The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Chapter 72 The Devil's Conspiracy

After exchanging glances with Hai Pingchuan, Jiang Cheng smiled and went over to him, "It happened yesterday! I don't know anything about it... Feng Yong left you behind and left in a hurry, saying that his father was looking for him."

Knowing that he was a person who always cared about his reputation, Jiang Cheng simply answered without saying anything.

Seeing that his expression had eased a little, Jiang Cheng smiled and said, "Are you hungry? I heard that there's a steamed bun shop on Zhulin Road that tastes pretty good. Mr. Zhang, can you come and visit?"

"Fuck you, don't try that on me."

How could he not be hungry after being drunk all night? He just cursed at me and then waved his hand to let him treat him.

He winked at Hai Pingchuan to tell him not to follow, and then he walked forward and walked out with Zhang Hanqing.

It was a little chilly in the morning and there were few pedestrians on the streets of the provincial capital.

They walked in silence all the way to the steamed bun shop: the shop was run by an elderly couple, and because the buns were served with plenty of fillings and tasted delicious, business was pretty good.

It is so comfortable to have a bowl of hot porridge early in the morning, accompanied by thin-skinned and big-stuffed buns and some side dishes.

"Boss, bring us the steamed buns and porridge!"

Jiang Cheng happily invited Zhang Hanqing to take a seat, and then smiled and leaned over to whisper, "You haven't tried this before, have you? Don't be fooled by the crudeness of this place, the food is delicious."

"Don't treat me like some rich young man."

Only now did Zhang Hanqing's face clear up. He pushed him back and said, "I used to eat this with my sister and Xueming in my hometown."

Know that he is telling the truth.

After the Marshal married his biological mother, he didn't care much about her until Fengtian was completely settled.

Throughout his childhood, this father was almost a stranger to him, and when he reached adolescence...how could he not rebel?
With a sigh, it was really what the Marshal said: enemies in previous life, father and son in this life.

As they were talking, the food was served. He picked up the vegetables and ate the buns as if he was familiar with the process. Apart from his decent clothes and appearance, he was no different from the common people eating in the shop.

“Haha, I really can’t tell.”

Unable to help shaking his head and smiling, Jiang Cheng took a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube in front of him and started eating.

However, just after he finished eating two buns, the conversation between several men at the back table suddenly attracted his attention.

"Eat quickly, guys! We have to work in batches later..."

"We've changed the money, but we still have to gather at the same place. Everyone has to make a few more trips today!"

"Once things are settled, everyone will get one dollar!"

Considering the recent financial run in Fengtian, Jiang Cheng's heart skipped a beat.

He first straightened up and looked at Zhang Hanqing. The man should still be drunk. His handsome eyes were still a little blurry, and he didn't pay attention to the conversation at all.

Of course, even if you hear it clearly, you may not necessarily understand what they are saying.

He continued to listen attentively, and he still heard clearly what someone said in a low voice:

"Brother, what you said is quite interesting. Why do you want us to exchange this receipt for it?"

"That's right. With so much money, each person only gets 99, and people have to run back and forth... Isn't this just a hassle?"

Then everyone started complaining all over the place, and the man who was leading the group became very angry.

He slammed the table and cursed. Of course, he didn't expect that someone would listen to him and piece together the purpose of their actual actions.

"You guys know nothing!"

"Just do what I tell you to do. If you want to make money, stop wasting time!"

That's right, that's it.

There was a cold and resolute light in Jiang Cheng's eyes.

Although the cause of this financial crisis in history was the excessive printing of money by the Beiyang government, when the disaster was rampant, the Japanese also took advantage of it.

After purchasing at a low price, these people frantically sent people to various banks in Fengtian to exchange the money. They made a lot of money from Fengtian's Sky-Glove White Wolf by trading back and forth.

So, at the suggestion of Wang Yongjiang, the Marshal ordered Yang Yuquan, President of the Fengtian Chamber of Commerce, to negotiate with the Japanese Chamber of Commerce together with various silver banks to set an exchange period.

It was also agreed that the cash must be inspected by the Japan Chamber of Commerce before exchange, and then the Japanese Consul General must issue a license before it can be exchanged at the bank.

However, this regulation did not play the desired role, because at the request of the Japanese, another clause was added: "Amounts less than 100 yuan can still be exchanged at various banks."

So this group of low-income people frantically took advantage of this loophole and began to look for people in the city, asking them to take 99 yuan to various banks to exchange it.

Their arrogance is difficult to control. These traitors, both big and small, are human traffickers who lead hundreds of people at a time and sometimes cash out more than 20 yuan in a single day.

It's obvious that these bastards behind them are the ones!

After receiving benefits from the Japanese, he hired a large number of ignorant people to sabotage the Northeast's financial system and siphoned off a large amount of money from Fengtian.

Being a lackey for a little bit of profit.

damn it.

Jiang Cheng cursed inwardly and stuffed the last bun into his mouth.

He carefully tilted his head and observed silently with his peripheral vision.

After the snakehead finished cursing, these ruffian-looking men fell silent and quickly drank their porridge and ate their meals under urging.

"What are you thinking, Jiang Feilan? I called you for a long time but you didn't respond to me."

Jiang Cheng was so focused on those people that he didn't notice that Zhang Hanqing had finished his meal long ago.

Jiang Cheng suddenly turned his gaze away in surprise and said "hush" to him with the smallest movement.

Even though he seems to be a playful fool on weekdays, he is the Marshal's son after all, so he naturally has considerable knowledge and intelligence.

Zhang Hanqing immediately understood what Jiang Cheng had discovered, and looked in the direction he was looking without showing any emotion.

He lowered his voice as much as possible and came closer: "Is it those people? What happened to them..."

Jiang Cheng winked at him and gestured carefully: "Let's follow for a while, and then we'll act according to the situation."

He would follow them and see. If these people were really accomplices bought by the Japanese as he speculated, he would send Zhang Hanqing to get help and wipe them out at once, from the snakehead to the scoundrels who did things for money!

When the time comes, presenting it to the Marshal will be another great achievement.

While they were thinking, these people finished their meal and began to gather towards the main street.

At this time, the bank across the street was not open yet, and those hooligans gathered around the snakehead, talking about something.

"What on earth do they do?"

Zhang Hanqing frowned, and imitated Jiang Cheng, hiding in the alley with his head half open and looking over.

"Do you know what your dad is busy with lately?"

Jiang Cheng glanced at him sideways, then turned his eyes to stare at their movements, "Master Shuai has been worried about the money in our provincial capital recently... and these people are sabotaging your father."

It was difficult to explain to him all the intricacies of finance in a short time, so Jiang Cheng simply explained it in the simplest language.

When Zhang Hanqing heard that they were vandalizing his house, he immediately became anxious: "Is it true? What are we waiting for? Let's call the police and arrest them all!"

Okay, do I need to give orders myself?

Jiang Cheng showed a sly smile: "Then for this matter...I need to trouble you, Master Zhang, to find someone?"

Seeing the dissatisfaction in his eyes, he immediately added: "My face is not big enough!"

(End of this chapter)