These days, Nie Li tried his best to restrain his subordinates from meddling in these people's affairs and allowing them to wreak havoc.
He just kept this thought, otherwise, Nie Li would have killed these people eight times just based on their actions.
Although Osaka Nie Li didn't win a bloodbath, he was still in control.
The reason why I let it go is to let those who contribute know that you can't go back, and working for me with peace of mind is your only way out.
Look, your Majesty the Emperor now wants you to die immediately.
A small episode made these people completely follow Nie Li down.
From now on, even if they want to, it will be impossible for them to look back.
The most intuitive explanation is that the three Osaka division commanders actually volunteered to participate, saying that they were incompatible with these Tokyo elements.
He even used his own money to support the construction of No. 38 and the city defense force. Such enthusiasm was enough to make Nie Li's indulgence successful this time.
Not to mention, a financial victory?
At this time, the back of the Foot Pot Chicken was just like the Kuomintang-controlled area in Nie Li's era. The Foot Pot Chicken was comparable to legal currency.
Although it's not as good as butt-wiping paper, it's definitely a trend.
Nowadays, people taking to the streets are no longer as relaxed as before.
Xian Er looked at the wages distributed by his bosses with a frown on his face. As the money was worthless, these bosses were also losing money and vomiting blood.
The wages that were originally a few dollars a day have become hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of dollars.
Just two weeks have passed, and workers' wages have reached hundreds of thousands a day.
Otherwise no one would come at all.
Because prices have skyrocketed.
It used to cost a few cents to have breakfast, but now you are embarrassed to go out without a big wallet.
A breakfast needs at least tens of thousands, more than one hundred thousand.
In other words, the money I make in a day is still barely enough for three meals, although it is more money.
The most amazing thing is, what is the most popular position now?
Money Counter.
Every store has set up this special position. To buy a small mirror, it takes half a day to count the money.
Without this profession, the efficiency would be too slow.
These money counters realized their ideals in life and counted money until their hands cramped.
Xian Er arrived at the roadside, looked at the steaming buns, and counted one hundred thousand from his pocket.
"Boss, four buns! Fish and meat."
The boss looked at the pile of banknotes that Kenji handed over and sighed: "Nanako, go and count the money."
Then he handed the bun to Xian Er skillfully.
Kenji wolfed down the food, and when he was almost finished, Nanako wiped the sweat from her forehead and said to the boss, "That's right!"
The boss waved his hand sheepishly
Xianji also said it didn't matter, he was used to it anyway.
On the way, in the bustling streets, there was a group of women wearing heavy makeup, waving to Xian Er.
Xian Er was a little moved, but he just looked at the bills in his pocket and shook his head helplessly.
The women were reluctant to give up until they saw that Xian Er only had hundreds of thousands of chicken dollars in his pocket, and then they took a sip.
"poor guy"
His face was filled with disgust.
In the past, if you had hundreds of thousands of dollars, you would definitely be rich, but now haha, who doesn't have it?
He walked to the work place again. His job was to be a coolie, so he was waiting on the dock for today's work.
But I waited and waited until late at night, but there was not even a boat.
Xian Er felt bitter in his heart.
It seems that we have to drink the sea breeze again today.
"How can we live this day?"
The people waiting on the sidelines cursed.
"Isn't that right? The formerly prosperous port now has nothing but cargo ships coming from a few small places. How could the huge Tokyo be like this?"
"Hey, stop talking. I heard that His Majesty the Emperor also has a headache."
"Hmph, he should have a headache. His ancestors have all lost their face. Isn't it good for honest self-love to develop locally? Our ancestors have not starved to death for generations, but look at it now?"
"It was said that they were engaged in some kind of reform movement. It was good in the past few years. We did get benefits. Look at now, most of the land has been lost, and only Honshu Island is left to survive. Our lives are also going to be ruined."
"Who says it's not the case? I think the reform movement is not as good as before. Are the Chinese people so easy to mess with? They didn't have the same experience as us before."
A group of coolies chatted blindly, while Xian Er listened.
This is the current situation in the mainland controlled by Tiaopanji. With Nie Li's blockade of Toutianji's shipping, many foreign items cannot enter at all.
No one dared to come.
Who dares to challenge the internationally famous King Nie and risk his life?
Businessmen pursue profits, but they are also afraid of death.
With fewer and fewer merchant ships, the support from various countries for Toutonji has slowly come to nothing. In fact, even without Nie Li's financial war, Toutonji's collapse is just around the corner.
Nie Li just accelerated this action.
Materials are scarce and money is increasing. Isn’t this what it’s like?
In fact, the most correct way now is for the state to pay and recycle the currency on the market, but does the emperor have money?
If you had money, would you dare to put a large amount of gold and silver on the market?
That's drinking poison to quench thirst.
"I heard that recently, someone has secretly traded military tickets privately. I heard that there is a small black market on Pigeon Street in Tokyo. They have everything, but the quantity is not large, but as long as you hold the military tickets, you can exchange them for Supplies!”
Someone secretly said something
Xianji's eyes lit up.
"Are you telling the truth? Pigeon Street? Why haven't I heard of it before?"
The man looked around carefully, and when he saw that there was no one else but these coolies, he said secretly: "This is what everyone calls it. I don't know how it got spread, but it is real. The one next door to us, I heard that it was done I got a few military tickets, and I could smell the aroma of his meat yesterday!"
What this person said made everyone salivate.
Meat, not fish
That's delicious.
But then, everyone sighed again: "We don't have the ability to find military bills anywhere. Besides, those bills are currency issued in the west. If we use them, it would be traitorous. Those military police are no joke." of."
The Emperor struck this very hard!
There is no ambiguity in arresting people.
But the man said again: "You deserve not to be able to eat meat. You are damn near dead. You don't care whether you are traitorous to the country or not. Today, you can buy four big buns for 100,000 yuan. Tomorrow, if you can buy just one, Not bad! Then you should be anxious!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's hearts were stung again.
Yes, two weeks ago, who would have thought that one hundred thousand can only buy four buns?
Prices are getting more expensive day by day. If this continues, we will starve to death.
Sure enough, the next day came.
One hundred thousand can only buy one bun.
Everyone was excited.
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