I want to be a good person

The world of Japan is also full of ghost stories.

If you eat something, you will feel guilty about it; if you take something, you will feel guilty about it.

People who like fun watch fun, and the more they watch, the happier they become.

Several suspects were taken away for interrogation individually. Knowing that they were not having a good time, I clapped my hands together to show my satisfaction and encouraged them to keep working hard!

May all your wishes come true and everything will be as you wish.

The cabin is divided into four cargo holds. Zhang Aiguo is looking forward to both dark and daybreak.

The waves on the ship dissipated as the bow of the ship cut through the waves. It was none of my business and I just ignored it. People have human feelings and ghosts have ghost feelings.

In January 1941, as part of strengthening the wartime system, Japan began to integrate three bills of shipping administration, namely the "Maritime Business Law", "Maritime Small Transport Law", and "East Asia Shipping Co., Ltd. Law", and proposed them for approval at the 1th parliamentary session.

Since then, through the establishment of East Asia Shipping Co., Ltd. in May 1939, it gradually controlled the shipping industry. The confident Greater East Asia Economic Circle was nothing but a bloody plunder.

The Japs' newspapers only reported good news and never bad news. They described the battlefield with great strides and frequent good news, and the stories were written in brilliant colors.

In general, the jihad situation has been improving over the long term. There is no mention of the economic difficulties and the quagmire of war. It is 100% positive energy, and it is struggling to maintain the fanatical hearts of the people.

Putting down the latest Japanese newspaper in my hand, I inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity.

I rubbed my eyes and confirmed again that it was a Japanese newspaper.

That’s right, although it looks a bit like Chinese characters, it can only be said that the disciple is better than the master.

Life is very difficult for the Japanese at the bottom of society.

The Japanese yen in the space is scattered, and dozens of families can't collect less than 4000 yuan. Damn, who are they looking down on?

The average amount is less than 100 yuan. From the information I received from conversations, many people have sold their properties and flocked to East Asia’s largest gold rush paradise.

The military police and policemen had only a watch, a bastard box, a 26-style revolver, and three dollars on them, so they were not rich.

The basic salary of the military police is more than 50 yen per month. Compared with the army idiots, it is definitely a high-paying job.

In the previous life, in a second-tier city with the same profession, one could achieve 0.05 of the small goal no matter how wealthy one was, otherwise he would be a loser!

I don't mind having money, you bastard, everything is about money.

"Want to have a drink with us?"

The security guard on the freighter ran over and said excitedly.

Damn, this is my food.

Well, it's a good opportunity to find out what's on the ship.

"Is that what you meant?"

"No, our section chief asked me to invite you."

“It’s such an honor.”

He stood up and took a step, but the security guard did not move.

Zhang Aiguo slapped his head and said apologetically, "It's really fate that we meet here. I should take out another bottle of wine to celebrate."

"Oh, you're so welcome."

He kept refusing but his feet didn't move at all.

If you want something, you must give something. There is no love without reason, and there is no hate without reason.

"Let's go."

"I'll lead the way."

He reached out and took the sake bottle.

"We need some more food."

Bread, pickles, canned fish.

"I'm Otaniichiro. Sorry to bother you. Please take care of me."

"Oh, I'm Shigeichi Iwase, thank you for your generosity, please take a seat."

Four people knelt down one by one, and the food was laid out, including some dried fish.

"Wow, today's food is very rich, thank you, Mr. Dachu."

Iwase Shigeichi was in high spirits. It seemed that the abundance of food made him very satisfied. His mouth was almost split open from his ears, like a bloody mouth.

"Please allow me to introduce you. This is the chief officer, Murata Shigeru."

The Japanese soldier who was called smiled and nodded.

"This is the officer Masamichi Sakatani."

"Please take care of me."

"Come, let's drink to His Majesty the Heavenly Locust."

"Onboard."

"The second cup is for the Greater East Asia Holy War."

The Japs' wine tasted very bad. Zhang Aiguo pretended to enjoy it, but his words and actions were inconsistent, and he felt even more uncomfortable.

"Everyone, let's get started."

The smacking sound of chewing, the slurping sound of drinking, and the sizzling sound of savoring the food sound like the whispers of the devil.

In addition to feeling awkward, he also felt irritated. Zhang Yuanguo quickly picked up the cup to divert his attention.

"Here's to a long career in office for all of you."

"Thank you."

"Section Chief Iwaso has a good chance of being promoted to vice-chairman."

"Really? Then we should have a drink."

"Thank you. If this shipping goes well, Minister Terauchi will promote me."

After three rounds of drinks, before drinking, I belonged to the world. After drinking, the world belonged to me.

Iwase Shigeichi was full of enthusiasm. Wow, promotion was a sure thing. He was so awesome that he was about to break out of Asia.

As a bystander, Zhang Aiguo's attitude when he first arrived was that he was separated from the world and maintained awe and distance.

As concerns and anchors increase, there is no way back and the only thing to do is to move forward.

"Minister Terauchi is very impressive."

"Yes, I heard that he will be promoted soon. The company's business is increasing, and he will be promoted to the head of the department soon."

"Congratulations, Yan Shu-kun. Please take care of me in the future."

Zhang Aiguo was flattering him.

"Very well, Mr. Big Pig, what are you?"

"I?"

"Yes, most people can't afford first-class sake. It's 12 yen per liter."

"Hui Yan, I'm doing some business. I have a way to get tung oil, flour and other agricultural products from the Kuomintang-controlled areas and resell some goods."

"Yeah, I think we can work together."

"The military's control is very strict. Can we circumvent it?"

"We have the final say on shipping. It's no problem to add a few dozen tons of cargo. As you know, there is a shortage of many materials in China, so we don't have to worry about sales."

"Would that be possible?"

"Don't worry, we are a state-owned enterprise, and everyone does this. Otherwise, how can we have money to move up?"

This is a bit like a county magistrate in the government. If you don't take it, I can't take it. How can the commissioner take it? How can we make progress?

But I really want to improve!

"We are Haiyuan. We are responsible for the coastal waters from Japan to Tianjin, Guandong Province, Qingdao, and Shanghai. We also manage the shipping between northern and southern China. We have a total of 16 offices."

With a proud look on his face, Shigeichi Iwase did not hide his desire to make money at all.

“Will someone be jealous of us?”

Zhang Aiguo seemed nervous and asked cautiously.

"Don't be afraid. The executive is the uncle of the temple director. They are all doing business."

According to the specifications, it is at most an insider trading case.

Routine, it’s all fucking routine.

Choice is more important than effort.

"In this case, the ship is also loaded with supplies."

"Hiss, this."

When it comes to privacy, the other party suddenly becomes speechless, triggering the bottom line of warning.

"I'm sorry for being so abrupt. Please forgive me. I'll drink this cup."

He raised the glass and drank it in one gulp, and then stopped abruptly, catching everyone off guard.

"Big Pig, this is our first time. We may have to start small. Trust is built up little by little. We need to be patient. I'm sorry."

Zhang Aiguo immediately thought about it and realized that they were probably looking for a suitable candidate, that is, choosing a white glove to show up in public.

The way he dresses, the price of high-quality sake, and his generous attitude of sharing make him a suitable candidate. I am really testing him today.

It's a pity that I don't have this interest, so I can't let the Japanese get away with it.

Those who sell their ancestors for fame and fortune will sooner or later be struck by lightning and have no descendants!

God knows what you did!