a long time.

Of course he knew that the little devil was dishonest, but who in this world could be trusted?

Rely on the Jinsui Army? Or rely on the Central Army?

In the business world for so many years, Jiang Wenzheng has seen too many sensual dogs and horses. Just by giving rewards to various gods, the Jiang family has made a lot of gold and silver treasures.

Obviously he was working for the Jinsui Army, but he still used money to bribe officials at all levels.

Before the business is in hand, he must first divide the money in his hands into various portions.

He did not dare to offend any of the passing gods, not even a small company commander. Behind this company commander might be a relative of a certain regiment commander or division commander.

If you don't spend money to calm the other party down, future business will be even more difficult.

The little Japanese invaded, and he became a slave to the subjugation of the country, but he has never faced any difficulties in doing business.

"Where is the integrity in the business world? It's even more shameful than your intrigues on the battlefield." Jiang Wenzheng said.

"How far can the Jiang family go with little devils? Sooner or later, the Japanese army will be defeated by us. When the Japanese army leaves, do you think no one will be responsible for what the Jiang family has done?"

Before Jiang Wenzheng made a big mistake, he stepped back from the brink.

"I'm not scared! So what if Mr. Yan's troops can fight back? He has a group of money-grubbing and lustful people. You can get rid of them with money."

Jiang Wenzheng knows the people under Mr. Yan very well.

As long as you have enough value in their eyes, it doesn't matter if you have been a dog for the little devil!

Even if that group of people could return to Bingzhou City, with their characters, wouldn't money be enough to deal with them?

"What if Bingzhou City is returned to our hands?" Matthew asked.

"Hahaha, what a joke in the world! Just you? You still want to seize Bingzhou City? Don't overestimate your capabilities!" Jiang Wenzheng sneered.

How many large cities are there in the area controlled by the Eighth Route Army?

Matthew also had to admit that in this war, the Eighth Route Army's initial influence was very low.

After all, most people know very little about the Eighth Route Army, and it is difficult for many people to get in touch with the Eighth Route Army, especially in a big city that has been controlled by the Jinsui Army for so many years.

"I admit that your Eighth Route Army fought beautifully in this battle. Just because of this battle, do you want to boast?"

In Jiang Wenzheng's view, Matthew and the others are just young and frivolous, and they are complacent when they achieve little results.

Matthew Wen smiled and shook his head. He didn't expect Jiang Wenzheng, a businessman with extensive travels and broad knowledge, to be so stubborn: "Mr. Jiang, do you want us to reach Bingzhou, or do you want us to be completely defeated in Anyang Town?"

War is a matter of life and death. If this war is fought like this, there will be no stopping to make peace!

If Jiang Wenzheng wants Zhao Zhiguo and others to win, then it is hard to say who will be the leader of Bingzhou in the future.

If Jiang Wenzheng wants the little devil to win, then there is a high probability that he will lose his son.

Seeing that Jiang Wenzheng had not answered himself, Matthew continued: "Mr. Jiang, according to seniority, I should call you uncle, and I am your junior. However, I have a humble opinion. A person, a family, or even a country,

If you want to go further, you must take the broad road! Being opportunistic and adapting to the wind can at most achieve a temporary prestige."

"If I work for the Eighth Route Army now, the Jiang family will be destroyed immediately, let alone the long term."

The Japanese army learned that Jiang Wenzheng was transporting equipment to Anyang Town, and they would definitely leave the Jiang family without any chickens or dogs.

"Senior Jiang, the bad reputation is not your fault alone! Don't think that just because Jiang Yongxin joined the Eighth Route Army, he won't have anything to do with the Jiang family. We can't help him get rid of this bad reputation."

Jiang Yongxin was a patriotic young man who made an indelible contribution to the victory of the war.

But the Jiang family are the lackeys of the Japs. When the war ends in the future, people will only remember those who caused harm, but not those who brought benefits to them.

Once a reputation becomes bad, it will take several lifetimes to get rid of it.

"If you can safely deliver that batch of equipment to Anyang Town, I promise you with the honor of a soldier that we will protect the safety of the Jiang family."

The old man of the Jiang family just wants to take advantage of the coming war to make the Jiang family bigger and stronger!

However, survival in a war cannot be that simple. A wrong decision can bring disaster to a family.

"Protect? You want to persuade me with just a few words? Do you really think Jiang is a three-year-old child?"

At this time, in Jiang Wenzheng's eyes, he himself was an investor, and the independent group represented by Matthew Wen came to him for investment.

"It seems that we are unable to communicate in this regard?"

Matthew Wen did not expect Jiang Yongxin's father to be so stubborn.

Before he could say goodbye, another person came outside Jiang's house. This person was holding a letter, a telegram to be precise.

This telegram was clearly broadcast like a telegram sent by Zhao Zhiguo, and the content of the broadcast was messy.

After the codebreakers worked with the codebook to decipher it, they sent the telegram to the Jiang family without stopping.

"Mr. Ma, this person is here to see you."

The servants of the Jiang family informed Matthew Wen.

After the visitor handed the contents of the telegram to Matthew Wen, he turned around and left the Jiang family.
Chapter completed!