Jiang Cha pretended to be scared and nodded repeatedly.
"I won't dare to do it again. I just looked up at the sky and thought about how it hasn't rained in a few days. It's really too hot!"
He took his big hand off her head and quickly led the way for her to follow him into a factory.
There were two long tables inside, similar to those used for Western dinners, with a lot of black paste-like substances on them. A group of people carefully used knives to divide the paste into several equal parts, wrapped them neatly in paper, and placed them in the boxes beside them.
I took a quick glance and found that there was Japanese writing on the outside of the box, which should be the unified symbol used by the Japanese to transport supplies.
So these people packed the dayan into military trains that had infiltrated the Japanese army and transported them to designated locations by train.
The Japanese were responsible for security in the middle. A group of people only needed to replace the supplies on the military train in advance and then secretly take them away when they arrived at the destination.
As long as there is proper coordination in the middle, it can almost be said to be foolproof.
The only ones who suffered losses were the Japanese, after all, their supplies were all transported from their own country.
She even burned it several times. It must have been difficult to get these things together given the tight financial situation, right?
So, the accounting recorded in the recorder couldn't be asking her to make up for the shortfall of the military train by falsifying the accounts, right?
"You'll be working right here. Sort out the accounts for me. Make sure they're balanced. Do you understand? We don't keep any trash here. If you don't, you'll be dead!"
After saying that, he patted her shoulder, and what was even more excessive was that he pinched her shoulder twice.
"Tsk tsk, you're too skinny. With your figure, what's the difference between a scholar and a prostitute?"
Jiang Cha's helpless look amused everyone in the room, and they kept laughing without stopping their work.
She was so angry that she cursed in her heart for a long time and cordially greeted the eighteen generations of ancestors of everyone in the room.
"Alright, hurry up and do your work. There's another batch coming tonight. You know the consequences if you don't finish it!"
After the man finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense. The sound of wrapping paper crackling and the sound of the knife cutting things became noticeably faster.
Opening the account book in front of him, it was densely packed with records of the names and quantities of goods.
As well as the number of boxes replaced each time and a list of the items inside.
Jiang Cha roughly calculated in his mind that during the month that the Japanese occupied the train, nearly one-tenth of the transported supplies were replaced by them.
It doesn't sound like a large number, but if converted into dayan, it is an astronomical figure.
After all, dayan is also known as black gold, and she couldn't figure out how much one-tenth of the black gold would be worth if sold.
I knew it must be an astronomical figure, and the person who could get this amount must not be an ordinary person!
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