The Bravest

Smith did not believe what Lin Jie said about the mass killings in German concentration camps. He thought that Lin Jie had fabricated some terrible rumors to intimidate him just to make him accept harsh conditions.

"Haha, civilized countries? Think about what you did to Germany after World War I. Think about how the current German leader came to power. You don't think his speeches are just talk! I can tell you that he has always done this."

Lin Jie's plain words brought great panic to Smith. He knew part of the leader's speech. That guy was simply a lunatic.

Smith didn't dare to determine how credible Lin Jie's words were, but based on the character of the leader, a massacre was not impossible.

"Mr. Smith, have you ever thought about why someone would entrust me to do these things, and why entrust me to do them now?" Lin Jie struck while the iron was hot and continued to attack Smith's psychological defenses in one fell swoop.

"Why?" Smith, in a trance, couldn't help but follow Lin Jie's rhythm.

"Have you ever wondered why they would suddenly spend so much money to get in touch with you? Is it just to give you a few more slices of bread?"

"Why? Isn't the cost paid by our family? Who are you talking about?" Smith asked Lin Jie hysterically.

"Haha, even if your family has money, they are in the United States. But this is China. Can the money be sent over? So I think this has something to do with political propaganda and diplomatic mediation. Of course, this is just my personal judgment."

The more complicated Lin Jie made the matter sound, the more Smith thought about it. He even considered whether the U.S. government had come under pressure from public opinion and had reached some shady agreement with the Japanese in private, and then, through layers of entrustment, ensured that the detained British and American personnel would not be massacred on a large scale.

"No, this is impossible!" Smith's face turned pale and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Lin Jie was secretly happy, knowing that his strategy had worked. However, Lin Jie did not dare to continue to scare Smith, after all, after driving the Japanese away in the future, he might still cooperate with him. So Lin Jie began to ease the tense atmosphere.

"There may be other possibilities, but in any case, the client is definitely doing this for your own good, and I am just trying to earn my hard-earned money, so I will definitely not do anything that is detrimental to you. Don't you agree, Mr. Smith?"

"Okay, let's distribute it according to your plan! What about the others?" Smith had seen big scenes before, and he quickly figured out the key point. No matter how he thought about it, it would not change the fact that he was now imprisoned in a concentration camp.

Besides, since Lin Jie could improve his treatment here, it meant that his life was definitely protected. As for who would pay for it, it was no longer up to him to decide. In that case, why would he want to do that? Wouldn't it be enough to just cooperate?

Obviously, these funds were provided by the Military Control Commission, and Lin Jie could arrange them on his own without consulting Smith. Why did he have to make it so complicated out of nothing?

This has to be said that Lin Jie was cautious enough. The plan he and Lao Zhou came up with was to execute the fake as if it were real. Whether it was Lin Jie contacting the fake client Lao Zhou or Lin Jie negotiating with Mr. Smith, it was all executed as if this fictitious thing really existed.

This was done entirely to protect Lin Jie, making the Japanese think that Lin Jie was just a commissioned person and that it was justified for him to get paid to do the job. Gangcun and others would not suspect that Lin Jie had any other motives.

After getting Smith's consent, Lin Jie was ready to answer his other questions: "Mr. Smith, since the allocation plan has been decided, I will continue to answer your next question."

"Okay, Mr. Lin, I want to know how long this expense can last. Can you guarantee that the guards here will enforce the agreement we reached?"

Now these are what Smith should care about. Lin Jie has already received the money, so he won't just bring him two small bags of cakes and a pack of cigarettes. Smith thought so, and involuntarily took up the cigarette, opened it and took out a cigarette: "Mr. Lin, do you have a lighter?"

"Oh, yes." Lin Jie took out a lighter and lit Smith's cigarette, then he took out one and lit one for himself.

Smith's eyelids twitched as he watched Lin Jie's actions: This is his own cigarette. Although Lin Jie brought it in, he hasn't smoked it for more than two years. I didn't feel it when I didn't have it, but now that I have it, I feel that each one is very precious. This means every time I smoke one less cigarette, it means one less cigarette.

After Lin Jie finished lighting the cigarette, Smith could not wait to ask Lin Jie for a lighter, and put the unpacked cigarettes on the coffee table into his pocket. After all, these were his treasures, and he couldn't let Lin Jie waste them.

Lin Jie didn't care. He sat leisurely on the sofa, took a deep puff of cigarette, and then slowly exhaled the smoke.

"Mr. Smith, the money I got this time can last for three months. During these three months, I will come to check on you every week. I will purchase and provide you with daily necessities. The guards here have been bribed and will not deduct anything that belongs to you. You can rest assured."

Hearing that Lin Jie would come every week, Smith felt relieved. Since Lin Jie wanted to cooperate for a long time, he would not lie about this matter. However, while Lin Jie was still here, Smith made another request without hesitation.

"Mr. Lin, in addition to improving my accommodation and food, I also need to get some medicine. You should understand that the medical conditions here are basically non-existent."

"Mr. Smith, your request is too high. I can't meet it. But I can guarantee you basic medical care."

Lin Jie's meaning was very clear. He could guarantee that Smith would not die. Don't even think about using the medicine to help others, even if you pay him. Because Lin Jie's original intention was not to make money, he came to gain the friendship of Europeans and Americans. If Smith did all the good things, wouldn't Lin Jie's work be in vain?

"Mr. Lin, you are charging money for the job anyway, so why not?" Smith asked puzzledly.

"Mr. Smith, you don't know that the war has been going on for so long that Shanghai has basically been cut off from the West. Medicines are strategically controlled materials. Buying them privately will result in death. How about I bring you some Chinese medicine?"

Lin Jie's words made Smith very angry. It would be fine if he didn't want to help, but what was the point of bringing some Chinese medicine? Not to mention Chinese medicine practitioners, there wasn't even a Chinese person here. Was he going to make tea with the Chinese medicine?

"Forget it, Mr. Lin, let's talk about other people. Do you think we can do the same if we need it?"

"Yes, Mr. Smith, this is what the client wants. I want to go a step further. Mr. Smith, can you help me select ten people who are able to pay the fees? I can advance the money so that they can enjoy the service in advance."

"Really?" Smith's eyes lit up. He was taken care of alone, and he must want his compatriots to live a little better.

"Of course, business only makes a profit when it grows bigger. If I only serve you, it can be said that I won't make any money. Do you understand what I mean?"

Smith was originally a businessman, so he certainly understood that Lin Jie used most of his money to bribe the Japanese, so it was believable that Lin Jie said that he would not make money, but if he succeeded in getting ten people, then Lin Jie would make a lot of money. Because the relationship has been established, he only needs to maintain the situation in the future, and the cost will certainly not be that high.

"Mr. Lin is indeed a shrewd businessman, but I want to ask, what can I gain by doing this?"

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