Something happened.

It's a good thing.

Director He was very happy on the phone.

"Shao Long, how did you convince those Sicilians?"

"Sicilians? What did they do?"

"They are going to build a large thermal power plant in Chengdu! The generators are ready."

"Yeah?"

Zhang Yong thought of the system.

Thermal power plant, system arrangement?

Apart from the system, there is really no other possibility.

A large thermal power plant appeared out of thin air, which was too unexpected. So I borrowed the help of Sicilian people.

Fortunately, I have a good relationship with the Sicilians...

We had successfully acquired fifty BA-65 fighter jets before.

"This thermal power plant came very timely! We need a lot of electricity here!"

"oh……"

"There are so many machine tools shipped by the Germans and Americans. Without sufficient power, there is no way to run them. I was still worried about where to find a generator. Unexpectedly, you have solved all this. Very good.

very good."

"oh……"

"Shaolong, if you need any assistance, please tell me. I will try my best to arrange it."

"There should be no special requirements..."

Zhang Yong thought for a while.

What requirements can the system arranger have?

But his behavior may be a little weird. For example, he doesn't want to communicate with the outside world or something.

It just so happens that the eccentric Sicilian fits their identity.

They are exclusive, closed-minded and aggressive.

"Teacher, they are Sicilians and don't like to interact with outsiders."

"Really? I understand."

"Also, they are all people with special status. It is best not to announce them to the outside world, lest Mussolini knows they are here."

"Oh? Are they against Mussolini?"

"I don't know the details. Anyway, they need to hide here for a while."

"I know. I will cover for them."

"Thank you, teacher."

"Okay, okay, you are really becoming more and more promising."

"oh……"

Zhang Yong was convinced that he was being praised, not being ridiculed.

Director He hung up the phone happily.

When he was about to hang up the phone, Zhang Yong even heard the other party humming a tune.

It seems that this thermal power plant really made the other party very happy.

Alas, it's really pitiful. It's just a small thermal power plant. The total installed capacity is only 150,000 kilowatts.

If placed in future generations, they would definitely be among the ranks of those who were forcibly eliminated.

The power plants of later generations often have an installed capacity of several million kilowatts! Without 1 million kilowatts, there is no chance of survival.

Holding the microphone, thoughtfully, and finally slowly putting it down.

Have a meal.

Wash.

Get ready for bed.

I had a busy day during the day and was tired.

Go to bed early and get up early. There is still work to do tomorrow. We have to continue the killing spree.

As for Japanese spies, don't bother to catch them. Just kill them.

The current city of Beiping is in a smoky atmosphere, and thunderous measures must be used.

Kill them all.

Sweep away!

Before going to bed, Chen Yan came.

"Report."

"Come in."

"Commissioner..."

"What's up?"

"This is today's newspaper..."

"Give me."

Zhang Yong reached out and took the newspaper.

Good guy. He's on the front page.

The report was about gunshots at the train station. It was said that "gangsters" were killing people randomly.

He is indiscriminate and kills everyone on sight.

Unforgivable crimes.

The sin is heinous.

Others called on the 29th Army to arrest the perpetrators immediately to set the record straight.

"Any more?"

"have."

Chen Yan handed over a few more newspapers.

They are all evening newspapers. They have just been published. Some of them are temporarily reprinted.

The ink smell of some newspapers has not yet dissipated.

Yes, it’s pretty fast!

The press is also quite free!

Dare to write anything. Dare to report anything.

Haha. Let him go!

Too lazy to care.

Most likely there were Japanese invaders and traitors behind the scenes, trying to use public opinion to create pressure on themselves.

What a joke.

Is Zhang Yong afraid of public opinion?

I have dozens of guns in my hand, will I be afraid of your pen?

As long as I live for a day, the penman will never think of causing any harm to me.

After Lao Tzu dies, let the floods flood the sky.

sleep.

Nothing happened all night.

Get up in the morning.

Be in high spirits.

Have breakfast.

Gather the team.

Set off.
To be continued...