The situation in China has been turbulent for decades. Whenever the regime changes, it will inevitably be created. The pseudo-government is not established properly and the people in the country despise it. Therefore, they especially like to do these things, just to cover up their ears and steal the bell.

The convoy arrived at Fujiwara Club. Ning Zhiheng got out of the car and looked around. The street was full of eye-catching blue sky, white sun, and red flags. He frowned and stepped into Fujiwara Club's office building.

When Jiamao Qingzhi saw Ning Zhiheng coming, he quickly followed him to the office on the third floor. Ning Zhiheng ordered him: "In two days, there will be a boss Kang from Huitai Trading Bank to come to our company to pick up the goods. In the future, their supply of goods must be guaranteed first. Try to satisfy him as much as possible if you need it. Do you understand?"

This Huitai Trade Bank is a new trade bank opened by Kang Xuezhi. Ning Zhiheng felt it was necessary to arrange a background for the trade bank as Fujiwara Company's next home. In this way, if something goes wrong, he can also find an excuse to intervene, just like protecting Qin Lechi in Shanghai, protecting them.

When Kamao Qingzhi heard this, he did not dare to neglect it. He quickly remembered the name of the trade bank carefully. The president could arrange it himself. The background of this trade bank must be great, so he should pay more attention.

Ning Zhiheng continued: "Okay, go to the accounts for this quarter and I'll check them."

Jiamao Qingzhi agreed, turned around and retreated, and soon took the account over. Ning Zhiheng waved his hand to signal him to leave and began to check the accounts himself.

Soon, Ning Zhiheng called Jiamao Qingzhi in again, looked at the accounts, and asked: "I remember that Shanghai Lehe Trading Company uses our channels to send a batch of goods every month. Which company is the buyer?"

When Jiamao Qingzhi heard this, he nodded and said, "The buyer's company has always been Maoyuan Trading Company. However, four months ago, some problems occurred. In the middle of the day, Lehe Trading Company did not ship the goods. When the goods were shipped, the buyer changed to another company, named Tongmanfu Trading Company, and the boss was Gu Chengze."

"Do you know the location?"

"We were two blocks apart, on the corner of Donghua Street. I went to see it once. The storefront was not big, it was a newly opened shop."

Ning Zhiheng knew that after Huiyuan Commercial Bank was exposed, the underground party organization established a new transportation channel Tongmanfu Commercial Bank in a short period of time.

So he ordered Kamo Kyochi: "Kun Kamo, our Fujiwara Club is growing stronger now, but there is no one who is secretly jealous of the people in secret, so you must be careful in doing things, keep any information about our transactions confidential and never let anyone contact. You can only grasp the specific transaction situation alone. No matter who asks, you cannot reveal it. Do you understand?"

Of course, Jiamao Qingzhi knew that his company started out with smuggling. Although everyone knew many things, they still couldn't be put into the public. He quickly bowed and agreed, "I understand, please rest assured. I usually handle the business in division of labor. Ordinary employees only know the situation of their own responsibility. All transactions are handled by me personally and will never be leaked."

Ning Zhiheng specifically told Jia Mao Qingzhi just in case, if similar situations happened again, once Tongmanfu Trading Company was exposed, preventing someone from following this line to find the Shanghai Lehe Trading Company, so that Qin Lechi will be exposed, which will endanger the Shanghai underground party organization. Fortunately, most of his Fujiwara business is shameless, and ordinary intelligence departments dare not find it on their heads.

Ning Zhiheng explained clearly, so he handed the account to Kamao Qingzhi and said, "Please put it away carefully, remember, be careful, be careful, don't think that our Fujiwara Club has a deep background, so you can be scruples. After all, this is Nanjing, not Shanghai!"

Kamao Qingzhi bowed to accept the order, took the account and returned it.

At this moment, Ning Zhiheng suddenly heard the noise outside the window, and was stunned. He stood up and came to the window, looking out along the window.

I saw a crowd rushing on the street, and a crowd stumbled towards this side. They looked frightened. Some were holding some slogans in their hands, while others simply threw them on the ground. It was exactly what Ning Zhiheng saw before, the marchers hired by the pseudo-government for money.

Suddenly, there were scattered gunshots behind them, and the crowd suddenly felt like a flood in the drain, and kept screaming in their mouths, running quickly, as if they were being chased by someone, and the scene became more and more chaotic.

At this time, the door was also pushed open. Yi Huaan quickly walked in and reported urgently: "President, there was a riot outside, and the whole street was messy with people!"

"I saw it, do you know what's the reason?"

"I don't know, Kimura has put all the guards on guard and asked me to ask you to evacuate this place quickly?"

"What a panic? It's so messy outside now that I can't figure out the situation, and it's even more dangerous to go out. In addition to the guards, I ordered all the staff to distribute guns and bullets to prepare for trouble!

In addition, notify the Gendarmerie Command and the police department and ask them to send someone to come!”

Fujiwara Club staff are all Japanese expatriates recruited from Shanghai. Most of these people have received some military training in Japan, and at least there is no problem with using guns.

Yi Huaan took the order and retreated. At this time, the streets outside became more chaotic, with crying and screaming connected. When Ning Zhiheng came to the window again, he was condescending. He had excellent eyesight and could vaguely see the figure of Japanese soldiers behind the crowd.

What is this situation? These marching crowds were hired by the pseudo-government to decorate the storefront and praise the merits. The activities must have been arranged long ago. Why would Japanese soldiers drive them away?

Soon Jiamao Qingzhi ran in and reported to Ning Zhihenghui: "President, I have called the military police headquarters. They will send people here to protect you soon, but according to them, there are now riots in the entire east of the city, and many garrison soldiers are smashing shops and driving away the crowd. They have injured many people. They let us hold on for a while!"

Ning Zhiheng heard this and was secretly surprised. It turned out that the Japanese soldiers were killing and looting people, and the turmoil was so large that the eastern city was the most prosperous area in Nanjing. The Japanese soldiers probably chose this place because of this.

But why is this? Today is the day when the Nanjing government returns the capital. Logically speaking, the top Japanese officials should ensure the smooth progress of the capital ceremony. How could they instigate the soldiers to loot and kill citizens?

The riot was so large that with the limited military strength of the military police headquarters, it was probably difficult to control and rescue him in time. To be on the safe side, Ning Zhiheng picked up the phone and called the dispatching army headquarters, and the phone was quickly answered.

Ning Zhiheng revealed his identity, and the other side of the phone suddenly became nervous.

"Mr. Fujiwara, we have just learned about the turmoil and are mobilizing troops to suppress them. I will send troops to pick you up now. Please hold on for a while, and the troops will arrive as soon as possible."

After putting down the phone, Ning Zhiheng's heart settled a little. He quickly went down the stairs and came to the office on the first floor. At this time, the door had been closed, and all the guards and staff of the club were guarding here, each holding weapons and waiting for the battle. Seeing Ning Zhiheng come down, everyone focused their attention.

Ning Zhiheng watched the citizens outside running around through the glass. From time to time, the sound of glass doors and windows breaking, and the sound of gunfire constantly ringing, and asked in a deep voice: "How is the situation outside?"

Kimura Maki hurried to the front and said, "President, there are many people dead outside. These soldiers are now looting property everywhere, without any officers' restraint. The riot is very close to us and will soon spread to us."

Ning Zhiheng was calm on the surface, but he was also worried. If the normal situation was normal, these Japanese soldiers would certainly not dare to plunder Fujiwara Club, nor would they dare to hurt themselves. However, the situation is obviously out of control now. In this chaotic situation, once they are involved in the riot, everything will happen. These lower-level soldiers were red and lost their minds, but they dared to do anything.

He turned to the people beside him and said, "Don't panic, everyone. The military police headquarters and the military headquarters have sent troops to pick us up. If you persist for a while, the riots will pass soon!"

"Hi Yi!"

"Hi Yi!"

Everyone naturally knew that the president was noble. When the Japanese senior officials heard the news, they would definitely come to rescue him regardless of everything. Even if they were fighting for their lives, they had to persevere until the rescue troops arrived. Otherwise, if the president's safety was wrong, everyone here would be unpredictable.

At this moment, several figures emerged from the crowd running on the street. They pounced on the glass at the gate and slapped the glass heavily. A young man in the lead waved the camera in his hand and shouted in Japanese: "Please let us in. We are reporters, reporters from the United News Agency, please! Please put us in..."

Several other people also shouted for help in Japanese and kept slapping the gate. It was obvious that the riots on the street were getting closer and closer, forcing them to find a place to hide.

Everyone turned to look at Ning Zhiheng. If it were ordinary citizens, they would naturally not pay attention to it. However, these people were obviously Japanese journalists. United News Agency is also an official newspaper controlled by the Japanese military and pseudo-government. Most of the reporters in it were Japanese.

Ning Zhiheng nodded immediately. When Kimura Maki saw that Ning Zhiheng agreed, he quickly led people forward to open the door. Several people staggered in.

At this time, other citizens saw this scene and rushed over, thinking of joining Fujiwara Club to hide, but were fired several times in the sky by Maki Kimura and others holding short guns. They were so scared that they retreated repeatedly. Seeing that there was no hope here, they had to escape again.

Soon, the figures of Japanese soldiers were seen on this street. They smashed the doors, windows and glass of shops on both sides of the street, rushed in and began to plunder property, and the turmoil had spread to the front of them.
Chapter completed!