Nanyang 1931: From piglets to giants

Chapter 235 Zheng Yi: How about recreating a Japan in Southeast Asia?
Two cars entered the Allied naval base in Japan one after the other.

Ignoring a large group of elderly, weak and sick people who were fighting for the American soldiers' slops because the line was too long and too crowded, the car went deep into the base, turned a few times, and went deep into the base.

However, the entire naval base was filled with good-looking, young and beautiful Japanese women. There was no American soldier without a girl by his side, and some of them were surrounded by girls.

At first glance, these girls seem to be no more than 25 years old, and almost none of them are over 30 years old.

Those who were older could only go outside with others to snatch the leftover slop from the American soldiers.

Seeing his gloomy expression, Zheng Yi kindly said, "Do you know what the most common item Japan has purchased in Southeast Asia in the past month or two since its defeat, using its limited and precious foreign exchange?"

Toyota Risaburo: "Um...rice?"

Zheng Yi: "No, it's cigars from the Philippines."

Risaburo Toyoda: "…………"

The car drove deeper into the area and soon arrived at the Marine Hotel which was located right inside.

The entrance of the hotel was filled with smiling Japanese girls. When they saw Zheng Yi get off the car, they all knew him and screamed in surprise. A few bold women even stepped forward and began to introduce themselves in their broken Chinese, saying that they were willing to go to Penang to be prostitutes or something.

Zheng Yi nodded in agreement to attend the banquet, waved his hand impatiently, and walked in quickly.

Ma Kui laughed loudly in the back, kissing left and touching right. No matter what the women said, he just took advantage of them and didn't pay.

Li Jianqiao said nothing and just walked by with his head down.

He is a mixed-race of Chinese and British, and he is handsome. The most important thing is that he is too young, not even eighteen years old. His mother Guan sends several telegrams a day, repeatedly urging Zheng Yi to keep an eye on him and not let him learn bad things.

The main reason is that indulging too early is bad for your health.

As a younger generation, he really couldn't let go in front of his uncle Zheng Yi, and looked like a shy big boy.

Toyota Risaburo, who was following behind, lowered his head even lower than Li Jianqiao after the lesson just now. He said nothing and tried his best to pretend to be Chinese.

No, he is Chinese now, and he has lost his Japanese nationality long ago.

The group came to the hotel's private room. Li Jianqiao and Ma Kui parted ways with them and went to the bodyguard's and secretary's room. Zheng Yi and Toyota Risaburo entered the private room. As soon as they entered, a very pleasant heat wave hit their faces, making them feel very comfortable.

It is winter in Japan now and it is still very cold, but in the box there is a luxurious charcoal fire burning with what seems to be sandalwood wood. The whole room is completely Western in style, with a large Western chandelier. Under the murals, there is a group of Allied high-ranking officials and high-ranking Japanese government officials who are acting unrestrained.

And some half-naked Japanese women.

The Japanese women in this room were no longer ordinary people. Most of them were people Toyoda Risaburo already knew. They were either popular movie stars in Japan, or princesses from royal families or aristocratic families.

Most of these women also knew Toyoda Risaburo.

Meeting in such an occasion, everyone felt extremely embarrassed for a moment, and one person instinctively reached out to pull up the collar of his shirt that could no longer cover his upper body.

But with a loud slap, he was slapped in the face by a high-ranking Allied officer.

"Oh~, Zheng, my good brother, you are finally here, hahaha, then we can serve the dishes. This is the Japanese who helped our Allies win the victory, Toyoda Risaburo?" Marshal Mai said with a smile.

"Hi!"

Toyota Risaburo quickly composed himself, put on a brilliant smile, and came forward with a nodding and bowing gesture, flattering him in fluent English. While saying that he was guilty of being late, he picked up the half-bottle of liquor on the table and drank it all.

Americans are not without a drinking culture. Seeing this, General Mai laughed out loud and looked very satisfied.

Soon after Zheng Yi took his seat, a young woman came in from outside and took the initiative to sit next to Zheng Yi and pour him wine. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed that this year's Miss Japan champion, Yamamoto Fujiko.

She is also the future queen of Japanese films in history. It is quite considerate of Mac to keep her for himself.

The Japanese beauty pageants these days are actually selecting girls for the Allies. The real judges are actually the Allied leaders who choose whoever they think is pretty and want to serve them.

This champion's appearance, almost every inch of his body met Zheng Yi's aesthetic standards. Even though Zheng Yi had seen and experienced this before, he still had the idea of ​​putting some pressure on the poor kidney to make it try harder.

I even have the urge to take him back to Southeast Asia.

Who says that Europeans and Americans like Asians with small eyes, dark skin and freckles?

It was not until Zheng Yi sat down that he saw that Yoshida was also at the table.

Seeing Zheng Yi sitting down, he stood up and bowed to Zheng Yi.

"Yoshida? We're old friends. I heard you've upgraded your skills and become the Nanbawan of Japan. Come on, let me toast you and congratulate you on your promotion."

As he spoke, he raised the glass of wine that Yamamoto Fujiko had just filled for him to toast his old friend.

"Mr. Zheng is joking. Please, please."

As he said this, he quickly drank it first as a show of respect.

"Zheng, you don't know, Mr. Yoshida, you're asking for 4.5 million tons of grain right out of my mouth, haha."

"Four and a half million tons? That's a lot?"

Yoshida: "Hi! Japan's social production structure is completely collapsed, and food production is particularly insufficient. This year, natural disasters have also led to insufficient food supply. Mr. Zheng, conservatively estimated that at least 600,000 people have died from starvation in Japan this year. Some experts estimate that the number will exceed one million."

After saying this, he suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily, saying: "Please give us some precious food to survive. We just hope that we won't starve to death."

He had actually said this before Zheng Yi entered the room. Zheng Yi did not respond, but He Shili, who was in charge of the Southern Alliance garrison, suddenly slammed his cup and said unkindly:

"Mr. Yoshida, are you mistaken? We, the Allies, occupied Japan, not to rule it. Is it terrible that hundreds of thousands of people died of starvation in Japan? Huh? How many people starved to death in China under your occupation? Huh? Why didn't you refuse to use your precious food to help the Chinese people avoid starvation? Let alone one million people starving to death, even if it was ten million, twenty million, or thirty million people, wouldn't you have brought this upon yourselves? Don't you deserve it? Huh?"

Yoshida remained calm and continued, "Hey! You're saying that if Japan lacks food, there will inevitably be a major social revolution, riots, and even a rise of left-wing people, who may very well turn to the Soviet Union. So, is that okay?"

After saying that, Zheng Yi raised his head and looked at Mai Shuai, and found that Mai Shuai was also looking at him. "Zheng, what do you think?"

Zheng Yi smiled, picked up a snack on the table, tasted a piece, and found it tasted good.

In fact, Japan's food gap was not as high as 450 million tons. According to subsequent statistics, it was only to tons at most. Yoshida was just making a killing.

To be honest, Japan's post-war economic recovery has a lot to do with Yoshida's massacre of wealthy families. Every year they can make 300 to 200 million from the United States, which is not a small amount.

Zheng Yi did not give a direct answer, but glanced at He Shili.

He Shili understood, but suddenly slammed the table and shouted angrily, "Who are you trying to scare? Riot if you want, revolution if you want. We weren't afraid of you on the battlefield, so why would we be afraid of you now?"

Yoshida didn't look at He Shili. He first glanced at Coach Mai, and seeing that he didn't express anything but had a look of amusement on his face, he knelt down and kowtowed in the direction of Zheng Yi and said:

"Hey! The Japanese people deserve to die, but given Japan's population, if a full-scale revolution and riot breaks out, the existing 140,000 Allied forces would be unable to withstand it. Request the Allies to send at least 300,000 more troops to Japan."

This time, even He Shili was silent.

This is actually Yoshida's three-pronged approach to coach Mac, simple, rough, but effective.

The current Allied military expenditure is borne partly by the Allies themselves and partly by the Japanese government.

It’s not that they don’t want the Japanese government to bear more, but Allied military spending has already accounted for more than one-third of the Japanese government’s fiscal revenue, and the government’s financial and tax collection capacity is far less than before the war.

Even if they were asked to take more, they really wouldn't be able to take out any more. The Allies would not personally participate in Japan's post-war governance. If they were to draw money from the Japanese government again, who knows what would happen in Japanese society.

However, after the 140,000 Allied troops arrived, they did nothing but play with Japanese women or Japanese men all day long.

Although Japan bears part of the military expenses, the United States also has to give some money, such as subsidies.

This has caused great dissatisfaction within the United States.

It's not that I'm against occupying Japan, but there's really no need to involve so many people. These are all costs. Even if the direct costs are not high, the indirect costs are actually very scary.

After the Second World War, society needed to get back on track and there had to be a large-scale disarmament.

If the number of Japanese troops stationed there is increased, Japan will definitely not be able to provide military funds for the US military. The US Treasury will have to pay for it itself, and military spending will inevitably increase exponentially.

Japan has 60 million citizens, a certain industrial base, is good at fighting, and more than half of its land is mountainous and forested, making it a nation extremely suitable for guerrilla warfare.

Even if 100,000 or 200,000 American troops attacked, they might not hear much of a noise.

It’s not that we can’t win, we can definitely win, but how much will it cost?
What Yoshida meant was: Either you aid me, and I will ask for two or three hundred million, or you increase the number of troops stationed to suppress me. Conservatively speaking, two or three hundred million is definitely not enough to stop me.

This is the so-called "dead fish philosophy" of postwar Japanese politics, also known as the "loser's way."

In fact, the Japanese political scene was also like this before Zheng Yi traveled through time. People would pretend to be dead at any time, which often made the American father angry and helpless.

There was a moment of silence at the dinner table.

But Zheng Yi suddenly turned his head and kissed Yamamoto Fujiko on the cheek, saying in Japanese, "Girl, you are really beautiful. You are truly a beauty carved out of heaven and earth. Can I take you back to Nanyang?"

"Red bean paste?"

Yamamoto Fujiko was overjoyed. No one in Japan would want to stay in Japan.

Besides, being Zheng Yi's woman, even if it's just as a toy, is something that many people would envy.
She didn't care about being reserved and Mr. Yoshida's obviously unhappy expression. She held Zheng Yi's face and kissed him all over.

Zheng Yi was also excited for a moment and laughed out loud, but he pressed the back of Yamamoto Fujiko's head and pushed her under the table. He didn't know what he was doing.

Then he said to Yoshida, "Mr. Yoshida, what you said makes sense. However, the lack of food isn't necessarily because there's too little food, but because there are too many people, right? Oh~~ha."

"If Mr. Yoshida doesn't mind, we at the Southern Alliance are very willing to help you share the population pressure."

"The main purpose of Mr. Toyota and I visiting Japan this time is to recruit. We are willing to open our doors to any Japanese who have a high school degree or above, or have some industrial production experience, can operate machine workers, school teachers, and talents with certain special skills. Ah~~"

"You know, our SAARC policy has always been to treat militarism differently from ordinary Japanese people. As long as they have never been soldiers, have never been on the front lines, and have never massacred Chinese people, I will treat them with the utmost kindness."

"I promise that once these people arrive in the Southern Alliance, as long as they renounce their Japanese nationality, I will treat them equally. Even if they have served on the front lines, as long as they are talented, they can be employed. At most, their salary will be halved for the first five years of work."

"Of course, it's not just about talent. If there are beautiful women between 18 and 25 who are willing to go to Southeast Asia, I would also be happy to accept them."

On the side, Marshal Mai couldn't help but ask curiously: "Zheng, what do you want a woman for? Are you going to Nanyang to be a prostitute? Don't you strictly prohibit brothels? Alor Setar alone probably doesn't need many prostitutes, right? There is no shortage of prostitutes there."

Zheng Yi explained with a wry smile, "In Southeast Asia, the Chinese population is much larger than women. The ratio of unmarried men to women is as high as 4:1. Three-quarters of the men simply can't find wives, so they can only settle for Malay or Indian women."

"Honestly, let's not talk about Indian women. Most of those who can come to Southeast Asia are of low caste, which really doesn't conform to our Chinese aesthetics. Even Malay women, due to religion and other reasons, have a very big gap with our Chinese living habits. Some things are still quite troublesome."

"Besides, the Malay women the Chinese marry are considered good-looking among the Malays. You know, in their religion, women are sometimes treated as property, so all the good-looking women are married off by the Chinese. This is one of the almost irreconcilable contradictions between us Chinese and Malays. Those Malay men who can't get married because of this will hate us, or even resent us."

"Although the Chinese hate the Japanese, we have to admit that the two countries are close neighbors. Culture, customs, and even appearance are much, much more similar than Malays and Indians. In fact, they are still quite suitable as wives."

After saying this, Zheng Yi looked at Yoshida again and said, "Mr. Yoshida, if I take one million, two million, or even more Japanese people who might have starved to death due to the food shortage in Japan to Southeast Asia, can the food shortage be filled?"

"Don't worry, we are a civilized society and we won't force anyone to buy or sell. I guarantee that all Japanese going to Southeast Asia will do so voluntarily. I believe that Japan will be able to receive a large amount of remittances from overseas Chinese, which will greatly alleviate the financial situation of the Japanese government, right?"

"In addition, we will also be making large-scale acquisitions of related Japanese companies. The acquired companies, factories, and workers will all be taken away. I believe that they will also pay taxes on the money used for the acquisitions. Wouldn't this also help alleviate Japan's economic crisis?"

"If it really doesn't work and we must increase the troop presence, it's not a big problem. We don't need the US to send troops, we can also send troops from the Southern Alliance. Adding 100,000 or 200,000 troops is not a big problem, and you don't have to worry about the military expenditure."

"We can invest in Japan and set up trading companies. All we need is for the Japanese government to relax some of the thresholds for us in terms of policies and give us certain tax exemptions. We can make money and support ourselves without adding to the burden on the Japanese government."

"Mr. Yoshida, are you satisfied with my proposal? Can this resolve the imminent riot crisis in Japan?"

(End of this chapter)