Snow Leopard: Building the Strongest Elite Group through Robbery

Chapter 771 Old Buddy, I'll Take a Step First

"Father, what do you mean by this? Could it be that Zhou Weiguo can still find us?"

"You've worked in the Special High Technology Department for so long, but don't you know there's a term in this world called venting anger?"

Putting down his wine glass, Nan Zaolin glanced at her and said, "Whether you succeed or fail, you can't escape this. Who is Zhou Weiguo? He wouldn't even let his own parents go. You don't think he'll let you go when the time comes. Where do you get the confidence to think he'll let you go?"

Seeing his daughter listening attentively, Nan Zaolin felt much better. After suppressing his inner anxiety, he said, "You can get rid of Zhou Weiguo, but can you get rid of the others? Xiao Ya, Fang Shengli, Takeshita Jun, who among them is easy to mess with? From the moment you didn't reply to the telegram, they knew what you were planning."

Nanzō Yunko couldn't bear to listen anymore, so she stood up and prepared to leave.

Seeing his daughter's panic, he hummed and asked, "You guys didn't do what I said at all, did you?"

Yet...really not.

After all, the impact of this matter was too great, and Okamura Neiji and Yamadajima believed that if they were not careful, they would be in trouble.

"No, they don't think it's necessary."

Nan Zaolin waved his hand and said, "Alright, go tell them right away. There's still time for everything.

When Okamura Yasuji returned to his office after the meeting, he saw Nanzō Yūko there.

He frowned and said, "According to your habit, shouldn't you have gone home early today?"

Nanzō Yunko sighed, "General, I did go back, but the news my father told me forced me to come back and wait for you."

The fact that Nanzō Yunko came back to wait for him personally meant that the matter was very serious.

"What's wrong?" Okamura Neiji sat in a chair, opened the document, and asked while looking at it.

"General, regarding my father's suggestion that the US increase the transportation of oil and steel, I'm afraid we need to act immediately."

"Is this necessary?"

Okamura Neiji raised his head and asked.

Nan Zaolin mentioned this issue that day.

In order to avoid Zhou Weiguo having an excuse to evade trouble, his suggestion was to take advantage of the current situation and let the United States completely lift the restrictions on oil and steel transportation.

Because this was a deal, the Empire would no longer attack Southeast Asia and South Asia, and construction on the transcontinental railway was temporarily suspended. The Empire had given up so much, so the US should also make corresponding compensation, and this meant opening up and providing material assistance to the Empire.

"We can't possibly eliminate all of his men, and from the moment there was no response to the telegram, maybe they knew the truth, right?"

His hand trembled slightly, and the ink from the pen dripped onto the document. Okamura Neiji took a deep breath and said, "I think we should seriously consider this issue."

"Hurry up, the 11th Army has already launched an operation."

Suzhou City.

Because the Japanese army once again launched a large-scale attack, Zhou Jixian, as the president of the Suzhou Chamber of Commerce in the Japanese-controlled area of Suzhou, once again held a fundraising event.

All the money raised in this fundraising will be given to the Japanese army.

After finishing this task, Zhou Jixian went home as usual.

"Master." Uncle Li, the housekeeper sitting in the front, wailed.

Zhou Jixian, who was sitting in the back, knew what was happening without even opening his eyes.

"Someone must have smashed the rotten vegetable leaves again."

Uncle Li nodded bitterly and said, "This time, they went even further. They... they were just making a scene."

Hey……

Zhou Jixian opened his eyes slightly and took a look before saying, "From the moment I decided to stay, I knew this would be the outcome. Let the servants clean it up."

Even after it was cleaned up, the smell of blood still lingered in the air.

"Old man, these days are getting harder and harder. Sometimes I get worried that one day I'll go out and never come back."

Father Xiao walked into the study with a gloomy face and a big belly.

Zhou Jixian, who was practicing calligraphy, looked up at him and said, "Why, you can't stand it anymore?"

Father Xiao glanced at him and then avoided his gaze. "It's not that I can't stand it, it's just that this is really depressing. You don't know who threw blood on my door today."

"I feel the same way," Zhou Jixian said, smiling as he put down his brush. "The moment we decided to stay, we knew this would happen. Besides, compared to our own honor and disgrace, I care more about what lies ahead."

Father Xiao hummed. "This time, the Japanese attack is very fierce. To be honest, I haven't seen such a dense mobilization of Japanese troops since the Battle of Wuhan. I don't know if we can hold it off."

You don’t know about this?

Zhou Jixian lit a cigarette and narrowed his eyes. "You didn't come here today to complain to me, did you? If I'm not mistaken, you want to tamper with that batch of grain."

More than 300,000 kilograms of grain were placed in the Xiao family's warehouse. If this grain was sent to the Japanese army, they would be able to feed many people.

"This battle will be difficult, and now is the time for us to each work hard for the future." Father Xiao looked at him and smiled. "Old friend, I'm afraid you will have to walk the rest of the way alone."

"You..." Zhou Jixian frowned and came up to him; "Have you poisoned him?"

Father Xiao crossed his legs and leaned back. "You've always been better than me. I know that once I tell you about this, you'll definitely do it yourself. How can I let you get ahead of me in something that will bring honor to our family?"

"You bastard." Zhou Jixian punched him.

Father Xiao touched his mouth and chuckled twice; "It's been decades. I remember the last time I let you fight like this was probably in the third year of the Republic of China."

This bastard.

Zhou Jixian looked at him like this and said, "You are a fool. Have you ever thought about Xiao Ya?"

Father Xiao's expression, which had been indifferent at first, changed instantly. He then raised his head and looked at Zhou Jixian in front of him. "Old buddy, Xiao Ya has suffered a lot since she was a child. I cherished her dearly and raised her with love. After I leave, I'll entrust her to you. If I find out that you treat her badly, I..."

"What can you do? Even if you become a ghost, you won't let me go." Zhou Jixian sneered; "I'm not afraid of you now, I'm still worried that you will become a ghost."

At this point, he glanced at Xiao's father and said, "Take care of it yourself. I won't take care of it for you. Awen already has three wives. I don't mind finding him a few more. I heard that he has another one, Tian Jing, in the army, and it seems there's also a woman sent to him from Berlin. If you die, I'll let him marry them all."

"You dare." Father Xiao said angrily with his eyes wide open.