I want to be a good person

"Baga, Baga your mother, Baga."

Zhang Aiguo cursed as he watched the most prosperous city in the Far East turn into its current horrible state. The blow to the national industrial economy was so severe that it took more than ten years to recover.

"Clap clap clap."

The tortoise shells in both hands fired. The bullets penetrated the dense rain curtain and penetrated into the bodies of the Japanese soldiers with white mist. The red streams gradually thickened.

The auspicious color on the land of China is longing for the devil's dedication.

"Well"

The little Japanese soldier, who had not yet completely died, expressed his dissatisfaction by stammering, saying, "This is picking peaches, and you just like to pick peaches."

It doesn't matter who the unconscious person is, looting is the most important thing.

Damn it, it is equipped with four box guns, what is going on?

Four box pistols were put together and at first glance they were all blued, showing that they were well maintained. It was hard to deny that. The damn sabers were still being polished every day.

He found a stack of French currency, a few silver dollars, forty or so bullets, and a dagger.

Damn, the banknotes faded after being caught in the rain and are sticky all over my fingers and palms. The quality is terrible.

The legal tender is poorly made and looks fake, is Shan project testing the waters?

Zhang Aiguo was also confused. He knew that the Japanese had done this and the amount was as much as 40 billion. In his previous life, he treated it as a joke to highlight the speed of the depreciation of the French currency.

The originator of the world counterfeit currency war was the British, who targeted the United States and caused severe inflation in the United States, but could not withstand the military failure.

Since then, counterfeit currency has become an important weapon of economic warfare and has flourished all over the world.

The intensity and cruelty of financial warfare are even no less than the smoke-filled war fronts.

With the end of the Battle of Wuhan in October, the war entered a stalemate phase, and Japan's fiscal revenue was stretched to the limit and its expenditures were insufficient to cover its income.

The circulation of legal tender dealt a heavy blow to the economic aggression launched by Japan. The economy, politics and military are inseparable.

Although legal tender was circulated in the concession, special or valuable commodities, such as strategic materials such as antibiotics, plasma, rubber, gasoline and diesel, as well as luxury goods and weapons, were still purchased with dollars or even gold.

The headquarters of the Shan Agency is in Shanghai. Why don’t we give it a try?

After thinking about it, I decided to put away the counterfeit currency. There was plenty of evidence to prove the atrocities of aggression against China. The Japanese pirates would never admit it and they were like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water. What could I do?

Yeah, so what!

Zhang Aiguo admired De San very much. With the halo of an art student, he did his job very seriously and professionally. At the end of the war, one-third of the British pounds on the market were counterfeit coins.

As for the falsification of various types of data, it is just a matter of statistical caliber, statistical methods, and sampling. Who would falsify it?

Eat carrots and worry less.

If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. It's better for ordinary people to live their own lives well, without worrying about food and drink.

Don't force yourself to participate in self-entertainment projects. They are not games for ordinary people at all. It's better to eat more chicken and gain a sense of accomplishment in electronic games, which can comfort your lost heart.

Tear open the man's wound and simply tie it up with gauze and cloth strips to stop the bleeding to prevent it from dripping.

He turned around and fired two shots into the air above the street corner to scare the police.

He wrapped him in the Japanese's shirt, carried him on his back and walked away.

The whistle and footsteps were heard five minutes later when the police appeared at the crime scene, each holding a gun and walking cautiously as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

His posture was very good, his attitude was correct, and he looked like a busy man.

When I ran out of the alley, I saw several rickshaws waiting for business.

Throw the injured man into a car and pull down the awning.

"Walk."

"Where are you going, sir?"

The first rickshaw driver asked with a smile.

"Take it first."

Zhang Aiguo threw out a silver dollar each.

"Brother, find a private clinic and have the brothers behind you check it out."

"Okay, but he charges a bit more, and red wounds are hard to treat."

"It's okay, let's go first."

"Sir, you are not in league with him, are you?"

"Oh, you can see that, that's amazing."

The driver smiled innocently and wiped the sweat from his wrist with the towel.

"The first one to run out was dressed very similarly to you, but different from you."

Xiang Xiang added, "We have been doing this for a long time and can roughly distinguish what kind of people are. Otherwise, we will do whatever we want. We all want to earn a few more coins."

The wish is real. There are top talents in every field. Hard work cannot change one's social class. Being able to make a living is a good thing.

The lower-class people have their own cleverness and are shrewd and cunning, but they mostly see immediate benefits.

"You are generous and not stingy. The material of your clothes is different."

"Okay, you are a good talker. I will give you a reward when we get there."

"Thank you, sir."

As soon as Zhang Aiguo entered the alley, he immediately changed his clothes without leaving any trace.

The rickshaws turned left and right, going through the streets and alleys, trying to avoid the patrolmen on the road.

Stimulated by the ocean, the car ran fast and steadily.

A low and dilapidated shantytown with winding roads, a bad smell in the air, and a relatively neat small courtyard with a wooden door.

The rickshaw driver stopped and said respectfully, "Sir, this is it."

"Here? Good."

There are masters among the people, whether it is traditional Chinese medicine, kung fu, or something else, Zhang Aiguo has deep respect for them.

The fear I felt as a child was astonishing to me, but the operating techniques of the older generation were so magical that they were hard to explain.

When the economy starts to get bad, metaphysics and feng shui will become popular. When Zhang Aiguo came in, he saw the man setting up the stall. He had three strands of white beard and looked like an immortal.

However, once the overall situation deteriorates and people accept the reality, they will stop struggling and will slowly slide down from one end to the other.

"Next, I'd like to trouble you two to help me carry it in."

Another two dollars came from the voluntary donation of the Japanese spies.

The purpose of giving them money is to keep them confidential, keep their mouths shut and buy time.

The three of them understood each other tacitly and each had his own purpose.

"Old Qin, it's time to receive the guests."

"What kind of guests are here? It's a pharmacy, there are no guests here, they are all patients."

A vicissitudes of life voice came, full of dissatisfaction, and the voice paused and stopped.

After a while, he shouted again impatiently.

"Why don't you bring it in quickly? You want me to come out and carry it."

"Yes, yes, right away."

There is a low adobe house with a few golden autumn chrysanthemums in full bloom in the yard, adding a touch of vitality.

As expected, it was a little old man who walked with a limp and was dressed neatly.

Following Zhang Aiguo's gaze, he dropped his eyes to his legs and explained in a low voice.

"Sir, we all go to him for medical treatment. He used to be the personal doctor of a warlord. After he stepped down, he was retaliated against and injured his leg. He can't do heavy work, so he had to go back to his old job."

The old man didn't say anything. He stretched out his hand to take the patient's pulse, then flipped over his eyelids and tore open the bandage.

"what"

"Old Qin, what's wrong?"

"nothing?"

He was very familiar with the driver and usually went to him for help when he had a headache or fever.

When Zhang Aiguo heard the other party's exclamation, he knew that his secret had been exposed. The methods of bandaging in the civilian sector were different from those in the military, but he did not intend to hide it.

This person has some skills.

"Red wound?"

Old Man Qin washed his hands with medicine and touched the wound.

"7.63, shot with a box rifle!"