With the rollout of construction in Chongqing, the weakness of Sichuan's infrastructure has made Zhuang Jihua feel that the original plan was flawed. This is because he paid too much attention to Sichuan's advantages in safety and neglected the support for other national industries. Especially the neglect of Shanghai. Currently, the most trained workers, the best technicians, and the most modern industries in China, such as machinery, chemicals, steel, etc., are all in Shanghai. If these factories are supported, it will not be feasible to demolish them to Sichuan before the war breaks out. After this understanding, Zhuang Jihua felt that he had to take action to correct the mistakes he made in the early stage, and this correction started with the Hanyang Iron and Steel Plant.

Back from the city to the base, Gong Xiuhua came to report his recent work arrangements.

"In the afternoon, presided over the opening ceremony of the cadre school, tomorrow the cement factory cut, the invitation was delivered three days ago. After the ribbon is cut, it is 9:00 in the morning. At 11:00, you have to go to the Development Bank to discuss the issuance method of new currency and how to exchange old coins. In the afternoon, go to the pharmaceutical factory to inspect the work. After that, you will participate in the Qijiang Iron Mine, Weiyuan Iron Mine, and Fuling Small Copper Mine Development Conference..."

Finally, Gong Xiuhua took out two business cards: "There are also Mr. Miyamoto Masanan of the Chongqing Japanese Chamber of Commerce and Mr. Zhu Zhengkui from Shanghai to see you."

Zhuang Jihua was stunned. After thinking for a while, he looked at Gong Xiuhua and asked, "Who is this Miyamoto Masako?"

Ming Xiuhua picked up the business card and looked at it and said, "It looks like the manager of Kawakami Co., Ltd. on the business card."

"What does this Kawakami Co., Ltd. do?" Zhuang Jihua asked with a frown. Japan's chamber of commerce in Chongqing mainly deals in transportation and import and export trade. Tang Zong once investigated it and found nothing abnormal.

Gong Xiuhua did not answer, obviously she didn't know either. After thinking about it, Zhuang Jihua said, "Tell him. No matter what he is here to do, the Southwest Development Team and the Chongqing government will not have any interaction with them before the Japanese army withdraws from China."

Gong Xiuhua nodded. But he did not leave, but continued to ask: "Where is that Zhu Zhengkui? He is the representative of Shanghai Qixing Import and Export Company."

After thinking about it, Zhuang Jihua said again: "Tell Tang Zong. Let him check this Miyamoto Masanan. As for Zhu Zhengkui, please invite him in."

"Please sit down," when Gong Xiuhua led Zhu Zhengkui into the door, Zhuang Jihua was looking at the official documents from the municipal government. He said without raising his head: "Speak straight away if there is anything, I don't have time to go around."

Zhu Zhengkui was stunned. There were very few people who dared to speak to him like this over the years. Even his masters had never been so rude.

"General Zhuang, I am the representative of Qixing Import and Export Company..." Zhu Zhengkui had a strong accent in Shanghai. Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted: "Don't say nonsense. I'm very tight. Just tell me what business you want to do when you find me?"

Zhu Zhengkui met this opening remark for the first time. His arrogant expression began to be a little frightened. He looked at the person who had not looked up from his desk and stabilized his emotions: "I want to talk to General Zhuang about the business of railway imports, and there are many other businesses, such as equipment import and export. Our company can help you to provide you with the agency for importing all equipment from the United States and Europe."

Zhuang Jihua then looked up at him. Zhu Zhengkui was wearing a light yellow suit, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and a neatly trimmed mustache on his lips. He was the most popular image of a small-opener in Shanghai.

"Oh, your company's business scope is very wide," Zhuang Jihua smiled, and Zhu Zhengkui felt relieved, but then he heard: "But this is just what you said. I don't know anything about your company. How can I trust you?"

Zhu Zhengkui's smile that had just appeared frozen. He didn't expect Zhuang Jihua to say this: "General Zhuang, Mr. Mei Yuntian comes from Shanghai. You can ask him."

"Oh," Zhuang Jihua nodded: "I will inquire with him, but we import a lot of equipment and require a lot of funds. Is your company so strong?"

"Of course," Zhu Zhengkui replied without hesitation: "General Zhuang probably doesn't know that our company is the most powerful company in the same industry in China. He has good relations with Bank of Communications and Bank of China and has sufficient financial support."

Zhu Zhengkui cursed Qiu Ba in his heart. When he mentioned the Seven Star Company in Shanghai, even if someone like Yu Qiaqing and Du Yuesheng would give him three points of face, he was a little fed up with Zhuang Jihua's contempt: "General Zhuang, with the help of our company, all business in Sichuan United Development Company in China will be smooth."

Zhuang Jihua heard the meaning of the words, and he looked at Zhu Zhengkui with interest: "So you have a big background and are you very tough in the background? Is it Song Ziwen or Kong Xiangxi?"

Zhu Zhengkui was stunned for a moment and then said, "Since General Zhuang already knows, it's a matter of cooperation..."

"I don't know," Zhuang Jihua said seriously: "But I will find out the land soon. As for cooperation, I don't think there is any need. I have a purchase channel and a transportation channel. I can't think of anything your company can help me, it seems that I can't help anything."

The flies smelled fishy smell, and Zhuang Jihua became secretly alert. He had heard of the four major families in his previous life, but in this life he had contacted Chiang Kai-shek, and Chen Lifu was still relatively honest, at least he had seen some officials in his previous life. Song Ziwen had less contact, but Xijiang had also been praised all the way over, only Kong Xiangxi, he had never contacted him, so he concluded that only this person would come to his mind.

After seeing off Zhu Zhengkui, he calmed down for a moment and told Gong Xiuhua to send a message to Chiang Kai-shek, asking him for a plane and he was going to Nanjing for a meeting. Gong Xiuhua was stunned and couldn't help asking, "Is this appropriate?"

"Someone wanted to make an idea for me, so he had to go and tease Zhang Husie," Zhuang Jihua said helplessly: "I don't know if I can remind them a little."

Gong Xiuhua's dark eyes turned around and nodded thoughtfully. She turned around and wanted to leave. Zhuang Jihua called her again: "Call Song Yunfei."

Zhuang Jihua walked around Song Yunfei who was standing straight in the middle of the house twice. Song Yunfei looked at him for some reason: "Sir, you made me feel a little numb, what's the matter?"

Zhuang Jihua did not answer, but still looked him up and down. Finally, he stood in front of him, looked into his eyes and said, "The freight is an important task to you. Do you dare to take it?"

Song Yunfei relaxed and said indifferently: "What's wrong with you? What's the matter with you? I dare not touch the ground? I promise to complete it."

Zhuang Jihua thought, "I want to send you to form an unprecedented army. I call this army a special force. Use special equipment and special training methods to train the troops. You can serve as the commander of this army. You can select the team members. You can refer to the reconnaissance company for combat skills. In addition, you need to read, and at the worst you need to graduate from a senior high school. You can refer to these two conditions to choose. In addition, you need to find a training place, which must be hidden, and there must be mountains, water and forests."

Song Yunfei looked at Zhuang Jihua and said, "Yes."

Zhuang Jihua said lightly: "From now on, you will no longer be my adjutant, but the captain of the special forces. I will give you the training outline and training method when I come back from Nanjing."

"Yes." Song Yunfei replied loudly. But Zhuang Jihua heard a little dissatisfaction. He smiled and said, "Don't be dissatisfied. The special forces are not reconnaissance companies. You know how to train the reconnaissance companies, but you don't know how to train the special forces. This is a force that China has never appeared before."

Song Yunfei went to Du Yuming with skepticism.

I don’t know what Chiang Kai-shek was thinking, but he really sent the plane. Two days later, Zhuang Jihua boarded the plane at Baishiyi Airport and flew to Nanjing.

Zhuang Jihua got off the plane and went to the Sanyuan Lane No. 2 Resources Committee. Weng Wenhao, Qian Changzhao and others had been waiting here.

But the car couldn't leave as soon as it entered the city. There were parade students everywhere in Nanjing, "Defend the Rehe River!", "Defend the Great Wall!", "Give me back the rivers and mountains!", and groups of young people walked past the car with flags.

"Oh, Miss Gong. Do you think they look like you when you were?" Wu Ziniu laughed.

"Well. It's a bit like that." A trace of confusion flowed through Gong Xiuhua's eyes. The students outside the car window were so similar to her. They were young and passionate.

"Somewhat feels?" Zhuang Jihua felt this confusion and said softly: "Actually, this is normal. There are young people in every era. The nature of young people is passionate. If the blood of young people is cold, then there is no hope for this nation."

Zhuang Jihua said as he pushed open the car door and got out of the car. Standing by the car door, watching the parade opposite, Wu Ziniu and Gong Xiuhua also got out of the car. The three soldiers, especially the golden star on Zhuang Jihua's military uniform, were particularly eye-catching. There were many generals in Nanjing, but not many generals standing by the road watching the parade.

The students seemed hostile to those who were wearing military uniforms, so they seemed to demonstrate deliberately. Soon someone stood on the high ground of the steps and began to give speeches to the citizens:

"Comrades, we lost the three northeastern provinces the year before yesterday, and 30 million of our compatriots groaned under the iron hooves of the Japanese invaders! Last year, the ** team of the 128 Middle School was forced to withdraw from Shanghai. Now the Japanese invaders are attacking Rehe again. The next step is to attack Hebei, Peiping, Tianjin, compatriots, the Chinese nation is in danger. We cannot sit idly by, we must take action!" The students' eyes were filled with tears, but he didn't care about wiping, and still shouted loudly: "Comrades, Rehe is lost one by one, but our government turned a blind eye and still dared not declare war on the Japanese invaders, fantasizing about compromising and retreating to live in peace! Can we agree? No! We cannot! Would you rather die than be a slave to the destruction of the country! Recover Rehe and the three northeastern provinces! Return my rivers and mountains!"

The emotions of the onlookers were mobilized, and countless arms were waved, "Give me back the mountains and rivers!" Resounding throughout the sky, Zhuang Jihua also raised his arms. After the youth speech, a female student continued to run up the steps to deliver a speech:

"Comrades! Compatriots! The country is in danger, we can no longer remain silent. We withdraw from the Northeast, withdraw from Shanghai, and then withdraw from Rehe Chahar. Below and then withdraw from Peking and Tianjin. Compatriots, where can we retreat?…….”

At this time, the parade in front suddenly became chaotic, and the police whistle sounded loudly, and some students ran back in a mess, "Students, don't run! Don't run!" The male classmate who was giving the speech bravely rushed forward and tried to reorganize the students. The female classmate also stopped the speech and rushed to the street to help the male classmate. Soon a small group formed beside them. They held each other's arms and chests, and walked over to the police and military policemen who were waving the batons.

As the sticks were all over, some people fell down, blood came out from their heads, the boys began to fight with the police, and the girls were also brave enough to assist. But more students began to run back, some students were dragged into the police car behind, and more police arrived. The students resisted and collapsed in an organized manner, and they were evaded by the police. By the way, the citizens onlookers also evaded in chaos.

"After all, students are students, so if you can't beat them, you should run away." Wu Ziniu shook his head and said disapprovingly.

"I'm not talking about students, I'm talking..." Zhuang Jihua stopped here. He didn't know what to say. Using force to deal with such parades and petitions is the worst of the worst.

"Your principal," Gong Xiuhua just said coldly. Three students ran over, and the leader was the female student who went on stage to give a speech. There were two boys next to her, and two policemen were chasing behind her. One boy shouted "You go first", and turned over and started fighting with the two policemen. The girl really wanted to stop, and the other boy dragged him to the alley in front.

The police seemed to hate the boy who dared to resist. The two of them surrounded the boy and punched him. Under the raindrops, the boy was knocked to the ground. He fell to the ground, curled his body and protected his head with his hands.

Zhuang Jihua couldn't help it. He rushed forward and shouted, "Stop, stop!" Several policemen stopped and looked at Zhuang Jihua. The general's uniform made them feel a little awe.

"Sir." A policeman said flinched.

"Stop talking nonsense, leave this person to me," Zhuang Jihua said impatiently: "Wu Ziniu, help him into the car."

Wu Ziniu ran forward and when he passed by the police, he used his shoulder to knock the two policemen away. Then he lowered himself to check the student lying on the ground, and then carried him into the car. The student struggled twice, but Wu Ziniu's arms held him tightly in his arms like iron pliers, and whispered in his mouth: "Don't be ungrateful, this is saving you."

"My name is Zhuang Jihua. If you report to your superiors, you will say that this person was taken away by me." Zhuang Jihua saw that several police officers wanted to say something, so he said first, then turned around and said to Gong Xiuhua, "Let's go."

The police didn't dare to come forward to stop him, so they could only watch the car walk away. A policeman spat and said, "Damn, come and be a good person, you are cruel, you beat the Japanese!"

The driver was very clever. He quickly got out of this bloody place after several twists and turns. The student looked at the people in the car and asked with some wonder: "Why help me?"

"You are like this, you dare to fight the police like bean sprouts." Wu Ziniu said mockingly. He changed seats with Gong Xiuhua and sat in the back row, close to the students.

The student retorted coldly: "It's always better than being alone, and it's better than those soldiers who are afraid of the enemy?"

"Drink, you're still stubborn," the people in the car didn't care. Wu Ziniu smiled and said, "You are not afraid of the enemy, you are just not fighting."

"You," the student couldn't help but hold up, but was caught by Wu Ziniu just now. He probably beat him up, but he sat down again and said hatefully: "We in China have more soldiers like you, so we always defeat the war."

Wu Ziniu laughed and was about to fight back. Zhuang Jihua asked in an instant, "Are you from Northeast China?"

The student looked at the general around him and nodded: "Yes, a student in exile in the northeast."

Zhuang Jihua nodded and asked again: "What's your name?"

The student did not answer and wondered whether to tell him. Wu Ziniu immediately laughed and said, "Why are you afraid? Don't you even dare to fight the police? You are afraid of signing up."

"Wu Qixiu, a student at Northeastern University, now lives at Jinling University." Wu Qixiu glared at Wu Ziniu and said loudly.

"Are you a Communist Party?" Wu Ziniu said again, with a hint of mockery on his lips: "Using the name of anti-Japanese war, we will promote the purpose of redemption."

"I am Chinese, not Russian." Wu Qixiu couldn't help but retort hatefully: "My northeast Harbin, I'm fed up with the Russians' anger, and they are not good things either."

"Harbin, Baishan and Black Water." Zhuang Jihua said: "It's far enough to escape here. Who else is there in the family."

Wu Qixiu didn't say anything, his eyes were filled with tears, and he couldn't help sobbing softly. Zhuang Jihua gently patted his shoulder: "Don't be sad, we can definitely get it back in the Northeast."

"Sir, take us back, that's our home." Wu Qixiu said with a sob.

"Yes, that's your home and our home." Zhuang Jihua said heavily. The situation is getting worse and worse, the people's anti-Japanese sentiment is getting stronger and stronger, and the government is becoming more and more difficult to control. Faced with this exiled student in the Northeast, Zhuang Jihua really feels the taste of the country's demise. The famous song can't help but hum from his mouth:

“My home is on the Songhua River in the northeast.

There are forest coal mines there.

There are also soybeans and sorghum all over the mountains.

My home is on the Songhua River in the northeast.

There are my fellow citizens there,

And the aging parents.

"September 18", "September 18",

From that miserable time.

Leaving my hometown.

Abandon the endless treasure,

Wandering! Wandering!

Wandering in the pass all day!

Which year, what month,

Only then can I return to my lovely hometown?
To be continued...