Spy Shadow: Command & Conquer

Chapter 2049, The Establishment of the Fuzhou Inspectorate

Chapter 2049, The Establishment of the Fuzhou Inspectorate
Happy time is always short.

Spring nights are fleeting. I really can't bear to leave the air-conditioned room.

However, both Liu Jianxu and Wang Jingjiu came. They invited him to attend the liberation ceremony of Fuzhou.

Zhang Yong himself didn't care. But others wanted to cause trouble!

We must report our victory.

It was another great victory.

The number of enemy troops killed was tens of thousands, etc.

Zhang Yong asked Wang Jingjiu in a low voice, "How many enemy soldiers were killed in the battle?"

"Our unit annihilated more than 60,000 enemy troops," Wang Jingjiu replied. "Liu Jianxu's unit annihilated more than 30,000 enemy troops."

“Okay.” Zhang Yong nodded. He did not raise any objections.

As long as you don't write my name, Zhang Yong, and don't include my signature, you can name whatever you want.

In any case, exaggerating battle achievements was an old tradition of the National Revolutionary Army.

If you don't exaggerate, you'll look foolish.

It seems that someone like Wang Yaowu is at a huge disadvantage.

The 74th Army should have had the highest number of enemy casualties, but its battle reports were inaccurate.

Zhang Yong had seen the registration figures from the General Headquarters, and several armies had their enemy kill counts ranked ahead of the 74th Army.

General Wen Bai's expression at that moment was quite interesting. It was intriguing.

I wonder if the bald guy believes it?
They eliminated nearly 100,000 Japanese invaders.

Haha.

At present, a fully-equipped Class A division of the Japanese invaders only has about 25,000 men.

One hundred thousand Japanese invaders—that's equivalent to four Class A divisions.

With that bald guy's brain...

Your adventure experience has increased.

Your strength +1

You have received an extra reward of 650 million coins.

[Shipyard +1]

Suddenly, a message arrived.

Zhang Yong: ? ? ?
Now?

I really didn't expect it.

I thought the battle wouldn't be too intense.

Perhaps it wasn't just intense fighting? Maybe there was also the siege and conquest of territory?

Regardless of the circumstances, Fuzhou is the capital of Fujian Province. It is the largest and most important city in Fujian.

Glad to receive it.

He was secretly overjoyed.

The path to becoming the richest person in the future is easily paved.

“By the way, Commissioner, there’s another situation,” Liu Jianxu said. “Fishermen at sea have discovered many bodies.”

"Whose?" Zhang Yong frowned. "A laborer kidnapped by the Japanese invaders?"

"No. They're all traitors from the puppet regime."

"They were killed?"

"Yes. There are many corpses. They were probably all killed."

"is it?"

Zhang Yong vaguely understood the Japanese invaders' purpose.

It's likely murder and robbery. They killed the person, stole the money, and kept it for themselves.

Deserve it.

They were all traitors. They're dead, so be it.

Isn't dying at the hands of the Japanese invaders exactly what they wanted?
Where did the Japanese invaders flee to?

"I don't know."

"Forget it, don't worry about it. You can build your own coastal defense force!"

"Yes."

Has the dock reopened?

"When the Japanese invaders withdrew, they did not cause extensive destruction, and the dock was still operational."

"it is good."

"Commissioner, will the Japanese invaders return?"

"They would like to, but I won't allow it."

Zhang Yong spoke calmly.

Come back? Sure! But you'll get a beating if you come back.

You're willing to risk your life against me, Zhang Yong, for some insignificant port? You're warmly welcome.

Specializes in dealing with those who refuse to submit.

Achievements can be checked.

"I can rest assured that."

Liu Jianxu was full of confidence, feeling that the future was bright.

With Zhang Yong's words as a guarantee, he can do many things in Fujian Province from now on.

In fact, he had a fairly comprehensive plan: to improve the lives of people in Fujian Province. The area was simply too poor.

It wasn't that Liu Jianxu was particularly charitable; it was simply that development was essential for tax collection and revenue generation.

They're all poor, ordinary people, how can you collect taxes from them?

Trying to emulate Liu Xiang and reach 2025? That's useless! You don't have that kind of foundation.

The other province is Sichuan, which is much richer than Fujian.

To be honest, Liu Xiang died of illness on the front lines of the War of Resistance against Japan, which can be considered a martyrdom.

Otherwise, given his ruthless methods of tax collection, he would definitely be condemned by everyone and wouldn't even have peace after death.

Let's go to the venue together.

Zhang Yong discovered that most ordinary people looked pale and sickly.

It's easy to imagine how difficult life must have been during the more than one year of Japanese occupation. Just surviving was a miracle.

Now, the Nationalist army has arrived and has driven so many civilians here to hold a so-called celebration rally.

At this point, at least give each person a bowl of porridge. Or give them a few eggs.

It would be too painful for me to come here on an empty stomach to celebrate with you.

"Director Liu."

"exist."

"Does the government still have any food?"

"No……"

Let's find a way to distribute some grain to every ordinary person.

"This one……"

Liu Jianxu looked distressed.

He did want to. He also wanted to win over the hearts and minds of the people.

The problem is, he really has no food. The granaries have long been empty.

It should be understood that Fujian Province is a major province with severe food shortages, and its own grain production is seriously insufficient.

Almost all of it is mountainous. Farming is difficult. How could they possibly be self-sufficient in food?

Most of the land can only grow crops like corn, sweet potatoes, jicama, and cassava. Rice and wheat are grown in very small quantities.

Rice and wheat flour were considered high-end goods even for wealthy families at the time.

"Let me get you some first."

"you?"

"Announce this: we'll hold a victory celebration in three days. Today's main task is to move the grain."

Where to move to?

"Of course it's the dock. I brought it here by a big ship."

"what?"

Liu Jianxu was extremely surprised.

Shipping?

Transported by sea?
The commissioner is truly all-powerful!

They were actually able to transport grain by sea. Didn't the Japanese warships blockade them?
"Let's go!"

"it is good!"

Zhang Yong was too lazy to explain.

Having received a reward of 650 million yuan, I naturally wanted to generously share some of it.

Get on the bus. Heading to the pier.

The dock is some distance from Fuzhou city, but not far.

There are more than a dozen docks of various sizes.

They are all arranged on both sides of the Minjiang River.

The large wharf is located near the mouth of the Minjiang River. It can accommodate ships of around 3,000 tons.

The small dock is close to Fuzhou city. It can accommodate vessels of around 1,000 tons.

It's August now. The Minjiang River is in its high-water season. The water level is relatively high, making navigation easy.

However, forget about berthing a 10,000-ton ship. The conditions simply don't exist.

In fact, if there were a natural harbor capable of accommodating massive ships, the Japanese navy would certainly not have been willing to give it up.

Wherever there is a natural deep-water harbor, it will be occupied by imperial powers.

Arrange delivery.

Transported by cargo ships with a displacement of 3,000 tons.

Ten boatloads of flour and ten boatloads of rice were delivered. Approximately 30,000 tons. That's a huge amount.

Of the 30,000 tons of grain, it is estimated that only about half will ultimately reach the hands of the people. This is even with Zhang Yong personally overseeing the operation.

That's how it is within the KMT. Everything has to go through multiple intermediaries. It's a chain of intermediaries reaching out to each other.

In the end, half of them went to the lower levels, which was considered to be very honest and upright.

Of course, oversight is essential.

Zhang Yong himself was an inspector commissioner, in charge of the inspection department.

The Inspectorate’s main task was not to enforce the ICAC, but to demonstrate Zhang Yong’s existence.

The problem is that he has no basis in Fujian Province.

The inspectors could only be transported by air.

and many more……

There is a way.

Have the people in prison been released?

"not yet……"

"Don't release them yet. I'll go check them in a bit."

"Yes."

Liu Jianxu readily agreed.

I thought it was a small matter and didn't pay much attention to it.

Soon, the ships began to dock one after another. Each ship was fully loaded with grain.

"This is……"

"Grains. Rice and flour. And some sugar."

"so many?"

"Yes. Distribute them as soon as possible. Every citizen should get a share."

"it is good."

Liu Jianxu agreed.

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant.

Tens of thousands of tons of grain! In an instant, he had tens of thousands of ideas…

Zhang Yong took his leave.

We arrived at the prison in Fuzhou city.

They found that there were only some elderly, weak, sick and disabled guards here.

But the iron gate was tightly shut, and the prisoners inside couldn't get out. They could only restless inside.

"bang bang..."

You can clearly hear a lot of random noises.

It's clear someone is banging on the cell door, attempting to escape. But they haven't managed to break it open yet.

Upon seeing Zhang Yong arrive with his troops, the elderly guards, their expressions numb, stepped forward to greet him. The ranks were sparse and disorganized.

When the Japanese invaders came, this is what they did.

When the Nationalist army came, it was the same. Seemingly no difference.

And whoever takes over, it seems unlikely that these people will be expelled. They will all be kept.

"Open the door."

"Yes."

"Order everyone who can walk to come out from inside."

"Yes."

The old guards went in and opened all the iron gates.

Soon, prisoners began to emerge one after another, shouting exaggeratedly, as if trying to let loose.

But they soon realized something was wrong. The area outside was filled with fully armed soldiers.

Although they were Nationalist soldiers, the atmosphere was off.

The dark muzzle of the gun is like the eye of death, inspiring fear in all who behold it.

The excitement vanished instantly, replaced by anxiety and unease.

Many prisoners rushed out, only to find the situation outside, and all their excitement came to an abrupt end.

For a moment, they all thought of the same thing.

Is it...

This is……

Should we send them on their way?
Judging from the scene, does it look like a mass execution?

Ruined……

"I'm innocent!" "I'm innocent!"

Some people tried to protest their innocence, but their voices quickly faded.

The atmosphere was extremely tense. Everyone's face was strained. It felt like someone was definitely going to die today.

Sure enough, Zhang Yong took out a Garand semi-automatic rifle.

"Oh!"

Without saying a word, he fired two shots.

Two half-red dots were shot dead. Both were fatal with a single shot. Dead beyond any doubt.

The gunshot rang out, and the prisoners immediately knew that something terrible was about to happen. No one dared to utter a sound.

Zhang Yong did not continue firing. There were only two half-red dots.

There are a lot of yellow dots, though.

How should I put it? There are actually more than thirty of them.

That's outrageous. I never expected to find so many communists here.

Because the prison was densely populated, the yellow dot was covered by the white dot, so he hadn't noticed it before.

I don't know when they arrived. Didn't they evacuate north?
Or perhaps they weren't involved in the reorganization of the New Fourth Army? So many of them stayed behind?

Western Fujian was also an important source of the Red Army in those days.

Quiet.

Dead silence.

Someone brought over tables and chairs.

Zhang Yong sat down with an air of nonchalance. His rifle lay beside him.

There were still six bullets in the clip.

“Sun Hongdao.”

"Wu Shusheng!"

Zhang Yong simply called him by his name.

All are yellow dots. This indicates a leader.

The two exchanged a glance, then slowly came up.

Zhang Yong pushed their information over to him.

"Anti-Japanese elements..."

"That's right, that's us. What do you want?"

Wu Shusheng said in a deep voice.

The voice was somewhat agitated. He seemed unwell.

You are the National Revolutionary Army, and you drove out the Japanese invaders. Why are you still interrogating us?
"You are free."

Zhang Yong picked up his pen and crossed out the document.

Then I picked up Sun Hongdao's information. I crossed it out again.

"Thank you."

"I have something I need to instruct you to do."

"what's up?"

"I'm setting up an inspection department. We happen to be short-staffed. Any of you interested in joining?"

"Inspectorate?"

"My name is Zhang Yong. You know, the inspector Zhang Yong. Ever heard of him?"

"It's you?"

Sun Hongdao and Wu Shusheng exchanged glances again, both filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Unexpectedly, the young man before me was none other than Zhang Yong. The very same Zhang Yong, renowned throughout the land, the one shrouded in mystery by legend.

"Yes. It's me. Doesn't that seem unbelievable?"

"You're so young..."

"Let me explain the task first. Your duty is to oversee the distribution of food."

"Food? To be distributed?"

"Correct."

Zhang Yong had already devised a way to control his opponent.

If you ask someone to do something for you, they will definitely be unwilling.

Different road non-phase plan.

They are principled.

However, Zhang Yong holds the power of the people in his hands.

I've asked you to oversee the government's distribution of food to the people. Your oversight is very important.

If you supervise more rigorously, less grain will be embezzled, and more grain will be distributed to the people.

So, you're not working for me, Zhang Yong. You're working for the common people.

What is your mission?
As expected, both Sun Hongdao and Wu Shusheng remained silent.

They truly couldn't refuse this matter. It concerns so many ordinary people!

Without oversight, tens of thousands of tons of grain might end up with only a tiny fraction reaching ordinary people's mouths. Or perhaps none at all.

They know better than anyone what kind of people the Kuomintang is. Otherwise, they wouldn't be trying to overthrow it.

If there is no one to supervise, all the food will be swallowed up.

Sun Hongdao hesitated for a moment, then asked, "You trust us?"

"Of course," Zhang Yong replied calmly.

"why?"

"The fact that the Nationalist army did not come to your rescue immediately means that you are not one of their people."

Is this the reason?
Of course it is. But it's not the most important thing.

Most importantly, I know you're from the Communist Party. I think you're a good fit.

By having members of the Red Party monitor the KMT, I can guarantee you won't show favoritism or collude with them. I can sleep soundly then.

"Okay. We're willing."

Sun Hongdao finally agreed. Serving the people is their duty.

If we refuse, it would be tantamount to abandoning the people.

“Sun Hongdao, I hereby appoint you as the Director of the Fuzhou Inspectorate. You will have full authority to handle all matters.”

"Thank you."

"However, it must be agreed beforehand that this is about the issue, not the person. No personal grudges are allowed. This is a serious matter. Do not involve personal grievances or organizational feuds."

"it is good."

Sun Hongdao slowly agreed.

He suspected that Zhang Yong might know something.

Especially the last four words.

What are organizational feuds?
Does this refer to the struggle between the Red Party and the Khmer Rouge Party?

As expected, the other party was no ordinary person. They must have discovered his Communist Party affiliation to make such a statement.

But it's strange. Since the other party knew his identity, why did they still insist?

Could it be that Zhang Yong himself was also dissatisfied with the Kuomintang?
He quickly suppressed the thought. This matter was very important. Very sensitive. He couldn't even tell Wu Shusheng.

silence.

Quiet.

Zhang Yong took out a pen and a letter.

His appointment and dismissal orders were all written directly.

Commands don't care about form. They only care whether others acknowledge them and whether they are effective.

Clearly, his handwritten commands are still quite useful at present.

Finished.

signature.

Take out the inkpad and press your handprint on it.

okay.

The writing is clear in black and white.

And there's my handprint, Zhang Yong's. My orders are valid wherever I go.

Unless the bald guy completely turns hostile and publicly breaks off relations.

"This is a written order."

“If anyone expresses doubt, you can show it.”

"In addition, I have provided you with military uniforms and weapons. You have a strength of five hundred men."

Zhang Yong said slowly.

Sun Hongdao and Wu Shusheng exchanged another glance.

Five hundred people?
Military uniforms? And weapons?
impossible……

The other party really...

Zhang Yong waved his hand behind him.

The system's tool personnel have already arrived in a truck.

The weapons and equipment for 500 people weren't actually that much. Two trucks were enough to load them all.

The uniform was the same as the one worn by the New Fourth Army.

The guns are all original Thompson models, equipped with 30-round straight magazines.

And then there's the Mauser C96 pistol. In China, it's indispensable in any situation. Otherwise, it always feels like something's missing.

"Go and see!"

"Yes."

Sun Hongdao and Wu Shusheng rushed over to check.

The result was that once he looked, his face immediately lit up with excitement. He couldn't contain himself.

Goodness, they actually gave it to me! And such a large amount.

The guns are all good guns. There's plenty of ammunition too.

They had never had such a wealth of weapons and ammunition before.

If they had had any weapons before, why would they need to lie in wait? They could have just opened up new territory right here.

It took her a lot of effort to recover her composure and return to Zhang Yong's side.

They discovered that Zhang Yong was writing furiously.

I finished writing it quickly.

signature.

Write the date.

He handed the letter to Sun Hongdao.

"These are the supplies I provided to the Inspectorate."

"Five jeeps. Two big trucks. And ten motorcycles."

"Now, you can choose your own people. Fill the quota of five hundred."

"Your salaries will be the same as those of other inspectors. Seven dollars per person per month. Other benefits will be calculated separately."

Zhang Yong spoke methodically.

It's been a long time since a new inspection department has opened. I'm kind of looking forward to it.

After all, the number of yellow dots on the Fuzhou Inspectorate's list is unprecedented.

It just so happens that this place is far from the emperor's reach, and there was even a coalition government against the bald man in the past, so it can be said that they have never been too fond of him.

Since that's the case, I'll add some ingredients and improve the area to make the bald guy even more wary.

You must have a strong enough trump card in your hand to protect yourself.

"Do you understand?"

"clear."

"Very good. The task is now in your hands."

"Yes."

"By the way, deciding which prisoners in this jail should be released and which should remain in custody is also the responsibility of the Inspectorate. You can make that determination yourselves!"

"what?"

Sun Hongdao was somewhat surprised.

It seems like I've been given more responsibilities again?
It was supposed to be just overseeing the distribution of grain, so why is it like this now...?

However, he really didn't want to refuse this matter.

He knew all the prisoners in the prison very well. He knew exactly who should be released and who shouldn't.

If the decision is left to someone else, they might make a mess of things.

"What? Didn't you hear me?"

"Listen clearly."

"it is good."

Zhang Yong stood up.

He casually picked up the Garand semi-automatic rifle.

A jeep arrived silently. It was fully loaded with bags and bags of silver dollars.

"Your inspection department's funds are in that vehicle."

"gone."

Zhang Yong waved his hand and left gracefully.