"It would be nice to wait and receive your salary every day. You can guarantee that you will come back alive every time you go on a mission." Xiaozhe Zhenger curled his lips.
He was very satisfied with Liu Changchuan's attitude, but it was not a good thing to go on a mission. Although the special high school in Shanghai had suffered minimal losses since the war broke out, there were also casualties.
"You are better than me. You can go out on missions to make some extra money if you have nothing to do. I can only receive a dead salary." Nakamura looked at him with a sad face.
Although his salary is higher than Liu Changchuan's, it is only 65 yen a month, and most of it has to be remitted back to his home country for his wife and children as living expenses.
"Nakamura-kun's family is short of money?" Liu Changchuan asked tentatively with a roll of his eyes.
"Can I not be short of money if I have three children?" Nakamura smiled bitterly.
Liu Changchuan stood up, pulled a chair to Nakamura's side and said with a serious face: "I live in Nanxiang, and my neighbor's name is Shen Sanli. He told me something this morning."
"What's going on?" Nakamura and Kotetsu Seiji asked at the same time. They both knew in their hearts that money must be involved.
"Someone owes him 20,000 yuan. He told me about it this morning. As long as he can get the money back, he is willing to give 10,000 yuan. However, the person who owes the money has some background, so I dare not agree."
"Who owes money?" Nakamura's eyes turned red. He wanted to make money too much.
"Yu San, this is a person with a background, so it's not easy to deal with." Liu Changchuan blew out a smoke ring and replied.
"Yu San?" Nakamura muttered. He stood up and walked around on the ground a few times.
"Liu Sang, wait for me for a while, I'll go to the archives to take a look." Nakamura said and walked to the archives.
"We owe 20,000 yuan, and the debt collection fee of 10,000 yuan is too little. If this matter can be handled, it will cost at least 13,000 yuan." Xiao Zhezheng flicked his cigarette and shook his head before replying.
"If Mr. Nakamura can do it, then I will talk to Shen Sanli." Liu Changchuan replied nonchalantly.
Whether Nakamura can ask for the money depends on whether he can convince Yoshimoto Shogo or pull him over. If so, Nakamura will give him some money. He can't let him be the middleman for nothing. The most important thing is that he can talk to Nakamura. Get closer.
"Xiao Zhejun, Yu San is very close to the city hall and has good relations with the headquarters in Shanghai. I think this money is difficult to get."
"Yu San is a fool. He kills people to pay for his life, pays back his debts, and he dares not pay us the money he owes us for his special education." Xiao Zhe Zheng Er sneered.
As the squad leader of the Special High School Action Team, it is really difficult for him to come forward privately, but Nakamura is different. He is the secretary of Section Chief Yoshimoto. The two of them are very close. As long as they say something nice and get the Section Chief to nod in agreement, it is not difficult to make money. want.
Half an hour later, Nakamura came back with excitement on his face. Liu Changchuan and Xiao Tetsu Seiji looked at each other and knew that Nakamura must have said hello to Yoshimoto Shogo, otherwise he would not be so happy.
"Liu Sang, I have obtained the consent of the section chief. Call the man named Shen Sanli here immediately. I need an IOU." Nakamura urged impatiently.
"Nakamura-kun, don't worry, I think you can ask Liu Sang to ask for more money." Xiao Tetsuji Seiji comforted the inexplicably excited Nakamura.
"Yes, yes, Xiaozhe-kun is right." Nakamura nodded quickly. If you really can ask for more money and don't do it, don't give it up in vain.
"Hey, third brother, I'm Liu Changchuan. You come to the gendarmerie with the IOU, and I'll help you get the money Yu San owes." Seeing that Nakamura was confident, Liu Changchuan didn't waste any time and called Shen Zhezheng'er's office directly. Three principles.
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"Hey Brother Liu, it turns out that you are so popular in the gendarmerie. This is my first time to come to the gendarmerie of the imperial army." Shen Sanli nodded and bowed slightly awkwardly as Liu Changchuan took him into the special high school class.
"Third brother, the thing can be done, but the amount of money must be increased by 30%. You must know that your broken IOU is just a piece of waste paper. Apart from the Japanese, there are really not many people in Shanghai who can help you get it." Liu Changchuan directly followed the instructions of the little one. Zhe Zhenger asked for a price.
"Okay, as long as Brother Liu can help me get it, I'm willing to pay more, but you have to have a reason. I don't want to offend the third master." Shen Sanli rubbed his hands hard.
"Don't worry, Third Brother, this matter won't affect you. You can just stay in the special high school lounge for a few hours." Liu Changchuan felt that Shen Sanli's request was not excessive. Yu San was not a bastard. Shen Sanli was really serious. Can't afford to offend.
"Liu Sang, I would like to trouble you to take someone with you for this matter. Don't worry, I will definitely give you your share of the money when I get it." Nakamura carefully read the IOU, told Liu Changchuan, and of course gave it to him. Sweetness.
"Mieko, find my fake ID named Yamashita Nagagawa, I want to use it."
Liu Changchuan returned to his office and asked some of his losers to check the firearms, and asked Miezi to get his fake ID with a Japanese name. There was no way, Yu San himself was a Japanese dog, and there might be mistakes in getting a local name.
"Team leader, where are we going?" Hashimoto checked the pistol and asked curiously.
"Make money." Liu Changchuan checked the gun and replied with a smile.
"Team leader, I'll go too." Miezi immediately became energetic with Liu Changchuan's fake ID in her hand.
At 10 o'clock in the morning, the special high school waste team officially set off for Yu San's home on Nanchun Road. Nakamura took this matter very seriously and even personally sent Liu Changchuan and others out of the gendarmerie. He had great hopes for this opportunity to make money. expect.
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Courtyard No. 2, Huayun Residential Area, Taiping Street, Nanchun Road
Yu San was in a good mood. In the past year, he had made a lot of money by providing logistical supplies to the imperial army. In addition, with the help of the Japanese, he had paid a very small price to forcefully purchase many properties, including several large shops in the city and a A very classy hotel.
"Third Master, please take a look at this month's accounts." Uncle Wang, the accountant, knocked on the door cautiously and came in.
"Uncle Wang, please sit down too." Yu San took the account and pretended to look at it and put it on the table.
Uncle Wang curled his lips in his heart, you don't even know the words, how can you pretend to be a cultured person, and you are holding a Japanese book in your damn hand, you are sick.
"By the way, where is the person the Imperial Army asked us to arrange now?"
Yu San suddenly remembered something. Five days ago, a Japanese businessman came to him and asked him to help arrange for a person loyal to the imperial army. The implication was that this person had helped the empire in the mountain city before, because he was worried about being hunted down by the mountain city's agents. , so he needs to be comforted and cannot let him feel cold.
"Third Master, are you talking about Du Yuxing who can't use one arm?" Uncle Wang asked tentatively.
"Yes, it's him. He seems to have been wounded by a gunshot. The imperial army attaches great importance to this matter." Yu San nodded.
"Third Master, he has been staying at Santang Hotel. Yesterday, I specially sent 300 yuan as you ordered."
"That's good. I don't know the details of Du Yuxing, but since the imperial army is interested in him, you must not neglect him." Yu San quickly warned him.
When Japan asked him to do something, it was to give him face, but it could not make the imperial army think that he was a waste.
