Espionage: Mastering the Ten Cruelest Tortures of the Military Intelligence Bureau from the Start

Su Mingzhe flipped through the newspapers that the Japanese army had specially supplied to its internal staff to promote victory in order to boost morale. He only glanced at them briefly, but he could roughly guess the situation at the front. He couldn't help but feel worried for the officers and soldiers of the Fifth War Zone.

Even though he had lived two lives, he had never been on the front lines of a battlefield, nor was he a reincarnated military genius. He only had a superficial understanding of military affairs and was limited to theoretical discussions.

While the Japanese certainly had an element of exaggeration in their battle reports, the general direction was generally correct: the Japanese offensive in Hubei Province was going very smoothly, even too smoothly.

Given that both De Gong and Xiao Zhuge were not so incompetent in military matters, it can only mean that they did it on purpose.

Judging from the data on paper alone, the overall strength of the Fifth War Zone was roughly equivalent to that of the five Japanese divisions plus some auxiliary troops that attacked Hubei Province. If any link in the chain were to go wrong, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Su Mingzhe couldn't help but feel worried for the hundreds of thousands of officers and soldiers in the Fifth War Zone, but he was thousands of miles away and had no access to the core military intelligence of the Japanese army, so he was powerless to do anything about it.

Just as he was lost in thought, a rapid knocking on the door interrupted his thoughts, and a lieutenant pushed the door open and came in.

"Reporting to Lieutenant Colonel, General Hase requests your presence in his office."

"Okay, I understand, you go down first."

"Hai."

Su Mingzhe mentally went through all the recent events, and he still couldn't guess why Hasegawa Naoki had called him over at this time.

Is this another money-making scheme?

......

I have to say, every time I enter Naoki Hase's office, it's a completely new experience.

The aromatherapy scent in this room has changed again; it's more subtle and gentle, and probably more expensive.

In the southeast corner stands a newly erected full-body statue of the God of Wealth, about 1.5 meters tall, the same height as Naoki Hase. The whole statue is golden, probably plated with gold.

Next to the God of Wealth, there were candles lit, and in the middle, fruit and a whole pig's head were offered.

However, the most eye-catching thing is the calligraphy hanging on the wall. Originally it was "May your martial fortune last forever," but now it has changed to "May wealth come from all directions." The characters are powerful and vigorous, and the style is grand and majestic. General Hasegawa probably couldn't have achieved this level of skill, so it was most likely that someone else wrote it for him.

"Tian Pingjun, I must say, the gods of China are truly efficacious, far superior to those dubious deities from our hometown."

I only invited this statue of the God of Wealth three days ago, and I also fasted and burned incense for three days, and it miraculously appeared today.

Naoki Hase became increasingly agitated as he spoke, his face turning slightly red.

He closed his eyes, muttered incantations, and bowed repeatedly to the statue of the God of Wealth before continuing:

“Prince Yong returned last night on a warship, but before he left, he gave me an order for a batch of small warships.”

"If we're even slightly greedy and use inferior materials to pass off as high-quality ones, the profits can be quite substantial."

Since Colonel Yamagami's research team arrived in Shanghai, personnel from other equipment manufacturers followed suit, making the production of small destroyers and patrol boats a breeze.

After saying that, he took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to Su Mingzhe.

"This contains the profit-sharing roster and profit-sharing ratio for this batch of orders. I worked on it overnight, so there might be some omissions. Could you take a look and see if there's anything I need to add?"

Su Mingzhe felt a wave of embarrassment. Sure enough, Naoki Hasegawa had called him over again just to make money.