I fought guerrilla warfare in the Yimeng Mountains during the Anti-Japanese War

Chen Feng glanced at Song Zihan who was still in shock.

"Stop studying and eat! It's almost the same as I guessed, so it can't be wrong. You saw it in Licun Prison this morning. There is so much money and money in such a small prison. Do you know how many Japanese functional departments there are in Qingdao? We have time this time to clean them up slowly. It will be enough to cover our expenses for several years."

Song Zihan put the notebook into her pocket and planned to study it after dinner.

"Report"!

"Come in"!

"Captain, the Special Operations Battalion of the Guard Regiment called and said that representatives from several foreign banks on Guantao Road want to see you, and another group of foreign reporters want to interview you."

"Don't see any of them. Send a telegram to the New Fourth Division and ask Commander Shen to find time to receive you. Don't be too polite. Express that we are no longer under government control and that there is more banditry. Emphasize that the Yimeng guerrillas are clearing out the remnants of the Japanese army. Try to go out less recently. The Japanese are capable of all kinds of evil and it will not be a good thing if anyone is hurt."

"Yes"!

Song Zihan was eating rice, and asked curiously:

"Captain, what do you mean? Don't we have to have a good relationship with them now?"

"It's useless. They are all vampires. They can't change their greedy nature. If you are polite to them, they will dare to make excessive demands in a blink of an eye. Just let them know that we dare not speak and are not easy to mess with. For now, just have a good relationship with the Americans. They can't access the relationships we need. As for the old empires like Britain and France, they can't protect themselves and can't help us."

"What about those reporters? What if they report something recklessly? It will have a bad impact on us."

"Zi Han, we have nothing now. As the saying goes, those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. More than half of our territory has been occupied. What else do we have to lose? An honest and obedient citizen will be bullied all day long. What if this person feels that he has had enough of living and wears explosives all day long, looking for someone he likes to take away? Will all the ruffians have to avoid him?"

Song Zihan was a little depressed. What the captain said seemed to make sense, but she still didn't understand the main idea he was expressing. She looked at the captain in confusion, and felt that the rice and canned beef in her mouth didn't taste so good anymore.

"Zi Han, let me give you an example! We have seized so many Japanese factories, and then suddenly a group of foreigners come out and say that they have shares in the factories, or that the Japanese borrowed money from them when they opened the factories, and now they want to take over the shares, or directly use the factories to pay off their debts. How do you think we should deal with it?"

"No way! Could they be so shameless?"

"It can be done with a few telegrams. If you give them hope, they will be able to use the word shameless to the fullest. We will not withdraw in a short time. Firstly, we want to study the development of the navy, and secondly, we want to give the New Fourth Division a good name. Anyone who wants to intervene can be suppressed by Joe Piero, except the Americans. As for international disputes, you can let your cheap relative deal with it. He is good at this. Besides, we are not under his jurisdiction, so there will be no trouble."

Song Zihan felt that she had learned a lot. The captain was really shrewd and calculating! Oh, no, it was scheming. That didn't seem right either. That's right. It should be said that he had a lot of plans in his mind.

Chen Feng's guess was correct. In a British bank on Guantao Road, several foreigners were waiting for news of a cold gun attack. They were used to bullying the Chinese and were very jealous of the big cake of Qingdao, especially the materials of those textile factories and foreign companies that were making a fortune every day. They couldn't wait to put their own signs on them.

There was also a group of reporters outside the bank lobby, taking photos of the special forces members of the guard regiment. Those with better conditions were playing with pocket cameras, while those with less conditions were still using magnesium chalk, and the sound of banging could be heard constantly.

"Battalion Commander, are these foreigners polite? I really want to get rid of them too."

The commander of the special operations battalion, Qiu Shuyang, simply ignored this guy. If he could do it, there would be no need for him to compete here. He would have gone into the bank and robbed the vault long ago.

Inside the bank, representatives from several countries were leisurely drinking coffee. A woman in professional attire knocked on the door and came in to report:

"Mr. George, Leng Qiang's team has replied. Captain Leng Qiang does not have time to meet for the time being. He is leading the team to eliminate the remaining enemies. Mr. Shen Honglie from the New Fourth Division will be here soon."

"Fuck!"

Paul George was a little embarrassed. He had just said that Leng Qiang would definitely come to meet him, but he was slapped in the face right after he finished speaking. He was a little embarrassed and said self-deprecatingly:

"It seems that Captain Leng Qiang is still as arrogant as ever. Qingdao is not something he can defend just by taking it."

Industry elites from several small countries nearby all echoed this. Although they had already acknowledged in their hearts how powerful and terrifying Leng Qiang was, they were used to a one-sided perspective, and their free will did not allow them to admire or worship Leng Qiang.

Paul George didn't want to pay attention to these little characters. Even when facing the French, he was no longer humble. He felt uncomfortable sitting at the same table with these poor people who had lost their country.

"Mr. Dawson, what do you think?"

Richie Dawson was called out just now. No one knew what message he was given. He came back without saying a word. He looked a little dazed. Hearing this, he raised his head and said:

"I'm sorry, Mr. George. Mr. Shen from the New Fourth Division will be here soon. I can't join you in putting pressure on him. I'll just say hello and go back."

"Oh"?

Paul George almost wanted to say who is special. You were the one jumping the most happily all morning. It was you who proposed the plan. The fat was cut and the oil was all exposed. Everyone decided to go crazy with you. The feeling was already coming on, and you said you didn't want to play anymore. Are you kidding me?

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. After meeting Mr. Shen, I will pack my bags and prepare to return home. Janis will take over my job."

"What? What happened?"

"I don't know the details. When I submitted the plan, my boss told me to go back and treat my brain. He also said that it would be better to offend the Chongqing government than to offend Captain Leng Qiang. If I were really shot to death by Captain Leng Qiang, no one would stand up for me."

These few words caused everyone to be uneasy. He was just a Chinese soldier who was resisting foreign invasion. Although his military exploits were terrifying, would he really dare to provoke the Ace Empire? Even their government did not dare to do so.

"Now that we have come to this, you can decide for yourselves what to do! I suggest you take a look at the attitude of Shen Honglie from the New Fourth Division. His attitude should be that of a cold gun."

"Here it comes, everyone come and look!"

Shen Honglie didn't want to pay any attention to these foreigners at all. They were all bad people. However, when he saw a group of reporters surrounding him, he still smiled gently.

"Commander Shen Honglie, how long do you plan to stay in Qingdao City? It seemed that you led the troops to evacuate last time. Will you blow up the Japanese-run factories this time?"