When the Japanese Army Headquarters published a news article titled "The Harbin Army Headquarters Military Court will try felons in the Gendarmerie" through the Harbin Minbao, the whole city became agitated.
"Have you heard? That little devil who attacked Bei Manlai is going to be tried!"
"I've heard about it too. It seems that their country's military court has finally done something to kill this guy."
"Can it be true? After all, they are from their country, and they have made military exploits on the battlefield. How can they really be defeated?"
There were all kinds of voices among the people, but there was a foreigner who, after reading a newspaper on the roadside for a long time, silently turned around and entered the foreign bank next to him.
Chekarev Matheson Company.
This seems to be Maozi's business. In their country, there are many husbands and drivers, and the women are called babies. However, in Harbin, these people are used to seeing foreigners, and they are not as surprised by the sight of foreigners as the people in Northern Manchuria.
It's so new that everyone is used to it.
When the foreigner entered the manager's office, another foreigner was discussing something with the company's comprador. But after this person entered the room, he didn't regard the Chinese comprador as an outsider at all. He closed the door and said, "Look at this."
The newspaper was placed on the table.
The foreigners among them read it carefully, but the Chinese comprador said: "I read this newspaper in the morning, and it was full of nonsense. As long as the Japanese have a little bit of equality for all living beings, the mentality of princes and common people are equally guilty.
As for allowing his troops to do so many disgusting things."
"Zhong, who do you think this is for?"
The man named Zhong laughed and said, "It's not directed at us anyway."
"We have stopped all business since the beginning of the 'Solemn Plan' until now. Although the last transaction was with the Blue Clothes Club in North Manchuria, as far as I know, the people who have discussed business with me have
He is dead. The Japanese personally sent troops to kill him without even a chance to be tried. Therefore, we are not worried at all. Instead, the Blue Shirt Club and the Red Party are in trouble this time. If they fall into the Japanese trap, it will lead to
All members of the underground organizations in Harbin have been eliminated, so this time the Japanese should pay even less attention to the Chinese."
"Zhong, as a Chinese I would like to know your opinion on this matter."
"What is my identity as a Chinese? From a micro perspective, I hope that someone can kill Miki in the trap this time, and then break out of the encirclement like a gangster. In this way, we can boost the national integrity and let the Japanese know that the Chinese are not
Easy to bully."
"If we look at it from a macro perspective, I hope that... the entire army will be annihilated."
The foreigner looked at him with wide eyes: "You are so cruel."
Zhong shook his head and said with a stern face: "On the contrary."
"Japan is a nation that believes in data and is good at summarizing. They have been studying China before they occupied Northeast China. I heard that the Japanese spies captured by the Nanjing government had been lurking in Peking, Shanghai, and Nanjing for more than ten years. This shows that
What, someone was already thinking about this land more than ten years ago."
"If the Red Party or people from Nanjing are defeated in the Military Police this time, it will make the Japanese Army Headquarters look down upon them. Everyone knows that there will be a war between the two countries. I hope that the opponent China will encounter will have advanced weapons and equipment.
An enemy who does not dispute the facts but has a contemptuous heart, rather than a devil who is careful and careful every step of the way."
"Zhong, you seem to be very pessimistic."
Zhong shrugged his shoulders: "There is no way not to be pessimistic. We have just emerged from feudal society, and most of the people are still illiterate. At this time, it is really difficult for us to challenge Japan, which is relatively powerful in modern civilization."
Chekarev pointed at Zhong Chong, the other foreigner who had just entered the room, and said: "How about it, I will say that as long as Zhong can become one of us, our business in China will only become more and more prosperous."
Zhong turned to look at the foreigner in the boss's seat and asked: "Chekarev, do you regard me as your companion?"
Chekarev immediately nodded and said: "Of course!"
"Then why did an M1918 enter Harbin, but I didn't know about it at all, and I asked my subordinates to inform me of the news?"
"M1918?" Chekarev looked at the foreigner who had just entered the room: "Chekov, did you transport this kind of thing to Harbin?"
Chekov shook his head like a rattle: "I can only mess with Soviet-style weapons. I have no interest in those guys produced in the Black Forest of Germany."
Mauser was founded in a royal arsenal called Berndorf in the Black Forest of Germany, so people in the arms industry call this brand a product of the Black Forest.
Zhong asked again: "Are you sure this matter has nothing to do with us? I need to remind you that the Japanese have issued a recovery order for this gun. No matter what the cost, this gun must be found in Harbin.
. He also said that all people or companies related to this gun will be completely destroyed. In this case, it is best for no one to touch this guy."
Chekarev said comfortingly: "I believe in Chekov."
Zhong nodded: "That means there is a problem in our market. I am responsible for this and I will take care of it."
Chekarev waved his fingers at Chekov a few times and said: "Nothing will happen to him."
Chekov nodded and said: "You can take away all my men."
"Thank you."
Zhong turned around and left. After he came out of the office, he went directly to the driver's class.
Pushing open the door, in the lounge of the driver's class, there were four people sitting on chairs with their backs straight and motionless. Zhong only said: "Chekhov asked you to follow me." After saying that, these people seemed to be cold.
The machine stood up without a smile on anyone's face and followed him.
When a group of people walked out of Chekarev's Trading Company, they quickly got into two cars at the door. The two cars went straight to Huihai Restaurant.
The weather in Harbin became very strange after the summer weather began. It was so hot that it made people feel dry. It was like being in a world full of stoves, with no place to hide.
As for Sun Wanwan, in order to cope with this kind of weather, he asked the chef to come up with different tricks every day to cool him down. Sour plum soup, mung bean soup, and Madier popsicles were placed on the table in turn. Recently, he has not been in the mood to eat.
On the second floor, Mu stared blankly downstairs.
He was a little tired, it was all caused by the world.
In the past, there was a saying among green forest heroes that they would not enter the officialdom even if they died. That meant that we were all just hanging out in the rivers and lakes, just playing with a white knife going in and a red knife coming out. We would each be responsible for the death or injury, and there would never be any future troubles. What kind of motivation is that?
What about now?
The Japanese, the Red Party, the Communist International, Mao Zi, Nanjing, okay, Harbin has become a hodgepodge. The key is not to offend anyone. Anyone who offends will dare to throw a grenade into your yard. Last time, a person from Nanjing
I came to Harbin to seek help and said a few harsh words, but Sun Wanwan didn't take it seriously. There were so many people talking nonsense all day long. As a result, in the middle of the night, something broke my glass at home. He got up and started driving.
When I looked at the light, I saw that the grenade without unscrewing the back cover was rolling on the floor!
What the hell is this?
People in the martial arts world still know how to use guns to resolve any grudges. If they provoke you, they are all black hands!
Buzz.
When the sound of the car came, Sun Baiwan lowered his head and glanced down.
On weekdays, no one drives to his restaurant, so who would drive to pay the protection fee? Even if he had a car, at most he would just send a servant to pay it. But today, he saw two black cars parked in front of his restaurant, especially
When he saw a Chinese man getting out of the car, followed by four foreigners in neat suits, Sun Wanwan was stunned.
After a while, he stood up quickly, pulled on his cloth shoes and ran downstairs at a speed that was almost galloping to greet him.
"Hey! Isn't this the God of Wealth here?"
When he reached the bottom, his shoulders were hunched and his back was bent, he looked like a slave and said: "Mr. Zhong, what kind of wind brought you to me today. Come on, come upstairs and invite me, the best sour plum soup with Madiel."
Popsicles, hurry up and cool down."
Mr. Zhong didn't say anything. He walked upstairs and sat down at a random table. Seeing that there was no one around, he pointed to the opposite side.
Sun Wanwan quickly came to his side.
Mr. Zhong continued: "What is the relationship between the two of us?"
"Benefactor, you are my great benefactor. Back then, I lived in a dormitory with bunk beds. But after you were released from prison, the first thing you did was to spend a lot of money to get me out. To be honest, these days
, there were also people who tried to woo me, but I rejected them all. Sun Wanwan is where he is today because of you, Mr. Zhong, who came out of his cell, and it was you who asked me to represent you in the arms trade.
Now Harbin is sitting on the ground. Mr. Zhong, you are my benefactor. If you say one thing, I will never say two things."
Mr. Zhong nodded: "I just want to ask one thing."
"You said."
"I gave you money and resources. Harbin, which you spent so many brothers' lives to defeat, is now shot by German guns. Do you know?"
Mr. Zhong always looked into Sun Wanwan's eyes.
Sun Wanwan smiled with a smile on his face: "That's impossible."
"Mr. Zhong, if you say that there are indeed many forces in Harbin, but when it comes to arms, then I, Sun Wanwan, am still the equal. Even Mr. Xu Damabang has to come to me if he wants to use weapons.
"Can I know if there are any German guys coming to Harbin? The Japanese are so strict now."
"What if I tell you that you have already come in? What if I tell you again that it is an anti-materiel rifle, m1918? What if I tell you next that this gun can kill you with one shot even through the wall of your Huihai Building?
Where's your life?"
Sun Wanwan didn't believe it at all: "You said that was not a gun, but a flying sword. As soon as the magic power of the gods was released, my head would be gone."
"I'm not kidding you!"
Snap.
Mr. Zhong slapped the table hard: "I'm not here to joke with you!"
"Listen to me, three days, I will give you three days. After three days, I must know clearly where this gun is and whose hand it is. If you are not clear at all, this place in Beiman will
It’s not impossible to change the position of the cannon!”
After saying that, Mr. Zhong turned around and left.
Sun Wanwan didn't give it away. He sat in his own place and rubbed his chin with his index finger. The light in his eyes bloomed from a subtle angle.