Seeing that the boy was very clever, Wang Maoru laughed and took off his military cap and placed it on the table. Then he walked to the front of the world map that was hanging in the north. He looked at the world and said loudly: "You come and make a plan. I will cooperate with you to let you deceive the money from the British Empire, the Japanese Empire, the French Empire and the American Empire. You spend the money you cheated on to the Chinese people, benefit China and the Chinese civilization. If this matter is done, twenty years later, the Zongheng Neimen will be written into the middle school history books to correct the reputation of the minority. The Zongheng Neimen is not a liar, a thief, but a thief who can deceive the strong and help the weak." He pointed to the countries on the map, as if which countries are at their disposal at any time were in his opinion.

This man is so ambitious, and he is also a madman, more arrogant than himself. His principal is on the surface, while the arrogance of General Shangwu is in his heart. He is extremely arrogant in his heart. Zhou Dezhong grinned and knocked his head, and suddenly asked: "Su Shuai, if I don't agree, will I not see the sun tomorrow?"

Wang Maoru chuckled, took out two cigars, threw one over, lit one by himself, and said lightly: "Yes, you will definitely see the sun tomorrow. You can bathe in the sun for a few days in the sun, so comfortable. I let you die in the sun, don't you object?"

Zhou Dezhong also lit a cigar and took a good sip before smiling bitterly: "Can there be any choice? I am the most important thing for the country and the people. OK, I will do it. By the way, Xiushuai, if I die for this, will I get a title? A national hero?"

Wang Maoru smiled and said, "I will ask someone to list a separate biography for you in the history of the Republic of China."

"Okay, let's do it!" Zhou Dezhong shouted, "Tell me, what are we doing."

Wang Maoru said: "Simple, stock market."

"stock market?"

"You don't know the stock market?"

Zhou Dezhong said: "I know that in the second year of Xuantong, Shanghai hyped rubber crazily, and rubber rose from 25 taels per share to 50 taels in a month. At the end of the year, it rose to 2,500 taels. This led to many businessmen in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai, as well as Han ministers of the Qing Dynasty, and even the Qing government also invested money in this stock market. However, at the end of the year, the stock market suddenly collapsed, and many people jumped into the river to commit suicide, which was a stock market crash."

Wang Maoru touched his chin and said, "It's just hype, ** naked hype. Foreign merchants use Chinese people's information channels to make it difficult to use. They probably posted fake news in newspapers and poached more than 100 million silver from China. In this stock market crash, foreigners got more benefits from China than the Gengzi change, and the Gengzi change was still paid in installments. The hard-earned money of the Chinese people in this stock market crash was almost gone. The stock market crash in the second year of Xuantong was also the last straw that led to the demise of the Qing Dynasty. I know that what you are good at is making plans and letting others jump in on purpose, so you use the stock market to give foreigners some color."

Zhou Dezhong said: "I have a yellow face. If I go to Europe and the United States..." He suddenly slapped his hands and smiled, "By the way, I can disguise myself as a Japanese."

Wang Maoru laughed and said, "It's interesting, interesting, just do it. Do whatever you want abroad, use the stock market, use speculation, and deceive those bastards. What should you do specifically? Think about it yourself. If you lack people, money, and everything, I will support you."

"Okay." Zhou Dezhong smiled, "You can hold on, you can."

Wang Maoru led Liao Zhipeng over and said, "This is your leader, and he will be directly responsible to you in the future. Your company is called Tianxin Insurance Company." Liao Zhipeng said helplessly: "What is an insurance company?" Wang Maoru said, "Don't underestimate the insurance industry. Your insurance company will be the core of think tanks in the future. All the money earned by insurance companies must be invested in the think tanks. I can't get money for you every year, right?"

Liao Zhipeng thought for a while, sighed and said, "I understand what it means to be sold and help count the money."

Wang Maoru laughed and said, "Your first business is to go to Japan. Many factories have recently closed down and workers have marched and striked. Soon, there will be an armed uprising caused by workers' funding in Japan. You go to Japan, buy factories, and then mortgage the Japanese bank, and then run away. I will find someone to help you with the plan, and you plan how to do it yourself. Feihong, I will give you thirty hands and three million silver dollars, and you can go to set up an insurance company."

After the two left, Wang Maoru was so happy that he received an invitation from Japanese ambassador Ohara Youki in the evening. It turned out that October 8th was Kohara Youki's fiftieth birthday. The staff of the Japanese Embassy were preparing to celebrate Ohara Youki's birthday, so he invited various celebrities from Beijing to participate. As the most powerful person in China, Wang Maoru was naturally on the invitation list.

Wang Maoru himself did not want the Japanese embassy to attend the birthday celebration. However, Secretary-General Yang Du said that China and Japan are both rivals and cooperative relations, and there is no need to be so rigid. Everything needs room for reversal. If you don’t even have room for retention, wouldn’t it be bad? After thinking for two seconds, Wang Maoru decided to go to the Japanese embassy for a banquet.

With the establishment of the fifth parliament of the Republic of China, the fifth presidential election is approaching, and more and more Chinese and foreign journalists gather in Beijing. The capital of the Republic of China suddenly has more and more big noses. More and more foreigners have made the National Defense Forces’ curfew unable to be fully implemented. They have asked the Chinese police to ban the curfew and give freedom to journalists from all countries and the Chinese people.

After careful consideration by the Ministry of National Defense, the curfew was ordered to change from 10 pm to 5 pm the next day to 12 pm the night before to 5 pm the next day, from the original seven hours to five pm the next day. During the five-hour curfew, the North stable still implemented military control, and the rest of the time was managed by the police.

Of course, for the common people, everyone went to bed early, and no one had the time to live a nightlife, but for those who like dance clubs and like to play all night in big hotels, this is a great thing. You can stay for a while and stay for a while, and play for an hour for an extra hour. Due to the unified national unity in advance, merchants with sensitive sense of smell have long been unable to hold on. They most hope that people with peace in this country can only earn more money if they are peaceful and stable. For a moment, in addition to the eight major Hutongs in Beijing, three flower streets appeared. These three flower streets are women's streets, and one flower street is actually rabbit's street, which is called chrysanthemum street.

When Wang Maoru saw the newspaper sent by Yang Du, and the entire page of the newspaper was introducing Chrysanthemum Street, and made a lot of advertisements for it, Wang Maoru was stunned. Is the style of the Republic of China so open? In comparison, it seems that it seems conservative after a hundred years?

Most of the people who go to Chrysanthemum Street to play are high-ranking officials. As many women play, they become mentally perverted and want to taste the taste of men. Wang Maoru looked at the newspaper and shook his head to put the newspaper on the table. Yang Du walked in and saw this scene, stroked his goatee beard and smiled, "You have seen Xiushuai, too?"

"How can this be done?"

Yang Du sneered and said lightly: "Is this the freedom of the people?"

Wang Maoru raised his head and saw that he had some ideas, Yang Du stopped talking, but his meaning was clear. Can the so-called democracy really be an excuse for everything? Yang Du gave this newspaper to himself and wanted to say something to him. Wang Maoru smoked a cigarette, slowly letting the smoke and clouds penetrate into his entire lung cavity, and then vomited it out. The cigarette was a little spicy, and the domestic cigar was not as good as the Cuban cigar. He slowly walked to the window and watched some guards in the venue training close-up fighting, and the scene was more active.

The afternoon sun was a bit dazzling. I remember that it seemed that it had not rained for half a month in northern China, and the weather was very stuffy.

"Democracy, democracy." He walked back to the newspaper to himself. This chrysanthemum street was completely established by the people themselves. There is supply whenever they need it. Not to mention the current capitalist society, even the society before Wang Maoru traveled through time, there must be such dirty transactions and places. This is some evil fruits produced by democracy. It can amplify ugliness, because ugliness is also a need.

Yang Du hoped that Wang Maoru understood that American-style democracy is not suitable in China. China should have Chinese-style democracy, which should be a management model from top to bottom. The five thousand years of tradition destined that the Chinese people accept the management and being managed model in their bones. Wang Maoru once talked to him about the composition of the country model. Yang Du was a traditional wise man and said a characteristic of the Chinese. No matter how much this person emphasizes democracy and freedom, and wants to fight for rights for others, after he grasps the rights, this person will definitely become a fascist dictator. And the more a person is clamoring for democracy, the greater the possibility of becoming a fascist dictator in the future, the more the children of poor families grow up and become officials, the more greedy they become.

Is the road to democracy European, American, Japanese, or Chinese? Wang Maoru fell into thinking.

It was 4:30 pm, and it should be time to get off work. Wang Maoru checked the schedule and then went to attend the birthday party of Japanese Minister Koba Yoshi, had a meal, delivered a birthday greeting, and then went home.

Deputy Chief Feng Yinbin took the military uniform and asked in a low voice: "Do you need a stupid bullet vest?"
Chapter completed!