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"By using this bloodletting tactic, we will continuously deplete their manpower and resources, ensuring they never build a shipyard."

This is a very mature and prudent plan, proceeding steadily and cautiously with almost no risk.

However, after hearing this, Third Fleet Commander Teruhisa Komatsu shook his head and a haughty smile appeared on his face.

"Commander Okamura, I don't think it's necessary to go to such lengths."

"Oh?"

Okamura looked at him: "What insightful opinion do you have, Komatsu-kun?"

"I wouldn't call it insightful."

Komatsu Teruhisa stood up, hands behind his back, his tone arrogant: "Since we're going to fight, let's make it simple. Why don't we just send out our fleet and take Jiaodong City in one fell swoop?"

"A one-time solution, saving us all this trouble."

Okamura was suddenly taken aback.

Capture Jiaodong City?

Oh shit!

If I could take Jiaodong City, I would have done it long ago! Why would I need you to make sarcastic remarks here?

He looked at Teruhisa Komatsu with an expression as if he were an idiot, and asked, word by word, "Komatsu-kun, what do you plan to use to take Jiaodong City?"

"Of course, we'll use the power of our navy!"

Teruhisa Komatsu stood tall, his face beaming with confidence: "Our Third Fleet to China now possesses the aircraft carrier Kaga! It has a standard displacement of 26,900 tons, a top speed of 28 knots, and can carry 72 carrier-based aircraft!"

He paused, his eyes gleaming with pride: "Seventy-two carrier-based aircraft, deployed together, are enough to reduce the entire city of Jiaodong to ruins!"

"Don't even mention a small dock; we can completely destroy all of the Eighth Route Army's fortifications! Taking Jiaodong City will be a piece of cake!"

"Komatsu-kun, I feel I need to remind you, the Eighth Route Army also has airplanes, and they're very advanced!"

Okamura practically gritted his teeth as he uttered those words.

To everyone's surprise, Teruhisa Komatsu scoffed, his disdain deepening: "Commander Okamura, do you think our naval air force is the same as your army's useless trash?"

These words, like a sharp knife, pierced the hearts of all the army generals.

The temperature in the conference room instantly dropped to freezing.

Okamura looked at Komatsu Teruhisa's smug face and suddenly laughed.

She smiled exceptionally brightly.

"Great! Excellent!"

He clapped his hands: "Since Lord Xiaosong is so confident, then I'll wait and see! Once you take Jiaodong City, I will personally report to headquarters to commend you and hold a grand... victory celebration for you!"

"Then thank you very much, Lord Okamura!"

Komatsu Teruhisa proudly raised his chin, as if Jiaodong City was already his for the taking.

. . .

2025.

Xiyue Bay Grand Flat.

"Junior, I was wrong!"

"Wrong, wrong!"

"I'll never do it again!"

……

The next morning.

Qin Ran opened her eyes right on time.

She carefully moved Shen Wang's arm away from her waist and quietly got out of bed.

Although she had been up all night, she was not tired at all; on the contrary, she looked radiant with a healthy blush on her skin.

She walked to the mirror, touched her cheek, and couldn't help but laugh.

She doesn't know if it's just psychological, but she always feels that her skin is getting better and better, especially her face, which is smoother, whiter, and more delicate than before.

"Could it really be thanks to the junior's brand facial cleanser?"

Qin Ran blushed and muttered something under her breath, then quickly shook her head, banishing the absurd thought from her mind.

She bent down and picked up the black stockings, red-soled stilettos, and wrinkled suit skirt that were scattered on the floor, folded them neatly, and put them into the laundry basket.

Then she changed into clean loungewear and went into the kitchen.

Half an hour later, a delicious breakfast prepared with love was placed on the table: a sunny-side-up egg fried to a golden brown, crispy toast, and a glass of warm milk.

Qin Ran picked up a pen, wrote a line on a sticky note, and stuck it on the milk cup.

"bb, xmgqsbl..."

She glanced at Shen Wang, who was still fast asleep, tiptoed and kissed him on the forehead, then picked up her bag and quietly left home.

Shen Wangcai was awakened by the vibration of his phone at nine o'clock in the morning.

He picked up his phone in a daze. It was a WeChat message from Qin Ran, along with a long Excel spreadsheet.

"B&B, 30,000 tons of rice, 20,000 tons of flour, 10,000 tons of cabbage, 10,000 tons of potatoes, 5,000 tons of cured meat, 3,000 tons of cooking oil... have all been transported to the old wharf warehouse."

Shen Wang replied with "Okay," then lifted the covers and got out of bed.

After washing up, he walked to the dining table, picked up the still-warm milk, took a sip, and then took a bite of toast.

Ok.

I have to say, my senior's cooking skills are getting better and better.

More and more people are becoming proficient.

Last night was very comfortable.

After finishing breakfast, Shen Wang changed his clothes and took a taxi straight to the old wharf warehouse.

The old dock warehouse was deserted, with its heavy iron doors tightly shut.

Shen Wang opened the door and went inside. He saw that the warehouse was filled with sacks of grain, piled up like small mountains, stretching as far as the eye could see.

He looked around and made sure no one was there.

Then, a thought struck him.

The next second, the mountain of grain in the warehouse vanished instantly.

The warehouse was instantly emptied, with only a few straws scattered on the ground.

Shen Wang clapped his hands, turned around, walked out of the warehouse, and locked the door.

. . .

1941 Jiaodong City

Smoke filled the mud-brick building of the joint command headquarters.

Commander Lu squatted on the ground, a cigarette between his fingers, his brows furrowed deeply. The brigade commander stood beside him, looking at the map on the wall, his face also filled with worry.

"The recruitment of 100,000 migrant workers went very smoothly."

The brigade commander sighed and said, "In these chaotic times of war, three catties of rice a day is enough to feed a family. When the people in the surrounding area heard about it, they all rushed to come and get some."

"What's the use of going smoothly?"

Commander Lu took a deep drag on his cigarette and stubbed it out on the ground: "We don't have enough food! Although headquarters allocated five tons of gold, there's no market for grain right now. We've searched all the surrounding counties and only managed to buy a little over five million catties of grain."

"This amount of food is only enough to feed 100,000 migrant workers for ten to fifteen days."

"The construction of the shipyard and airport will take at least three months. What can we do? We can't let the migrant workers work on an empty stomach, can we?"

The brigade commander also fell silent.

This is the biggest problem they are facing right now.

Before, we didn't have money to buy food; now that we have money, we still can't buy food.

The Japanese blockade, the breaching of the Huayuankou dike, and the severe drought led to a food shortage throughout Shanxi, Hebei, Shandong, and Henan provinces.

Just as the two men were frowning in worry, a staff officer rushed in, his face beaming with excitement: "Reporting, Commander! Reporting, Brigade Commander! Mr. Shen has arrived! He's outside the city!"

"What?"

"Mr. Shen has arrived?"

"Very good!"

"Let's go! Go and greet them!"

Without saying a word, the two of them strode towards the city gates.