Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

The defense level was at least two levels higher than that of banks in Hong Kong. After completing the business and getting a stack of Japanese yen, Zhang Dabiao walked out of the bank and happened to meet two soldiers from the United States.

The soldiers who had trained in the Japanese country were like the Japanese's fathers and were very respected. At this time, Zhang Dabao had an idea in his mind.

I got on my bike again and bought some local fruits and other things. I also bought some of their sake and sushi.

After a day in Tokyo, night fell and we returned to the hotel. Hu Yongjia had already returned from the negotiations, and with him came a chairman of Komatsu Company or something like that.

"Mr. Yan, thank you for your care. We can arrange the next trip for you if necessary." The little one smiled first, nodded and bowed while speaking.

"No, I want to walk around and take a look by myself. There is an old saying in our country that reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. I want to take a look by myself. Thank you. Manager Hu, has the contract been signed?" Zhang Dabao declined the Japanese's kindness and turned to ask Hu Yongjia.

"Mr. Yan, it has been signed. Once I return to the company and pay the deposit, the contract will officially take effect," said Hu Yongjia.

"What about the delivery date?" Zhang Dabao asked again.

"President Komatsu said that there is no problem at all. They already have some equipment in their warehouse. They just need to produce a small part," said Hu Yongjia.

"That's no problem, President Kosatsu. It's a pleasure working with you. I hope we have the opportunity to cooperate again in the next step." Zhang Dabao shook hands with the Japanese and exchanged a few words. The Japanese said goodbye and left. Before leaving, he gave the two of them two sets of clothes. Zhang Dabao expressed his gratitude again.

"Manager Hu, please set up a warehouse when you get back. This will be used to store sewing equipment, weaving machines, and printing and dyeing equipment. You must also buy a factory building when you get back. It must be big," Zhang Dabao instructed Hu Yongjia again.

It was late at night. Zhang Dabao lived on the eighth floor. He opened the window and jumped down. He grabbed the window on the fourth floor and jumped again. He went out and after a few jumps, he arrived at the military camp where the American soldiers were.

These soldiers are stationed here in the Japanese army as if they are on vacation. They can eat whatever they want, drink whatever they want, and sleep with whatever women they want. The Japanese army will satisfy the demands of their foreign fathers. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is like living in heaven.

It is now past eleven o'clock in the evening, and the entire military camp is still a sea of ​​joy. A group of people are sitting around the campfire, dancing and singing. It is so comfortable.

At this time, Zhang Dabao reached the roof of the tallest building in the military camp, and the Type 92 heavy machine gun appeared in the space, with the muzzle of the heavy machine gun facing the American soldiers at the campfire.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta" the Type 92 heavy machine gun fired, and the sound spread far away in the silent night. The group of beauties were caught off guard and were knocked down in an instant. Under the stimulation of alcohol, many people forgot how to escape and began to run outside desperately. However, how could a person outrun a bullet? Some people were knocked down again. At this time, the defense team in the yard also discovered the shooting point where Zhang Dabao was located and began to fight back with submachine guns and semi-automatic guns.

After one ammunition chain was used up, Zhang Dabao took out another Type 92 heavy machine gun and continued shooting at crowded areas until the second ammunition chain was used up again. He then picked up the machine gun, jumped to the building behind, changed into black clothes, and sneaked into the military camp.

The weapons of the American devils were quite good, including armored vehicles, transport vehicles, and howitzers. They also collected more than ten of them and came to the ammunition depot. They searched everything inside and left two boxes of shells. They put grenades on the shells, pulled the fuse of the shells, and Zhang Dabao jumped out of the window. After a few leaps, he disappeared into the night. A huge explosion was heard behind him.

At this time, Zhang Dabao took out a 150mm howitzer from the space and fired two shots at the city.

When Zhang Dabao arrived in the city, Tokyo was in complete chaos. He arrived opposite the Specie Bank, took out a pack of explosives, lit it and threw it at the entrance of the building. The door on the first floor was blown open. Zhang Dabao threw the American grenades in his hand one by one. After throwing more than ten grenades, he sensed outside the door and found that there were still two people breathing inside. The others should have met their great god.

He threw two grenades to clear the way, and fired accurately with the submachine gun in his hand, taking out the last two people, and then blew up the door of the vault directly. The gold, various currencies, and valuables in the bank warehouse were all stored in the space, and then the bomb with a larger yield was taken out. With a "bang", the eleventh floor of the Bank of China collapsed, and Zhang Dabao also went far away, then returned to the downstairs of the hotel, and returned to his room upstairs by the same route.

Tokyo was in chaos all night, and the result for the two was that Hu Yongjia could not leave because all flights were suspended, and the specific reason was not given.

"Manager Hu, it's stopped, but we can't stop flying forever. Let's take a look at the steel production equipment. If there is an opportunity, we can produce steel bars ourselves." Zhang Dabao comforted Hu Yongjia.

There were checkpoints everywhere on the highway today, and all vehicles were checked very carefully. A pistol was found in a driver's car. In the past, this would not have been a big deal, but after the gun was discovered, seven policemen knocked the driver to the ground, took him to the car, and sent him away.

"Is this an action?" Hu Yongjia asked the taxi driver in Japanese.

"Maybe. I heard that the U.S. military camp encountered a terrorist attack and many people died. Then they opened fire and hit the residential area, killing dozens of people, but these people didn't admit it. These soldiers are lawless and I heard they even robbed a bank, but they still didn't admit it," said the taxi driver.

"Are these soldiers from the beautiful country bad?" Hu Yongjia asked again.

"Especially bad," and then the taxi driver gave seven or eight examples to prove how bad these people were.

"Mr. Yan, we have arrived," Hu Yongjia called Zhang Dabao, who almost fell asleep in the car. What he did last night was so exciting. It would be great if the Japanese soldiers died, no matter who they were. It would be even better if the Da Piaoliang died. It would be even better if there was a conflict between the two groups. But it wouldn't happen, because the Japanese soldiers were so scared of the Da Piaoliang that they would tremble all over if they farted.

If Commander Zumi now wanted to sleep in the Emperor's palace, they probably wouldn't say anything, but would persuade the Emperor to agree quickly, and maybe even let their Queen take a clean bath.

There was a benefit to licking so well, which was that the Japanese economy developed rapidly after World War II.