Muyang drove directly to the gate of Yu Pinqings mansion, having recognized the entrance last time, this time it was a familiar road. He braked sharply in front of the gate, sending dust flying everywhere.

  Turn off the motorcycle engine, Maoyangs big leather boots stepped on the ground, got off the motorcycle, and quickly walked towards the door.

  Two fake soldiers standing guard at the door saw a Japanese officer coming to the door and didnt dare to slack off. One came up to greet him, while the other ran in to report.

  The fake army officer who came to greet him bowed and asked: "Good morning, sir. Are you looking for Chairman Yu?"

  "Is Yu Pinqing at home?" asked Mu Yang as he walked.

  "Come on, go home and ask your elders." These fake soldiers are very cunning, knowing that the Japanese are currently the strongest, they absolutely dare not offend them.

  Muyang walked through the gate and into the front yard. As he passed through the second gate, he saw a man in his 50s walking quickly towards him, buttoning up his clothes as he walked.

  Mo Yang took a closer look and it should be Yu Pinqing himself. Mo Yang had seen his photos before, although they were from a long time ago, the black and white photos on the computer were a bit blurry, and there was some discrepancy in appearance, but the overall outline couldnt be wrong.

  Mu Yang no longer moved forward, but stood with his hands behind him at the entrance of the second floor, watching Yu Pinqing hurry over in this direction.

  "Ah, Director Bei, what wind brought you here? Youre shining brightly, but I wasnt prepared and was slow to react. Please come in, please come in." Yu Pinqing said with a smile all over his face.

  Although he is now the chairman of Chahar Autonomous Government and vice-chairman of Mengjiang United Autonomous Government, he himself knows that he was propped up by the Japanese. Although he dares to show off his power in front of Chinese people, bullying men and women, but in front of Japanese people, he really does not dare to be presumptuous.

  Moreover, Kitahara Takeo was a senior staff officer of the Japanese Kwantung Armys Mongolian Garrison Headquarters, with the rank of Lieutenant Colonel, and not an ordinary person, absolutely considered to be a young and promising talent.

  "Its still not going well, last month the commander of the imperial guard went to inspect the second mixed brigade outside the city and found that the soldiers quilts for winter were too thin and their food was not good either. He ordered me to bring you over to discuss how to improve the living conditions of the imperial soldiers." Mu Yang said with a straight face.

  "Ah, and theres this matter, its my dereliction of duty. In that case, Ill prepare the carriage immediately and go with Northwell to meet General Uemura at the Second Mixed Brigade." Upon finishing speaking, Yu Pinqing gave a glance to his steward, who hastily retreated to the inner courtyard.

  Muyang noticed their little movements and was secretly on guard.

  "Bei Jings advisor is hard to get here, not going in and sitting for a while, Im really rude." Yu Pinqing didnt hurry to follow Mu Yang, but stood there chatting.

  "The task is urgent, I dare not delay." Muyang continued to look stern, but his right hand had already moved closer to the gun.

  "Speaking of which, the last time we met was in Guizhou, wasnt it? Bei Jings adjutant followed Commander Shangs side last month, and he will inevitably be reused. At that time, please put in a good word for me in front of the commander."

  "Its not that I dont want to take good care of the imperial armys livelihood, its just that this Zhangjiakou is originally barren, and now with the war, the merchant caravans have also been cut off, my days are also difficult."

  "But please rest assured, General, that I will organize personnel and dispatch supplies last month, and absolutely will not let the Imperial Army freeze or starve in Zhangjiakou."

  Yu Pinqing was talking incessantly there, but Mu Yang was always tense, occasionally glancing in the direction of the inner gate.

  "Chairman Yu, Commander is still waiting for you, lets hurry up and go with me now."

  "Ah, all right, lets go." Yu Pinqing hastily replied.

  At this time, the departing butler walked out from the inner door, and Mu Yangs body immediately became tense, looking at the butler walking over with a small wooden box in his hand.

  "Director Bei, its not easy for you to come here once, and you havent even had a glass of water. Im afraid Yu Mou is being impolite. This is just a small token of our appreciation, please accept it. When the time comes, please put in a good word for me in front of Commander Shangs face. Im deeply grateful, deeply grateful." Yu Pinqing handed over the wooden box and passed it to Muyang.

  "What is it?" asked Mu Yang.

  "Ten silver coins, a small token of our appreciation, please accept with a smile." Yu Pinqings face was filled with smiles.

  One silver dollar is 100 pieces, ten are 1,000 silver dollars. Although its not a lot of money, bribing Beining Canmou, this passing-by god, with 1,000 big ocean (yuan) is not a small expense for Yipin. After all, he didnt have any requests from Beining Canmou, it was just a gift for meeting.

  Mo Yangs eyes rolled over, and he took the money box from Yu Pinqings hand. He felt a heavy weight in his hands, which was very substantial. A smile appeared on Mo Yangs face, no longer as stiff as before, and he nodded at Yu Pinqing without saying a word.

  After receiving the silver dollar from Mu Yang, his complexion obviously improved, and Yu Pins smile on his face became even more intense. It seems that this silver dollar offensive is very effective.

  Yu Pinqings annual collection of money, at least half was used to bribe Japanese military officers, trying to get along with them. Of course, the largest share must have been given to the commander of the Mongolian Garrison Army, Kazuo Umezu, who received tens of thousands of silver yuan in bribes every year.

  Moreover, Yu Pingqing is very good at socializing. As long as there are Japanese military officers with real power or potential use, he will send them a gift. So from 1937 when Japan occupied Zhangjiakou to the present, Yu Pingqing can be said to have mixed well and risen rapidly.

  But where did this money come from? It was still scraped together from the Chinese people. How many families were ruined by him, wives separated from husbands, children scattered, and homes destroyed. Then Yu Pin took over peoples houses, land, ransacked their wealth, and stuffed it into his own pockets.

  His own life was one of extreme extravagance and debauchery, with over a dozen concubines, and he would often seek out other women to indulge in carnal pleasures, even going so far as to offer them as gifts to the Japanese for their enjoyment, using this as a means to advance his own career.

  "Can we go now? Commander Xia was still waiting for us last month," said Mu Yang.

  "No problem, no problem, lets go now." He said, taking the top hat handed over by Guan Jia and putting it on his head, following Mu Yang out of the house.

  Muyang got on the motorcycle, Yu Pingqing sat in the back seat, still holding Muyangs money box. With a strong kick, the motorcycle sped away, disappearing into the distance, leaving behind only a cloud of dust.

  Muyang didnt leave the city directly, but instead brought Yu Pingqing to a small road with sparse population. Yu Pingqing didnt suspect anything and thought that Bei Jingcan still had something to do, so he obediently held onto the money box and sat in the saddle.

  Muyang slowed down the car, took out an electric baton from the space, and without Yu Pings notice, directly poked it at Yu Pings neck. A few seconds later, Yu Ping fainted beautifully and fell backwards into the carriage.

  Mu Yang stopped the motorcycle, took away the silver ingot box from Yu Pinqings hand, then pulled out a green military blanket from his space and directly covered Yu Pinqing with it, hiding him completely. If an outsider saw this, they would have thought Mu Yang was carrying a bundle of military blankets in his basket.

  Having done all that, Muyang started the car again and drove directly to the hotel where he and Xiaoke Jun lived. He drove through the alley and stopped the car at the entrance of the small courtyard. Muyang slightly changed his appearance and walked into the small courtyard.

  "Hey, Im back." Murong shouted as he entered the yard.