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Eighth Route Army Headquarters.

In the operations room, several top executives were gathered around a map, their brows furrowed.

After the fall of Zhongtiao Mountain, southeastern Shanxi was surrounded on three sides, and the situation suddenly became tense.

What's even more worrying is the food supply. The grain reserves are only enough for three months, and that's even with everyone's food rations reduced.

"We need to think of a way," the vice president said, pointing to an area on the map. "We can squeeze out some resources from the Taihang Mountains, but it's far from enough..."

Before he could finish speaking, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

"Report!"

The communications officer practically rushed in, clutching a telegram in his hand, his face beaming with barely suppressed excitement.

"Urgent telegram for city governance!"

The boss looked up and his heart skipped a beat.

What happened?

"Read it!" he said in a deep voice.

The communications officer took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly with excitement:

"Reporting to all commanders! The brigade commander has sent a telegram—Mr. Shen has arrived!"

"What?"

The CEOs stood up almost simultaneously.

The deputy general manager quickly walked around the table, and the chief of staff's pencil fell onto the map with a thud. The other bigwigs also gathered around.

"Mr. Shen is here?" The vice president's voice rose several octaves. "Quick! Read it out! What did he bring this time?"

"yes!"

The communications officer looked down at the telegram and continued reading:

"Mr. Shen has arrived in Zhicheng with a large amount of supplies. The list of supplies is as follows—"

He paused, seemingly taken aback by the numbers in the telegram.

"Ten million catties of rice."

The bosses were taken aback for a moment.

Rice?

Not tanks? Not airplanes? Not some new weapon I've never even heard of?

The communications officer continued reciting: "Ten million catties of cabbage."

The chief of staff swallowed hard.

"One hundred million jin of potatoes."

The vice president's eyes began to glaze over.

"Thirty million catties of pork."

A big shot instinctively steadied himself on the table.

"Ten million catties of salt."

The other big shot's mouth gaped open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

"Ten million catties of soybean oil."

"Ten million catties of white sugar."

The communications officer finished reading the last item, looked up, and his voice was already a little unsteady:

"The total amount of the above supplies is... 530 million catties."

boom--

The operations room erupted in chaos!

"How many?!"

The vice president snatched the telegram, staring intently at the numbers on it, reading it three times, then three more times.

Ten million catties of rice.

Ten million catties of cabbage.

Ten million catties of potatoes.

Thirty million catties of pork.

……

530 million jin!

His hand holding the telegram was trembling slightly.

The chief of staff leaned over, saw the string of numbers, gasped, his legs went weak, and he sat back down in his chair.

"500 million catties..."

He murmured the same words over and over, as if he had lost the ability to speak.

Another bigwig suddenly slapped his thigh, making the teacup on the table jump: "My God! Five hundred million jin!"

The vice president finally came to his senses, raised his head, and his expression was indescribably complex.

This telegram did not contain anything that the commanders could not understand, such as invincible heavy tanks, proximity fuses, or jet aircraft.

The only words were very down-to-earth, like rice, cabbage, and potatoes. However, the shock on the faces of the bosses was even greater than when they heard about jet planes!

The vice president's eyes reddened as he looked at the numbers on the telegram.

"Five hundred million catties of grain—that's five hundred million catties of food to sustain life! It's something that countless ordinary people long for all year round!"

The chief of staff nodded emphatically.

"That's right! Tanks and planes are important, but people have to eat first! Without food, how can we fight? How can we fight the Japanese?"

He stood up and paced back and forth in the operations room, his steps quickening.

"What were we worried about before? We were worried about food! We were so worried our hair turned white! And now? 500 million catties! And they've arrived just like that!"

Another bigwig, his voice trembling with excitement, exclaimed, "Mr. Shen... Mr. Shen has saved our lives!"

If the weapons and supplies Shen Wang brought before didn't offer a clear sense of value, now their value is undeniable.

Very intuitive!

Tens of millions of kilograms of grain, that's tens of millions of silver dollars!

In this day and age, that's an astronomical sum!

The vice president took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"Most importantly—"

He looked at the crowd and said, word by word:

"Food wasn't included in the previous agreement."

The operations room fell silent instantly.

Yes.

In previous transactions, Shen Wang would exchange weapons for their goods; food was never included in the transactions.

That is to say-

This batch of grain was entirely extra.

It is free of charge.

It was Shen Wang who noticed the food shortage in southeastern Shanxi and took the initiative to send it over.

The bosses no longer worried about how much money to spend on buying this batch of grain; that would be too pretentious and fake!

The chief of staff murmured, "Five hundred million catties of grain, even at the lowest price, that's over ten million silver dollars... That's an astronomical figure!"

"But he didn't mention money at all."

Not a single word was mentioned.

The vice president slowly sat back in his chair, stared at the map on the wall, and remained silent for a long time.

Then he spoke, his voice soft yet heavy:

"How should we thank him?"

Silence fell again in the operations room.

This favor is too great.

It was so big that they didn't even know how to repay it.

Just then, a big shot suddenly spoke up:

"Speaking of which, we only gave Mr. Shen the title of 'Special Advisor to the Military Region'... wasn't that too low a rank?"

Everyone was taken aback.

The vice president sat up abruptly.

The chief of staff also came to his senses and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes! Now that you mention it, it is indeed too low!"

"Perhaps Mr. Shen doesn't care about these empty titles, but we must show our utmost sincerity!"

The deputy commander stood up, paced back and forth in the operations room, and then suddenly stopped.

"That's right! The title of consultant is indeed too low."

He paused.

"We need to have a serious discussion and find someone who is worthy of him."

The executives exchanged glances and nodded in unison, their movements remarkably synchronized.

. . .

The city's command center.

Shen Wang sat opposite the brigade commander, while Li Yunlong and the others directed the crowd to move supplies.

It's over 100,000 tons of grain, and it'll take a while to move it.

Gao Zilong's independent flight squadron also quickly entered a state of combat readiness to guard against attacks by Japanese bombers.

However... the Japanese probably won't dare to bomb again.

"Ugh!"

The brigade commander sighed.

"Mr. Shen, you may not know this, but Zhongtiao Mountain... is lost!"

The brigade commander told Shen Wang about the situation in Zhongtiao Mountain.

Shen Wang nodded, showing little surprise; this was simply the original course of history.

The brigade commander continued, "The Japanese are back in a frenzy now, with newspapers reporting it everywhere, as if our country has been conquered..."

Before the brigade commander could finish speaking, a notification suddenly sounded in Shen Wang's mind:

[Ding! Mission triggered!]

[Strike a blow against the arrogance of the Japanese invaders!]

[Mission Description: After the Battle of Zhongtiao Mountain, the Japanese army became extremely arrogant, boasting of their so-called "victory" and severely damaging the morale of the Chinese army and civilians fighting against the Japanese invasion. Host, please take concrete actions to give the invaders a resounding slap in the face!]

[Mission Reward: 10-Diamond Pull (Guaranteed SSR)!]