Chapter 148 Do You Take Me for a Fool? (First Update!)

"What's the difference?" Cun Yunsheng did not answer, but looked at them.

"If we are just passing by, just pretend we have never been here. If we are here to recapture it, please accept this gift." The old man surnamed Li did not answer, but asked back.

"Oh, it seems I have no choice but to accept it." Cun Yunsheng wiped the box and said with a smile.

"If you have any requests, just ask directly. Since we fought back this time, we can't lose again."

"I don't like nagging."

Hearing this, several people looked at each other. This kind of straightforward conversation was the first time they had encountered it, so they were a little uncomfortable.

"Sir, we hope to take back those shops on the street."

"What do you mean?" Cun Yunsheng was stunned and looked at them in confusion.

Shop?

It was all bombed into ruins.

Where are the shops?
"Shop? The outside is bombed into ruins, where is the shop?" Cun Yunsheng asked puzzledly.

In order to avoid a street fight with the Japanese, he ordered the artillery battalion to blow up those buildings into ruins. Now he tells them that it is a shop?

How can I return the shop to the owner?

"Sir, we hope to get back those shops that were blown up. As for the damage, it doesn't matter, we can rebuild them." The old man surnamed Li stood up and explained.

There was no intention of blaming Cun Yunsheng in his words. Instead, he took the initiative to offer to solve the problem himself.

This made Cun Yunsheng subconsciously feel strangely touched.

But he immediately realized that something was fishy, ​​and asked calmly.

“How many shops?”

If it was just a few rooms, he would have agreed on the spot, but in the current situation, it was obviously not just a few rooms.

A few shops are not worth that many yellow croakers.

"Ah? Not many, just three streets of shops." The old man surnamed Li's words stunned Cun Yunsheng on the spot.

"How many?"

"Three streets?"

Are you sure you're not teasing him?

No wonder they gave us twenty large yellow croakers as a gift.

Suddenly he realized that he seemed to have sent too little.

and many more!

You said three streets mean three streets?

"Three streets? What's the proof?" Cun Yunsheng asked with a sneer.

"Now it's all bombed into ruins. You can say that the whole Hsipaw is yours."

"Isn't that the truth? Everything must have evidence. We can't just say whatever you say is the truth, right?"

The five old men looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't expect that the guy in front of them was so difficult to fool.

"And you're a shop on three streets away, and you want to give me just these few things? Do you think I've never seen money?" Cun Yunsheng said indifferently.

"Do you think I'm a beggar?"

"Sir, the shops on these three streets are indeed ours. We have been here for three generations. It is after three generations of hard work that we have built up this family business today." The old man surnamed Li explained hurriedly.

"As for this little gift, it's just a greeting gift. We will prepare a generous gift when we return."

"We'll talk about the generous gifts later. Do you know how many streets there are in Hsipaw?"

"If I remember correctly, there are only seven streets in total. Now you tell me that half of the streets are yours. Do you think I'm a fool? Or do you think I look young and easy to fool?" Cun Yunsheng sneered.

No wonder he was suspicious, it was really weird.

If there really were three streets, could the Japanese army let them live?

The house had been confiscated long ago.

Didn’t you see that the Chinese major communities in Siam suffered one after another?

Either these three streets are indeed theirs, but they are controlling them behind the scenes, and now they have been bombed into ruins. If they don't show up, they may not be able to get them back.

Or they bribed the Japanese army with large sums of money and sought protection.

If it is the latter, the crime is serious.

If it's just the former, he might consider returning it to the owner if he can provide proof.

After hearing this, several people looked at each other and felt that if they didn't tell the truth, there might not be a good ending today.

"You'd better tell me the truth. Now I have conquered Xibu. To put it bluntly, the whole city belongs to me. Don't treat me as a fool." Cun Yunsheng stared at several people.

Hearing this, the old man surnamed Li sighed and said with a changed expression.

"Sir, these three streets are indeed ours, but they don't belong to our five families, but to a group of Chinese representatives. After the Japanese army came, they took away all three streets and robbed us of our savings."

"We just want to get back the shop that originally belonged to us. This is our family business accumulated over generations."

After hearing this, Cun Yunsheng's expression looked much better.

“How many Chinese are there?”

If that's the case, it's normal.

Five families own three streets?
Do you think he is a fool?

"More than thirty." The old man surnamed Li said hurriedly.

"It's impossible for me to give all three streets to you. Strictly speaking, they are now my spoils of war. As for what you said, they were taken away by the Japanese army and distributed to the natives, that is your business. I don't care about it. I only know that they belong to us now." Cun Yunsheng said lightly.

joke!

I stole it from the Japanese army. Just like you say I will give it back to you, right?
Why didn’t they dare to fart when the Japanese army was looting?

Now that he is here, you dare to ask him for it?
I think he is easy to bully.

The Chinese community is very complex. Some are very patriotic, but some are really bad.

If there are only a few shops, even if you report a few more, it would be fine for the sake of our compatriots.

But once you open your mouth, there are three streets.

Isn't this treating him as a fool?
When the Japanese troops were there, you didn't dare to say a word. Now that the Japanese troops have run away, you dare to ask for it?
Is there such a good thing in the world?

"Sir, we will prepare another generous gift when we return. Please be merciful." The old man surnamed Li said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Cun Yunsheng subconsciously wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he realized that the construction of Xibu still needed them.

Those natives are unreliable; the Chinese are our compatriots after all.

It is still necessary to distinguish between primary and secondary contradictions.

But it is not okay to agree to the other party so easily.

Thinking of this, Cun Yunsheng's expression eased a lot.

"Forget about the gifts. You need money to rebuild. I'll leave this to you as the cost of rebuilding."

"As for the three streets, I can't give them all to you, but I can find another way."

"What method?" asked the old man surnamed Li curiously.

"There is a shortage of supplies in the north right now, especially rice, and the demand is particularly high, so I need you to set up a caravan, and these three streets will be regarded as shares." Cun Yunsheng expressed his thoughts.

To put it bluntly, as the needs of the Military Control Commission continued to increase.

The limited amount of logistics support provided by Milong is simply not enough to satisfy the other party.

And Myanmar produces rice.

Rather than being plundered by the Japanese army, it would be better to collect them and sell them to the north, at least this would save more lives.

He remembered that life in the north was not easy this year.

An unprecedented famine came and food was needed everywhere.

Therefore, the more food we can get, the more lives we can save. As long as the army is well fed, the extra food will always flow to the people, and even if the hungry people can only have a bowl of porridge a day, they will not starve to death.

But the amount of transportation that can be carried by Milong alone is limited.

This can only be accomplished by integrating these major Chinese ethnic groups.

Originally he just had this idea, but now these people gave him hope.

"Instead of letting all the rice be plundered by the Japanese army, it would be better to transport it back to the country so that more people can be saved," said Cun Yunsheng.

"Rice is a scarce commodity right now. If you can get it, you can make a lot of money."

"Stop talking nonsense. Can you do it? Just give me a straight answer."

"Sir, regarding safety," the old man surnamed Li asked cautiously.

"Don't worry, I will send soldiers to protect you. Just tell me if you can do it?"

"No problem, sir. How do we divide the proceeds?"

Hearing this, Cun Yunsheng pondered for a while and then spoke.

"After deducting the cost, 30% will belong to me. It can be dollars, gold, or other things. You will be responsible for purchasing whatever is needed when the time comes."

"Also, you can try to contact the Chinese tribes in other places and tell them about my caravan. They are welcome to join."

If we are going to do it, we have to make it bigger and unite them all.

Otherwise, they could only watch the Japanese army plunder the rice.

He felt extremely heartbroken when he thought of the white rice being shipped back to Japan in boatloads.

"Yes, sir." The five old men quickly stood up and responded.

"This is the approval document. From now on, the three streets belong to you. It is up to you how to build them. But you must provide a thousand tons of rice as soon as possible. Don't worry, you won't take it for free. These twenty large yellow croakers will be considered as a deposit." Having said that, Cun Yunsheng handed the box back.

This made the five old men look at each other in bewilderment. They always felt that the gift was not given away, but someone did accept it.

But now it's back in their hands.

After the five old men left, Meng Fan shook his head and said.

"Commander, you are really an expert at getting something for nothing."

"You sent back the gift they gave you, and you even got a thousand tons of rice for nothing."

"Who asked them to treat me as a fool first? Three streets, they really dare to speak up, why don't they say that the whole city belongs to them." Cun Yunsheng sneered.

"But they are not at a disadvantage. They still make a profit from the 1,000 tons of rice. This place is still good. Rice can be harvested three times a year. As long as they are diligent, they can feed a lot of people."

Three harvests a year really made Cun Yunsheng very envious. Even Meng Fanle had to admit that there was really no shortage of rice in this place.

It was unlike before, when they were so hungry in Zenda that they had to eat banana leaves.

"Do you know how many tons of rice the Japanese army looted? A full 100,000 tons of rice. This is just the first batch, and there will be more to come." Cun Yunsheng said, stretching out his hand.

"Hiss, one hundred thousand tons of rice? Can they eat it all?" Meng Fanle couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

"It's only enough to feed their people for a few days. It's not much. This doesn't include Siam and other places." Cun Yunsheng glanced at it, looking surprised.

This little bit of rice is nothing.

"Strictly speaking, we are doing a good deed. One thousand tons of rice can save a lot of lives."

With the Japanese army's 100,000 tons of rice in front, Meng Fanle felt that the mere 1,000 tons was not much.

"If we take over Lashio, won't we be able to smuggle more rice?" Meng Fanle suddenly asked.

"Of course, there are abundant supplies there." Cun Yunsheng nodded, and then asked Li Liansheng's battalion to stay, and the rest of the troops continued to attack Lashio.

"Use Stilwell again and ask him to airdrop an infantry battalion to me as soon as possible. Whether we can take Lashio depends on whether the airdrop is effective." Cun Yunsheng said to Meng Fanle.

"Yes."

…………

On the other side, Stilwell received a telegram from the Sichuan Army and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. As long as they did not continue to move south to Mandalay, everything would be fine.

Admiral Wavell, in particular, showed a hint of relief on his face, and even took the initiative to speak.

"More than 2,000 people are not enough to attack Lashio. Commander, the main force of the 15th Army has arrived in Imphal. We can allocate some transport planes to deliver supplies to the Sichuan Army."

For him, as long as the Sichuan Army did not move south, Myanmar would still be theirs when the war was over.

Even if the Sichuan Army captures Lashio, it will only have a certain influence in a small area in northern Myanmar, which is irrelevant to the overall situation.

So, he didn't care.

Stilwell was indeed surprised to hear this.

It seems that going south is the bottom line for the British.

This made him feel a little worried about the future war situation.

It would probably be difficult to break the impasse by relying on the Sichuan Army.

The current idea of ​​the British army is to maintain the situation in Southeast Asia unchanged.

Wait until the outcome of Europe is decided, and then focus on solving the current problems.

But that would not be in the interests of America.

After fighting for so long and investing so many supplies, but getting nothing in return, they must be unwilling to accept it.

"In that case, we will dispatch some transport planes to transport supplies and personnel to the front line, and also dispatch some of the P38 fighters that have just arrived to the Sichuan Army."

"In the previous air battle, his air force performed very well, shooting down six Japanese planes with zero casualties." Stilwell said expressionlessly.

But those who are familiar with him know that the old man can hardly suppress the smile on his face.

He must be very happy.

The British army was completely defeated by the Japanese air force. However, the Sichuan Army's air force had only been trained for a period of time and achieved such excellent results by flying their fighter planes, which naturally made the British army very embarrassed.

For Stilwell, anything that could make him proud would make him very happy.

Especially when seeing the British army being defeated, the feeling was so satisfying.

For example, now, Admiral Wavell's mouth twitched when he heard this.

Damn Sichuan Army.

But in order to prevent the other party from moving south, he still had to pretend to be happy and even delivered supplies to them.

This feeling is so uncomfortable!

Who asked him to consider the overall situation?

As long as the outcome of the European battlefield is decided, we will have a way to deal with the Sichuan Army.

No one dared to offend the British Empire and get away with it.

"The growth of the Sichuan Army Corps is indeed beyond my expectations. All this is due to General Stilwell's ability to judge people." Admiral Wavell had to praise him against his will.

"Well, in that case, the overdue supplies to the new 38th Division should be delivered, right? Also, I think the British Army should also allocate some transport planes to participate in the Hump Route, transport personnel and supplies, and speed up the reorganization of the New First Army." Stilwell stared at the other party and said.

Chennault's Flying Tigers were too slow to rely on alone, especially now that they had to deploy transport planes to transport the British troops, which further slowed down the reorganization speed of the New First Army, making him very dissatisfied.

More importantly, he now has deeper and deeper expectations for the troops stationed in India.

If a Sichuan Army Corps can achieve such an excellent record, will the reorganized New First Army be able to advance like a hot knife through butter and fight all the way to Yangon?
As for the British army’s opposition?
It doesn’t matter. At that time, he had tens of thousands of troops stationed in India and the logistics were in his hands. There was no need for him to act according to the British army’s wishes.

But it is not possible at the moment. The more than 10,000 troops stationed in India are barely able to hold the defense line and are in danger.

A counterattack is basically impossible.

Hearing this, Admiral Wavell got a headache. The British pilots were not as fearless and courageous as the Flying Tigers.

But since Stilwell had said so, he couldn't refuse him.

After all, he had just asked others not to allow the Sichuan Army to move south, and then he turned around and rejected the other party's proposal. It was really unkind.

Especially since Stilwell was known for his bad temper, he would definitely be furious if he was really rejected.

"Okay, I will allocate a squadron of transport planes to participate in the Hump Route." There was no other way, Admiral Wavell could only grit his teeth and say.

　Sorry, I've rested for the whole morning and I feel much better. I'll continue later!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)