Nanyang 1931: From piglets to giants

Chapter 233 Postwar Japan

Japan
"Anand captured Dato Onn? And attacked Kuala Lumpur?"

In the hotel where the Allied Command was staying, Zheng Yi couldn't help but feel slightly surprised after receiving the news from Alor Setar.

But then, he couldn't help but laugh again, saying, "I don't know if he has brains or not. He really intends to go all the way to the end. It's not a bad thing."

"Then uncle, should we go back?"

"That's not necessary. Now that we're here, there's a lot to do in Japan, and there are many old friends to see. Send a telegram to Mr. Tan Kah Kee, asking him to be as high-profile as possible in stopping Anand."

"Are you really going to stop it? Or..."

Zheng Yi thought for a moment and said, "At least let Dato Onn be released. As for the others, at least we must ensure that no one is killed. Having political prisoners in jail is a plus, but sending troops directly to Kuala Lumpur to arrest people does have some deterrent effect, so it's not a bad idea."

However, if someone dies, it will be bad. If an Eastern G dies, a more radical Western G will appear.

Objectively speaking, this guy is actually okay. As far as I know, he is not even considered radical in Kuala Lumpur politics. He just wants to plan some privileges for the Malays. There are many people who are much more radical than him.

In my opinion, the so-called popular election is nothing more than a child's play. For an uneducated public, the so-called power is nothing more than a puppet manipulated by the media. The so-called power of the people actually means that it is difficult for truly powerful politicians to emerge in the political arena, which is beneficial to conglomerates like ours.

Li Jianqiao: "I understand. I will send a telegram to Mr. Chen right away."

"Ah."

After saying that, Zheng Yi instinctively covered his lower back with his hands.

Although I have been in Japan for a short time, I still feel overwhelmed by the warm hospitality of the princesses and beautiful stars here.

Today's Tokyo city has completely turned into a den of brothel. There are only two kinds of women left in Tokyo: those who sell themselves and those who want to sell themselves but cannot.

The Japanese nation is like this after the addition of Showa militarism. They are cruel to foreign countries and even more cruel to their own people. They shouted the slogan of "100 million people die in glory" for a few days, but immediately became lackeys after surrendering. They only knew how to use the method of offering women to calm the anger of the Allies.

In order to protect the girls from noble families from being bullied by the Allied forces, the girls from ordinary families were given to the Allied forces.

The so-called "Prostitution Special Operations Team" systematically provides services for American soldiers and takes a high commission from the prostitution money of these women to maintain government spending.

They even packaged those women who sacrificed their lives as "national heroes", but it seems that no compensation was given to these "national heroes" in later generations. Instead, they were regarded as a national disgrace.

But in fact, girls from aristocratic families were not immune to bullying, they were just not bullied by ordinary soldiers. They still had to serve the Allied high-ranking officials.

Zheng Yi was of course also a high-ranking Allied official, and what he himself did not expect was that he was a little too popular in Japan.

Royal princesses and movie stars all came to kneel before his door to be chosen by him. After only a few days, love letters with sexy photos were thrown into the trash can in sacks.

When traveling, once people knew that it was Zheng Yi's bicycle frame, the Japanese people on both sides of the road would immediately cheer for him. It was true that Zheng Yi was not so popular even in Singapore and Penang.

Naturally, it hurts my kidneys a bit.

"Please give me some oysters or something to eat later. I can't stand it anymore. The Japanese are really... I don't know what to say."

After all, it's Japan. You have to know that as Zheng Yi's status and position become higher and higher, his words and deeds often represent the face of overseas Chinese in the international arena. He is also becoming more and more concerned about his image and behavior.

He hasn't slept with a woman other than his wife for many years.

After all, Chinese people still have dignity and attach great importance to morality. Moreover, Zheng Yi, a figure who will definitely be written into history books, does not want to leave a reputation of being dishonest.

He is now in his forties physically and nearly seventies mentally. His age is there, and to be honest, he is not that interested in matters between men and women.

I can’t take care of my three wives at home.

But Japan is different after all. Even Li Jiazhi, after learning that he was coming to Japan, only reminded him not to forget to wear a condom.

Although it may sound a bit unpleasant, since the Japanese chose to use women to calm the anger of the Allies, then venting their anger is naturally a natural thing.

Not all Allied forces were perverts, but among the hundreds of thousands of Allied troops stationed in Japan, was there anyone who didn't use prostitutes?
The Japanese government was even considerate enough to provide male service personnel for the homosexual community and a small number of female medical soldiers in the Allied forces. Every day, there are people who commit suicide because they cannot bear the torture. Who would sympathize with them?

This is the price paid by the defeated country and the joy of the victorious country.

It's just blood for blood, tooth for tooth.

Two words: You deserve it.

The only thing that makes people a little angry is that the powerful and wealthy people, who are most responsible for the war, and the urban middle class did not bear the greatest price for the defeat.

Maybe even better off.

Those rural children were tricked into going to the battlefield to die, but in fact it was just to provide the nobles with bargaining chips to save their lives in peace talks.

Most of the troops stationed in Tokyo were children from the city and aristocrats, the rentier class that truly enjoyed the country's people's blood and sweat.

When faced with this real danger of national extinction, these people not only did not go to the battlefield, but instead united and robbed the country of all its strategic reserves. They even pointed their guns at their own people before the US troops landed and robbed them of their last bit of property.

The brave and patriotic Kamikaze special forces used their lives as missiles to crash into American aircraft carriers. Instead of receiving subsidies, their families became targets of bullying. By the time the pitiful resettlement allowances reached their families, only one tenth of it was left, and almost without exception, it was later snatched away by officials and gangs.

Most of their wives and daughters became prostitutes, and their status as families of kamikaze pilots would make them more popular when serving the Allied forces.

The clever Kamikaze special forces would fly planes to secretly transport Japan's strategic materials, filling the cabins that were supposed to be loaded with bombs with soybeans and rice, colluding with local gangs, and after the defeat, they used the black market to resell the materials and became the first group of middle class people in Japan to get rich after the war.

Before Japan surrendered, it was said that Japan still had enough defense budget and strategic materials to fight the Allies for seven years.

After the Allied landing, the budget and strategic materials for the past seven years were wiped out.

Apart from some cement and other building materials, nothing was left for the Allied forces or the Japanese people.

The US military even transported supplies from the United States and entrusted the Japanese government to distribute them. As a result, those supplies passed through the hands of the bureaucracy and immediately entered the black market. Those who originally had power still lived well, or even better, through the black market.

The upscale Western restaurants were still brightly lit, bustling with people and packed with people, and even singing patriotic songs every night. It was obvious that they were far more patriotic than the families of the rural children who had crashed their planes into aircraft carriers.

However, even so, these civilians in mainland Japan are still not the worst off.

At least if there are women in the family, there is still spring to sell.

The ones who could truly be called the most miserable were the 750 million veterans who had retired from the front lines of the battlefields and the approximately six million expatriates in the occupied territories.

Needless to say, the front-line soldiers were also considered scum who assisted the military government and were despised wherever they went by the left-wing people. The garrison troops' inward-pointing guns and looting of strategic materials before the defeat completely destroyed the few good images that Japanese soldiers had among the people.

Defend the country?

What the hell are you trying to protect? What the hell are you trying to defend?

Especially since the headquarters' battle reports for many years have been promoting the idea of ​​winning, winning, winning, and that victory is imminent. Just a little more patience will lead to the final victory, and the people will be able to live a good life.
As a result, they were suddenly asked to prepare to die with honor for 100 million yuan.

Suddenly, someone came to teach those women how to fight back if the Allies had intimate relations with them after landing. Some even gave those prostitutes grenades and taught them how to detonate the grenades while having sex with them and die together with them.

Then they suddenly surrendered again. The same group of people took back all the grenades and threw them into the prostitution special operations team, telling them: You must serve the American soldiers well.

There are even slogans openly posted on the streets saying that black people are not allowed to be rejected, otherwise they will be charged with racial discrimination and other crimes.

There are also small prints below to guide which movements can reduce pain.

How can you expect ordinary people to respect soldiers?
As for those ordinary people with right-leaning ideas: Why don't you just die outside? How dare you come back alive?

It's all because of your uselessness that we are in such a miserable state now!
What was even worse than these Japanese soldiers were indeed the overseas Chinese in the occupied areas.

Most of the six million overseas Chinese were repatriated to Japan after the war. Many died on the way back. Not only did they have no relatives after returning, but there were also gangs at the docks that specialized in robbing these people.

In addition to having to sell sex, she had no place to live and had completely lost contact with most of her former family members.

The reason why Zheng Yi is so popular in Japan is related to his attitude towards Japanese expatriates after his victory.

Everyone knows that Zheng Yi is Chinese, and the Chinese and the Japanese have a deep hatred for each other, but Zheng Yi is the one who treats Japanese expatriates the best among all the senior Allied officials, and he distinguishes between soldiers and civilians.

Although Zheng Yi ordered the entire Chrysanthemum Army to be buried alive in Burma, and after accepting the surrender, he also issued clear orders to purposefully kill Japanese soldiers who had committed crimes in the country, if the war period is included, it is conservatively estimated that the number of Japanese soldiers who died at his hands exceeded 150,000.

It is not an exaggeration to call him the number one butcher of the Japanese army.

But he always deliberately distinguished between militaristic Japan and ordinary Japanese people. Even during the war, the Japanese expatriates in Penang and Rangoon were not treated harshly.

After the Japanese surrender, he was responsible for handling the Japanese expatriates south of Siam. At that time, almost all of these Japanese expatriates were begging Zheng Yi to join the South Asian Association for Regional Cooperation.

It’s a pity that Zheng Yi only wants those who are technically savvy or have a high school education or above, while most ordinary people are deported.

However, even so, when Zheng Yi repatriated them, although he confiscated the land and property they had developed in Southeast Asia, he also allowed them to take away some of their family belongings out of humanitarian considerations. Since they had little money, he even paid 20 South African dollars out of his own pocket.

Although most of these valuables and southern currency were robbed by local gangs as soon as they were brought back to Japan.

It is precisely because of this that, although Zheng Yi killed the most Japanese soldiers and was the most brutal, few Japanese people hate him. You know, the Japanese people themselves now also hate those soldiers who returned from the front line for not dying.

They even affectionately called Zheng Yi: The Emperor's Gentleman.

Besides, given the current state of post-war Japanese society, anyone with a little bit of connections would want to go to Southeast Asia and join it.

"Mr. Zheng, I just received a telegram. Mr. Toyoda Risaburo will arrive in Tokyo around 10:30 this morning."

Ma Kui, who was also wearing a bathrobe and had dark circles under his eyes, went to Zheng Yi to report.

"Half past ten?"

Zheng Yi glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Isn't it already ten o'clock? Oh, partying every night. I've been so undisciplined these past few days in Japan."

As he spoke, Zheng Yi slapped Ma Kui's shoulder hard, causing him to stagger.

"Why are your legs so weak? Take care of yourself. You're only thirty, can't you have some self-control? You did a few more yesterday."

"Hey, not many, only, only seven."

"What a fucking mess! Look at me, I've been too indulgent with you guys."

As he spoke, Zheng Yi also held his lower back and felt a chill all over his waist, as if there were ice sticking to it, and he couldn't help but groan.

"Let's go pick up Mr. Toyota."

"Eh."

"By the way, what is your father doing now?"

"Um... I sent a telegram to my father the other day, saying that they were planning to send him to the Northeast to be the deputy commander of the bandit suppression campaign?"

"Hey~, you're quite old now, and you suffered a lot during the Anti-Japanese War. You two have been in Yan'an for such a long time, why are you still making such a fuss? He's the deputy commander, and how many soldiers under him really listen to him?"

"He's a recognized anti-Japanese hero. Why the hell is he fighting a civil war? Why not send him a telegram and ask him to come to Tokyo to play with women? When he's had enough, I'll leave him a house on Penang Hill. He can retire in Penang. Isn't it boring for him to stay in China?"

Ma Kui: "Mr. Zheng is right. I will send a telegram to my father and ask him to persuade him."

　I was delayed by something yesterday, so I only have these 4,000 words. Please forgive me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)