The Wenhao system helped me become a killer

"Mr. Xiao, could you please give us some food?" Qiao Shu said straight to the point without any subtle attempts.

Master Xiao smiled and slowly poured a cup of fragrant tea to the pale-faced Qiao Shu, "Mr. Qiao, you are joking. Everyone knows that Master Du's business was booming a few years ago. He has money and people under him. How can he be short of food?"

While drinking tea, Qiao Shu's eyes flashed with a cold light. The old man was preparing to take advantage of the situation!

"Master Xiao, let's not beat around the bush. How much grain can you give us now? The price is not an issue."

I am the fish on the chopping board. Qiao Shu doesn't think that Mr. Xiao, who controls a large number of transport ships in Shanghai, is a kind-hearted person.

"Ah~ Look at what you said. We are all here in Shanghai, and we are all people of status. It's not a big deal. In fact, as long as Mr. Du nods, we can still be good friends." Mr. Xiao said meaningfully.

Qiao Shu looked up at Master Xiao, who was smiling kindly. What did this mean? Could it be?

"Tell me if this makes sense. We are just doing business. It doesn't matter who is in charge. In my opinion, it doesn't matter whether they are Japanese or not."

Mr. Xiao continued his actions slowly, as if he had no idea what kind of bomb his words had dropped in Qiao Shu's heart.

Qiao Shu's heart skipped a beat. Who would have thought that Mr. Xiao, who was quite famous in Shanghai, was actually a pro-Japanese bastard? No wonder his fleet had always been smooth sailing. It turned out that he was a running dog for the Japanese. I don't know if I will have a chance to shoot this damn old man in the back in the future.

Qiao Shu has never been a good person. He has never been clean under Master Du. Half of the opium in Shanghai has passed through their hands. They have done anything in casinos, nightclubs, brothels and theaters that can make money.

Thinking of the increasing number of people waiting for meals, Qiao Shu nodded as if he had suddenly realized something. "As the saying goes, old ginger is still spicy! After all, you have lived long enough and have seen a lot. You can teach us boys more when you have the chance."

Seeing Qiao Shu, who seemed to be very tactful, Mr. Xiao laughed even more happily. That's right. As long as you have money, what does it matter if you are Japanese?

Qiao Shu and Mr. Xiao went back and forth hypocritically, and spent a lot of money and made some promises before he successfully got a lot of food back from here.

Qiao Shu and his people still had some savings, so they could still get some food if they were willing to spend money. But most of them were people who were taken in by schools and churches, and many of them had reached the end of their rope.

At this time, beyond everyone's expectations, a kind-hearted man appeared in the concession and donated a large amount of food to various shelters very quickly.

Although we cannot guarantee that everyone can survive with enough food and drink, saving a little can at least help them survive for another half a month and give them a better chance of survival.

Such a person with a large amount of food naturally attracted the attention of people from all sides. Unfortunately, when everyone wanted to track him down, he disappeared as abruptly as he appeared.

On the other side, the distant Yan'an base also received a large amount of supplies and guns and ammunition suddenly donated by kind-hearted people. The most surprising thing was the information included in it.

In the middle of the list of materials that Shen Wenjiao had not carefully checked were the books and materials for various courses in the Wenhao system. These were the most valuable things that could be exchanged. This was also a hidden benefit that only came with full exchange. If one was hesitant and stingy, this would not be possible!

Apart from anything else, the production methods of various antibiotics and the process of making firearms are worthy of being classified as top secret.

"Hiss, what a hole. This is what the god got, it's damn complete! Come and see, with this, can we produce it ourselves?"

"Oh my goodness! There's even a production process for penicillin here! I haven't heard that this thing can be mass-produced yet. Is what's written here true or false?"

A group of bigwigs were stunned when they saw the information sent over. Did this guy rob that country's confidential research database?

Shen Wenjiao had no idea that there was such a surprise in the gift she gave. If she had known, she would probably have felt even happier!

Japan had already set its sights on this fertile territory of its neighbor decades ago, and the years of secret preparations cannot be defeated by a hasty counterattack.

In particular, long before the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895, Japan had already sent a large number of spies to lurk in China. It was they who used various means to send all kinds of information and maps drawn by China back to Japan.

To put it bluntly, when the Japanese invasion war broke out, the Japanese knew exactly where the Chinese army was and the various landforms there. How could they not win from the beginning?

Shen Wenjiao watched the smoke gradually fade outside the concession, knowing that the war that was so close was really over for the time being. But the country's suffering would really begin next. With insufficient information flow, Shen Wenjiao didn't know anything about the outside world.

The only thing she could be thankful for was that the Battle of Shanghai was said to have lasted for three months in history, but this time it was over in two months. History can change, and it is also changing for the better. As a small figure in the tide of the times, she could not change the overall situation and could only do her best.

Nowadays, the people living in the ruins have gradually resumed their daily lives. Under the seemingly calm order of terror, most people are living in a state of humiliation without dignity. The puppet government's people are rampant in the streets like hungry wolves, arresting anyone who is suspected of anti-Japanese activities. Once arrested, they will inevitably be killed.

Even prestigious university professors could be stabbed or shot to death by thugs who suddenly appeared on the street.

During this period, even Shen Wenjiao, who lived in the concession, felt a sense of panic. Jian Xingzhi acted as if he didn't know Shen Wenjiao at all. He had no contact with her at all and lived a very regular life going to get off work and coming home every day.

"Alas, when will this day end?" Editor Chen sighed as he looked at Shen Wenjiao, who was writing non-stop at the desk. He no longer wanted to urge Shen to submit her manuscripts.

Originally, it took more than a year for Shen Wenjiao to serialize "The Kingdom of Women". Editor Chen wanted to urge Shen Wenjiao to write a new one. But the situation became tense later, so Shen Wenjiao refused!

I kept putting it off until now, using the excuse that I had no inspiration at the moment.

"Hey~ You have to be more careful when you write this time! Some things really need to be avoided, and the arm cannot twist the thigh. We ordinary people should be more cautious~" Editor Chen's newspaper also had an editor who was arrested recently, and he has been worried for a long time.