Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Dabao's voice came faintly from behind him.

"Don't move. My hand is unpredictable. If you move, it will move too. It will be bad if you get covered in blood."

The enemy spy quickly put on a smile and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Little brother, are you short of money? I'm telling you, I have money, I'm very rich. If you let me go, I'll give it all to you, okay?"

Dabao hesitated for a while before sucking his teeth and speaking.

"How much money do you have?"

When the enemy spy heard that there was a way, he quickly said,

"I'm telling you, little brother, you have to wake up my friend on the ground. This is his office, and he hid all our money in the safe."

Dabao was furious and hit the enemy spy hard on the head with the handle of the knife in his hand, making him scream.

"You idiot, you're fooling me!"

Without him saying anything, Dabao had already found a small safe in the corner of the room. Dabao knocked the enemy spy unconscious with one punch. He came to the safe, grabbed the handle with one hand, pressed the safe with the other hand, and with a force of his two arms, there was a click.

The door of the safe was pulled off. There wasn't much in the small safe, just two gold bars, some money and bills, and most importantly, the bomb that Dabao was looking for was placed inside.

Dabao casually put the bomb into the space. He didn't care about the money in the safe. He just picked up the guy who was knocked unconscious by the stool. The guy's head was covered in blood. Dabao slapped him twice to wake him up.

The guy looked at Dabao in a daze and shouted.

"Nani?"

Dabao yelled.

"Do you know Pan Xiaoen?"

The guy was startled and quickly shook his head. Dabao breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that these two Japanese spies only had a single line of contact with the man named Dong.

It’s normal to think about it. After all, Taiwan is now licking the butts of the Japanese and the Americans, so it is normal for them to collude with each other.

Dabao collected all the gold bars and banknotes, but he put them in his pocket and did not put them into the space. These things had to be handed in.

Dabao carried two Japanese soldiers in each hand, went downstairs, and walked around to the gate of Dock No. 1.

Yu Zecheng and his men hid nearby. When he saw Dabao coming around from outside, he hurried to meet him. Dabao threw the two Japanese spies to the ground.

"This is the Japanese undercover agent in the shipyard. I found him and the time bombs. Now I am playing the long game and waiting for Pan Xiaoen to be caught.

Lao Yu, take them back and interrogate them first to see if they are in a group with you. If so, arrest them as soon as possible."

"Yes."

Yu Zecheng ordered the soldiers to take the Japanese spies back, and he left the leading officer behind to cooperate with Dabao at any time.

Dabao wandered back to Dock No. 1. He found the technician named Dong in the office. Dong and Shouhou were drinking in the office.

Dabao entered the space, but his consciousness was always monitoring them. He also needed to rest. After all, using mental power was exhausting.

Dabao listened to their conversation in a daze, but he didn't expect that the two of them started doing it while chatting.

The appetizers prepared by Lao Dong were quite rich, including a roasted chicken, a large bag of boiled peanuts in shells, pork head, and two bottles of Bamboo Leaf Green.

They each held a cup, eating, drinking and chatting.

The skinny monkey seemed quite respectful to the man surnamed Dong.

"Brother Dong, this mission is over, can we withdraw now? Didn't they say we'd be transferred to Kyushu? I heard it's a great place, where women dare to push men down on the street and have sex. Oh my god, isn't that beautiful?"

Old Dong took a sip of wine, peeled peanuts, and threw the peanut kernels into his mouth. He looked at the skinny monkey with disdain.

"What you said is indeed true. After World War II, the population of the Japanese decreased sharply. More than half of the men were gone, and the remaining ones were all women. The Japanese emperor issued an order.

If women of childbearing age do not give birth to children, they will not only be fined but also subject to heavy taxes. The internal propaganda slogan is to sacrifice a generation of women to save a generation of economy.

In Japan, there are more men than girls. What should this woman do if she can't get married or find a partner? She has no choice but to go to the street to look for men. When she sees a man, she pulls him to the side of the road, takes off her kimono, and uses it as a sheet.

Do you know why the Japanese women carry a bag on the back of their kimonos? That’s a pillow…”

The two of them laughed, and Old Dong curled his lips.

"Don't believe me, the Japanese didn't have surnames originally. They were all called Taro, Jiro, or Saburo. Later, when they needed to register the population, what happened to these children whose fathers they didn't even know? So they had to give themselves surnames.

Some are named according to their directions, such as Dongxiang, Xixiang, Nancun, Beiyuan, Zhongcun,

There are also those that can be seen everywhere, such as Inoue, Watanabe, Matsushita, Tanabe, Kawabe, Matsui,

Some lazy people just use place names, such as Tsuruta, Kimura, Seto, Fukuyama, Eguchi, Karasawa, Nagasawa, Nakama, Oda, Toyokawa, and Hiramiya.

Skinny Monkey's face was full of admiration.

"Brother Dong, you know so much."

Old Dong took a big sip of wine, sang a Minnan folk song softly, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He picked up the bag at his feet, unzipped it, and took out the bomb inside.

The skinny monkey was startled.

"Oh my god, Old Dong, why did you bring this thing back?"

Old Dong snorted and his eyes turned red.

"Why bring it back? It's simple. If anything goes wrong tomorrow, we'll just blow it up. Our superiors have given us the order to succeed or die."

The skinny monkey jumped up immediately.

"What do you mean? If we both blew him up, wouldn't we be killed too?"

Old Dong asked him with narrowed eyes.

"Jia Guier, are you afraid of death?"

"Isn't that bullshit? Dong Mingzhou, of course I'm afraid of death, aren't you afraid of death?"

Old Dong shook his head.

"Be afraid, what's the point of being afraid? Ever since we joined the organization, this life no longer belongs to you and me. Tomorrow, the shipyard must explode no matter what, to respond to Pan Xiaoen's actions."

The skinny monkey slammed the table, and the wine glasses fell over, spilling the wine all over the table.

"Come on, stop talking nonsense. I joined your organization to have good food and drink, not to die. Okay, Master Jia, I'm leaving now. I won't keep you company any longer."

Old Dong's face darkened. He stood up and grabbed Skinny Monkey's arm.

"I've seen that you're not a decent person. Why are you thinking of quitting? It's too late."

The skinny monkey was startled and asked quickly.

"What do you mean it's too late? Tell me..."

Before he could finish his words, two streams of black blood spurted out of his nose, and his stomach began to ache violently...