Yamamoto Special Forces Training Ground.
Xu San once again completed the training subjects of Yamamoto's special team.
8 minutes and 06 seconds
great progress.
"Papa pa pa"
Yoshino, who was in charge of timing, clapped his hands and said, "You have made great progress. I didn't expect that you could improve so much in just two days."
Xu San ran to Yoshino: "Yoshino Taijun, how about we round up the time and calculate it to eight minutes?"
"Why?" Yoshino asked curiously.
"Didn't Tai-kun Yamamoto say that if my time reaches 8 minutes, you will reward me with 100 yuan?"
"Haha..." Yoshino smiled. It was exactly what Da Zuo said, this kid is still thinking about the money!
"It's okay, I won't tell anyone. Let's add two to one to make five of the 100 ocean. How about fifty each?" Xu San leaned over and whispered.
After listening to Xu San's words, Yoshino smiled strangely: "Okay!"
Well.....
good?
Isn’t this Yoshino Yamamoto’s confidant?
How could they join forces with me to steal Yamamoto's money?
Just when Xu San was confused, Yoshino took out a 100-yang letter from his pocket and a handful of broken pieces.
He opened the seal, counted 50 pieces, put them in his pocket, and gave the rest to Xu San.
Xu San took it over doubtfully and counted it, 68 yuan!
6850=18
There was no difference, even the public relations expenses that I had falsely reported were paid.
Then, Yoshino handed over a document and a pen. Xu San glanced at it and saw that it was a reimbursement voucher.
The employment fee is 100 silver dollars and the public relations fee is 18 silver dollars.
However, the format of this voucher is quite simple, and it seems that only Yamamoto needs to sign it.
"This approval process is too simple and it is easy to embezzle public funds!" Xu San whispered, but in a way that Yoshino didn't understand.
"Here!" Xu San handed the signed reimbursement voucher to Yoshino.
"Baga, what are you signing? Edogawa Conan? Isn't your name Xu San?!" Yoshino shook his hand angrily and shouted at Xu San.
Xu San didn't care about Yoshino's yelling: "Sooner or later I will become a Japanese citizen, so I have thought of a name for myself a long time ago. How about Yoshino-kun, does it sound good?"
"Re-sign and write your Chinese name!"
"Okay, okay, rewrite, Edogawa Conan sounds so good, but you don't know the stuff at all!" Xu San muttered in a low voice, and signed his name again.
Yoshino took the voucher and left. Xu San shook the sixty-odd yuan in his hand and thought, what kind of medicine did Yamamoto sell?
Why give me 100 yuan?
This little money... really has unclear intentions!
But it was a bit annoying to let Yoshino lose 50.
They found the medic Akagi, the sniper Kurosaki, and the grenadier and cook Uozumi, and divided them three oceans each.
The three of them happily accepted it. After all, these three people had been running away together the longest and had cooperated the longest. They also knew about Xu San's false report of expenses.
Even when dealing with the Japanese, Xu San maintained the same style of dealing with things that would come in later generations.
There are many enemy lines. These are all old subordinates of Yamamoto. Maybe they will be able to provide some important information at some point.
After a few casual conversations, Chimu finally suggested going to Xu San's house for dinner in a few days.
At first, some of the Japanese were still refusing, but when they heard that Xu San's family had matsutake mushrooms, they immediately agreed. Among them, Yuzhu was a little eager to cook himself.
It seems that the Japanese are still very obsessed with matsutake. Xu San is wondering whether he should use the power of the county brigade to monopolize the surrounding matsutake market. Otherwise, if this special resource is robbed by the Japanese, he will have no advantage.
This time Xu San came out of the Yamamoto station on a motorcycle with a sidecar. Unexpectedly, he just said it casually as a joke, and Yoshino actually agreed.
Another unexpected thing, Yamamoto's intentions are becoming increasingly difficult to understand.
There were too few transportation tools in this era. Although horses were easy to get, Xu San couldn't ride them or raise them.
It's much more convenient now that I have a motorcycle. I don't have to use my legs to measure things like before. I hope I can get reimbursed for gas.
If you can't repay it, gasoline is not subject to regulation and can be easily purchased by using your identity as a puppet soldier.
I rode a motorcycle to the puppet army station for a while, reported battle damage to my military uniforms, and then showed off my military uniforms. After a good performance, I kicked the accelerator and drove back to Ping An City.
It was approaching evening again, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky red. Under the red sunset glow, Xu San rode his motorcycle into Ping An City.
I have to say that the car is really easy to use. Not only did Xu San drive into the city in a grand manner, but the guarding Japanese even saluted him.
There's no other way, it's a military card!
The treatment is the same whether you have a car or not. No wonder so many people like to drive good cars.
Riding a motorcycle on a peaceful street is also extremely eye-catching.
Those who didn't know thought it was the Japanese who were coming, but when they saw it, wasn't it Xu San, a traitor and a puppet soldier?
The people looked at Xu San with envy, jealousy, and rarely contempt. Most of them said three or four. Maybe the motorcycle was too noisy, and Xu San didn't hear anyone call him a traitor again.
It is estimated that when traitors become bigger and stronger, people will not dare to scold them.
In order to push the car into the yard, Xu San even removed the door sill of his house.
The voice of "Dududu" attracted the peek of the little girl next door.
She lay on the wall and stared blankly for a long time before she recognized that the bald man below was Uncle Xu San.
"Uncle, where is your hair?" the little girl asked curiously.
"Three thousand worries can be cut away with one cut." Xu San stared into the distance with deep eyes.
The little girl blinked and looked at the shiny bald head. Although she didn't know what Xu San was talking about, it sounded interesting. "Uncle Xu San, catch me!" She jumped down after saying that.
"You are getting more and more crazy. You can jump on such a high courtyard wall at will. You really believe in your uncle." Xu San caught the little girl and couldn't help nagging a few words, then stretched out his hand to touch his head. The little girl also happily stretched out her little hand to touch Xu San's bald head, "It's so slippery. It turns out that this is what a bald head feels like!"
After touching Xu San's bald head, the little girl jumped off Xu San's body, ran straight to the motorcycle, and began the naughty child's journey of exploration.
This was the first time she had seen such a large toy, so she paid close attention to every detail.
Xu San watched from the side. Although the possibility of a little girl being able to kick a car was extremely low, she still had to be careful because naughty children are usually omnipotent.
After circling the motorcycle twice, the little girl started to get started, touching the pedals and wheels. Then she raised her hand, grabbed the handlebar, shook it a few times, and twisted it twice. "Uncle, this is What?"
"Motorcycle!" Xu San replied.
"I've seen horse-drawn carriages and donkey-carts, and they're all bigger than yours."
"It's different. Carts, donkeys, and carts are all pulled. This cart is kicked. Once you kick it, it will run away."
The naughty kid was indeed a naughty kid. He kicked the motorcycle as soon as he heard Xu San's words, "Uncle, why doesn't he run away?"
"Your kicking posture is wrong!"
"Then how to kick?" The little girl was eager to try, and she had the intention of changing her position and kicking her again.
"He's tired today, can we kick him again tomorrow?"
"Okay, can I sit on it?"
"Why not? Just sit down wherever you want."
Xu San was very spoiled with her children. She would let the little girl play if she wanted. He would put the little girl in the sidecar and push the motorcycle in circles in the yard.
"Oh, oh, let's drive, stand up." The little girl stood in the side of the car, treating herself like a handlebar.
