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Chapter 300 Painting Cake

"boom"

With a violent explosion, a huge fireball exploded in the middle of the hull of the "Changshou Yamamaru", which was particularly dazzling in the dark night and illuminated a large area of ​​the surrounding sea.

On the sea a few hundred meters away from the "Changshou Shanwan", Zhang Dahe and more than 20 sailors couldn't help but stop paddling when the explosion sounded, and looked back at the ship they had worked on for many years. cargo ship.

Although the life on the "Changshou Yamamaru" was not easy to say, not only the food and accommodation were very poor, but also they were oppressed by the Japanese, but after all, it was a place where they relied for survival.

Now, under their watchful eyes, the ship began to take on water and tilt, and it was estimated that it would not be long before it completely sank into the vast sea.

Especially Zhang Dahe, who was completely laid off after only one day as captain. Among the group of people, he was the most reluctant to bear the sinking of the "Changshou Shanwan".

Everyone on the lifeboat was a little confused about the future. Where do you want to go in the future? How can we continue to live?

On the lifeboat, Lu Feng, who had already used the radio to report the news of the shipwreck of the Changshou Yamamaru to the Japanese shipping department, looked at the people in a daze, and immediately spoke to urge:

"Why did you stop? We are still twenty or thirty kilometers away from the shore. Do you still want to go ashore?"

After hearing Lu Feng's urging, all the sailors finally came to their senses.

It's not their turn to think about these things, but it depends on how this "Mr. Lu" arranges them.

Thinking of this, a group of people continued to row the oars in their hands, driving the lifeboat towards the coast.

A few hours later, Satomi was awakened by a knock on the door from his men while he was still sleeping.

"What did you say?"

When he heard the report from his subordinates that a cargo ship carrying arms and smoke had crashed in the open sea, Satomi felt his hands and feet were a little cold, his voice was trembling slightly, and his heart was beating wildly.

The last time the Fukuoka warehouse was burned down, the Satomi Agency was held accountable by Director Doihara, but at least Satomi was in Tohoku at that time, and what happened in Shanghai had nothing to do with him.

But this time the transportation of smoke and soil was handled by Satomi. Now that the cargo ship had an accident, another hundred thousand kilograms of smoke and soil were lost at once, not to mention that there was a large amount of munitions on the ship.

Satomi Fu could already foresee what kind of storm he would face next.

After a while, Satomi finally digested the news. He forced himself to calm down and ordered to the men who reported the news:

"You should go to the naval headquarters now and continue to contact the shipping department to find out the specific situation, where the ship sank, and whether the cargo on the ship can be recovered. Go quickly!"

"Hi."

The men immediately ran away from Satomi's mansion and went straight to the naval headquarters.

However, after the subordinate left, Satomi picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"It's time for you to move."

"I see."

After two simple sentences, Satomi hung up the phone and started to pack his things.

He just asked his men to go to the Navy Headquarters to inquire about information. In fact, it was just to distract the other party. Satomi knows very well that tobacco, especially refined tobacco, is basically useless once it is soaked in sea water.

In other words, the losses this time are real.

Judging from Satomi's many years of experience under Doihara Chief, he can be sure that he will definitely be thrown out and convicted by Doihara Chief.

At that time, facing those chaebol and military leaders who were furious because they had suffered huge losses, Satomi would have no choice but to die.

Satomi Fu didn't want to die. After running the Satomi Agency for so many years, he had already accumulated a considerable fortune. This money is enough for him to live the rest of his life as a rich man anywhere in the world.

Therefore, Satomi would not say that he would stay in Shanghai and wait for Director Doihara to arrest him for questioning. He would find a way out for himself.

The phone call he made just now was a secret that was planted in Shanghai a long time ago. It was only kept as a precaution, but it was unthinkable that it would be used now.

Satomi didn't pack much, only some important documents and a few personal belongings, which together only filled a briefcase.

Satomi Fu had already deposited more belongings into his pseudonymous account at Citibank.

Soon, Satomi, who had washed up and put on a disguise, left his mansion before dawn, taking his briefcase with him.

Didn't attract anyone's attention.

Just when Satomifu was leaving, he was in a guild hall in Zhabei District.

Yoshiko Kawashima, dressed in men's clothing, has already gotten up and started her daily morning exercises.

As a woman, Kawashima Yoshiko has a kind of self-discipline that is rare in many men. In order to maintain her physical fitness, she has always insisted on the habit of getting up early to exercise.

After a routine exercise, Yoshiko Kawashima looked at herself sweating profusely in the mirror, her eyes full of ambition.

She once thought that the revival of the Manchus lay in the emperor who stepped down and came back to power, but after truly seeing the situation in Manchuria, Kawashima Yoshiko understood that that man was just a puppet of the Japanese.

If you really want to revive the Manchus and rebuild the Qing Dynasty, you still have to rely on the Manchus themselves!

Therefore, Kawashima Yoshiko began to madly seize power, which in turn aroused the dissatisfaction of the Japanese, who began to deliberately neglect her. But this did not make Yoshiko Kawashima restrain. She became more and more convinced that the Japanese were untrustworthy, and she became more and more fanatical about power.

Now, she once again came to the "magic city" of Shanghai.

In Kawashima Yoshiko's view, this magical city with all possibilities is her first step in reviving the Manchu people.

Just when Yoshiko Kawashima was looking in the mirror and imagining her bright future, a phone call came in.

"Miss Kawashima, something bad has happened. The ship transporting cigarette smoke has sunk."

Yoshiko Kawashima felt confused and couldn't hear clearly the last few sentences on the phone.

She took a deep breath and asked again word for word: "What did you say, what ship sank?"

On the other end of the phone, the voice said urgently:

"Miss Kawashima, I heard it with my own ears. Agency Chief Satomi's men came to report not long ago, and I happened to hear it. Just now Agency Chief Satomi left, and I quickly called you to inform you. You should do it early. Get ready, I'm calling you secretly, I can't say any more, goodbye."

Having said this, the other end of the phone hung up immediately.

Kawashima Yoshiko still couldn't believe it when she held the phone, but the caller was the person she had placed next to Satomi Fu, so she was absolutely trustworthy.

Thinking of this, Yoshiko Kawashima picked up the phone and dialed a new number.

Soon, the call was connected. She hurriedly asked:

"I'm Yoshiko Kawashima. Is there any special news from the shipping department today?"

"Miss Kawashima, I do have news. A cargo ship sent a message a few hours ago saying that they hit the rocks and sank. The navy has already rushed to the sea area where the accident occurred. The specific situation is not yet clear."

After hearing this answer, Yoshiko Kawashima no longer had any luck in her heart.

"thank you, I know now."

"You're welcome."

After putting down the phone, Kawashima Yoshiko's lips trembled for a moment, and her face became increasingly ugly.

"how so?"

The informant informed Kawashima Yoshiko that she completely lost her sense of proportion for a moment. Kawashima Yoshiko subconsciously picked up the cigarette case, took out a lady's cigarette, and held it in her mouth.

She took out the matchbox and rubbed it several times, but couldn't ignite the flame. Finally, she was upset and threw the matches and cigarettes to the ground.

Kawashima Yoshiko looked at the closed door, her eyes seemed to penetrate through it, and she saw a group of ronin warriors in this guild hall.

She knew very well that the reason why these people united under her hands was purely driven by interests.

And the interests she used to bribe these people were just like the five thousand kilograms of smoke and soil she used to bribe President Zhang. They were nothing more than empty promises.

It is also known as "painting cake" as the saying goes.

But in Kawashima Yoshiko's opinion, as long as this batch of tobacco soil arrives, she can actually eat this "cake" in her stomach.

Not only her, but also these Ronin warriors and even President Zhang thought so.

But no one expected that something would happen to the cargo ship transporting the tobacco.

How could this happen?

How could this happen?

Like Satomi, Yoshiko Kawashima also knows very well that once the smoke sinks into the sea, it will basically be useless.

And without these "cakes", the ronin warriors he recruited would be scattered in the blink of an eye.

Not only that, I'm afraid that I will be implicated because of this incident, and maybe I will be severely punished by the Japanese.

However, thinking about the fact that Satomi was still on top of her head, Kawashima Yoshiko didn't think she would have much of a problem.

Thinking that she was just a vassal of the Japanese from beginning to end, and that she relied on her status as a vassal to avoid being severely punished, Yoshiko Kawashima felt that she looked a little ridiculous in the mirror.

Of course, she didn't know it at this time, but Satomi was already running away with the bucket.

The "tall man" she was looking forward to, who could hold up the collapsing sky for her, actually didn't exist at all.

　Thank you to the book friends for their recommendation votes and monthly support. I am grateful.

　　Sorry, the promised third update failed to materialize.

　　It will only get busier and busier in the future. Alas, I was scolded again after eating, and I don’t know how to help, nor how close I am to my relatives. The relationship has faded, blah blah.

　　so helpless.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)