My Spy Years

  Chapter 405 Fundraising (please subscribe and ask for tickets)

   Okada Toshihiko bid farewell to Sanben Jiro, got into the car, ordered the driver to drive, and fell into deep thought.

  Based on his IQ, it is natural to see that Sanben Jiro had a certain selfishness in targeting Liu Bo to betray the empire:

  Liu Bo is the person (scapegoat) who was found responsible by Mr. Sanben for the murder of Kazuo Aota and the annihilation of the orange team in the Inoue Mansion.

   Toshihiko Okada didn't care about this.

  In his view, although Sanben Jiro is suspected of shirking responsibility for what he did, Liu Bo is suspicious. This is the key, which shows that Sanben Jiro is not slandering his subordinates for no reason.

   To Toshihiko Okada's disappointment, Sanben Jiro didn't know anything about the situation of the Shanghai Special Intelligence Unit. He originally planned to get further information from Sanben Jiro.

  He knew that he was a bit too demanding on Sanben, an old friend. After all, he only learned of the existence of the Shanghai Special Intelligence Unit through the information of the "Jieru".

  However, Sanben Jiro is in the position of the head of the Shanghai Special High School, and he is responsible for his position. If Sanben did not discover the existence of the Shanghai Special Affairs Team in time, it would be dereliction of duty.

  Of course, the information about Liu Bo provided by Jiro Sanben was an unexpected harvest. Toshihiko Okada felt that he had caught the trace of the special intelligence team of the National Secret Service hidden in Shanghai.

   Just then, the car stopped.

   "What's wrong?" Okada Toshihiko asked.

   "Sir, there are Chinese students blocking the way." The driver said.

   "Stupid, forgot I told you how to speak?" Okada Toshihiko said with a cold expression and lowered his voice.

   "Sir, there are patriotic students blocking the road ahead to collect donations." The driver said immediately.

   "Students, why are you blocking the road?" Toshihiko Okada poked his head out of the car window and asked with a smile.

"Hello, sir. We are the fundraising team of Xingzhi Middle School. For the survival of the Chinese nation and for saving the nation against Japan, please donate some money." Tang Xiaoye and a female student with little Huya held a small flag in one hand, and a donation box in the other. , said with a serious expression.

   "Sir, it is everyone's responsibility to resist Japan and save the country." Beside the two of them, a little girl held a small flag in her hand and said crisply.

  It was Yang Ximei. She was wearing a primary school uniform with the name of "Aihua Primary School" printed on it. The little girl's expression was so solemn and serious.

   Okada Toshihiko looked at the girl and the girl with a smile on his face. He opened the car door, got out of the car, came to Yang Ximei's side, and touched the little girl's head, "Girl doll, do you know what it means to resist Japan and save the country?"

   "I know." Although Yang Ximei was a little timid, she nodded.

   "Then tell Uncle, what is anti-Japanese national salvation?" Okada Toshihiko said in a gentle tone.

  Yang Ximei turned her head to look at Tang Xiaoye, and her sister gave her an encouraging look.

   "That's right, I want to drive away, drive away the Japanese. The Japanese are bad guys. They rob us of our food and want to kill us." Yang Ximei nodded her head and said.

"That's really good." Okada Toshihiko nodded in satisfaction, he stood up, looked at the students who were surrounding him, and said happily, "Very good, students, seeing you and seeing your enthusiasm, I Your blood seems to be burning, and you tell everyone with your actions that China will not perish!"

  The students were very excited. They felt the sincere encouragement and sense of recognition from this well-dressed man.

"I am not talented, but I am willing to contribute to the resistance against Japan and the country!" As he spoke, Okada Toshihiko took out his wallet from his pocket and took out a wad of money. In his hand, he put away the wallet, and with both hands, respectfully put the wad of banknotes into the donation box.

  The students let out a burst of exclamation.

  The stack of banknotes is at least a few hundred French currency, which is comparable to the amount of donations they raised in half a day.

   "Thank you sir, thank you." The students shouted one after another.

   Toshihiko Okada bowed and responded, "I should thank you."

  The students got out of the way, and after the car drove away, Toshihiko Okada retracted his head from the window. The window was rolled up to block the view outside, and his expression became gloomy.

   "Tetsuya, what did you see?" Okada Toshihiko asked the driver.

   "They are not afraid of the Great Japanese Empire." Tetsuya said.

"Yes, these ignorant young people, they don't have the awe and surrender to the empire." Toshihiko Okada nodded, and said, "This is just what we have seen. There must be many places that we haven't seen yet. Lots and lots of similar haters of the Empire."

   "They are all ignorant young people who have never seen battlefields and dead people, and who have never experienced fear." Tetsuya said, "Sir, the bullets and bayonets of the empire will let them settle down."

   Toshihiko Okada laughed loudly, "Tetsuya, Tetsuya, but you are right."

   After thinking for a while, he said to Tetsuya, "Tetsuya, I think you need to take some time to visit your alma mater and help me find some young imperial citizens who are qualified to pretend to be Chinese."

   "Yes." Zhe Ye nodded, honked the horn, and reminded a passerby who was crossing the road in front, "I really hope that the empire would occupy Shanghai earlier. If it was in Manchuria, I would run right over it."

  The corner of Toshihiko Okada's mouth raised a smile, and the eyes in the smile gradually turned cold.

  …

  Cheng Qianfan's car was also stopped.

   "Who dares to stop my car?" Inspector Xiao Cheng rolled down the window and poked his head out.

   "Sir, we are..." Qi Xiaoman held the donation box and walked forward with his classmates. He could clearly see the other party's face in the middle of what he was saying.

It's him?

He remembered this person. Before that, she and her classmates distributed anti-Japanese leaflets near the school, calling on everyone to donate for the anti-Japanese war. The citizens all donated money enthusiastically. Even beggars donated the copper coins they collected. Everyone was very excited and moved. This person, this person impressed him very deeply, this person's blood was cold.

  Cheng Qianfan also recognized the female student, his face darkened, "Get out of the way."

  The seven or eight male and female students who stopped in front of the car were unmoved.

  Cheng Qianfan honked the horn.

  A classmate was so angry that he rushed up and slapped the car window.

   "Stop!" Qi Xiaoman yelled, "Don't forget what Qin Di told us not to use violence, these are our compatriots, they are just..."

  She couldn't continue, Qi Xiaoman felt that everyone could be affected by their patriotic enthusiasm, but this cold-blooded man in the car couldn't.

  However, with his words, the students of Fudan Public School did not disperse or retreat. They just held the donation box like that and looked ahead angrily.

   "My home is on the Songhua River in the northeast,

   There are forest coal mines,

   There are also soybean sorghum all over the mountains and plains.

  My home is on the Songhua River in the northeast,

   There are my countrymen,

   And the aging parents. "

  A student started, and the students sang in unison.

  Singing, singing, some students burst into tears.

   "Unlucky!" Cheng Qianfan cursed, and stretched out a hand out of the car window, with a few French coins in his hand, "Hold it, hold it, get out of the way quickly."

  He originally wanted to scold 'good dogs don't get in the way', but he was afraid that the acting would go too far and cause the students to anger, which would be troublesome.

  The students moved out of the way. Cheng Qianfan put one hand on the steering wheel and took out the cigarette case with the other. He squeezed out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, picked up the lighter and lit it, and took a deep breath.

   "September 18, September 18,

  From that miserable time!

  September 18, September 18!

  From that miserable time,

   broke away from my hometown,

   cast away the endless treasure,

   Wandering! vagabond!

  The whole day price is in the customs, wandering! "

  He didn't dare to sing, he roared in his heart.

  He thought of Lao Liao again, and of Lao Liao's family.

  Behind him, there was a riot among the students. Some students fainted. These college students, hungry, saved their living expenses and donated all of them.

  …

   This is a house facing the street.

  Cheng Qianfan took the binoculars from Hao Zai's hand and observed it carefully.

  Put the binoculars aside, took the Mosin Nagant rifle beside him, picked it up, and aimed the gun, he was looking for a feeling.

  Raising his wrist to check the time, Cheng Qianfan nodded at Haozai, "Go."

"yes!"

  How could the money-greedy 'Blue Bird' not have his own little abacus for the 'scramble to transport' supplies this time.

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