Spy Wars: I have space, but I choose to work alone

When modern people watch photos and documentaries of World War II, they are always surprised to find that the Japanese army liked to catch chickens. Whenever they arrived at a place, the first thing they did was rush into the chicken coop to catch chickens.

It gives people the feeling that the Japanese army has a special liking for chickens!

On the one hand, people at that time had not yet mastered large-scale poultry farming technology, and chicken was a luxury item, with most people hardly able to eat it once a year.

On the other hand, the lives of the lower-level soldiers in the Japanese army were really miserable. The officers in the Japanese army at that time often reduced the supplies that should have been issued to the soldiers by one third in the name of practicing "hunger" to improve their ability to resist hunger.

The officers used the food money saved by the soldiers to eat and drink lavishly. That is to say, during the entire war, although the Japanese army was an invader and occupier, the actual food standard of ordinary Japanese soldiers was not very high, and they lived a very hard life. Some people say that if the soldiers are poorly paid, then the officers' salaries must be very high!

The answer is not high!

The salary of a local construction worker is about 117 yen per month, and the monthly salary of the Japanese army from sergeant to lieutenant ranges from 20 to 94 yen, which covers five military ranks.

Only senior military officers have higher salaries. Of course, the higher you go, the higher the salary. The salaries of major general, lieutenant general, and general are 417, 483, and 550 yen respectively.

But who among those who can be called senior military officers still lives on salary?

Some are ways to make money.

For example, the BAT company, which is now very famous in Shanghai, has successfully caught the eyes of many people.

First, the senior Japanese generals in Shanghai who had some influence put their relatives and friends in BAT companies.

From simply settling relatives to watching the trade volume grow higher and higher, it has become impossible to hold back.

The smart people within the Japanese army began to secretly sell some of the tung oil and bristles looted from the occupied areas through official channels to BAT at high prices to make huge profits.

After all, you can only make a little money by shipping it back to your home country, but you can earn several times more by selling it to foreigners!

If they were not afraid of getting discovered on the mainland if the business got too big, and had been controlling the scale, there would have been no chance for Wang Xingyun and his men to supply the goods, as the Japanese army was willing to cooperate.

Among them, Miki, the most arrogant one within BAT companies, is because his uncle is one of the leaders of the Central China Revitalization Society, the largest collection agency of the Japanese army in Central China, and is now an important partner of BAT companies.

Naturally, the Huazhong Revitalization Society was not satisfied with being a supplier and wanted to become a partner. No one dared to touch the shares of the Expeditionary Force Headquarters and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but what about the other one?

If it weren't for the American intelligence provided by Male Gun, Ma Liang would have either been eliminated or even disappeared mysteriously.

The Japanese army would not resort to such ridiculous tactics as taking off pants to fart.

"Fuck, these little devils can't tell the difference between a big boss and a small boss! Do you really think you can control me? If I don't teach you a lesson, you really think you are so awesome, right?"

After finding out the whole story, Ma Liang immediately started his counterattack plan. He took out his cell phone and made a call in a deserted place. He spoke for less than 30 seconds.

Just the next day, the Municipal Council in the concession, together with all the departments that could be named, including taxation, industry and commerce, and fire protection, sealed off BAT companies on various grounds, including tax evasion, incomplete documents, and unqualified fire protection.

BAT’s account at Citibank was frozen and all port cargo was seized.

As for when it will be lifted, why rush? Just wait! Follow the process!

How could a highly intelligent agent like Ma Liang not be on guard when working with the shameless Japanese devils who stabbed Guan Yu in the back?

When he founded BAT, he registered BAT in the United States, and cleverly chose the company's address in the British and American Concessions. Naturally, the company's financial transactions were conducted through Citibank.

As long as Ma Liang makes a phone call to Colonel Johnson, the seemingly thriving BAT company will suddenly be in dire straits.

The U.S. government's actions in dealing with its own companies are extremely reasonable and legal, and no one can find any reason to object.

As for why Ma Liang could mobilize America with just one phone call?

Colonel Johnson: I don't want to, but I have to.

In fact, after America bought the password from Ma Liang for the second time, he suspected that it was Jason Bourne's doing, trying to kill two birds with one stone.

If Ma Liang hadn't flexed his muscles appropriately for Colonel Johnson, the American agents might have been busy looking for Jason Bourne all over Shanghai and made him shut up forever.

America cannot guarantee that Ma Liang will not try to have three meals with one fish and become a scapegoat.

America, whose key points are controlled by Ma Liang, can only obey Ma Liang's orders to a certain extent, let alone set up its own company in the concession.

In the office of Director Harrison, the rotating chairman of the Concession Municipal Council, Shiro Inaba and Shinichi Kudo were visiting Harrison with a large box of "tea".

"Mr. Harrison, this is a little idea from our BAT company. I hope you can accept it!"

After several months of feasting and drinking, and being influenced by the smell of money, Shiro Inaba no longer had any of the demeanor of the cold-blooded elite spy who used to be a major. He now nodded and bowed like a complete businessman.

Harrison did not answer immediately, but casually lifted a corner of the tea box, and suddenly a familiar oily green object came into view.

"Gudong!"

Harrison's throat visibly rolled, and in just a moment, years of experience gave him the total:

"One hundred thousand dollars!"

Shiro Inaba breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Harrison was obviously moved.

"Damn white beast, you do all these things, isn't it for money? Why are you pretending to be noble?"

Harrison was indeed tempted. He could only earn 20 US dollars a year at most, and US dollars was enough to impress him.

But thinking of the phone call he received yesterday, Harrison closed the tea box with great fortitude, and his face immediately regained its dignity, cursing:

"Who do you think I am? Please leave!"

Nani, why don't you follow the script?

Looking at Harrison who suddenly turned hostile, Shiro Inaba was a little confused. He was obviously attracted to him, so why did he suddenly turn hostile?

"Mr. Harrison..."

"Please leave my office!"

Harrison was non-negotiable.

Inaba Shiro was an old spy after all. Seeing that the conversation was going nowhere, he immediately pressed his hand on the tea box, changed his mind, and said decisively:

"Please give me some advice, Mr. Harrison! How can this matter be resolved? I also give this tea to Mr. Harrison."

"Have courage!"

Harrison was also surprised by Shiro Inaba's decisiveness.

Then he pointed out:

"Have you offended anyone recently? That's all I can say!"

After saying this, Harrison immediately asked his secretary to see the guest off, but of course the local specialty tea was left behind.

Inaba Shiro was confused.

Oh shit!

The whole of Shanghai is under the control of the locust army.

The generals behind BAT can be assembled into a class. Who can we offend? Who dares to offend us?

"idiot!"

After spending $100,000 to get such an ambiguous answer, Shiro Inaba cursed loudly in the imported Cadillac car.

Now he is at a loss.