Dreaming back to 1949, the great powers were there to deceive us

In Shanghai, Hu Zhenhua received a special telegram!

This telegram is of a very high level and must be decoded by Lao Hu himself!

This was sent by Li Wenbing with only one purpose: to ask for money, 3000 million Miyuan!

Hu Zhenhua rubbed his eyebrows.

This guy has been gone for so long, and he didn't say anything in the telegram. He just asked for money. He really doesn't treat us as outsiders!

The key is that you can still refuse to give it, because it was Lao Hu who promised it himself, to only provide funds and not to ask about any matters.

Hu Zhenhua looked at the ceiling and muttered to himself,

"Amaterasu! Amaterasu! I don't know how far this plan has been implemented!"

In fact, the plan was implemented to a considerable extent.

The capital of Japan.

A middle-aged man in an expensive suit was walking leisurely on the street.

His dress and demeanor were out of tune with his surroundings.

The middle-aged man is named Jiro Sakai. He is a native Japanese and a nationalist.

More precisely, he was a militarist.

Jiro Sakai stopped in front of the headquarters of East Japan Heavy Industries.

You may not have heard of "Eastern Japan Heavy Industries", but when it comes to its predecessor - Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, you may be familiar with it. It is an accomplice of the fascists. During World War II, Mitsubishi Heavy Industries was the most important arms supplier to Japan. The famous Zero fighter was produced by this company.

If Japan is the executioner, then Mitsubishi Heavy Industries is the person who hands over the knife.

After World War II, Mitsubishi Heavy Industries was split into three parts: East Japan Heavy Industries, Central Japan Heavy Industries, and West Japan Heavy Industries.

Jiro Sakai handed over his visiting card at the reception desk and bowed 90 degrees: "Please!"

Ten minutes later, he was met by Koizumi, the president of East Japan Heavy Industries.

The office is a bit old, but it is very clean and simply furnished. Behind the desk is a height-adjustable chair.

On the table, there are documents and pens.

After Japan's defeat, it tried hard to imitate and learn from the West.

On the one hand, it is to learn advanced experience and improve efficiency; on the other hand, it is also intended to please the United States.

The same office environment can bring people closer together.

The two sat down on the sofa.

After the secretary brought two cups of coffee, the two sides started chatting.

Outside the door, the secretary was typing on a typewriter, and the sound of clicking could be heard from time to time.

Five minutes later, Jiro Sakai got to the point.

"President Koizumi, my client wants to provide some funds for East Japan Heavy Industries. I wonder if you would accept it?"

Koizumi picked up the coffee and took a sip.

In fact, he didn't like coffee. It tasted bitter in his mouth. Every time, he asked his secretary to add more sugar.

"Mr. Sakai, I wonder what kind of client your client is from?"

"From the United States!"

Koizumi's tense nerves relaxed. As long as it was American capital, there would be no problem.

Although Japan is in a slump, not everyone can invest there.

Once upon a time, there was an arrogant businessman who formulated the 'Atlanta Plan'. How ridiculous!

With a better mood, Koizumi felt that coffee became delicious. He asked,

"Mr. Sakai, how much is the credit limit?"

"About 200 million yuan."

This amount wasn't too much, but it wasn't too little either. Koizumi valued the connections investors could bring to the company more than the money, and if he could connect with the garrison, even better.

"Mr. Sakai, besides investment, what else can your client bring to the company?"

"My client simply wants to make a financial investment and will not get involved in the company's management and operations."

Koizumi was a little disappointed, but he didn't give up and asked,

"Will your client help the company gain some social connections? Especially in the United States?"

Sakai Jiro shook his head slowly.

"President, Japan's revival can only rely on ourselves."

Koizumi pondered for a moment and wanted to refuse, but he was afraid of offending the client behind Jiro Sakai. At the same time, he was reluctant to give up 200 million US dollars. At this time, East Japan's heavy industry was in urgent need of funds.

He was a little reluctant to accept it.

Koizumi could understand the client's idea. He was just sprinkling sesame seeds and casually investing 200 million yuan in a company that was in a slump.

If you succeed, you can earn huge wealth.

Even if you fail, it's no big deal.

This indifferent attitude hurt Koizumi's self-esteem.

Jiro Sakai saw Koizumi's inner thoughts and dilemma from his expression, so he said,

"Senior, I advise you to accept this investment. We desperately need fresh blood. The Yamato people failed in the war, but economically, we still have unlimited hope!"

Koizumi was frightened by these words. He moved a little further away from Sakai and said cautiously,

"Who are you?"

"I am a Yamato native, and my home is in..."

Jiro Sakai talked for more than ten minutes, explaining his family situation, work experience, and social relationships in detail.

Koizumi still had no expression on his face and asked coldly,

"Which faction do you represent?"

"I represent the millions of Yamato people who are suffering!"

Koizumi waved his hand and shouted,

"Mr. Sakai, please go. We have failed and we just want to live in peace. The vision you expect has nothing to do with me!"

Sakai Jiro's face twitched, and he couldn't help but shout,

"Coward! Don't you even have the courage to restore the economy? Our Amaterasu Association just wants to develop the economy, what's wrong with that? Do you know how much I paid to raise these 200 million yuan? You coward!"

Jiro Sakai picked up his briefcase and walked to the door angrily. He wanted to leave immediately, but he turned back and bowed politely before leaving.

Walking on the street, Sakai was very confused.

I'm clearly doing this for East Japan's heavy industry, so why don't they appreciate it at all?

Sakai had paid too much for this 200 million yuan investment. He had wanted to give up, but the man, always wrapped tightly in a bundle, told him: The Yamato people are the most patient people in the world. Every pioneer who led a country to rise has endured countless grievances and been looked down upon. The elderly at home are waiting, the babies in swaddling clothes are waiting, the women in the kitchen are waiting. If you return empty-handed, do you dare to look them in the eye?

Sakai was infected and continued to look for investors. Amidst the insults of "yellow monkey" and "little Japanese pig" and mouthfuls of thick phlegm, Sakai gritted his teeth and persevered.

Finally, after he had endured for a week, when he fainted from hunger beside a garbage dump, an old man gave him a piece of bread.

After regaining some strength, Sakai continued walking.

His persistence had spread throughout New York. A day later, he finally convinced an investor and obtained a loan of 200 million euros, allowing him to return to China and invest in heavy industry.

The man who was always wrapped tightly appeared again and shook hands with Sakai.

In an abandoned factory building, Sakai, with his face wrapped, shared his innermost feelings with five other men who also had their faces wrapped in a foreign country.

They were also looking for investors. Some received 100 million, some received 20, and the one with the highest amount received 500 million.

At this party, Sakai heard about the 'Amaterasu Economic Mutual Aid Association' for the first time, and the threshold for joining the association was to attract investment back to Japan.

The mission of the 'Amaterasu Economic Mutual Aid Association' is to restore the Japanese economy and lead Japan to rise again.

At first, Sakai thought it was a political organization, but after the "priest's" explanation, Sakai understood.

Economy is the hope for Japan's rise!

That's right, the president of the 'Amaterasu Economic Mutual Aid Association' is called 'Priest'.

At this gathering, Sakai received his own number: B09.

The man who received 500 million yuan in investment was B08.

The one who received 20 is numbered C42.

The other two are C43 and C44.

Sakai also received half a copper coin. In the future, whoever holds the other half will contact Sakai.

A cold wind blew, disrupting Sakai's thoughts.

There were many people begging on the roadside, some holding children, and some leaning on tree branches.

Sakai regained his fighting spirit and walked quickly towards the sushi restaurant next door.

The priest said it well: to save others, you must first save yourself. Only when you have a full stomach can you save the millions of people who are suffering.

At night, Sakai stayed in a hotel. The room was very small, only a few square meters. Apart from the tatami, a thin quilt and a small wooden table.

Sakai took out the candle he carried with him, opened his notebook, and began to record what he saw and heard that day, summarizing his gains and losses.

On the first two pages of the notebook was a list of people he was going to visit.

He visits each person more than three times.

The 'Priest' said: A person's life is a process of continuous trial and error. If it's wrong once, try twice, three times. In the process of continuous improvement, we will always find the right path.

Sakai felt that he was not very smart, so he could only work on his perseverance.

When visiting guests, the first time is to get familiar with them. As you communicate more, you will naturally find common ground.

After finishing his diary, Sakai closed his notebook, sat cross-legged in meditation, and began to summarize the gains and losses of the day.

He felt that he had been impulsive today.

Insulting Mr. Koizumi is very rude. You must apologize tomorrow.

If you do something wrong, you must correct it immediately.

Because I keep putting it off, I don’t want to change anymore.

Sakai felt that he had made a big mistake, which was to reveal the existence of the 'Amaterasu Association'.

The 'priest' had instructed that except for internal gatherings, no one was allowed to mention the word Amaterasu to outsiders.

Sakai broke out in a cold sweat.

If you do something wrong, you will be punished.

Sakai took out a steel ruler from his bag and placed it on the tatami. He knelt on the ground and slowly took off his shirt. There were three bruised marks from the steel ruler on his back.

Sakai knelt straight, biting a towel, holding the steel ruler tightly in his right hand, concentrating and calming his mind.

Suddenly, he moved as fast as lightning, and his right hand pulled back to his back!

Snapped!

The crisp sound resounded throughout the room.

Sakai curled up on the tatami, his body shaking like a shrimp.

There was a bright red streak on his back.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Sir, may I come in?"

The voice at the door was a little hoarse, but as sweet as an oriole.

Sakai quickly put on his clothes, pushed open the door of his jacket and looked outside.

A girl in a blue kimono bowed 90 degrees and said,

"excuse me!"

Sakai's arms trembled slightly due to the severe pain in his back.

He also bowed slightly and asked,

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

The girl straightened up, her cheeks flushed, and said in a whisper, "Sir, my name is Masako. Can I make the bed for you?"

Sakai looked at Masako's thin face and felt a pain in his heart.

This girl is only eighteen or nineteen years old at most, and her eyes are clear. How could this happen?

The bed is a private place that can only be touched by close people.

Making the bed in a hotel is a metaphor for 'sleeping with someone'.

Sakai immediately refused.

"Ms. Masako, I'm so sorry, I just want to be alone!"

Hearing the rejection, Masako's tears kept rolling. She bowed and turned to leave. After a few steps, she turned back and whispered,

"Sir, I only need two kilograms of rice!"

Sakai was in a dilemma. If it were abroad, two kilograms of rice would not be a big deal, but this was Japan, where food was extremely scarce.

Although he had a huge sum of money, it belonged to investors and was Sakai's activity fund, which was only 500 million yuan. Later, the "priest" gave him another 200 million yuan and a plane ticket.

After so many days of spending, there is very little money left.

Sakai wanted to refuse, but his tongue refused to obey him. "Come in!"

Masako followed him and closed the door.

Sakai was a little embarrassed, he was a very self-disciplined person.

After thinking for a moment, he had an idea.

"Masako, please do me a favor."

Sakai took out a bottle of trauma medicine and handed it to Masako, then took off his coat and presented his back to her.

The coat was stained with spots of blood.

Masako understood and applied the medicine evenly on his back.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

The coolness of the ointment relieved Sakai's pain. He said expressionlessly,

"Quit yourself!"

After applying the cream, Sakai took out 20 centimeters and handed it to Masako.

"Thank you, go back and rest early."

Miyuan is hard currency, and 20 mifen can buy six kilograms of high-quality rice.

Masako took the money, lowered her head, pushed open the door, and prepared to leave.

Sakai felt lost, and just as he was about to close the door, Masako suddenly rushed in, hugged Sakai, buried her face in his chest, and sobbed.

"Sir, can I stay? They are sending me to Heaven on Earth tomorrow."

Sakai's heart ached, and his arm, which was hanging in the air, slowly dropped down and gently patted Masako's back to comfort him.

……

When Sakai woke up in the early morning, Masako had already left.

Next to the tatami, the shirt was washed clean.

Sakai buried his head in the quilt and cried bitterly.

At ten o'clock in the morning, he appeared again in front of the headquarters of East Japan Heavy Industries. Today, he wanted to apologize to President Koizumi.

……

Let’s go back to the morning of May 5th.

In the Magic City, Hu Zhenhua was still in a daze.

Because Li Wenbing spent too much money, when he left, Lao Hu gave him more than 3000 million yuan. It has only been a short time and he wants so much again.

Do you really think your money falls from the sky?

If Hu Zhenhua knew that Li Wenbing had developed more than sixty people like Jiro Sakai, he would have transferred the money without hesitation.

These are not just more than sixty people who solicit donations, they are clearly more than sixty time bombs.

Once the explosion occurs, Japan's heavy industry will be reshuffled.

Even if it doesn't explode, can't you still get a generous return on your investment?

Hu Zhenhua thought for a long time and decided to trust Li Wenbing.

3000 million, Tongan can afford the loss.