Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 229 Night Gunfight
"..." Cao Weida's expression was unusually confident as he spoke in a resolute tone:

"Think about it, the Communist Party is so shrewd. With us as a long-term and stable client, how could they possibly be so unwise as to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs?"

"If they break their promises, they will only receive one-time supplies at most, but if we can continue to cooperate, we can provide them with a continuous supply of supplies."

"This meal will be a feast, every meal will be a feast," Cao Weida said with a smile, looking at Ono Oda.

"I think any smart person would know how to make the right choice."

"With these two points as guarantees, what do you think the Red Party will choose?"

"Yoshi, yoshi! Cao-san, you've successfully convinced me!" Ono Oda's eyes lit up, and he kept saying "yoshi," clearly convinced by Cao Weida's words.

After all, if he were in the Japanese soldiers' shoes, he would have made the choice he believed in.

Besides, even if they were really robbed, it wouldn't be their loss; the loss would belong to the Empire, and it wouldn't have anything to do with Ono Oda.

And if they succeed, all of that money will be theirs!
"Cao Sang, I have to say something about this. Such a good idea, how could you not have mentioned it? In fact, you should have mentioned it!"

"I apologize, I was being petty and judging you by my own standards. Ono-kun, you are an enlightened superior, and I was overthinking things."

Cao Wei Da smiled and agreed, inwardly bursting into wild laughter.

Damn it, that son of a bitch Ono Oda is really obsessed with money.

He completely ignored all the aspects involved in this deal!

I originally thought that Ono Oda, that little devil, would have some reservations, but I didn't expect him to agree so eagerly!
Simply amazing!

I'm so damn great!
You should know that his idea had several purposes in mind; it was a triple win!
First, it can provide food and supplies to the guerrillas, reducing their worries about supplies and allowing the heroes of the guerrillas to have less torment in terms of food.

Although Cao Wei Da sold a lot of supplies through Ruixin Grocery Store, the proportion of grain was not large.

After all, compared to other supplies, the Japanese, who were constantly engaged in a fierce battle with the Chinese army, were most concerned about food, weapons and ammunition.

Therefore, these two types of supplies were the most difficult to obtain in large quantities, and naturally very few were transported to the anti-Japanese base areas.

Moreover, only a small portion of these supplies were delivered to the guerrillas; the majority were transported to the rear and then distributed in a unified manner.

The guerrillas still faced severe food shortages.

With Cao Wei Da's terrible idea, the guerrillas' food and supplies would be greatly improved.

Secondly, it can provide some assistance to the people of Beiping within its capacity.

Of course, once the grain was brought in, the price wouldn't be cheap, and many people still couldn't afford it or buy it.

But don't forget, the Japanese soldiers' provisions weren't the pig feed that the people of Beiping ate, but real grain!
With this grain, as long as you have some money, who would want to eat that mixed grain pig feed?
In this way, the purchasing power of some people can be diverted. With fewer people buying, the price of mixed grains will naturally drop, allowing poor people to buy more grain.

This would greatly reduce the hunger index of the poor people in Beiping.

The third reason is also to contribute to the war effort on the front lines.

Even Japanese devils are human beings; human beings need to eat.

There's only so much food. If we lose a batch, the Japanese soldiers at the front will have one less bite to eat and one less bit of strength.

For the soldiers fighting against the Japanese invaders, wasn't this a form of indirect support?

"Hey, Cao-san, you don't need to worry like this next time. If you have such a good money-making idea, just say it. Whether it's suitable or not, say it first."

Cao Weida tentatively asked, "Shall I add a few more points?"

"Oh? Tell me more!"

"Ono-kun, this is what I'm thinking: since we can do this with food, what about other supplies?"

You mean to say...

Hmm, not bad, Ono-kun, you've even learned to apply what you've learned to other situations!
In the afternoon, Cao Weida followed the vehicle to the outskirts of the city and executed the "collaborators".

After killing two 'bandits,' Cao Weida looked at the seven or eight corpses lying on the ground with a sense of loss.

Sigh, what could have sustained KPI performance for a month or two has been completely wiped out in less than half a month.

The main reason was that the Japanese had gotten impatient during this period and felt that executing two people a day was not enough of a deterrent, so they changed it to five to eight people a day.

This naturally increases the rate of consumption.

That night, Cao Weida lay in bed, feeling lost and dejected. He held Mo He's delicate body in his arms, his hands wandering aimlessly.

Since achieving stable KPIs, he has been sleeping soundly for several days now, except in a few necessary circumstances.

Every night after dinner, I would hold my wife's soft body and work hard, then fall asleep until dawn. It couldn't be more wonderful.

He was so happy with these carefree days that he almost forgot about home.

But such a pleasant life will end after dawn, and he will have to work hard every night again.

Mo He was awakened from her sleep by the disturbance. She snuggled her smooth, delicate body into his arms and said sweetly, "Master, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I'm not sleepy yet, you go to sleep." Seeing that she was awake, Cao Weida snapped out of his reverie, and his movements became even more unsteady. Mo He, who had been quite sleepy, was now wide awake after all this.

She gritted her teeth and said reproachfully, "Master~~"

She hummed softly, her eyes sparkling with springtime, and stretched out her body in perfect harmony.

Just as Cao Wei Da mounted his horse with his spear, a burst of gunfire rang out.

"Ah!" Mo He was startled and quickly wrapped her arms around the old man.

"Don't be afraid, they're still quite a distance away from here," Cao Weida said reassuringly, but his thoughts were preoccupied with the gunshots.

The guns sound different from each other. Judging from the sound, most of these guns seem to be Japanese rifles, with a few American submachine guns as well.

Huh?
The Japanese have quite a few light machine guns!

Boom boom boom~~
Goodness gracious, that's incredible, they've even used grenades!
There are quite a few!
"It seems that the Kuomintang spies have been discovered and a gunfight has broken out with the Japanese."

His ears twitched. The underground party didn't have American submachine guns, especially not in Beiping.

"If I remember correctly, some of the people who attacked the Tokyo Hotel used this kind of submachine gun."

"Xu Jingge also participated in the operation that time."

He secretly guessed that after Wu Jingzhong and his team completed their mission, the personnel could evacuate without any problem, but it was impossible for them to take the guns and ammunition with them.

He had provided those people with a considerable amount of Japanese equipment, and once Wu Jingzhong and the others left, this equipment would definitely be left to the local spies.

Taking all of this into account, and combining it with Xu Jingge's previous remarks.
"This is the Military Intelligence Bureau identifying internal spies!"

Having reached this conclusion, Cao Wei Da immediately calmed down, as long as Xu Jinge was not in any danger.

He had no intention of joining in the fun at this time; it was much more comfortable to hone his skills in his own room.

"Hmm... Master... outside..."

"Shh~~ Focus, don't worry, they can't hit us here."

If it doesn't concern me, I won't worry about it; I'll just bury myself in my work.

Mo He bit her rosy lips, silently enduring the master's whipping. Since the master had said so, she naturally had no worries.

The next morning, Cao Wei Da was awakened by a special service.

Stroking Mo He's head, Cao Weida was speechless: "Who did you learn that from?"

"I told my sisters, they said the master likes it." Mo He mumbled a reply, glancing up, and seeing that he seemed to be enjoying it, she immediately worked even harder.

Although the sisters get along very well, they still have to compete when necessary.

If I don't keep up with the methods my sisters all have, wouldn't I be falling behind?

Cao Wei Da declined to comment on this, since he was the ultimate beneficiary.

After his morning exercise, Cao Weida quickly washed up and ate breakfast before heading straight to the police station.

After arriving at the police station for roll call, I learned that the events of last night had already spread.

After all, there was quite a commotion last night, with loud gunshots, and it couldn't be hidden.

They consulted with several people, since the people from those departments were reliable and their information was always readily available.

After making a few inquiries, he received news that shocked him.

Last night, the Kuomintang's Military Intelligence Bureau (MIB) and the Japanese exchanged fire, resulting in casualties on both sides. The MIB left behind seven or eight corpses and captured May 1st, while the Japanese suffered more than eighty deaths!
"More than eighty people died?! But the Military Intelligence Bureau only lost seven or eight?" Cao Weida asked incredulously, "Is this for real? Is the casualty ratio really that high?"

When did the Kuomintang's secret agents become so powerful? And when did the Japanese soldiers become so useless?

How could they achieve a kill ratio of 10 to 1?

Isn't this nonsense?

Duomen whispered, "I heard it was a trap set by the Military Intelligence Bureau, deliberately luring the Japanese and their puppet troops in."

"I also heard that these Kuomintang agents had a lot of heavy weapons, and most of the Japanese soldiers and puppet troops were shot dead before they could even react."

So this is ah
Cao Wei Da pondered for a moment. If it was a deliberate trap to surround and kill the Japanese soldiers, then it was indeed quite possible.

"However, Master Duo, the news spread far too fast. What happened last night has already spread this morning?" Cao Weida asked, somewhat puzzled.

Duomen rolled her eyes, glancing at him with envy and jealousy: "You think everyone is like you, not having to do any dirty or tiring work all day, finishing work at five o'clock, and then sleeping soundly until dawn?"

Cao Wei Da awkwardly touched his nose. You know what, ever since he got involved with Ono Oda, he really hasn't done any dirty or tiring work.

In reality, this era did not have the legally mandated 9-to-5 work hours like later generations.

(End of this chapter)