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Chapter 53 Meeting Tomorrow
The following day, at the Shanghai Municipal Government Building, in the office of the Director of the Economic Department.

Chen Yang had just entered his office and hadn't even had time to put down his briefcase when his secretary, Li Ningyu, followed him in.

"Sir, let me report on your schedule and work arrangements for today."

"You need to go to the supply warehouse this morning to verify the status of the supplies that have been put into storage with Minister Liu of the Logistics Department of the Peace and National Construction Army."

“Originally, this was the job of the Tongji Office Director, but the position is currently vacant. Deputy Director Feng doesn’t know much about these things, so it’s still up to you to take charge.”

Chen Yang nodded slightly and said, "That's no problem. Secretary Li, please confirm the time with them, around what time we'll meet at the supplies warehouse."

Li Ningyu nodded and quickly took out a pen to make a note on the back.

Immediately afterwards, Li Ningyu respectfully said, "At two o'clock this afternoon, Commissioner Xie Fukuan of the Sui-Jin Commissioner's Office of Zhejiang Province will come to your office to report on the collection of materials in Zhejiang Province last year."

"I'll also confirm the shipment time of the supplies with you."

“Secretary Xu even called me this morning to confirm it again.”

“The major institutions in Nanjing have just started operating, and various processes require financial support.”

"Alright," Chen Yang waved his hand impatiently, "I don't need you to remind me about things inside the government."

"Is it two o'clock in the afternoon? I'll be waiting for him here then."

"Secretary Li, please go and arrange the supplies warehouse first, and bring in the list while you're at it. I'd like to take a look so I have a better understanding of the situation."

Li Ningyu bowed slightly, then turned and went out to prepare the materials.

Chen Yang flipped through the documents on the table; the Economic Department had only been working for a short time.

This contains various reports submitted by the first and second departments below.

To put it simply, the work of these two departments is that one receives supplies internally and the other sends supplies externally.

The work itself isn't very complicated, but the process is quite tedious, and the things that need to be prepared are also very complex; all the numbers need to be absolutely accurate.

These jobs, which others might find incredibly boring, are Chen Yang's favorites. To him, these cold, hard numbers are as simple as one plus one.

What his system needs most right now is a large amount of data from the Republican era to support and feed it, in order to improve the system's computing power...

Don't doubt it, once big data takes shape, the system's computing power will be terrifying.

Let alone the transportation of supplies, it's even possible to predict the outcome of a war from the loss of supplies...

After waiting for a while, Li Ningyu brought in the detailed list of supplies from the Logistics Department of the Peace and National Construction Army.

Chen Yang nodded, gesturing for her to put the supplies list aside.

Chen Yang finished reading all the reports in just ten minutes. Looking at the material allocation list in his hand, he suddenly had a brilliant idea...

Is it possible to infer the normal structure of a military unit by observing the inflow and outflow of supplies and daily wear and tear?

I tried to simulate and extrapolate the successfully entered data, but the prompts in my mind were a series of errors.

In other words, it's not scientific to deduce from this alone. There is data on how much was used, how much is left, and how much is normally lost.

Furthermore, there's a pattern to the supplies they receive and the supplies they request each time; if this is all wrong...
Chen Yang slapped his head, cursing himself for being foolish. Even with such detailed data, it was indeed difficult to make a judgment because data is created by people. He could trust that the data wouldn't lie, but he overlooked the fact that people can lie.

Of course, this doesn't mean someone lied to him, but rather that manipulated data was deceiving him. The reason is simple: he overlooked the most important point from beginning to end—these officers also possessed a crucial skill: exploiting their soldiers and receiving salaries without working.

Therefore, this data should not be based on the losses incurred during entry and exit, but rather on the number of personnel to infer the results.

Take the current Peace and National Construction Army as an example. Originally, it was Zhang Lanfeng's 13th Army. After entering Shanghai, it added three security regiments, and the Japanese side also sent several military advisors.

According to the logistics department's report, the total number of people is 14,219.

Using their losses as a model, adding the normal loss ratio, and then adding the logistics department's material details, we can obtain the normal losses of the Peaceful National Construction Army, as well as some excess losses.

Then, this model was applied to the 107th Division under Qi Xieyuan, which was about to launch a campaign to clean up rural areas, and the two security regiments that were cooperating with the operation.

The initial data was clearly incorrect regarding the losses, showing an increase of 15% compared to normal losses.

Chen Yang adjusted the data several times and tried several times until all the data in his mind finally matched.

Beep beep beep, three seconds later, a long, detailed breakdown diagram of weapon and personnel configuration, supplies and other equipment appeared in my mind.

Chen Yang copied down all the information, and after a brief consideration, he added a note on the last page stating that the data was for reference only.

After finishing everything, Chen Yang got up, picked up his briefcase, walked to the door, and said to Li Ningyu, who was working in the office across the street, "Secretary Li, please inform them to arrange a car to take me to the supplies warehouse."

In Shanghai, on Dingpan Road, on the second floor of a residential building opposite the headquarters of the Peace and National Construction Army.

Outside the window, dusk was falling, and the clanging of trams could be heard in the distance. On the second floor of a house, a tall figure entered the room, took off his hat, quickly walked to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain, and looked across at the Peace and National Salvation Army Headquarters, which had the words "Peace and National Salvation" hanging on the wall.

At this moment, a long line of heavy trucks was waiting at the entrance, slowly driving inside.

"Where have all these supplies been sent?" the man asked, puzzled. Since early this morning, the Peace and National Construction Army had been continuously transporting supplies out.

According to his records, the amount of supplies transported today must be over a thousand tons.

Are all these supplies being sent to the Japanese at the front lines?
After glancing at his watch, the man sat down next to the room's public address system and expertly switched the radio's frequency.

A moment later, the sound of the "Broken Bridge" excerpt from the Yue Opera "The Legend of the White Snake" came over the loudspeaker.

The scenery of West Lake remains unchanged.

With a gentle and lingering opening line, the actress playing Bai Suzhen's singing skills are truly superb, instantly giving the impression of someone who has been abandoned by men dozens of times.

After a song finished, a female announcer's voice came over the loudspeaker: "The classic Yue Opera piece 'The Legend of the White Snake' has finished playing. Thank you for listening. Next up is a prose poem recitation."

The man listened intently to the broadcast, taking notes of key information.

This method of transmitting intelligence puts a great strain on the speed and reaction time of intelligence personnel.

As a seasoned intelligence liaison, the man held his breath and dared not miss a single word.

In just a few minutes, a prose poem was finished being read, and the crackling sound of electricity came from the radio.

The man walked to the calendar on the wall, lifted it, and gently pushed it against the wall, causing a small box to pop out from below.

The man took out the codebook inside and compared it with the information he had previously recorded, quickly deciphering its meaning.

"There is urgent intelligence at Dingxiangji, second floor, at noon tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)