1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

"Okay, Marshal Zhang, the brothers came to you to borrow some money. If we can't borrow money, then we can only borrow your life." "Brother! I don't have any money!"

"You have money to marry concubines but no money to spend on your brothers, right? You've been ripping off the land in Shandong and you still say you have no money, right? Kill him."

The "taxes were collected until ninety-nine years later" meme largely originated from Zhang Zongchang. In addition to the traditional head tax, land tax, and commercial tax, other taxes also included but were not limited to:

Banquet tax, cooking tax, firewood tax, vegetable tax, smoking tax, luxury tax, manure tax, goods landing tax; tea tax, aquatic product tax, prostitution tax, door-opening tax, wealthy tax, dog tax, chicken tax, cow tax, pig tax...

In addition to the unprecedentedly heavy taxes, this man also allowed his troops, especially the White Russian mercenaries, to commit all sorts of atrocities in Shandong, including burning, killing, looting, and plundering. Master Zhang, who "never knew how many soldiers he had, how much money he had, or how many concubines he had," even argued:

"They came to me for wealth and glory, so I must satisfy them!"

To win over the people, he often gave his concubines to meritorious officers, leading them to joke with each other, "Hurry up and fight this battle, so that we can cuckold the Marshal again." In short, this went on for three years, and the people of Shandong suffered terribly, with countless people starving to death and at least one million forced to flee to the Northeast.

Because it's better to join the bandits than to stay under this thing.

Even after the founding of the People's Republic of China, folk songs in Shandong were still popular, such as "Zhang Zongchang, sitting in Jinan, people have taxes, dogs have donations, and a pot head costs 800 yuan" and "There are also onions and ginger, and Zhang Zongchang is stewed in the pot." - When Zhang heard that Mark wanted to kill him, he immediately became anxious and begged for mercy while explaining:

"No, no, no, no, no! I really have no money! My money..."

It turns out that although this guy did make a lot of money in Shandong, he deposited all the money in a Japanese bank, and then...

The Japanese didn't deny it, but simply exchanged all the money for the so-called "military notes" issued by Zhang Zongchang during his time in Shandong to exploit the people of Shandong. That stuff is now worth only slightly more than toilet paper.

"You really have no money? Did the Japanese take all the money?"

"Yes! I really have nothing left! I only brought some US dollars and silver dollars back to China this time, about 100,000, all of which are given to you! Please let me go, big brother!" "Hehe..."

Mark glanced at the looted UMP4O, UMP9, and HK416, and seeing them nod in agreement, he ordered G11 back to him and had the agent take the Japanese woman and the money. Zhang Zongchang didn't care what would happen to his concubine. Seeing everyone about to leave, he breathed a sigh of relief, then felt a pang of regret for the lost money.

This time, let's go south to Shandong and ask Xiao Han (Han Fuqu) for some, otherwise this is too...

However, the man who walked to the gate suddenly sent back an order:

"Agent, kill him."

? ? ?

Before Zhang Zongchang could react, his head was twisted 180 degrees by a powerful force, finally allowing him to see his back. This warlord of the Republic of China, who was once as powerful as Yang Sen of Sichuan, who said, "There has never been a tax on feces since ancient times, and now there is no tax on farts," died.

Because it was winter, his body was not discovered by French patrol until spring came and it began to rot and stink. They offered 50 oceans, but no one was willing to help collect the body.

After hearing about this, the people of Shandong celebrated the New Year again.

076 Who is the Queen fucking?

"...Isn't this how all the funds for the World Revolutionary Party come from?"

After leaving Zhang Zongchang's small Western-style building, Zhao Ziqi asked half-jokingly and half-seriously as he watched several girls find a place to sort out the stolen money.

"How is that possible?"

Mark shook the dirty dollars in his hand and sneered:

"What can I do with this little money? It's not even enough to buy a meal."

A meal at your house costs tens of thousands of dollars...

Although she complained, Zhao Ziqi didn't really take her joke seriously.

If they had only relied on robbery, it would have been impossible to form and maintain such a "large and powerful" organization as the World Revolutionary Party.

Zhao Ziqi secretly glanced at "Ma Dongmei" who was sitting upright, "Ma Yaoyao" who was held in Mark's arms, and "Ma Xiaojiu" and "Ma Shiling" who were counting supplies.

Furthermore, these people before him were not the kind that could be bought with money. They must have been the elite of the Shireliu Party, trained since childhood. Perhaps even the coachman outside was one of theirs.

By the way, the girl (HK416) who had hardly spoken from beginning to end disappeared again.. Then, he heard a question in Japanese:

"Girl, are you planning to go back to Japan now?" Hmm?

Does Wu Jiu really speak Japanese?

Apparently, Zhang Zongchang's Japanese concubine hadn't expected this either. She was pleasantly surprised for a moment, then suddenly thought of something else. She said in horror, "Phi...hi...sir, I...I...I want to go back to my hometown..."

"Fine!"

Mark took five $100 bills from UMP40 and handed them to the concubine:

"Take this money and go back! I believe you know what to say and do... yours, understand?" "Yes! Yes! My lord! Mine! Understood!"

After leaving the French Concession and dropping off the Japanese concubine at a crowded place, Mark ordered the carriage to continue moving forward until it arrived at the Tianjin Wharf.

Zhao Ziqi looked at the ships and people coming and going in the distance and asked softly, "Where are we going? Can you tell me now?"

"hey-hey.…."

Mark pointed northeast again. Now Zhao Ziqi understood:

"You're going to the Northeast? The place occupied by the Japanese?" He was surprised again before he finished speaking.

"Wait? You agreed to let me come with you because you want me to go to the Northeast, right?"

"How about joining forces with Luo Dengxian? You're both good at labor movements and organizing, and you've worked in Northeast China before."

Putting aside what "forming a team" meant, Zhao Ziqi once again realized the powerful intelligence capabilities of the Shireliu Party.

Because the "Luo Dengxian" he mentioned was the Secretary of the Manchuria Provincial Committee of the Communist Party of China and Minister of Organization, who was just appointed last November! And yet, the S.P.R.C. already knew him inside out?

How many members of the Shih Chien Revolutionary Party are hiding in the ranks of the Chinese Communist Party?

Zhao Ziqi was silent for a moment, then asked, "Is this what you, the Shih Chien Party, mean?"

If so, what is the essential difference between this and the Communist International's crude interference in the selection of Chinese Communist Party leaders?

"No, no, no... I said we won't interfere with your decisions. That means we won't interfere with your decisions. At most, we'll influence them." Mark shook his finger.

"Anyway, I'm just telling you that the probability of me being active in the remote Northeast in the future will be higher..."

“I agree!!”

".….."

Look, Maozi, look at this, look at this. If you want to achieve your goal, why do you need to use force or those kinds of means? Look at the shitty things you did at the Fourth Middle School of the Sixth Session.

Rough, so fucking rough.

So, the statement that "the Soviet Union brought Russia to a historical position that it did not belong to" does have some truth to it. "OK, do you want me to send a telegram to the Soviet area or Shanghai for you?"

"No, I'll tell Comrade Dengxian myself later."

"Okay..."

After lunch, Wu Jiu and a group of people boarded the ship.

Naturally, it was the first-class cabin at the top. "...Going to Fengtian?"

"Yes, go to Fengtian."

(Note: Although Fengtian was renamed Shenyang in 1929, the locals still mostly called it "Fengtian." It was officially changed back to "Fengtian" after March 1932.) "What are you going there for?"

"Hey, go kill someone."

"..."

Started talking nonsense again.

Zhao Ziqi gradually learned to ignore Mark's lies and changed the subject, asking: "Then why not just take the train? I remember..."

"Since the beginning of February this year, trains in and outside the country have been completely cut off!"

Zhao Ziqi narrowed his eyes.

This seemingly unintentional remark reveals one thing:

The Shih KMT's intelligence points and influence in the north are also quite impressive;

Otherwise, how could Wu Jiu, who had been struggling in Shanghai, know about something that happened in early February right after arriving in Tianjin? When was the information exchange completed just now?

Is that the girl (HK416)?

After imagining a bunch of things that didn't exist, the two of them talked about the Japanese invasion of Northeast China and other issues. With Ms. Ma Dongmei standing guard outside, there was no need to worry about leaks.

However, after a while, the agent knocked on the door and came in, whispering something in Mark's ear. The latter was surprised and said: "She? How could it be her? Shouldn't she have gone to Fengtian a long time ago?"

"it may be because..."

"Oh, that's it..."

Mark stood up and said to Zhao Ziqi, "You go back to your room and rest. I'm going to see someone I know." Then he took his agent and slipped out with interest.

I've met another historical figure! I heard she's quite pretty. I'll go check her out.

However, when they approached the cabin the agent mentioned, they found a young man about 30 years old standing nervously not far from the door. When they saw them walking in this direction,

He also shouted arrogantly:

"Who are you? This is a private cabin! Get out of here right now!"

Where did this idiot come from?

Mark, eager to see something new, didn't bother to say anything. He waved to the agent, who immediately rushed forward and punched the man in the abdomen, preventing him from farting. Then, the agent frowned and opened the door, only to see a naked woman lying on the bed, twisting her body unconsciously and moaning softly.

Another short, sturdy man, nearly naked, with half his buttocks exposed, stood by the bed, his short body erect. Hearing the noise outside, he turned around in shock. It was easy to imagine what was about to happen.

Without waiting for orders, the agent rushed forward again and threw a punch, silencing the guy.

Mark walked in unsteadily, and after seeing the man's large white shorts, he asked in Japanese in surprise:

"Are you Japanese?"

"..Uh...uh...vomit area..."

Seeing that this guy was temporarily speechless, Mark ordered: "Drag the guy outside the door in and ask him what's going on." "Yes."

Soon, after a major memory recovery operation, the two learned the whole story.

It turned out that the man outside the door was called Guobuluo Runliang, and the Japanese was the officer escorting them, named Konoe Tadateru, who could barely be considered a distant relative of Fujiwara no Kanezane. The naked woman lying on the bed was, of course, Guobuluo Wanrong, the last empress and the useless wife of Puyi, the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty!

They were supposed to depart from Tianjin for Dalian at the end of January or the beginning of February this year, and then go to Fengtian to reunite with Puyi; however, due to Wanrong's hesitation and the delay in receiving orders from the main messenger, Yoshiko Kawashima, they were forced to stay until now.

Two days ago, after finally learning of the death of Yoshiko Kawashima, Tadateru Konoe, who was in charge of the escort, could no longer tolerate it and forced Wanrong and others to set off. As for why this happened...

"...I...I thought that since he was from the Konoe family, he could help me study in Japan, so..." said Wanrong's elder brother and Puyi's brother-in-law, Guobulo Runliang.

In order to prevent Wanrong from struggling and resisting, they also gave her sleeping pills and aphrodisiacs.

Selling his sister to a "distinguished" Japanese man would help Runliang gain greater benefits; in this man's eyes, Manchukuo and Puyi were nothing but dogs of the Japanese. Since they were going to be dogs anyway, why not just serve as dogs for the Japanese, the dogs who had to be dogs? There would be no middlemen making a profit!

(Later Korea: Who are you cueing?) "Selling your sister for fame..."

Mark curled his lips and ordered:

"Kill them both and throw them farther away." "Yes."

With two crackling sounds, the agent dragged two bodies with broken necks out the door, waved his arm, grabbed one of the men by the calf, and threw him into the dark sea. The wind was strong, the waves were high, the sky was dark, and the moon was hidden. It was already bedtime, so no one noticed the sound of people falling into the water dozens of meters away.

Soon, another body was disposed of in the same way.

In fact, this was the result of the agent restraining her strength after considering the fragility of human limbs. Otherwise, if she were to exert her full strength, the first thing that would break would definitely be the limb itself.

When he returned to the room and closed the door, the agent saw his commander sitting by the bed, looking at the naked Wanrong with interest;

So, she walked over to the future queen, spread her thighs, and tossed around her private parts for a while. In front of Mark's stunned eyes, she said seriously: "Don't worry, she is indeed a virgin."

"puff!"

Mark couldn't help laughing:

"Why do you care whether someone is a virgin or not? I'm not the type to marry someone who is not a virgin."

"No, it's just that the sanitary conditions these days are really limited. There are too many gynecological diseases and sexually transmitted diseases among non-virgins, which can easily be transmitted to you and affect your health." "Well... that does make sense, but..."

Mark fanned his nose to dissipate the smell coming from Wanrong, and said with disgust: "I have no interest in fucking the ash shed."

077 Puyi is an impotent gay with a big dick

Yes, even though he was a few steps away, there was still a very strong smell of smoke in the room and near Wanrong's bed.

Although Mark himself had developed a smoking habit in his previous life due to his work, he hated women smoking, especially in front of him.

He had a girlfriend in his previous life, who was beautiful, had a good figure, and was very good in bed, but she just loved smoking and couldn't quit no matter what she did. In addition, there were personality and betrothal issues.

So in the end he chose to break up.

not to mention...

"...What's this sweet smell?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be opium."