Spy Wars: I can get rewards by being a bully!

Kitahara Ransuke was a shrewd and calculating man. As soon as he saw Saito's expression, he knew that he still had a grudge against him.

Come to think of it, if I encountered such a thing, it would not be able to let it go in a day or two.

I could only curse the person who set up the scheme in my heart. Not only did he ruin my actions, but he also affected my relationship with my colleagues.

Kitahara Ransuke stood up and walked to Saito, "Saito-kun, you're welcome, sit down, sit down."

The two of them sat on the sofa. Kitahara Ransuke took out a gold cigarette case, put a cigarette in his mouth, and handed one to Saito.

He then lit the lighter himself and lit Saito's cigarette.

Saito stood up in shock.

You know, the Japanese have a very strong sense of hierarchy, especially in the army. They know what to say and what not to say. Kitahara Ransuke's trick really touched Saito.

After refusing several times, Saito still lit the cigarette himself and held it in his hand without smoking much.

Kitahara sighed, "Saito-kun, His Excellency Matsuzaki Naoto has secretly ordered a new round of internal investigations. Although it may be difficult for you to accept what I said, in fact, the interrogation of you a few days ago was not a bad thing, but a good thing!"

Saito was already feeling a little upset, and when he heard Kitahara's words, he could hardly control his expression.

Good job on your grandma's legs!

Those are whips dipped in cold water, tiger benches, and chili water, one after another. It's a good thing, why don't you go and experience it!

Kitahara Ransuke didn't dare to keep it a secret and said quickly: "Saito-kun, think about it, this round of internal investigation will last for who knows how long. Before the investigation is over, I'm afraid it will be impossible for these people to get promoted. But you are different. You have withstood the interrogation. Even His Excellency Matsuzaki Naoto believes that you are innocent and loyal to the cause of the empire. In this way, as long as you make some more achievements, maybe your military rank will soon surpass mine!"

When Saito heard this, he thought it made sense!

But then I felt a little discouraged.

He had worked hard to climb up to the rank of captain, which made him at least a middle-level official in the gendarmerie headquarters, responsible for important work such as counter-espionage.

The results of it?

Isn’t it just that if you are beaten, then you are beaten?

Seeing that Saito was still dejected, Kitahara Ransuke took another drastic measure.

"Saito-kun, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the demand for clothes and food has increased a lot. Although the empire has included cotton cloth and food as military-controlled supplies, the higher-ups also know that where there is demand, there will be a market. Do you remember the East Wall and the black market that we banned?"

The black market behind the east wall was originally under the protection of Huang Tiancheng, who was blown to pieces.

Huang Tiancheng secretly made phone calls during the operation, which resulted in the organizers of the black market being wiped out by the Japanese. After that, the black market was never organized again.

Firstly, we are afraid that the Japanese will take further action, and secondly, it is becoming increasingly difficult to obtain supplies.

When Saito heard this, his heart started pounding.

What does Major Kitahara mean by this?

Could it be...

As expected, Kitahara Ransuke continued, "As soldiers of the Empire, we fight for the cause of the Empire, so we naturally cannot treat ourselves and our families badly. Saito-kun, I have a good friend, Mr. Miyamoto, who is a big businessman and has ways to get all kinds of supplies. I wonder if we can reorganize the black market at Dongqiang?"

Saito jumped up, saluted, and said loudly: "I will absolutely obey your orders! I am willing to do anything for you!"

Nonsense, with the support of the Military Police Headquarters, Japanese businessmen are getting supplies, how much money can they make from this?

Even the hatred for your father's murder or your wife's theft has to be put aside for now.

Business matters!

If this matter can be handled well, why would Saito still be a soldier? He can find an excuse to return to his country and become a rich man!

Kitahara Ransuke nodded in satisfaction, "Good, very energetic! I'll let Mr. Miyamoto meet you later, and you can find some reliable people to organize this black market."

Finally, Kitahara said meaningfully: "Saito-kun, please don't forget our mission. Everything we do is to pull out those enemies hiding in the dark and execute them one by one. Only when we catch more people can we have a higher status, and a higher status means everything! Compared with those, the business in the black market is just a drop in the bucket, do you understand?"

Saito nodded thoughtfully.

......

It's already late October and it's indeed getting colder.

You may still be able to wear light clothes at noon, but it is indeed a bit chilly in the morning and evening.

The poor people were worried.

In the summer, they often took their thick clothes to the pawnshop and exchanged the money for some food to live on.

But what should we do now?

Some people couldn't help but sigh.

Alas! How come I have lived till winter!

Lin Ze changed into a pair of shorts again, made himself up to look like an ordinary young man, and headed towards the Reclining Buddha Temple.

When we arrived at the dilapidated house, Tang Wan'er was still there.

Although she was still wearing tattered clothes, her complexion showed that her illness had been cured.

When he saw Lin Ze, he said in surprise: "Brother Zhen! You are here!"

The money left by "Brother Zhen" last time was put to great use. Not only did she buy some food, but she also got some medicine. Otherwise, it would be hard to say whether she would be alive today.

As the two were talking, a few children came back dejectedly.

When he saw Tang Wan'er, he said, "There are more beggars on the street! I've been running around all day and haven't gotten anything to eat."

The child who was speaking was still wearing a single piece of clothing, which could barely be called a piece of clothing, with several holes in the front. The child was shivering from the cold.

Tang Wan'er's eyes turned red and she lowered her head.

Lin Ze said: "You guys wait here, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, he went out and found a small house near Yiyuan in Guangdong Province. The door of the house was half open and a sign was hung there to cover it.

This is a privately run meat shop.

I pushed the door open and saw a middle-aged man. "Brother, I'm hungry after walking here. Do you have any food to share with me?"

It cannot be said that they buy. Nowadays, the business of Erhunpu is done as if it is doing good deeds. Those who go to eat there are all "passing guests". The money left by them is not called meal money, but a thank-you fee to thank others for their hospitality.

After saying that, Lin Ze took out a dollar and handed it to the man.

The man took it and whispered, "Sir, what would you like to order?"

"Beijing-style shredded pork with sauce, the wider the sauce, the better. With this much money, how much can you cook?"

When the man heard this, he thought it was a big deal and hurried to the kitchen to prepare it.

After waiting for a while, the man said the food was ready. Lin Ze lent him a lunch box and carried it into the dilapidated house.

When they got to a deserted place halfway through the journey, they took out another bag of corn flour.