1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

He was illiterate, so he couldn't understand the words "Bank of Japan Exchange Note" and "This note can be exchanged for gold...";

However, he still understood the number, and then he almost stopped breathing.

It's actually...

Two hundred yuan!!!

007 Taking the Agent to Eat, Drink, Whore and Gamble 1

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Fujiwara no Kanezane, who casually threw away a 3-yen note, which was almost equivalent to a rickshaw driver's annual income or a government official who had just been working for nearly three months, did not care about this trivial matter, and the agent cared even less.

These two people have absolutely no idea about money.

By the way, that strange 200-yen note was a temporary banknote issued by the Bank of Japan to cope with a large-scale bank run during the Japanese financial crisis in 1927.

Due to the time constraints, the entire note was crudely designed. The front was barely passable, but the back was simply left blank with no pictures.

It looks like fake money... no, like ghost money.

However, this money can still be used for daily use, but it is not allowed to be exchanged for gold at the bank.

After all, during this period, Japan had announced that it would abandon the gold standard, banned gold exports, and established a national credit-based currency.

As for the line above, "This ticket can be exchanged for 200 yen in gold and silver, and you can apply for it," just treat it as a traditional Japanese joke.

What I write on paper is considered a .jpg.

I promote that I do not pollute the environment, so I do not pollute the environment.jpg.

Don’t talk too much.

In short, Fujiwara Kanezane, who had no shortage of money due to his family background and his mother's doting, took his agent to eat, drink, play, shop, stroll and see the sights around Ginza in Tokyo.

Soon, they ran into "trouble".

It’s simple, he was just surrounded by people.

The Fujiwara family had chosen beautiful women from the imperial court for marriage for generations, so Fujiwara no Kanezane was naturally very handsome.

But what about the agent?

Ha ha.

They're not even on the same level as humans, right?

After being invited to a casual meal for the fifth time, with the other party's eyes still scanning the agent's face and body, Mark finally couldn't stand it anymore:

"I say, agent, don't you feel anything?"

"Feeling? What does it feel like?"

"Because of these..."

Fujiwara no Kanemichi used his finger to hook the crowd not far away who were watching them stealthily or even openly:

"Don't you feel annoyed being chased by these pesky flies?"

"If you know they're bugs, why do you care? Why do you have feelings?"

The agent said calmly:

"You might be embarrassed to be naked in front of your own kind, but would you be ashamed to undress in front of a bug? If you think a bug is harassing you, just slap it to death."

"..."

Because the agent in front of him had such a high opinion of him, Mark almost forgot:

This iron-made butler is an absolute killing weapon in terms of physical functions, and his contempt for humans is almost deep within the AI ​​cloud.

In the game's plot, before reaching a reconciliation with the commander, this guy always described humans as "ants", "bugs", "garbage", "scum", and "trash".

"Or do you want me to kill them all? That way they won't be in the way, right?"

"No no no..."

Fujiwara Kanezane shook his head:

"You're still too rough. This isn't the way to have fun. You're being so pretentious and awkward."

"..."

Who is this person who just beat up a young man and stuffed him headfirst into a trash can, and then asked me to throw another person who claims to be a certain colonel into the river?

The agent's expression remained unchanged:

"Yes, your order?"

"and many more."

Fujiwara Kanezane asked the agent to stay in the corner for the time being, and he ran towards the "traffic policeman" in the middle of the road who was wearing a dark green uniform and holding a small black loudspeaker to direct traffic.

"Hey! That policeman!"

Hearing the shout, the police turned their heads slightly and saw Fujiwara Kanezane, who was very tall (at least 1.75 meters) and well-dressed, and showed respect:

"Young Master, do you need any help?"

"I want to ask, do you still have the mask on your face?"

The policeman was wearing a black mask that was surprisingly small and could only barely cover his mouth and the tip of his nose.

"...Uh...Hey, there's a spare."

"give me one."

"Excuse me, what do you want to wear this for?"

"I'm going to rob a bank."

"Hi?!"

"Just kidding, my girlfriend is a little cold. Give me a mask and I'll give you money."

"Oh no no no no, you are welcome to use it as you wish. It's not necessary."

The policeman hurriedly took out a folded spare mask from his pocket and handed it over respectfully;

Without even a thank you, the mask was taken away, but he received a 10-yen note.

"Master! Master! There's really no need!"

However, Fujiwara no Kanezane had already run away.

Although his accent is a bit strange, he is really generous...

He must be a noble son from some noble family, right?

The tutor is really good.

The policeman happily took the money and continued to direct traffic.

On the other side, Mark put the mask on the agent's face, took a look, and laughed:

"He really looks like a pervert, like Hannibal."

"That's Scarecrow, Commander."

The agent reached out and gently adjusted the position of the mask. Because of his small face, it surprisingly fit him well.

Although you can't avoid attracting attention in other ways when you go out wearing a mask like this, at least you won't be easily stared at or approached.

The two continued to hang out.

I drank a cup of coffee on the street for 0.1 yen and threw 5 yen to the owner. He said he couldn't make the change, so I just refused to take it.

I watched an old black-and-white movie at the cinema for 0.3 yen a ticket, lost 10 yen, and slipped out after less than ten minutes of watching.

He bought a bottle of French wine with a Japanese eel bento and ten pieces of tuna sushi for 10 yen, and gave the leftovers to the elementary school students who were drooling over him.

After hanging out with the agent until the afternoon, I felt hungry again and went to a high-end Italian restaurant in Ginza to have a candlelight dinner for two, which cost me 30 yen;

By the way, he used the Fujiwara family's name to force the boss to give him a 3 yen discount, and when he went out, he grabbed a passerby and stuffed the money into his arms;

Then he turned around and went to the nearby "Pachinko" (a type of pinball machine originally from Europe and America) shop. Under the manipulation of the agent, he used ten marbles to win. The boss's face turned green but he didn't dare to dissuade him.

The main thing is to do whatever you want.

(Japanese pinball machines, after inserting coins, the machine will shoot several small steel balls. These steel balls will continue to hit the nails inside the machine and change direction, eventually falling into other areas;)

(Depending on the area where the ball falls, players will receive different numbers of steel balls as rewards. Players who play well can win dozens of balls with one ball and then sell them to others to make money.)

(Of course, this is basically impossible. It would be strange if a gambling house would let you win. Besides, this thing is more addictive than ordinary gambling.)

"Tsk...My skills are far inferior to yours, Agent."

Mark picked his teeth and expressed his disdain for the food he had just eaten.

Incidentally, according to the agent, although her internal energy core is a small controlled nuclear fusion device, there is actually another set of organic combustion furnaces;

Therefore, even though she is a robot, she can eat human food normally, but she needs to open her abdominal cavity every once in a while to clean out a small amount of burning residue.

"Thank you for the compliment... Now, can we go back?"

"Nonononono..."

Mark shook his fingers and touched his belly:

"As the old saying goes, when you're well fed and warm, you'll think about sex. Agent, let's go! I'll take you to a whore!"

"..."

Even after hearing this, the agent's expression remained calm, and he even offered his own advice:

"Commander, based on the intelligence I've just gathered, I've confirmed once again that the incidence of sexually transmitted diseases in Japan is extremely high right now. If you need to vent your desires, I'm actually equipped with the most advanced..."

"You know shit! Do you really think I'm going there to solicit a prostitute?"

Mark interrupted the agent and said righteously:

"I'm going to see the world! I've finally made it here, so how can I not save the fallen women of Japan? I'm spreading love to the world, don't you understand?"

"..."

Sure enough, after having me, the commander completely let himself go.

The agent sighed inwardly and said seriously:

"Commander, do you want to hear my honest opinion?"

"Do not want to."

"...according to my database..."

"Alright, alright, forget the database."

Mark reached out and flicked the agent's forehead:

"Let's go! Now that we're here, we have to see it with our own eyes!"

"..."

An agent is an agent after all, and she will never disobey the commander's orders unless there is danger (that she cannot resolve).

So, since they had already arrived in Shinjuku, the two of them went into Kabukicho, a high-end district that was said to be as prosperous as Ginza.

As a result, within two minutes of entering, Mark was successfully persuaded to leave.

"Fuck, is this a ghost?!"

Her grandmother's.

This "Kabuki" is painted like a fucking ghost, and the performance is like a robot. As a Chinese, I really can't appreciate it.

Little Japanese stuff...

"..."

Although she was slightly dissatisfied with Fujiwara Kanezane's strange Japanese, Mama-san could sense his disdain. She glanced at the agent standing behind her without saying a word and said with a charming smile:

"Master, if you don't like our Japanese Kabuki, we have other types for you to choose from. Otherwise, I can call two Russian girls for you..."

If an ordinary person came to a high-end Kabuki theater like theirs, they would say "I don't like it" with a look of disgust and would have to kick them out;