You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

July 17th arrived quickly.

Lin Feng took the initiative to host a banquet for Special Commissioner Wu and County Head Chen at the best restaurant in the county.

Special Envoy Wu thought Lin Feng had finally come to his senses and was going to continue giving him money, but he didn't expect Lin Feng to just get up and turn on the radio in the corner of the private room.

First came the crackling sound of electricity, followed by a passionate, firm voice with a strong Fenghua accent.

"...If war breaks out, then there will be no distinction between north and south, no distinction between young and old, and everyone will have the responsibility to defend the land and resist the enemy, and everyone should be prepared to sacrifice everything..."

The private room fell silent instantly.

Even County Chief Chen stared wide-eyed at the radio in disbelief.

County Magistrate Chen was in a state of turmoil. This Lin Feng was too lucky. Could it be that he had foreseen this day?

impossible?

Everyone in the private room knew that this speech meant that the Nationalist government had finally stopped backing down and formally established the national policy of full-scale resistance against Japan.

Lin Feng stood beside the radio, listening to the familiar echoes of history, and smiled faintly.

This is the advantage of a time traveler; he knows when the wind will pick up.

By taking advantage of this opportunity to raid the Wang family's property, they can turn a disaster into a victory.

The broadcast continued: "...Only by sacrificing ourselves to the very end, by fighting to the very end, by having the determination to sacrifice, can we achieve final victory..."

Special Envoy Wu's facial expressions changed like a mask, instantly transforming from hesitation and greed to righteous indignation and boundless integrity.

"Snapped!"

Special Envoy Wu slammed his hand on the table and abruptly stood up.

"Good! Well said!"

He turned around, strode up to Lin Feng, grasped Lin Feng's hands tightly, shook them vigorously, and even had tears welling up in his eyes:

"Commander Lin, Brother Lin, you did the right thing, you did the right thing."

"The Wang family colluded with the Japanese invaders, so they are traitors and national villains. Everyone has the right to kill them. You did a good job killing them. You showed the might of our Great Xia soldiers and the backbone of our Party and country."

County Chief Chen, who was standing to the side, was dumbfounded, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

"Special Envoy, what about... a diplomatic dispute?" Lin Feng feigned hesitation.

"What diplomatic dispute?!" Special Envoy Wu waved his hand, full of heroic spirit, "That was the Japanese invasion, an armed provocation. What you did was legitimate self-defense, protecting your homeland."

I will immediately send a telegram to the provincial government, not only to commend you, but also to expose the crimes of the Wang family to the public, so that all the people of the province can see what happens to traitors.

"Brother Lin, don't worry. With me here, I, Wu Wentao, will be the first to object to anyone who dares to say a bad word about you."

Lin Feng looked at the special envoy in front of him, who was bursting with the desire to perform, and found it amusing. He silently muttered the word "bastard."

He turned to look at County Chief Chen, who was standing there dumbfounded, with a playful look in his eyes.

County Magistrate Chen was filled with deep regret.

Lin Feng had previously given him a chance to share in the Wang family's real estate and to carry the banner of "resistance against Japan," but he refused out of fear of taking responsibility.

That's all pure, unadulterated money!

Now, things have changed. With the Lushan speech, the War of Resistance against Japan has become politically correct.

Lin Feng has become a hero, and the province will definitely make this a reality, to give face to the high-ranking members of the White Party and boost their morale.

And what about him?

He became that incompetent official who backed down at a crucial moment and even tried to protect traitors.

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After seeing off the beaming Commissioner Wu, Lin Feng stood at the gate of the security regiment's residence, watching the black sedan speed away, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

The four thousand silver dollars in gold bars were exchanged for a talisman, plus an unprecedented ninety percent of the military pay issued by the Provincial Security Command.

This deal was worthwhile.

Generally speaking, the military pay for the security regiment goes through several intermediaries before it leaves the province. If the local security regiment manages to receive 70% of the pay, they should be extremely grateful and thank their ancestors.

Of course, the lower-ranking militiamen fared even worse; unpaid wages were commonplace, like the original owner of Lin Feng's body before his transmigration.

The reason why 90% of the money was distributed this time was firstly because Commissioner Wu finally got the money and did the right thing, said a few good words about it in the province, and formed a good relationship with Lin Feng.

Secondly, Lin Feng's current momentum is immense, and the province intends to present the suppression of the major traitor Wang Fuhai and the elimination of Japanese spies as a gift to the Lushan speech. Naturally, they cannot make things too ugly with the military pay.

"Pass down the order: the entire regiment assembles for pay."

Soon, more than 600 new and old members of the militia lined up neatly on the playground.

When the gleaming silver dollars and brand-new legal tender were handed to everyone, the entire playground erupted in cheers.

"My goodness, the full amount was paid? Not a single penny less?"

"The rumors are true, Commander Lin has really changed his ways."

"Following Commander Lin means you get to eat meat and make money, it's worth it!" This was an undercover agent that Lin Pei-chi had arranged in advance.

Seeing the soldiers' excited expressions, Lin Feng knew in his heart that the morale of this team was now completely stabilized.

In this chaotic world, ideologies and ideals were too distant concepts for lowly soldiers who could barely read.

If you give them enough money, feed them well, and don't treat them like livestock, they will be willing to sell their lives to you.

After distributing the soldiers' pay, Lin Feng returned to the command post.

Inside the room, the second steward, Lin Peiji, and the accountant, Wang Suanpan, were engrossed in a pile of account books and the sound of abacuses clattering like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

"Young Master, the accounts have been tallied."

Upon seeing Lin Feng enter, Lin Peiji put down his calligraphy brush, took off his reading glasses, and rubbed his temples.

"Tell me about our current assets," Lin Feng said, sitting down and picking up his teacup.

"Yes."

Wang Suanpan adjusted his glasses, picked up an account book, and reported to his supervisor:

"First, there's the issue of monetization. In the past few days, Uncle Peiji and I have used our connections in the provincial capital and Shanghai to sell off all the paintings, calligraphy, antiques, and some jewelry that were difficult to carry, which we confiscated from the Wang family."

"The total funds recovered amounted to 35,000 silver dollars."

At this point, Lin Peiji couldn't help but interject, "Young Master, what a pity. If these things had been sold for at least 50,000 silver dollars six months ago."

But now that war has broken out in Beijing and Tianjin, people are panicking. "In prosperous times, antiques are valued; in chaotic times, gold is valued." The wealthy are busy exchanging their valuables for gold and other valuables, causing the prices of antiques and calligraphy to plummet. And because we're in a hurry to sell, we've been forced to accept much lower prices.

Lin Feng waved his hand dismissively: "As long as I can make a move, that's fine. In the current situation, it would be foolish to run away with a bunch of bottles and jars. Converting them into cash and weapons is the real deal."

"Young Master is wise." Lin Peiji nodded, then lowered his voice, "Also, as you instructed, we didn't touch those knives; we left them all."

"Yes, well done."

A hint of admiration flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.

He knew all too well that with the full-scale outbreak of the War of Resistance, the legal tender would rapidly depreciate and eventually become worthless. While the silver dollar was relatively strong, its actual purchasing power was declining due to rising prices and inflation.

Only the Dale, for the next eight years, will be a currency harder than gold.

Wang Suanpan continued his report: "Secondly, there's the proceeds from seizing the Wang family's shops and warehouses in the county. After deducting the costs of severing employees, settling debts, and the four thousand silver dollars 'commission' given to Special Commissioner Wu, we netted thirty thousand silver dollars in cash."

"As for the Wang family's house, farmland, and salt well shares, etc., we haven't touched them, as you suggested. They've all been sealed off and are waiting for the county government to handle them." Wang Suanpan glanced at Lin Feng, "As you wish, we haven't touched them. They've all been sealed off and are waiting for the county government to handle them."

"It's right not to move."

Lin Feng tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

One should not eat in a rude or unseemly manner.

If you take the ill-gotten gains, so be it; there's no way to prove it once you're dead.

But the real estate is all in the open. If we were to take it all, the bigwigs in the province who are eyeing this lucrative opportunity would definitely object.

Let them fight amongst themselves; the best approach is to use real money to build up your army.

"Finally, adding what you had left over, and the surplus military pay issued by the province this time..."

Wang Suanpan made one last move on the abacus beads and announced a number:

"Currently, we have a total of 68,000 silver dollars available in our accounts, plus 5,000 taels of silver and 300 small yellow croakers."

"Okay! Thank you for your hard work."

Lin Feng stood up, feeling much more energetic.

With this money, his military expansion plan could continue in a large-scale manner.

"Uncle Peiji, go and contact the city again to purchase another batch of building materials. Our camp needs to be expanded. Now, including the militia and my guards, there are more than 1,300 men. The original barracks are simply not enough to accommodate them all, so we need to build new ones."

"Yes, young master, don't worry, I'll take care of it right away."

After seeing the two off, Lin Feng closed the door and drew the curtains.

Next up was his "shopping time".

The mind sinks into the system.

Current exchange points: 179

Current merit points: 109

"System, recharge."

Lin Feng waved his hand and directly transferred the 60,000 silver dollars into the system.

[Recharge successful. Current total exchange points: 1379 points]

Looking at the four-figure balance, Lin Feng felt rich again.

"1369 points...that's enough to pull off a big heist."

His gaze skipped over the ordinary infantry squads and locked onto the list of vehicles and heavy weapons.

Although the previous battles went smoothly, it was because the Wang family servants and the Japanese ronin did not have heavy weapons.

Once on the battlefield of Shanghai, facing the Japanese tanks, armored vehicles, and even low-flying strafing aircraft, flesh and blood and mortars alone would not be enough to withstand the attack.

We need something tough.

[Exchange for a basic Nationalist Army 75mm mountain gun squad x4, costing 320 points]

[Exchange for 4 Sd.Kfz.222 light armored reconnaissance vehicles, costing 240 points]

Current exchange points: 819

Lin Feng couldn't wait to leave the command post and go to the playground.

Four wheeled armored vehicles were parked there quietly, while the crew members, dressed in standard Han armored corps uniforms, stood in front of the vehicles, awaiting inspection from their superior.