Du Yuesheng listened to Gu Jiatang's report: "They left Garbage Bridge at 2:15 with ten boats that have hidden compartments.

They headed towards Huishan Wharf and picked up over a hundred people along the way."

Du Yuesheng followed up with a question, "Over a hundred people?"

"It was too dark to count exactly, but at least one hundred and thirty people or more!" Gu Jiatang quickly said.

"You watched them enter the Japanese Huishan Wharf?" Du Yuesheng asked.

"No! I only saw them row the boats in that direction.

It was too close over there, and I was afraid of attracting the Japanese's attention!

Half an hour after they went in, the boats floated back down," Gu Jiatang said.

"Has there been any commotion from Huishan Wharf?" Du Yuesheng was eager to know the details.

"No, there hasn't been any commotion at all, as if nothing happened.

Oh, and not long after they went in, a ship left the port.

It was too dark to tell if it was the Himaru.

But the ship sailed out to sea."

Du Yuesheng was somewhat puzzled: "They went in, but there wasn't a peep.

And that freighter sailed towards Japan.

What exactly is the Dragon Group doing, going to all this trouble?"

Wan Molin advised, "We'll know the news in a few days."

Du Yuesheng shook his head: "We haven't even tracked down the destination of that ship.

Even if it really disappears, the Japanese will keep it even more secret.

We won't receive any news about it.

Unless that ship reappears in Shanghai."

Wan Molin said with a smile, "Next time we meet him, we can just ask.

If we can, we can also do it ourselves!"

Du Yuesheng smiled, "Let's not worry about these things we can't figure out.

We have important things to do today!"

The afternoon of November 4, 1937:

The newly formed Fujiwara Special Forces had moved to Hongqiao Airport.

Most of the traces of the bombing from a few days ago had been cleared away.

The airport runway had also been fully repaired, and more Imperial planes were appearing on the tarmac.

If Lin Fan saw it again, he would notice that there were far fewer planes on the tarmac this time than last time.

Major Fujiwara Yuzhen found the current person in charge of Hongqiao Airport and the soldiers.

He wanted to find out what happened on the day of the attack on Hongqiao Airport.

Perhaps there would be a surprise, like at Jiangwan Airport!

Unfortunately, all the soldiers knew nothing about it.

What the soldiers did know was that on the road just outside the airport gate, there were many bodies of soldiers—several hundred. There were also two hundred bodies of soldiers in front of a small hill in the distance.

Led by these soldiers, Major Fujiwara Yuzhen carefully examined both sides of the road outside the airport gate.

Sure enough, there was a discovery: those iron pellets had appeared again!

Even at the foot of that small hill, they found these iron pellets.

Compared to Jiangwan Airport, the scene here, although much more time had passed, was in much better condition.

This was because, after Lin Fan led the Special Company into battle, the Japanese troops who arrived later only came to collect the bodies.

Unlike Jiangwan Airport, where the areas the Special Company fought in were all bombed by Japanese warships.

On this hill more than a thousand meters away from Hongqiao Airport, Major Fujiwara Yuzhen searched carefully, constantly crouching down and aiming at the airport.

Finally, he found the artillery base that Lin Fan had established.

Although so many days had passed, the oppressed bushes and grass had recovered.

But the marks left by the mortar baseplates on the muddy ground were still there.

One, two, three, four—there were a total of four marks!

"They destroyed an Imperial airport with just four mortars!" Fujiwara Yuzhen was truly furious.

"More than a hundred people, four mortars, annihilated an Imperial Army battalion stationed here, plus all the ground crew and air force pilots in the airport!

These people added up to nearly two thousand, fully ten times the size of the attacking force!"

No matter how much he roared, it was all useless now.

When he calmed down, he analyzed the enemy's methods.

Needless to say, although the attacking force was small, they were divided into at least two parts: one part was ambushed at the airport gate exit.

They must have used landmine-like bombs to kill all the Imperial personnel sent out to search.

Then this group continued to lie in wait, and after the Imperial troops sent out again engaged the ambush in the distance, they began to attack the Imperial airport.

That must be how it was.

"This kind of team is probably not much worse than those I saw in Brandenburg, Germany."

Major Fujiwara Yuzhen was secretly vigilant.

A fighting force that could take on ten opponents each was all elites among elites.

At this time, Major Fujiwara Yuzhen didn't know that when a lion leads a flock of sheep, the sheep all turn into lions.

When a sheep leads a flock of lions, the lions all turn into sheep.

Major Fujiwara Yuzhen still felt a great sense of accomplishment in solving the mystery.

Now he wanted to continue to investigate, he already felt that this team must still be nearby.

Hiding their claws and preparing for the next attack on the Empire!

At noon, Major Fujiwara Yuzhen had already received the detailed report sent by Matsui Iwane about the lost poison gas bombs.

He also conveniently took care of the thing he had promised the soldiers.

Through the military, he issued a conscription order to Noriko. This was a conscription that no Imperial citizen could refuse.

Noriko, who was far away in Japan, was still teaching students dance at school at this time!

She had no idea that her fate had quietly changed at this time.

This matter was only a trivial matter to Major Fujiwara Yuzhen.

The intelligence that was sent said that the missing team was on the way from Hongqiao Airport to Jiangwan Airport.

Now Major Fujiwara Yuzhen was going to lead his team, on foot, to Zhenru!

He wanted to replicate the route that the attacking team had taken.

When they arrived at Zhenru, it was already past ten o'clock at night.

They came to the courtyard where the incident had occurred.

Under the flickering torchlight, the ground of the entire courtyard was full of bullet craters.

This situation immediately caught Major Fujiwara Yuzhen's attention.

Most of the bullets had been shot into the ground, indicating that the team had fired from a high position.

Major Fujiwara Yuzhen looked at the walls on both sides of the courtyard and couldn't help but sigh, "This team is damned!"

They didn't even know that the high ground had been quietly occupied by others. He really didn't know if they had sent out sentries at night.

Major Fujiwara Yuzhen let the team rest here for a full three hours.

Then he woke up the entire team and set off for Jiangwan Airport in the dark night.

These five hundred Shanghai Naval Landing Force members had run more than ten kilometers this morning. Although they had cars to sit in in the afternoon, they were still very tired. They had walked so far to Zhenru at night.

After only resting for three hours, they started marching again.

These soldiers had already begun to complain.

But they didn't dare to say it.

At dawn, the team had already passed through Zhabei.

Considering that the team had passed through the two checkpoints in the afternoon.

Then they must have settled down somewhere during the day.

Fujiwara Yuzhen's eyes turned to the Public Concession!

It must be the Public Concession!

He knew that the Public Concession had a considerable sympathy for the National Revolutionary Army.

Could they have secretly protected that team?

This idea took root in Fujiwara Yuzhen's heart: none of these Western countries can be trusted.

He led his team and camped in this ruins.

The soldiers ate the dry food they carried.

Many things happen every night in Shanghai.

Among them was that Zhang Xiaolin's two hundred or so subordinates rushed into Lin Fan's base semi-openly and semi-covertly in the dead of night.

To his disappointment, apart from some ordinary goods, there was nothing in the huge warehouse.

This place was under the protection of Du Yuesheng.

Zhang Xiaolin, who had not found the Dragon Group, had no choice but to have his men retreat.

Although he strongly suspected that the Dragon Group was hiding in this place, he had no evidence!

This was just an ordinary warehouse of a trading company!

His hatred for Du Yuesheng in his heart increased by another point!

Zhang Xiaolin even began to suspect that his good brother had also participated in what happened in the Great World last night.

The morning of November 5, 1937:

When those depositors who had deposited money in Japanese banks finally waited for the banks to open and cash out.

After entering these banks full of hope, they discovered that:

Each person could only withdraw a maximum of ten yuan per day, and interest could not be withdrawn for the time being.

The two banks in the Public Concession that had been emptied of money yesterday were the first to resume operations.

Subsequently, Mitsubishi Bank, Taihe Bank, and First Bank in the Japanese Concession finally resumed operations after being closed for a day.

Today, the vaults of these banks were already piled up with legal tender.

These were all loans from the Central Bank of the National Government through British and American banks.

When those depositors who had been beaten and bled squeezed to the front of the counter, they were told: they could only withdraw ten yuan per day for living expenses.

These depositors immediately clamored!

The people in the bank immediately explained:

They could come again tomorrow!

They could come to withdraw money every day, but the limit was ten yuan per day until the money on the deposit slip was withdrawn.

The bank would definitely do its best for all depositors and ensure the safety of everyone's funds. Please don't worry about this.

Faced with the vulnerable groups, these powerful depositors who had deposited money in Japanese banks, of course, could only comply.

This ten yuan was equivalent to getting it back for nothing.

The three banks now had no bottom line at all. As long as they brought the deposit slip, they could handle it directly.

The speed of withdrawing money should be very fast.

However, in order to make the money that had just been sent in last longer.

Today, the bank tellers were particularly serious. Their every stroke was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

They wrote extremely slowly, and those words were extremely beautiful.

Every teller seemed to have suddenly become a calligrapher.

Crowded in the crowd were not only those housewives, but also some adult men.

They were also crowded in the crowd, even if each person could only withdraw ten yuan a day.

These people were also very enthusiastic.

Yesterday afternoon, after Lin Fan came out of Du Mansion.

The three people who heard his suggestion immediately began to take action.

After all, these suggestions were exchanged for ten thousand US dollars.

Although there was still the business of IOUs to do, the IOUs had not been found yet.

Making fakes was the duty of a Jianghu person, not to mention the tycoons on the Shanghai Bund.

Du Yuesheng, who had a very detailed understanding of Shanghai, saw the first Mitsubishi Bank deposit slip two hours after Lin Fan left Du Mansion.

For insurance, he specially sent someone to take this deposit slip to the old treasurer of the pawnshop for appraisal.

The old treasurer was one of his own people. After carefully looking at the two genuine and fake deposit slips, he said that there were some differences, but only in the newness and oldness.

There was nothing else different.

This was as it should be, in order to make it real.

Du Mansion specially inquired about what kind of paper those three banks used and where they were purchased from.

They also inquired about what brand and model of ink the three banks used.

Even the pens used on the counters of the three banks were accurately inquired about.

All the materials were exactly the same as those used by the three banks.

Du Mansion also asked the teller in Mitsubishi Bank to take a look: the reason, of course, was not to ask him to see if this fake was real.

They just said that there was something going on at home and they wanted to use money early tomorrow morning, so they hoped to get a number from this teller early.

The teller agreed on the spot.

Gao Hongbo was originally a teller at Mitsubishi Bank. As a comprador in a foreign firm, he had been working in this industry for thirteen years.

He had finally managed to make a name for himself. In Mitsubishi Bank, he became a treasurer.

Yesterday, a friend said that he was coming to withdraw a large sum of money this morning, and the number had been arranged.

Now there was really no way to think about it.

Who would have known that the entire vault could be emptied overnight.

Today, that friend sent a message: he needed the money urgently, and asked him to think of a way.

He was willing to only receive 90% of the money, and use 10% as a reward.

Gao Hongbo understood: his friend was afraid that he would not be able to withdraw the money, so he was letting him have the deposit book at a 10% discount.

If he could withdraw the money, he would earn 10% for nothing.

His friend's business was his business.

If he didn't help his friend, it would take him half a year to withdraw all of his 1,500 yuan.

Helping others is helping yourself!

Gao Hongbo was very clear about this principle.

Gao Hongbo did not refuse this matter.

This sum of money was not much, only 1,500 yuan.

Gao Hongbo instructed his subordinates to cash out his own deposit slip.

This in and out earned him 150 yuan.

Too easy.

Crisis! Crisis!

Only in times of crisis can there be opportunities!

If those people hadn't emptied the vault, where would he have such an easy opportunity to make money?

When Gao Hongbo quietly handed the money to his friend.

The look of ecstasy on his friend's face made Gao Hongbo feel very satisfied:

He earned money, and his friend was still grateful!

A double harvest of money and favor.

After the two were clear.

Gao Hongbo turned around and wanted to return to the bank.

His friend suddenly pulled him mysteriously: "Treasurer Gao is unparalleled in benevolence and righteousness.

Today, everyone can only withdraw ten yuan.

Treasurer Gao, you withdrew my more than a thousand yuan at once.

Thank you so much.

However, in this situation, Treasurer Gao, do you have any ideas about making a fortune?"

Gao Hongbo understood in his heart, but said with a difficult expression: "You and I are brothers, so I took this risk.

I'm afraid it's not good to do it again!"

This friend said in a low voice: "It is precisely because we are brothers that I thought of this idea.

I will collect the deposit slips outside, and you will be responsible for sending the money out.

A brother is not an ungrateful person.

Helping me is one and nine, one for you and nine for me.

Of course, helping others can't be like this. Two and eight, two for you and eight for them.

You take one and a half, and I take half."

Gao Hongbo's eyes lit up, but he said in his mouth: "This is not good!"

His friend persuaded: "This money, taking ten yuan every day, I don't know when it will be taken out.

Maybe they won't let you take it out at some point.

Brother, you are doing good deeds, accumulating virtue!

Not only do you have to do it, but you have to do more.

Do it big, do it especially big.

The more friends you help today, the wider the road you will walk tomorrow!

Think about it, the people who can withdraw money at a discount are all people with some strength.

Ordinary people only have dozens of yuan, and they won't be willing to pay so much."

Gao Hongbo quickly stopped him: "How can this kind of thing be done big?

Do it quietly, do it on a small scale, three and seven, I get two, you get one, giving people 70% is enough.

Don't take any deposit slips less than a thousand.

Don't take any that are greater than a hundred thousand.

Too little is too much trouble, too much is too noticeable.

Only do five hundred thousand today."

This friend was happy: "I don't have much in the business world.

I just have a lot of friends, and they have all deposited a lot of money in the bank.

Now they are all queuing on the rooftop."

Gao Hongbo asked with a smile: "What are they queuing up for on the rooftop?"

His friend also said with a smile: "If they can't withdraw the money they have deposited in the bank.

They can only line up to jump down from the rooftop."

Gao Hongbo laughed loudly: "Interesting! Interesting!"

His friend said gratefully: "Treasurer Gao, you are doing good deeds without leaving a name.

Today, you have opened this mouth, I don't know how many people's lives you will save.

How many families have been saved.

Accumulating virtue!

Accumulating great virtue!"

In the friend's series of compliments, the two agreed to meet again in an hour.

Before leaving, the friend suddenly said: "If they release the exchange tomorrow, there will be no opportunity."

Gao Hongbo then realized: opportunities are not to be missed.

He gritted his teeth: "Five million was sent from the Central Bank today.

You raise three million.

No! Three million five hundred thousand!

More will be sent over tomorrow, and the amount can be increased a little more then."

There are not many such opportunities. With an quota of 3.5 million, he could get a commission of 700,000.

If he could do this kind of business for three days, it would be enough to squander for a lifetime.

Of course, even if he only finished today's quota, it would be enough to be a small landlord and live happily for the rest of his life.

Gao Hongbo thought: After doing this wave, he could go out and open a small bank.

Thinking of this, Gao Hongbo's heart was burning hot.

"Actually, deposit slips greater than a hundred thousand can also be accepted." Gao Hongbo told his friend.

The same thing was not only happening at Mitsubishi Bank.

The same thing was also happening at Taihe Bank and First Bank.

Of course, the same thing was not only being done by Du Mansion, but also by Director Pan.

As the person who had the first-hand information, he was also doing it.

However, Director Pan's handwriting was far less great than that of Du Mansion.

After all, the tycoons of Shanghai were professionals in doing this kind of thing!