Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Sihang Warehouse.

Ichiro Yasuda hasn't slept since he came back.

It was fine at the beginning. Thanks to the effect of alcohol, his mentality was relatively stable and he didn't think too much.

But after the alcohol wore off, his mind started to wander.

This time I let go, I have a lot to think about.

The more he thought about it, the more restless he became.

Otherwise, how could live wine be the source of creative inspiration? Now, Ichiro Yasuda is like an online writer, his thoughts have flown to the sky, and some of them are even out of the scope of this era.

Gradually, noon came, and Ichiro Yasuda did not eat lunch with his subordinate soldiers as usual. Instead, he asked his adjutant to bring the food, and he ate it alone in his office.

I finally finished lunch and it was not even half past twelve.

After finishing his meal, he looked at the time. As the time for his appointment with Xu San was getting closer, Ichiro Yasuda became more and more nervous.

What followed was waiting. Although there was less than half an hour left to the agreed time, this half hour felt like half a month to Ichiro Yasuda.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally someone knocked on his door.

"Come in!" Baotian shouted in a low voice, then stood up and straightened his already neat military uniform.

The young soldier was very flustered. He saluted immediately after entering Baotian's office.

The Japanese attach great importance to etiquette, especially when meeting with their superiors, they are very meticulous.

But today, the young soldier not only looked panicked, but his saluting posture was also a little distorted.

Baotian thought to himself, what was supposed to come has finally come.

Although he knew it, he still put on a serious face and said to the panicked soldier, "Why are you panicking? As a soldier of the empire, you should be calm at all times."

The young soldier looked at Baotian and thought, you are quite steady. The debt collectors have come from the mainland to China. If you really saw the debt collection, you would definitely think that the Chinese had entered the Magic City.

The young soldier lowered his head and took out a piece of paper from behind. The paper was not big, about the size of a palm, and it contained 64K.

Baotian reached out to take it, and after taking a look at it, the corner of his eye twitched involuntarily.

There wasn't much on the small piece of paper, but the four big words "Pay your debts" were extremely eye-catching.

Not only is it eye-catching, but below the four big characters is also written his name, the date of the debt, and a short story about why he borrowed the money.

The story is quite melodramatic, it's just about a failed investment and so on.

Fortunately, Xu San did not take advantage of his erudition and did not make up a shocking story for Ichiro Yasuda.

He took a deep breath, put the flyer on the table, and asked, "Where did this come from?"

"These leaflets fell from the sky."

"Heaven!"

Baotian was shocked, as he was familiar with the practice of dropping leaflets from the air.

Generally, bombers are used for such things.

If we don't use bombers, we should at least use flying vehicles.

For example, a helium airship.

There is indeed a ship of this kind in Shanghai. It belongs to the French and appeared during the attack on the Sihang Warehouse.

However, at that time, the airship did not participate in the combat mission, but was just watching the fun.

Thinking of this, Baotian stared at the young soldier and asked, "Could it be that the airship was dispatched today?"

"No!" the soldier answered simply, "It was a large balloon that suddenly exploded when it flew over the warehouse, and then these leaflets were scattered." (End of this chapter)