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Looking at the aunt in front of him who seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, Shen Wang felt a mix of emotions.

He remembered that when he was a child, his aunt would save him a portion of the delicious food she cooked, and that his aunt, though a chatterbox, had helped him out when his mother was going through a difficult time...

"Auntie, don't worry, I'll definitely help my cousin with his problem!"

Even if his aunt didn't say anything, Shen Wang would still find a way to help his cousin.

"Oh, oh! Okay, okay! Xiaowang, thank you! Auntie... Auntie thanks you!" Zhou Ming's mother nodded repeatedly, her voice choked with emotion.

"Big sister, we're all family, no need to be so polite," Shen Wang's mother said.

"Yes, yes, we're all family! Let's drink until we drop tonight!"

"Our family has produced a true dragon! We should celebrate properly!"

"Come on, drink..."

The private room became lively again.

Shen Wang felt a headache coming on after listening for a while.

"Everyone, please be quiet, I have something to say!"

Instantly, the private room fell silent.

They all turned to look at Shen Wang.

Shen Wang organized his thoughts and said, "I know everyone is happy, but it's best not to let anyone outside our family know about this!"

"Furthermore, don't overestimate my abilities. Don't do anything like bullying men or women; I can't handle that!"

Shen Wang was worried that his relatives would get carried away and cause some big trouble.

The relatives naturally understood.

"Don't flaunt your talents, I understand!"

"Xiao Wang is right, none of us can cause trouble for him!"

"Keep a low profile! We must keep a low profile!"

Shen Wang was finally relieved.

Ultimately, they are just ordinary people.

At this moment, what everyone wants most is nothing more than to be assigned a good job and find a way to make money.

The relatives are already satisfied with just these things!

The turmoil was temporarily quelled by Shen Wang's few words that brought the situation under control.

But everyone knows that from this day forward, the power dynamics within this family have completely changed.

Shen Wang is the true "dragon" of their family!

After drinking a few more glasses of wine, Shen Wang took the opportunity to find an excuse to leave, and his relatives naturally dared not stop him.

Back home, Shen Wang tidied up and prepared to travel through time.

. . .

1941, mountain city, Huangshan official residence.

The principal sat behind his large desk, his face calm and expressionless.

The head of the secret service, Boss Dai, stood in front of the table, bowing slightly, holding a thick file in his hands.

For the past month or so, his intelligence network, especially his stations in North and Northwest China, has devoted almost all its energy to investigating one thing—

The Eighth Route Army's unbelievable source of equipment.

"Principal...based on intelligence from all sides, we can now basically confirm..."

Boss Dai's voice was very low.

"The Eighth Route Army has recently acquired various new weapons, including super tanks that can easily destroy the Japanese Type 95 heavy tanks, automatic rifles comparable to light machine guns, incredibly powerful individual cannons, and anti-aircraft guns with extremely high accuracy..."

"The source of all these pieces of equipment points to a mysterious figure—a man named Shen Mingyuan."

"Shen Mingyuan?" The principal raised his head slightly.

He then asked, "Have you verified their identity? Which faction do they belong to?"

"The Soviet Union? Or... an alternative channel secretly supported by the United States?"

A strange look appeared on Boss Dai's face. He shook his head and said, "Reporting to the principal, this person's identity is extremely mysterious, as if he appeared out of thin air."

"We've used every available network, including surveillance of the international black market for arms, but we can't find any record of him!"

"He seems to only have contact with the Eighth Route Army, and..."

"And what?" the principal pressed.

"Moreover, according to existing intelligence, these equipment... are not for sale, at least not in the conventional sense of arms transactions."

At this point, Boss Dai was starting to question his own existence.

"Principal... It seems the Eighth Route Army only used a batch of antiques and jewelry worth about 100,000 silver dollars, and... 100,000 border region currency, to exchange them for a massive amount of weaponry enough to arm nearly a brigade!"

"What?"

The principal's usually calm face finally showed obvious signs of emotion.

"Ten thousand silver dollars worth of antiques, plus ten thousand dollars worth of their own printed currency, and they exchanged it for a brigade's new equipment?"

After saying this, even the principal found it hard to believe.

"Principal, that's not all... there are also those 14 super tanks, and a small arms factory..."

Mr. Dai added that he himself found it unbelievable.

"Snapped!"

The principal slammed his hand on the table.

"Damn it!"

"Two hundred thousand silver dollars? In my hands, that wouldn't even be enough to buy three 105mm howitzers from the Americans!"

What the hell is the difference between this and giving it away for free?

The principal's chest heaved, clearly provoked by this "unequal exchange."

What merit did the Eighth Route Army possess to encounter such a "generous benefactor"?

This made him feel even worse than if he were given hundreds of thousands of dollars in aid!

Because it means the other party isn't after money at all, but something else entirely!

And this "other" thing is precisely what he least wants to see!

Boss Dai lowered his head, not daring to reply.

The principal took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.

He knew that getting angry was useless; the key was to solve the problem.

"Yu Nong," the principal said in a deep voice, "I don't care what methods you use, at all costs, find out everything about this Shen Mingyuan!"

"Who exactly is he? Where did he come from? Where did he get all this equipment? And what does he want?"

"Yes!" Boss Dai immediately straightened up.

"Furthermore," the principal tapped his fingers on the table, "do whatever you can... no, you absolutely must find a way to 'invite' him to Shancheng!"

"I want to see him in person!"

"We have money, official positions, and prestige all to offer! He can name his terms as long as he's willing to come!"

Boss Dai had anticipated this, and quickly replied, "The principal is wise! The students have already arranged for their most capable personnel to infiltrate and search in Shanxi Province and the areas where the Eighth Route Army is active, but..."

"However... in the past month or so, this person has vanished as if he has disappeared from the face of the earth, and has not made any public appearances since. Our people have not yet been able to find his exact whereabouts."

The principal was not surprised by the result; it's not easy to find someone who can produce such equipment.

He waved his hand, indicating that Boss Dai could continue to speed things up.

However, Boss Dai did not immediately take his leave; instead, a more serious expression appeared on his face.

"Principal, I have another extremely important piece of information. Although it hasn't been fully confirmed yet, the possibility is very high." Boss Dai lowered his voice even further.

"Speak," the principal said, looking at him.

"One of our top agents, who was planted within the Eighth Route Army, recently risked his life to send out some startling news."

"When the Eighth Route Army raided He County and destroyed the command post of the Xiaopu Regiment, it is very likely that... they captured the regimental flag of the Japanese 36th Infantry Regiment!"