The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

"Go ahead and tell me the truth. I'll keep you alive."

Jiang Cheng pulled his cloak tightly with both hands and walked straight to the bunk bed and sat down.

He didn't look at Hai Rusong, whose face was turning pale and blue, but instead cast a cold and arrogant gaze at Wei Wenxin, who was kneeling on the ground, "But you have to be prepared to hold on to your death. Master Jiang will definitely use surgery on you!"

Hai Rushong was extremely anxious, and he quickly stepped forward and kicked him in the butt: "You bastard! If you have something to say, just say it quickly..."

Although Hai Rusong is not young, his many years of military experience have made his kick very powerful——

Wei Wenxin was kicked so hard that he covered his buttocks and grimaced, wailing: "Master Hai, you, you... oh my, Chengcheng, isn't it okay for me to tell you everything?"

He then said with a sad face that he was not the only one who wanted to embezzle, but many people wanted to embezzle.

They have been following Hai Rusong for almost ten years. He is the "old man" of Liulihe Horse Farm. However, his boss has become more and more powerful. Although they have been promoted, they have more and more tasks to do.
But relatively speaking, they only had their military pay increased, and there were no extra benefits at all.

"Woo woo... Master Jiang, you have to think about us too!"

Wei Wenxin looked up at Jiang Cheng with a sad face, "We deserve to die for trying to make money, but, but there is really nothing we can do——"

"This family has to eat and drink, and there are social skills, plus the elderly seeing a doctor, or visiting relatives, it's really, really impossible!"

But when he said this, Hai Rusong got angry and kicked him twice again: "What kind of bullshit are you talking about? Right now, isn't the military pay in Jilin the highest in the entire Northeast?"

"You still think it's too little, don't you? Do you have any shame?!"

Jiang Cheng leaned on the bunk with his eyes lowered, watching him scold his men coldly.

What could he say?
Wei Wenxin is considered an old subordinate of Hai Rusong. If he didn't trust him very much, he wouldn't have sent him here.

After all, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Governor-General attaches great importance to this immigration work.

Seeing that the guy who was scolded by Hai Rushong actually started to clamor, "What's the use of just looking at the military pay, other officials are just eating and drinking well", "But look at these people in our Jilin Army, they can't even afford to marry a concubine" and so on.

Hai Rusong became angrier and angrier as he listened. Just as he opened his mouth to curse, Jiang Cheng spoke slowly: "From what you said, it seems that you are not blaming your superiors, but you are resentful towards me, Jiang Cheng!"

Knowing the weight of these words, Wei Wenxin, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled all over again, and said in fear and trepidation: "How dare we, Master Jiang, we, we are... difficult, it's really too difficult!"

Jiang Cheng lowered his eyes and silently waved his hand to let him go: "I'll give you half a day--"

"Tomorrow morning, return everything to me, and Master Jiang will forgive me for what happened!"

Looking at Jiang Cheng with distrust, after confirming that he was serious, Wei Wenxin wiped his face vigorously, turned around and ran away in panic.

"Master Jiang, this... this..."

Hai Rushong felt that he had lost all face, and spoke with a painful and nervous look on his face.

Jiang Cheng remained calm, put his hands in his jacket pockets, switched legs, and lazily took out a cigarette.

"Uncle Hai, I didn't say what I should have said... You are more or less responsible for this matter."

Jiang Cheng lowered his eyes and didn't look at him. When he lit the cigarette, the warm flame suddenly illuminated his cold face. "Is that so? I, I really didn't discipline my subordinates well, and I didn't take care of your important duties, Master Jiang. I, I..."

Jiang Cheng suddenly raised his eyelids and interrupted him with an almost frozen look.

"Hehe Uncle Hai, I think you misunderstood what I meant."

Facing his slightly hesitant gaze, Jiang Cheng continued: "Think carefully, brothers, you risked your life... for what? If you want to get promoted but not get rich, how many of you are willing to sacrifice your life for us?"

"I understand, Uncle Hai, you don't like gold and silver, you don't like women, and you don't smoke opium—"

"But you are the only one like me in Jilin, right? The resistance to banning smoking is already so great, and if you guys can't get anything by following us, what else can you do?"

Faced with a series of words that sounded somewhat like a scolding, Hai Rushong was completely speechless.

To be honest, this general of a city who is used to living in poverty does not make any money himself, so it is even more difficult for his subordinates to make any money.

"A man who is extremely careful has no followers."

Jiang Cheng looked back at the other person with frowned brows, and said what he wanted to say most in the calmest words.

In this era, although Jiang Cheng already had some educated, capable and idealistic officers under his command, the Jilin Army was currently the largest force in terms of the number of officers.
The officer corps is still mainly composed of bandits - they have abilities and are willing to risk their lives to lead troops into battle; but they are not really fighting for "ideals", and it is impossible to let them fight for their ideals.

Seeing that he was getting more and more confused, Jiang Cheng turned his gaze to Song Shichang, who had been standing in the room without saying a word, and said, "Tell me - did you come to Jilin just to devote yourself to the cause, or do you want to make some money?"

Song Shichang smiled bitterly and said a few polite words... But even if Hai Rushong was straightforward and dull, he basically understood what Jiang Cheng meant.

"Feilan, I understand! From now on, I have to let my brothers... make some money."

Jiang Cheng stood up with a cigarette in his hand, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, then smiled with relief and said nothing more.

He knew very well in his heart that even though Hai Rusong agreed quickly, there is a saying that goes "It is difficult to change a person's nature, even if it is easy to change a country."

It would be difficult for him, a man who doesn't like gold and silver, to give some benefits to his subordinates.

However, what happened to Mr. Wei today must have served as a reminder to him, and he will no longer be too harsh on his subordinates in the future.

Continuing his inspection, Jiang Cheng asked Song Shichang, who knew about architecture, to follow him closely and asked him questions about these brick houses from time to time.

The young man, who was also a returned overseas student, answered tactfully and conservatively, but Jiang Cheng understood more or less.

The brick house was replaced with building materials of slightly lower quality, and the first problem that occurred was the impact on its sturdiness. However, Jilin is not an earthquake zone, and the biggest impact on the environment is wind and snow.

But the coldest winter has passed and the impact should be minimized.

"Master Jiang, you don't have to worry too much. Most of the immigrants who can come to the Northeast are poor people at the bottom of society. They have food and shelter, and they can treat you like a god... Even if these brick houses have rotten bedding, they are much better than their own homes."

Jiang Cheng glanced at the other person. There was nothing wrong with what he said, but if the things that were transferred were all exchanged and sold out, no leader would be happy. (End of this chapter)