Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

(Thanks to Teletubbies Green for the tip.

ps: Let me tell you brothers about the plot arrangement. I plan to write thousands of chapters for this book. It is not very explosive and it may not be harmonious, so I will write it at a slower pace.

The structure of this book is like this, thirty or forty chapters are about the war, and thirty or forty chapters are about the people's voice and so on. I think this alternating writing style can prevent fatigue. I used to read anti-Japanese novels, and the protagonist fought from beginning to end, which I found very tiring, so this alternating writing style can be regarded as a mutual adjustment.

Now this part of the public opinion segment is over immediately, and we are about to cause trouble for the Japanese. In the future, I will increase or decrease the war or public opinion plot based on everyone's opinions)

Zhuang Changshu quickly put his worries aside because he had to go into the city to carry a heavy load.

Zhuang Changshu was carrying a heavy load at the Yangtze River port. This time his mission was to deliver thousands of men's and women's leisure bicycles onto the cargo ship.

To be honest, when Zhuang Changshu heard the truck boss say that the cargo they were carrying today was bicycles, he felt terrible.

After finishing the work with great difficulty, he and the cargo boss sat by the wall for lunch break. Seeing the cargo ship full of bicycles leaving the station, he asked the captain with some envy: "More than 1000 bicycles, this shipload of goods is worth an ocean!"

The cargo boss laughed and said, "It's not dollars, it's dollars. This is a leisure bicycle for rich people, 80 dollars a piece. You're talking about a cargo bicycle, that's only 30 dollars."

"8... oceans!"

Zhuang Changshu's pupils trembled. He once again refreshed his understanding of the Julong Company. At the same time, he thought of what his father had done, and the uneasiness in his heart was once again aroused.

The boss didn't notice Zhuang Changshu's uneasiness. He took off his pair of rubber shoes, pulled out a piece of rag from his waist bag, and gently wiped the uppers of his shoes.

"Xiao Zhuang."

While polishing his shoes, he said, "I heard your daughter is getting married. When you go to the wedding, remember to call me. I want to share in your happiness. Don't worry, I won't let you down with the gift money!"

Zhuang Changshu didn't listen to what he said, but stared at the rubber shoes in his hand with burning eyes.

"Boss, your shoes..."

"This?"

The boss showed the rubber shoes to Zhuang Changshu.

"This is a new product in Longlong Store. The store owner said that this is a rubber sole, the same thing as car wheels. Americans all wear this. Wow, it is worthy of being called a car boot. It is very comfortable to wear! This sole is soft and durable, much better than straw sandals! I can walk 20 more miles wearing this shoe!"

Zhuang Changshu looked at his walking boots. Because he often did heavy work, his walking boots had a hole in them, and his big toe was exposed. Moreover, the soles were worn very thin, and even a small stone would hurt his feet.

He immediately stood up and wanted to go to the Longlong store next to the port to buy a pair of rubber boots.

Longlong Store has branches in various important places in the city, especially gathering points for people who do heavy work. Longlong Store’s labor protection supplies sell very well!

Zhuang Changshu walked into the Longlong convenience store and saw the rubber boots on the shelf at a glance.

There are several types of rubber boots, high-top, low-top, and long-tube ones, with hardened toes to prevent them from being smashed. Zhuang Changshu was dazzled by the sight.

His eyes stayed on a pair of black, high-top, hard-toed boots. He felt that these shoes were so majestic and impressive! Wearing these boots made people look taller.

These shoes are actually the military boots of later generations. They are also very good for working. The hardened toe can prevent being hit, and the raised rubber sole is both durable and can prevent sharp objects from hurting the legs.

Every pair of this thing is lovingly hand-kneaded by the Japanese soldiers, and the production volume is not high. Li Qinwu will first put this thing into the civilian market to see if it works. If there is no problem, he will build a production line to mass-produce equipment for the Punishment Army.

Zhuang Changshu held a pair of boots in his hands and looked at the price: 60 copper coins.

It’s so expensive! But… I want it!

He stood there hesitating for a long time, took out his purse and looked inside. The copper coins and small-denomination legal tender inside could make up 60 copper coins.

Bought!

Zhuang Changshu came to the counter with the boots.

"Boss, I want these shoes."

The boss looked up at him and said indifferently, "Not for sale."

Zhuang Changshu was stunned. He had finally made up his mind, so why wasn't he selling it?

"why!"

Without even looking up, the store manager placed the copper coins he had received today on yellow paper, bundling them into a pack of 100.

"Because you are from Ergou Village, all of you in Ergou Village are on the blacklist of Longlong Store. Longlong Store refuses to sell goods to Ergou Village!"

Zhuang Changshu’s face turned pale. Here it comes, revenge has come, but how does a shop owner in the city like him know him?

Even if Longlong Store targeted people from Ergou Village, it is impossible for every store manager to know everyone in their village, right? There are about 100 households and more than 500 people in their village.

"Get out! Your village doesn't even care about the face of our ancestors. You are a car thief. Longlong Store does not welcome you!"

The boss pointed at the door and spoke sternly.

There were many people carrying big bags in the store now, and many of them knew Zhuang Changshu. This made his face turn pale and blue, and he felt extremely humiliated. He ran out of the Longlong Store as if escaping.

Before he had walked far, he heard several co-workers who knew him asking the boss what was going on. The boss loudly told them what happened in Ergou Village, and Zhuang Changshu ran even faster.

He ran all the way to the street by the dock, his face turning purple and red. He felt like a thief and was quite ashamed. But those shoes were so good and he wanted them so badly!

He felt that the owner of the convenience store he had just visited must have seen him and knew his background. It was impossible for all convenience store owners to know him, so he planned to change to another one.

So he walked to the rickshaw repair station one mile away from the port. Rickshaw drivers rented rickshaws in the morning to pick up people and came back here to return the rickshaws in the evening. Based on the principle of making life a little better for the grassroots people, Li Qinwu also opened a Longlong convenience store here.

Before entering the convenience store, Zhuang Changshu took a glance at the rickshaw station and found that one-third of the rickshaws there were produced by the Julong Company. He wondered in his heart, has the Julong Company already cooperated with the rickshaw pullers?

After entering the store, Zhuang Changshu felt inexplicably nervous. He lowered his head and walked quickly to the shelf, picked up a pair of high-top rubber boots that matched his size, and walked up to the boss.

"Boss, I want this."

He took out 60 copper coins and put them on the table, and deliberately turned his head away.

However, the boss sitting behind the desk just glanced at him and said, "Not for sale!"

Zhuang Changshu's eyes widened and he looked at the shop owner in disbelief.

"Why!"

The shop owner rolled his eyes and thought to himself, “You kid just went to the shop near the port, and the boss there told me about it through mind sharing. Do you think no one will recognize you if you change shops?”

"Because you are from Ergou Village, all of you in Ergou Village are on the blacklist of Longlong Store. Longlong Store refuses to sell goods to Ergou Village!"

Same words, same reasons, Zhuang Changshu looked at the boss in disbelief.

"You, you, you...you know me?!"

The boss looked disdainful.

"You are Zhuang Changshu, the son of the village chief Zhuang Youtian. It was your father who gathered the villagers to sell cars on the black market. Do you need me to tell you?"

Zhuang Changshu walked out of Longlong Store in a daze. He looked back and saw that the boss had posted something like a notice at the entrance of the store.

He was illiterate and didn't know what was written on the notice, but when he returned to the port to work in the afternoon, everyone looked at him with strange eyes.