Chapter 405: Fundraising (please subscribe and vote)
Okada Toshihiko said goodbye to Sanbonjiro, got in the car, and asked the driver to drive while he fell into deep thought.
With his IQ, he can naturally see that Sanbonjiro had some selfish motives for targeting Liu Bo to betray the empire:
Liu Bo was the person (scapegoat) whom Sanbon-kun found responsible for the murder of Kazuo Aoda and the annihilation of the Inoue Mansion Orange Team.
Okada Toshihiko doesn’t care about this.
In his opinion, although what Sanbonjiro did was suspected of shirk of responsibility, there were doubts about Liu Bo. This was the key, indicating that Sanbonjiro was not slandering his subordinates for no reason.
To Toshihiko Okada's dismay, Sanbonjiro didn't know anything about the Shanghai special situation group. He originally planned to get further information from Sanbonjiro.
He knew that he was a little too harsh on Sanben, an old friend. After all, he only learned of the existence of the Shanghai Special Intelligence Group through the information from the "Jie Ruler".
However, Sanbonjiro is in the position of director of the Shanghai Special Higher Education Course and assumes his responsibilities. Sanbon was derelict in his duty if he did not discover the existence of the Shanghai Special Intelligence Team in time.
Of course, the information about Liu Bo provided by Jiro Sanmoto was an unexpected gain. Okada Toshihiko felt that he had captured the traces of this special intelligence team of the National Secret Service hidden in Greater Shanghai.
At this moment, the car stopped.
“What’s wrong?” Okada Toshihiko asked.
“Sir, there are Chinese students blocking the road,” the driver said.
"Silly, you forgot what 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.
“Classmates, why are you blocking the road?” Toshihiko Okada leaned 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 the fight against Japan and national salvation, please donate some money." Tang Xiaoye and a little Huya female classmate held a small flag in one hand and a donation box in both hands. , said with a serious expression.
“Sir, it is everyone’s responsibility to fight against Japan and save the country.” Next to the two of them, a little girl held a small flag in her hand and said crisply.
It is Yang Ximei. She is wearing a primary school uniform with the name of "Aihua Primary School" printed on it. The little girl's expression is 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, and touched the little girl's head, "Girl, do you know what it means to resist Japan and save the country?"
"I know." Although Yang Ximei was a little timid, she still nodded.
“Then tell my uncle, what is resisting Japan and saving the country?” Toshihiko Okada said in a gentle tone.
Yang Ximei turned to look at Tang Xiaoye, and her sister gave her an encouraging look.
“That’s right, we need to drive away, drive away the Japanese. The Japanese are bad guys, they rob us of our food, and they also want to kill us.” Yang Ximei nodded her little head and said.
"That's very well said." Okada Toshihiko nodded with satisfaction. He stood up, looked at the students who were gathering around, and said happily, "Very good, students, seeing you and your enthusiasm, I Our blood seems to be burning. You tell everyone with your actions that China will not perish!"
The students were very excited. They felt sincere encouragement and recognition from this well-dressed man.
"I am not talented, but I am willing to contribute to the fight against Japan and national salvation!" As he said this, Toshihiko Okada took out his wallet from his pocket and took out a wad of money. He originally planned to count them, but in the end, he took all the banknotes directly in the He put the wallet away in his hand, and respectfully put the wad of bills into the donation box with both hands.
The students let out a burst of exclamations.
That wad of banknotes is worth at least several 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.
Okada Toshihiko bowed and responded, "I should thank you."
The students got out of the way and after the car drove away, Toshihiko Okada took his head back from the window. The window rolled up, blocking the view outside, and his expression darkened.
“Tetsuya, what did you see?” Okada Toshihiko asked the driver.
“They are not afraid of the Japanese Empire.” Tetsuya said.
"Yes, these ignorant young people have no awe and surrender to the empire." Okada Toshihiko nodded and said, "This is just what we have seen. There must be many things we have not seen yet. There are many similar people who hate the Empire."
“They are all ignorant young men who have never seen battlefields and dead people, and have never experienced fear.” Tetsuya said, “Sir, the Empire’s bullets and bayonets will calm them down.”
Okada Toshihiko laughed loudly, "Tetsuya, Tetsuya, but you are right."
After thinking about it, he said to Zheye, "Zheye, I think you need to take some time to visit your alma mater and help me find some young imperial subjects who are qualified to pretend to be Chinese."
"Yes." Zheye nodded, honked the horn, and reminded a passerby crossing the road in front of him, "I really hope that the empire will capture Shanghai earlier. If it were in Manchuria, I would just crash through it."
Okada Toshihiko raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, and the eyes in the smile gradually became colder.
…
Cheng Qianfan’s car was also stopped.
"Sir, we are..." Qi Xiaoman held the donation box and walked forward with his classmates. Halfway through his words, he saw each other's faces clearly.
It's him?
He remembered this person. Previously, she and her classmates distributed anti-Japanese leaflets near the school, calling on everyone to donate to the anti-Japanese war. The citizens enthusiastically donated money, and even the beggars donated the coins they asked for. Everyone was very excited and moved. Only This person, this person left a very deep impression on him, 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 blocking the car were unmoved.
Cheng Qianfan honked the horn.
Some students were so angry that they rushed up and slapped the car window.
"Stop!" Qi Xiaoman shouted, "Don't forget what Qin Di told us, no violence. These are our compatriots, they are just..."
She couldn't go on. Qi Xiaoman felt that everyone could be emotional by their patriotic enthusiasm, but it was impossible for the cold-blooded man in the car.
However, after he spoke, these Fudan Public School students did not disperse or retreat. They just held up the donation box and looked ahead with angry eyes.
“My home is on the Songhua River in Northeast China.
There are forest coal mines there,
There are also soybeans and sorghum growing all over the mountains and plains.
My home is on the Songhua River in Northeast China.
There are my compatriots,
There are also the aging parents. "
A student started, and the students sang in unison.
Singing, singing, some students burst into tears.
“Bad luck!” Cheng Qianfan cursed and stretched out the car window with one hand, holding a few French coins in his hand. “Take it, take it, get out of the way quickly.”
He originally wanted to scold "a good dog who doesn't block the road," but he was afraid that he would go too far and arouse the students' anger, which would cause trouble.
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 took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, picked up the lighter, lit it, and took a deep breath.
“Nine hundred and eighty, ninety-eight,
From that tragic time!
918, 918!
From that tragic time,
Left from my hometown,
Abandon the endless treasure,
Wandering! Wandering!
The price is within the customs all day, wandering! "
He did not dare to sing out loud and roared in his heart.
He thought of Lao Liao and his family again.
Behind him, there was a commotion among the students. Some students fainted. These college students were hungry and donated all their living expenses.
…
This is a house facing the street.
Cheng Qianfan took the telescope from Hao Zai and observed it carefully.
Putting the telescope aside, he took the Mosin-Nagant rifle next to him, held it up, and aimed the gun. He was looking for a feeling.
Raising his wrist to look at the time, Cheng Qianfan nodded at Hao Zai, "Go ahead."
"yes!"
How could the money-grubbing "Blue Bird" not have his own little calculation in this "rush" of supplies?
Update 1. Today is the author’s birthday. Ah, it’s past five o’clock in the morning. I’m coding to welcome my birthday. This is the right way to open a birthday.
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