Spy Wars: I can get rewards by being a bully!

Chapter 977 Zhao Lijun encountered an accident

Thinking of those letters, Boss Dai suddenly shuddered.

"Xiao Shen, the telegram was sent from Jinmen Station. Does Jinfo have a telegram?"

Shen Xing shook his head in surprise. The matter was very clear, so why would the Golden Buddha send another message?

"Is there a request from the Golden Buddha himself in the telegram?"

Shen Xing continued to shake his head and simply took the telegram and let Boss Dai read it himself.

The more I looked at Boss Dai, the more I felt something was wrong.

Could it be that the Golden Buddha knew more, but he pretended not to know?

In this way, I will be in a passive position. What if those things are obtained by the Golden Buddha?

But I can't just ask the Golden Buddha whether those letters are with you!

After a while, Boss Dai suddenly instructed, "Arrange a telegram to be sent to the Jinmen Station. Tell them that they have worked tirelessly and provided a lot of valuable intelligence. We want to commend them and assign them two lieutenant colonel positions."

Shen Xing was stunned!

No, you haven't woken up yet, right?

They just sent me a message, and you're giving me such a generous reward?

My major general hasn't been dealt with yet. Would you consider rewarding me?

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"Director, take a break. We've traveled a lot this day and night, and we're almost out of Shandong Province..."

On a main road, Zhao Lijun and his group were driving two donkey carts carrying goods.

They all have good citizen certificates and their identities are "clean".

Zhao Lijun lay on several sacks, not saying a word.

How should I explain this to Boss Dai?

Was the box of things destroyed?

Why did the train explode?

"Director........."

Zhao Lijun grew impatient and turned over to sit up. "Director, Director, damn it, you think we're not dying fast enough, right?"

"Hey, boss, there's no one else here. Boss, let's find a place to stay. The brothers can't keep up."

Zhao Lijun looked at everyone and saw that they all looked haggard and exhausted.

"There's a market town ahead. Let's go there and stay in a hotel."

The road they were taking ran along the foot of a mountain and turned out from the foot of the mountain to reach a large town.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned the corner, I found a checkpoint in front of me. A group of ruffian-looking Japanese soldiers were checking passing merchants, and there were a few more Japanese soldiers sitting in the shed next to them.

Zhao Lijun cursed inwardly and whispered, "Be smart!"

When the two donkey carts approached the checkpoint, the Japanese squad leader took a look and felt a little happy.

These men were obviously merchants who travelled extensively. They could pull off two donkey carts, so they must have some money in their pockets.

"Come down, come down! What are you doing?"

Several of the hired men acted frightened. Zhao Lijun, with his hands in his sleeves and a bent waist, put on a fawning smile and said in a Jicheng accent, "This boss is here! We brothers are driving a cart to do business. We're bringing porcelain from Linzi and buying cloth in Jicheng. We're heading south. When we've sold most of it, we'll bring back two carts of charcoal!"

The team leader laughed when he heard this, showing his black and yellow teeth, "You son of a bitch, you know how to do business. You must have made a lot of money!"

Zhao Lijun was very tactful. He pulled out two military bills from his sleeve and pretended to put them into the team leader's hands. "My boss, what's the point of talking about making money nowadays? It's enough for us brothers to carry out our expenses. It's good enough if it can take care of food and drink!"

The team leader slapped his hand aside and said angrily, "I thought you were a well-traveled man, but I didn't expect you to be dead at your age. And you're trying to fool me with this?"

Zhao Lijun said with a bitter face, "Boss, I can fool my own father but I can't fool you. Look at this cart of coarse porcelain bowls and a cart of blue coarse cloth. We haven't opened a shop many times since we got here. I want to give them to you as a filial gift, but I really don't have any money in my cloth bag!"

The team leader didn't believe it and asked Zhao Lijun to stand still and then search him.

After searching for a long time, they only found a pile of military notes and some scattered copper coins, plus half a half-eaten sesame cake.

The squad leader kept all the copper coins and threw away the military notes. There were still sesame seeds on the half piece of pancake. After thinking about it, he couldn't bear to throw it away, so he put it in his arms.

This made Zhao Lijun dumbfounded. Damn it, this traitor wants even half a pancake!

The team leader glanced at the remaining "guys", who were dressed in rags and didn't know how to search them.

He set his sights on the cargo in the car again.

Zhao Lijun hurriedly said, "Hurry up and get the boss a few bowls so he can drink wine and tea."

The team leader cursed: "Who the hell wants your broken bowl? Show me that cloth!"

Zhao Lijun smiled bitterly and said, "They are all blue coarse cloth dyed in small workshops. They are not worthy of your status..."

"You're carrying contraband, aren't you? I'll let you bring a few of them over!"

Zhao Lijun pretended to be in pain and took down a few pieces of cloth and piled them aside.

The young captain was satisfied and signaled to let them go.

At this moment, a Japanese officer sitting in the shed looked over inadvertently and then raised his eyebrows.

He stood up and walked over quickly, "You, wait a minute!"

All the brothers felt a pang of fear in their hearts and looked at Zhao Lijun.

If he hadn't looked, it would have been fine. But after he looked, the officer became nervous. With a wave of his hand, several Japanese soldiers stood up with their guns. A group of second-tier Japanese soldiers also realized something was wrong and surrounded them.

A brother whispered, "Boss, you often came here to do business in the past two years. Have you become conspicuous?"

Zhao Lijun is extremely greedy for money, and it is certain that he uses the power in his hands and the ways of the Military Control Commission to do business.

Moreover, he was different from others. Other high-ranking KMT officials made money by trafficking in contraband, such as sugar, gasoline, and medicines.

Or they could rely on the Burma Road or even the soon-to-be-opened Hump Route to transport smuggled goods.

Zhao Lijun doesn't do this kind of business. He is more adventurous and engages in commodity trading.

Henan Province and Shandong Province are the areas where he is active. These areas have large populations and there is a great demand for necessities such as food and cotton.

I won’t go into detail about the specific method of making money, but it basically involves collecting the grain first, then trading it out, and then selling it.

Such a big business is not something he can handle alone. Fortunately, Zhao Lijun has a wide range of connections. He has taken the opportunity of going on missions to come here many times to find people to collude, and even left dozens of subordinates here.

This time the evacuation route was from Tianjin to Shandong Province, and then from western Shandong to Henan Province. Once in Henan Province, Zhao Lijun felt like a fish in water.

Unexpectedly, something went wrong this time.

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Doi Yucheng is a senior officer in the special forces department of the Chinese Expeditionary Force Headquarters.

Early yesterday morning, he received an urgent order and took his men to Tianjin by train from Jinling.

There were also a dozen people from the Weixin Mansion accompanying them.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Doi Yucheng pinched his eyebrows.

More than twenty people died, including a major general. It was obvious that General Hata Shungo had the intention of asking him to come here, and that was to pass on the blame!

If I can't pass the responsibility to North China, I will be under great pressure.

He glanced at the Chinese men in suits and ties. They were from the Special Agent Headquarters of the Restoration Government. Why should he let them be the vanguard to test the attitude of North China?

Doi Yucheng closed his eyes and thought.