1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

"That's right, damn traitor, he got what he deserved." "Indeed, damn traitor."

"Let's see who dares to be a traitor in the future."

Two top officials of Manchukuo, who were considered by many people to be real high-level traitors, were here scolding traitors. The scene was really a bit weird.

Forget it, don't worry about these details.

Hu Shi was just the most ordinary traitor who posed the least actual harm, so his death was nothing to worry about, and everyone quickly focused their attention on the real business.

That is, to take inventory of property and supplies. Who gave them?

Of course, it was the more harmful traitor—the one sent by Chiang Kai-shek through Zhang Xueliang!

In the Battle of Rehe, the National Army suffered a crushing defeat. In order to prevent Peking and North China from being taken away in one fell swoop, the Chiang Kai-shek government urgently sent He Yingqin to ask for peace from His Royal Highness Prince Kanezane of Hachimangu Shrine. After "difficult" negotiations, the two sides secretly signed a peace treaty.

In addition to apologizing, handing over the murderer, ceding Rehe, demilitarizing the Great Wall defense line, etc., the most important thing is that the National Government needs to pay a large amount of compensation directly to Manchukuo instead of Japan.

Now, Chen D came in person on behalf of Manchukuo to receive this batch of "compensation", while Wang Yaqiao came here for routine supervision and to set up intelligence points in Rehe and Peking.

As the two were talking, someone came up on horseback with the news: "Brigade Commander! The Northeast Army's convoy has arrived!"

"Hello, everyone, hello..."

A young Northeast Army general bowed and nodded to Chen Dai, Wang Yaqiao and others, his attitude respectful as if he was looking at his own father who could be beaten to death with a stick;

He first looked enviously at the well-equipped, well-organized, and imposing thousand-plus troops behind Chen Kang, then said cautiously:

"I...I am from the Northeast Army..."

"Alright, alright."

Chen Kang waved his hands impatiently and said in a rough voice:

"I don't care where you're from, I only care where the compensation is." "Here, here... Boss, the convoy behind me is all here, please count them..."

Although Chen Kui had a bad attitude and even refused to listen to his introduction and self-introduction, the Northeast Army general did not dare to get angry. Instead, he felt that this was what he deserved.

If a powerful army that can capture Chengde with only a hundred men and defeat hundreds of thousands of nationalist troops with only ten thousand men still speaks in a friendly manner, can it still be called a powerful army?

Oh, why is my luck so bad?

If I had known this earlier, I would not have come to Tianjin but would have stayed in the Northeast.

After all, I also graduated from the Japanese Army Academy and have some kind of relationship with that prince!

"Well, lead the way and introduce it to me!"

Chen Ying walked over with his chin held high, and began counting with the collection team. He left the easy items like gold, silver, silver dollars, US dollars, and British pounds to his subordinates and the Ministry of Internal Affairs' disciplinary inspection and supervision personnel, while he and Wang Yaqiao began counting the more difficult items.

For example, a jade ring:

"Tsk tsk tsk...it's a good thing...but it's a bit troublesome to sell...how much is it worth?"

"100 dollars!"

"Oh, record! 100 dollars!"

Big brother, that's a top-grade jade ring from the Iron Hat Wang family, it's worth at least 1000 dollars!

"How about this vase?" "Well, fifty dollars, right?"

That's an official kiln from the Song Dynasty! It must be worth at least 800 dollars! "What is this thing?"

"Natali chamber pot, huh? I don't know who it is." "How much is it worth?"

"5...10 oceans?"

That is..

The officer was too tired to complain.

In the eyes of Wang Yaqiao and Chen Kang, these extremely expensive jewels and antiques seemed like garbage. They looked down on them and gave extremely low valuations to offset the compensation.

Obviously, this was intentional.

Fortunately, as Zhang Xueliang's trusted military officer, Sun Mingjiu had been told by his master before he came that if the Manchukuo side lowered the price, he should let them do so and never make any excuses.

Anyway, we have gained enough from the Manchus this time, so let them take advantage of us. As long as the 386th Brigade does not move south, does not threaten the Great Wall defense line and Peking, and does not embarrass Zhang Xueliang, it will be fine!

Of course, in addition to this, Sun Mingjiu was very clear about another reason why he was sent here - paying compensation was too embarrassing, so someone like him who was young, smart and thick-skinned was the right person to do it.

In short, after a lot of "difficulties", a truckload of jewelry and jade worth at least 50 oceans was appraised at a full 3 oceans.

Chen Wei is quite kind:

"...Let's make a concession and add an extra 1, so it'll be 4 yuan. Is that okay with you, brother?"

"No objection, no objection."

Sun Mingjiu, who is not even 24 years old yet, smiled:

"Whatever the commander says is what it is. Don't worry, Zhang... my commander also said that the extra amount should be given free of charge, even if it is compensation for the harm caused to the Northeastern people due to his lax supervision of his subordinates."

Chen Ying and Wang Yaqiao looked at each other.

Hey, this guy looks young, but he is actually quite clever, smart and friendly!

No wonder Zhang Xueliang sent him out.

Then how about...

After a few glances, Chen Wang and Chen Wang came up with a plan. The former continued to count, while the latter climbed onto Sun Mingjiu's shoulders and walked aside.

"Brother, I don't know, what's your name?"

"Sir, you are too polite. My last name is Sun, Mingjiu. You can just call me Xiao Sun."

"Oh? Your name is Sun Jiu? Then we are really destined to be together. My name is Wang Jiu." "Uh... Commander, my name is Sun Mingjiu, which means "Ming" in Chinese. But I do know that we are destined to be together. It is truly a blessing. You can just call me Xiaojiu. I dare to call you Brother Jiu?"

"Hahahahahaha... Indeed, indeed, everyone calls me Ninth Brother..."

After a few words, the relationship between the two became much closer. Wang Yaqiao even handed the other party a Ma Zhanshan brand cigarette under the twitching eyes. After puffing for a while, he smiled and said:

"Xiaojiu..." "Brother Jiu, please tell me."

"We're all here to do things, and sometimes we have to offend some people and often get bullied. I think you should know that."

"I understand, I completely understand. We're all working for the higher-ups!" "Well, brother, I have something I want to ask you for a favor." "Oh, brother! What are you talking about?"

Sun Mingjiu patted his chest and said:

"Just tell me! I will do my best to do it!" "Hey, then I'll tell you."

Wang Yaqiao used his thumb to indicate the large amount of wealth behind him:

"You know, the actual price of these things is definitely a little higher than what we quoted. If we really sell them, the difference will be quite a bit..."

Sun Mingjiu's eyes lit up.

He knew what the other party was going to say.

"...It's troublesome and hard to sell them back to Northeast China, so we're looking for a trustworthy person to help us sell them in places like Peking and Nanjing. Brother, I took a liking to you right away..."

"No problem, brother! I'm familiar with Peking! Also, my eldest brother Zhang Xueming (Zhang Xueliang's younger brother) is in Hong Kong. If your stuff is really hard to sell, I can help you get it to Hong Kong! I'll definitely sell it for a high price!"

Hey, this guy is indeed a talent. Talented people should not be treated unfairly.

"Okay, okay, I, Wang Jiu, am so lucky to have you as my brother!" Wang Yaqiao slapped his thigh and said:

"Well, let's split the money 70% off the sale, you get 30% and I get 70%. How's that?"

"What are you talking about, brother! I don't want any money!"

"That won't do. That won't do. We follow the rules and don't let others do things for free..." "Brother..."

The two of them exchanged pleasantries and finally decided on a profit-sharing ratio of 2:8.

Originally, Sun Mingjiu only wanted 10%, but Wang Yaqiao criticized him for not thinking things through—"You don't want to get paid for all the work? Why don't you share some with your brothers?"

It would be a lie to say that Sun Mingjiu doesn't care about money, but he cares more about whether he can establish a relationship with the people from Manchukuo so that he can have a future.

Look, isn't this the connection?

The atmosphere became increasingly heated.

When Chen Kang came back, Wang Yaqiao and Sun Mingjiu had already discussed the details, such as which items should be shipped to which city in order to sell them at a high price and how to settle the accounts.

"Have you discussed it?"

"We've discussed it, Old...Wang, don't worry, Xiaojiu is efficient." Old Wang?

Alas?

This gentleman's surname is also Wang?

Wait, surnamed Wang, military uniform, can make the decision...

"...Brother, you are not...General Wang Yong, commander of the 386th Brigade?" "Haha, it's me."

"Oh! It's such a great honor to meet you! My ancestors' graves are smoking!" Sun Mingjiu was overjoyed.

Although I don't know Wang Laojiu's identity, but he can stand with the world-famous but little-known Brigade Commander Wang Yong and brag and chat with him on equal terms. He is definitely not an ordinary person!

This trip was really worth it! I got to know two big men from Manchukuo!

Sun Mingjiu was just planning to build some good relationships when a messenger from the 386th Brigade ran over. It looked like he wanted to report something, so he had no choice but to retreat away obediently.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Brigade Commander, we've intercepted several convoys near Chahar and Inner Mongolia. They say they're members of the Manchukuo royal family! They're going to Manchukuo to take up their posts! Seeking His Highness Kanezane!"

"Ah? What royal family?"

Chen Kang was stunned for a few seconds before he realized it was those guys.

At the end of August and the beginning of September this year, Shenyang held a "grand" auction. What was auctioned?

The auction of the numerous "noble titles" that Fujiwara no Kanezane verbally gave to Manchukuo, namely the so-called "Prince," "Prince of the County," "Beile," "Beizi," etc., of the Qing Dynasty. (252)

Well, it’s selling official positions and titles.

Regardless of whether Manchukuo would actually establish such a noble system, anyone with eyes could see that these purchased titles were definitely useless, but they were still popular with those Manchu survivors who always wanted to be superior to others.

So, they went back and collected a large amount of money, and under the deliberate inducement of the auctioneer, they spent the money like crazy, bringing a terrifying income to Fujiwara Kanezane and Manchukuo.

The titles of Prince Wen and Prince Wu, which were mentioned casually, had starting prices of only 2 and 3 taels of silver, but were sold at sky-high prices of 90 and 100 taels of silver respectively.

The starting price for the "Two-Character Prince" was only 1 yuan, but the four positions sold for a total of 80 yuan. The atmosphere was so enthusiastic and the demand was so high that His Royal Highness the Prince of Jianshi had to temporarily add four more positions on the spot and sold another 110 million yuan.

The positions of the twenty Beile and Beizi were not so popular, but they still fetched around one million yuan in total, not counting the millions of yuan and various gold, silver and jewels that the Manchus paid in advance as bribes to secure these positions.

The most terrifying thing is that the "Regent of Manchukuo", who had a certain degree of political participation and served as the "Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the Three Armies of Manchukuo" and could directly command an army of 500 people, was sold for a full 300 million yuan!

The person who took the photo was called Pu Jie. Judging from his appearance, it was possible that he had earned this money by selling valuable items from Prince Chun's mansion.

In short, the nearly 800 million in revenue made Fujiwara Kanezane slap his thigh and say: Damn it, the original price was too low!

However, I don't really regret it. I have no plans to honor the promise, and there's no way I'll even get a penny in salary. The worst that can happen is I'll just keep putting it off!

As a result, before Fujiwara no Kanezane could wait for the Manchu remnants to protest and find an excuse to deal with them, the "Northeast Homecoming Corps Massacre" broke out, followed by the "Rehe Victory" and the Kuomintang's request for peace.

Therefore, they took advantage of Zhang Xueliang and others to target all the "Manchukuo officials" staying in Peiping, took away their property and evaded the debt at the same time.

Everything was perfect...

But damn, Zhang Xueliang, what's wrong with you? You can't even do your job properly?

And he actually let someone escape?

Is this okay, little dog?!

Chen Kang and Wang Yaqiao both knew that Fujiwara no Kanezane had no intention of giving Man Yi a good time, so this was the first thought that came to their minds.

The two looked at each other again and immediately confirmed one thing:

No, we can't let these guys go back and cause trouble for Manchukuo and His Highness. Then the two of them started talking:

"What should I do then?"

"Did them?"

"Tsk tsk, I never thought a Communist with thick eyebrows and big eyes could have such a dark heart." "Bullshit, I saw through your thoughts at a glance. Anyway, I'll pretend I didn't see it. God knows, the earth knows, Your Highness knows, you know, I know, but no one else knows."

"Heh... idiot, idiot."

"How stupid?"

"You probably don't understand what oil-pressing from stone means... Okay, forget it. Leave it to me! Send a telegram to His Highness and let him know. If he has no objection, I'll do it my way."