"What are the best things for me to meet with these scumbags? It's just a waste of saliva! You don't think about it. Chen Mingxiang is not interested in power or position. He is focused on making money by smuggling. What other good soldiers can such a leader bring?"

"I have installed eyeliners in the experimental area. Now, this group of people, when they open their eyes every day, they plan to use the smuggling channels of Huatong Trading Company to make money, and then eat, drink and have fun. Since the headquarters has been relocated, the experimental area has not even handled a decent case!"

"Chen Mingxiang didn't care about them, nor did he take it seriously at all. Look at the experimental area, how long it has been, and there has been no application for a staffing. I don't expect them to add glory to me. As long as I don't cause trouble, I'll be grateful!" Li Shiqun said with a cold snorting.

No matter whether it was She Aizhen, Pan Pao, Wang Ji'an and others from the Guard Brigade, or Zhang Jinlu and Lin Zhijiang from the Operation Brigade, no one focused on their work.

They used their special identity and Chen Mingxiang's protection to plunder the Shanghai Stock Exchange, and colluded with smugglers in the Guotong District to provide Huatong Trading Company with a large amount of strategic materials.

Chen Mingxiang is very generous to his subordinates. He always pays for cash. These spies from the Shanghai Experimental Area have made a fortune and lived a very comfortable life. In this case, who would still want to arrest military officials and find underground parties? Isn’t that so full?

That night, a convoy of six cars and two trucks drove to the gate of the Japanese army's first concentration camp in western Shanghai, No. 404, Yuyuan Road, where members and families of the Public Concession Bureau were mainly detained.

The Japanese military police standing at the door did not review the arrival of the convoy and directly opened the door. In the car in the middle, Chen Mingxiang, Ono Nakasa and Major Koomura were sitting.

This is Chen Mingxiang who came to "condolence" foreign expatriates on behalf of the "Shanghai Civil Charity Group" and carried forward the humanitarian spirit. Of course, this action was acquiesced by the Gendarmerie Command and the Marine Corps Command in Shanghai in advance.

Chen Mingxiang said it very clearly to both sides that he was secretly entrusted by the Military Control Bureau, and the Military Control Bureau was entrusted by the embassies of various countries in Shancheng. He only gave coarse grains one or two times a month to check the patients in the concentration camp and did nothing else.

Despite the war, the Japanese government did not intend to kill all these foreign expatriates. As long as the blockade was not posed a hidden danger to the Shanghai market, it would be able to accommodate all other small things.

"Thank you for your help. If you don't come again, I'm afraid some people will not be able to hold on. Let the doctor show the patients first!" Riddle said excitedly.

There were two cars with doctors and nurses, and some medicines were brought. The truck smelled scented. The driver lifted the canvas covered on it, and the bottom was a basket of stick-faced steamed buns, which were golden and large.

The people in the concentration camp soon ran out. These coarse grains that they usually don’t look at are now better than red wine steak. Chen Mingxiang also saw that foreign expatriates were all pale and thin, and some of them needed support to walk around. Their eyes were full of desire for food.

It has been almost three months since we entered the concentration camp on February 15th. Finally, we saw Chen Mingxiang starting to fulfill his promise to come to help. Everyone felt like they were living in a desperate situation. Everyone’s greatest hope before was Chen Mingxiang, who was also the patron saint of all foreign expatriates, and was the second only to God.

According to the Japanese army's regulations, every adult refugee in the concentration camp must participate in labor in exchange for living space, including heavy physical labor such as cleaning sewers, burning bricks, and transporting coal.

People in the concentration camp are not allowed to escape, they are caught at the beginning, and they are not allowed to move around unless they go to the toilet or the bathroom. They are only given two meals a day, breakfast, only one cup of tea for four days a week, and one ounce of wheat paste for the other three days. Lunch is cabbage soup and a potato, and there is no dinner at all.

Food water is rationed, with only five liters of water per person per day. Whether it is taking a bath or flushing the toilet, domestic water is strictly restricted, and later even bathing is cancelled.

"Mr. Riddle, I have difficulties too. I didn't deliberately delay time. If I want to go to the concentration camp to carry out such charity activities, I need to get the approval of the Japanese army. However, the situation will be better from now on. I have won the power to come twice a month."

"The truck mainly contains cornmeal steamed buns. I brought some pickles and prepared several boxes of canned food, salt and sugar. You should store them carefully. These are mainly for patients to use, as well as some vitamins and aspirin and other medicines."

"I can't stay for too long. Five steamed buns per person according to the head of the person. Take the time to divide them. But remember, don't eat them at a time. At most one or half a day. When the next time, I will find a way to increase them to ten per person."

"These cornmeal steamed buns are very large, one is two to three of them. Although it cannot solve the problem, it can guarantee that people will not starve to death. By the way, there are cigarettes in my car, so I will send them to everyone now, two packs per person." Chen Mingxiang said.

Before coming, he insisted that the military police and the Marines checked carefully and confirmed that there were no prohibited items, so he sent them to the concentration camp.

This cautious approach made the military police stationed in Shanghai and the Marines stationed in Shanghai feel very satisfied. Isn’t it just some steamed buns and pickles!

It is understandable that the foreign embassy contacted Chen Mingxiang privately to provide assistance to the expatriates of his country through the Military Affairs Bureau of the Shancheng Government, not to mention that this help will not affect the interests of the empire.

Chen Mingxiang gave each of Gangmeng Major and Ono Nakasa to 10,000 US dollars each, and each of the two commanders to 100,000 US dollars each. In fact, even if he gave rice and white flour, no one would say anything else, but he didn't do that.

That's how it is. When you give steamed buns and pickles, you will definitely be grateful. If you give rice and white flour, you may be complaining. If you have the ability to give these good things, why don't you give some red wine steak?

It took a whole night to run these concentration camps one by one, most of them put them down and say a few words, chat with the expatriates, and have to take photos in secret.

I stayed for half an hour at most, and then I rushed to the next concentration camp and sent out more than 40,000 steamed buns in total. The whole process was very patient and meticulous.

His reputation as a foreign expatriates in the concentration camp reached the peak because of this move that didn't cost much money and was full of gratitude. Most people burst into tears. The power of timely help was very powerful, and everyone firmly remembered Chen Mingxiang.

Although he didn't sleep all night, he didn't feel sleepy at all because he knew that this was his protection after the victory of the War of Resistance. Although it was a bit shameless, such resources must not be given up.
Chapter completed!