I want to be a good person

"add!"

"Really add money?"

"Must add."

"Okay, in that case, I'll give in and make it $100,000. This is not too much, right? I gave you a discount, brother."

"We acknowledge Captain Wu's kindness, and we also know that it is not easy to form a team."

"Look, isn't it all done if we understand each other?"

"I…"

Zhen Renyi wanted to speak but was stopped.

Well, this is another person who will be reincarnated, a rights holder who spreads the disease through X. Just like AIDS, it will lead to a decrease in system immunity, and it will be over sooner or later.

"Then please take a break, Captain Wu. I will deliver it tonight at the latest."

"Okay, then I'll be waiting for your good news. Goodbye."

He hung up his saber, put the seven-tone gun into the holster, and strode away.

"Stay, everyone, stay."

In fact, no one wanted to send it.

The door of the conference room closed with a "bang", and the sound of palms slapping on the table sounded quite painful.

Zhen Renyi was furious.

"This is clearly an attempt to rip me off. This is too much!"

There were five or six people in the room, looking at each other in silence, all with their heads down, calculating their own plans.

"Commander, after all, we are here to pick peaches, and we are all sensible people. Moreover, Commander Wu has saved the lives of many people, so it is not easy for us to take action."

"Thank you, Chief of Staff. Do we really have to give this money?"

"You and the three families of the regiment commander are united, and you are related by marriage. Only those with soldiers have the right to speak. I think these more than a thousand people have a very good foundation, and their current equipment and supplies are not bad, which shows that they have put in a lot of effort. You have to understand."

After Chief of Staff Xie finished speaking, his eyes swept across everyone's faces.

"Hurry up and get in touch. You have to sacrifice to gain. When we expand into a brigade and then a division, the family will benefit a lot."

"it is good."

As the sky gradually darkened, Zhang Aiguo sighed as he received the three HSBC banknotes in his hand.

The country is poor and the people are impoverished, corrupt officials are everywhere, and they retreat to the southwest. They lose tariffs and salt taxes. How can the government, without money, fight the war?

Silver dollar diplomacy is what Chiang Kai-shek is best at. In the military field, he only has two titles: master of micro-manipulation and captain of the transport team.

If you want to be the boss, you must be able to support the people below you. Only if you have money can you be the boss. Otherwise, what’s the point of having people follow you?

The only thing they will do is print money. Severe inflation will lead to a decline in purchasing power and people will not be able to survive. The people and soldiers will have no choice but to choose one of the two. Even the literati who have lost their integrity are full of expectations. History has inertia.

"Let's go, don't see me off."

Zhang Aiguo said something meaningful to Chief of Staff Xie who was delivering the silver note.

Having a good father is the best choice, otherwise you have to be a white glove. Life seems to have many choices, but more often there are no choices.

A dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse's son will dig holes. Solidification is a wall made of concrete, and you still have to weigh the value of your own bones.

Leading a selected black horse, he prepared to leave quietly overnight.

"salute!"

There was a huge crowd of people, and the officers and soldiers lined up in four rows to see Zhang Aiguo off.

"Take care, brothers!"

"drive!"

Talking too much will harm the lives of the brothers below. Using one's own people and close people to discuss the birth of a false proposition.

As for my own promise, if you are not in the position to do so, you should not interfere in the affairs of others. No one can be responsible for someone's lifetime.

The wind is blowing hard and the earth is shrouded in darkness. Where should we go?

The transfer order required him to go to Hefei and serve as the director of a logistics agency because of his business background.

Let the horse run, but don't let it eat grass.

The luggage was packed properly. A corpse in the space was made up and dressed in a colonel's military uniform. It was a perfect stand-in. Wow, he probably never thought of dressing so well and carrying a knife and a gun when he was alive.

"Snapped!"

There was a gunshot.

The man on horseback fell headfirst.

"clap clap"

The gunshots were urgent.

Zhang Aiguo had expected this, but he still felt unhappy, even though it was a help to him and it was what he had expected.

Zhang Aiguo rolled into the ditch, holding his breath. Soon, he heard light footsteps in the distance.

"is it him?"

"check."

"This devil's saber is against Qiyinzi, and the warhorse is that one."

"let's go."

"What to do with the body?"

Thank God, thank space, the body is fresh.

"It's enough that the person is dead. You can't take other things."

"Look for the banknotes."

Several people searched.

"That's strange. Where's the banknote?"

"Has he ever been out?"

"I have been out."

"Then we should move it."

"What should I do if I can't find the banknotes?"

"Let's talk about it when we get back."

"Walk."

The leader turned and left.

"Clap"

The leader rushed forward without saying a word.

"What the hell is going on? Who would believe me if I didn't find the banknote?"

"You can't kill him, either."

"They are our own people. If something goes wrong, they will only target us."

"Yeah, if it were you, would you believe it?"

"What should I do?"

"The world is so big, there is no place that cannot be visited, let's go to Shanghai."

"Shanghai is the Japanese's world."

"What are you afraid of? You can make a living anywhere."

"Look at Captain Wu under your feet. He has given so much to the Party and the country, but to no avail? The people above don't care. In their eyes, we are worse than a pile of dog shit."

"Let's go."

The four men led the horses, picked up all the belongings and ran away. Life and death, money and wealth are a problem that no one can avoid.

I quietly watched all this happening in the dark. I couldn't say I was saddened by the death of the rabbit, but I was just saddened by the constant intrigue.

Assassinating a colonel is a very small matter. People die every day. The one who died was Wu Yougen. What does this have to do with Zhang Aiguo?

He was wearing a black cotton-padded jacket and trousers, a pair of cotton shoes, a felt hat, and was carrying a saddle bag on his back and pushing a wheelbarrow with two bamboo baskets on it, like a traveling merchant.

The certificates are easy to get and the management is chaotic, as long as you are willing to spend the money.

Wu Yougen is offline, and Zhao Jianguo is also offline. For safety reasons, the connection between the two must be cut off.

"Where did it come from?"

"Chuzhou."

"Why are you here?"

"The Japanese occupied Chuzhou on the 18th, and I escaped secretly."

"Come, go over there and register."

"What are you registering for?"

"Identity paper."

Grass, a soft piece of paper, the quality of the paper is worrying, even worse than straw paper. I still remember a piece of French currency. If it was damaged, I needed to pay a second police donation. It was put in a photo frame and it could probably be kept for a year or so. I could only carry it with me for more than a month.

The fleeing people crowded at the gates, gathered under the city walls, dragged their children and lived in small huts.

A few men dressed in decent clothes were selecting little girls. The so-called golden decade was only a decade for the foreigners and bureaucratic capital, and had nothing to do with ordinary people.

How similar, how similar, familiar scenes come to my mind. What is the difference between ten years ago and thirty years later?

Continuing on our journey, we arrived at Huoshan, located in the hinterland of Dabie Mountains. It is most famous for its Huoshan Dendrobium, ranked first among the "Nine Immortal Herbs of China", and its Huangya, one of the Three Huangs.

You can't tell the colors at the door, so you can only go around it. If you can't afford to provoke them, you can at least avoid them.

The authentic simplicity of history is gradually disappearing. Without the sense of responsibility, everything is done in a one-size-fits-all, simple, crude and direct manner.

The Japanese invaded western Anhui in the late summer of 1938, and it was still relatively safe at that time.

The road south is long, but we have to go on it no matter how long it is.

Being alive is a blessing!