In 1959, what's wrong with me pedaling a tricycle?

On November 29, in international waters near Hong Kong, an 18-meter fishing boat with its lights off moved closer to a 10,000-ton cargo ship.

In fact, small boats really shouldn't get close to large ships while they're sailing, because large ships have a large displacement, and if a small boat gets too close while it's moving, it could easily capsize.

However, it wasn't a big problem, because the cargo ship was resting at sea, and the fishing boat slowly approached it.

Wang Xingguo entered the space and reappeared on the deck of the cargo ship.

In reality, his current spatial radius is twenty meters, which is the distance he can move within.

In other words, he can enter the space from a small fishing boat and then appear in the outside world within a 20-meter radius of the small fishing boat.

Wang Xingguo used this to navigate his boat closer to the cargo ship and then onto its deck.

At that moment, the song "Little Apple" faintly echoed in his mind.

A Japanese soldier who came out to smoke on deck saw Wang Xingguo and asked curiously, "Anatawananbudeska?"

What's that Japanese guy saying, all gibberish?

Forget it, I'll just ignore him.

I planted a Japanese soldier...

Wang Xingguo rushed over and instantly put the Japanese soldier into his spatial storage, burying him in the ground.

Wang Xingguo walked inside and saw a group of Japanese soldiers playing cards.

He smiled, and the thought echoed in his mind: "Plant another row of Japanese soldiers."

Wang Xingguo waved and said, "Hi!"

Then I put the group of Japanese soldiers playing cards into my spatial storage and planted them in the ground.

Wang Xingguo entered the restaurant and saw more than a dozen Japanese soldiers drinking.

Today is a great day...

I've stored them all in my space and planted them. I wonder if even more Japanese devils will grow next year.

Wang Xingguo hummed his own version of "Little Apple".

No, it should be the Japanese devils.

He planted all sixty-odd Japanese soldiers on the entire 10,000-ton cargo ship before he began to collect supplies from the cargo hold.

When Wang Xingguo saw a number of machines and equipment, he was a little surprised because these things were not mentioned in the intelligence.

But who cares!

In any case, the patriots here have already vacated a 10,000-ton cargo ship and are waiting at sea. All Wang Xingguo needs to do is call them and give them a notice, and they will send people to take over the ship that is anchored at sea and then sail it back to Huangpu Wharf to unload the cargo.

After collecting everything, Wang Xingguo used his spatial powers to create a large hole in the boat. As water rapidly filled the hole, he threw the group of Japanese soldiers who couldn't grow any fruit back into the water. His figure entered the space, reappeared on the deck, entered the space again, and then reappeared on the fishing boat.

Wang Xingguo quickly started the fishing boat and moved away from the area to avoid being sucked into the whirlpool of the sunken ship.

After sailing for more than an hour, Wang Xingguo returned to the cargo ship and began to unload the collected goods.

In fact, the Japanese ships were half-full of stuff, including machinery, various small instruments, Western medicine, gauze, alcohol, and a lot of canned goods that we couldn't understand.

So Wang Xingguo felt that there wasn't enough stuff, so he sailed back to the dock and moved several warehouses at the docks, which contained rice, flour, and canned goods, before returning to the cargo ship to unload them.

After finishing everything, he returned to Hong Kong and made a phone call to inform them to pick up the ship.

Wang Xingguo hummed a little tune, released the Beetle car that had been confiscated last time, and drove towards Daimaru Trading Company.

He wanted to see if he could plant a few more Japanese soldiers.

When we arrived at the location, there were only two Japanese soldiers there. Since it was already 3 a.m., we missed the shift change, which was a real shame.

After finishing with the Japanese soldiers and emptying the Daimaru Trading Company's warehouse again, Wang Xingguo drove non-stop to Kowloon Wharf.

This is the largest privately owned British-owned wharf warehouse area in Hong Kong, a vast expanse of multi-story warehouses. Large quantities of wheat, rice, canned meat, milk powder, canned fruit, and biscuits transported by ocean-going ships are piled up here, making it the main distribution center for imported grains.

Wang Xingguo came here, of course to take some goods that my Great Qing had already paid for.

Since my Great Qing Dynasty has paid for it, Wang Xingguo feels it's perfectly appropriate no matter how he takes it.

By the time the alarm sounded, Wang Xingguo had already packed up his belongings, including more than a dozen trucks. He then threw the hundreds of different Japanese drivers and security guards into the sea and sailed away from Hong Kong in a fishing boat.

In Wang Xingguo's eyes, all Japanese soldiers are Japanese soldiers, and even if there are differences, aren't they still Japanese soldiers?

More than ten hours later, Wang Xingguo returned to Guangzhou and stored 95 percent of the goods in several huge empty warehouses. Without even leaving a message, Wang Xingguo simply opened the warehouse doors, knowing that someone would find out tomorrow, so as not to make his old boss clean up his mess.

Driving a right-hand drive car—a brand he'd just acquired that night and whose brand was a complete mystery—Wang Xingguo arrived at the train station.

With a wave of my sleeve, I leave without taking away a single cloud.

Wang Xingguo didn't care how the supplies were transported; he wanted to rush home to be with his wife and children.

At 8 p.m. on December 3, Wang Xingguo returned to Beijing and hailed a tricycle.

"Driver, please go to Xiawazi Hutong, and please ride faster."

"Comrade, it's nighttime now, and it's almost eight kilometers to Xiawazi Hutong. I'll have to charge you six mao."

Wang Xingguo chuckled and said, "Master, do you think I'm a fat sheep? I used to drive a tricycle too, do you think I don't know how much it costs per kilometer? But I'll make an exception this time. If you hurry up, six cents is fine."

The driver wasn't embarrassed at all. He cheerfully said, "Alright, hold on tight. I, Hou San, am famous for my speed!"

Wang Xingguo thought of the Japanese cargo ship that sank into the sea and muttered to himself, "Thank goodness it wasn't a ship, otherwise I would have thought you sank fast..."

Half an hour later, Wang Xingguo returned to the entrance of Xiawazi Hutong, hailed a car, paid six mao (0.6 yuan) for the fare, and walked into the hutong.

When no one was around, he released a large sack containing shoes, fabric, canned goods, chocolate, various candies, biscuits, and pens for his family.

And so, Wang Xingguo carried the heavy sack back to Compound No. 15. When the security personnel saw him, they quickly arranged for someone to help him carry it back.

As they walked, Wang Xingguo asked, "Old Chen, has anything happened lately?"

Chen Baowei said cheerfully, "I won't tell you anything else yet, I have some good news to tell you. I heard that your sister-in-law is pregnant with her second child."

Wang Xingguo exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my god, is this for real?"

Chen Baowei replied, "It should be right. Your wife and the others said that they even asked the people at the trust store to take good care of your sister-in-law."

"Hahaha, this is really good news! Oh my, I'm so happy! Old Chen, you guys get ready, I'll bring a pig back tomorrow night, enough for everyone in the compound to buy half a pound of meat!"

Although Chen Baowei was pleased to hear this, he couldn't help but ask, "Director Wang, could I switch from buying meat to buying grain?"

Wang Xingguo asked, puzzled, "Old Chen, didn't you already take your family visit leave?"

Chen Baowei said somewhat embarrassedly, "We took turns taking leave to visit our families and also brought grain home, but we brought back too much, so we're a little short of food..."