Mu Yang hastily stepped forward, pointing at the group of soldiers responsible for burying the corpses and scolded: "Bastards, what are you doing!"

  "Officer, is there something wrong?" The logistics soldier asked in confusion.

  "Why didn't they have coffins? Are you just going to bury them directly in the ground like that?" Mu Yang said angrily.

  "Sir, they are Chinese laborers."

  "Of course I know they are Chinese laborers, but why aren't there any coffins? Are you people slacking off or did you embezzle their coffins?"

  That logistics soldier said with some resentment: "We didn't deduct anything, it's always been like this. Laborers aren't given coffins or tombstones."

  Mu Yang was taken aback, "Whose order is this? Is it a requirement from your logistics officer?"

  "No, this is a command from headquarters, there were no coffins from the beginning."

  "Bastards, a whole bunch of bastards." Mu Yang cursed directly, not knowing whether he was scolding the person who gave this order or the heartlessness of the entire white world.

  These Chinese people have been with you through thick and thin, but in the end, they can't even get a simple coffin, it's really heartless to the extreme.

  "I don't care about anything else, but for these Chinese workers, we must prepare a coffin and a tombstone for them. This is the minimum respect that should be given to the deceased."

  "But I'm not in charge of this, it has to be ordered by our superiors." The logistics soldier then spread his hands, showing helplessness.

  "Bastard," Muyang couldn't help but curse again.

  "Alright, I'll pay for it. You're in charge of burying those Chinese people. I'll cover the expenses." Murong Yang said, suppressing his anger.

  "Are you sure? There are 188 Chinese laborers' bodies here. Are you sure you want to pay for this yourself?" The logistics soldier asked, somewhat incredulous.

  "I'm quite certain that I paid for it, and you can inform the headquarters, even the Allied Headquarters, that I paid for the burial of the Chinese laborers' bodies, coffins, and tombstones. My name is Joseph Williams, commander of the 1st Battalion, 2nd Regiment, West Yorkshire Regiment, 21st Division, 3rd Corps."

  Claire Calvin and others stared at Mu Yang in shock, not knowing why he was so excited. Although they knew he had been good to those Chinese workers, taking on the cost of collecting all the battlefield laborers' wages was a huge expense.

  Claire tugged at the hem of Mu Yang's clothes and whispered, "Commander Lian, this is just a small cemetery near our place. You know, the number of Chinese laborers' corpses in the entire Allied Army should be quite large, that would require a huge sum of money."

  "I know, but I still insist on spending this money. Chinese people have a custom that the deceased is more important than the living, they toiled their whole lives, and after death can't just be discarded without emotion, can they? I must do something, Claire, don't try to persuade me anymore, I know what I'm doing." Mu Yang said firmly, looking at Mu Yang's determined expression, Claire also didn't dare to persuade him anymore.

  That afternoon, Muyang met a businessman named Audric. This Audric was the boss of a coffin shop in France and did a huge business. Later, he got in touch with the Allied Army and expanded his coffin business into the military.

  There are many dead people here, although he earns money to give a part of it to those big shots, and the logistics department below also needs to be greased, but overall, Audric still made a fortune, and now he has entered the ranks of French tycoons.

  The soldiers from France and Britain gathered, the coffins used were all purchased from him, then Audridge pulled over according to the number needed by the army. What Mu Yang said was quickly conveyed to Audridge, this Audridge was indeed a qualified businessman, he saw another business opportunity, a huge one, so he came over in person.

  "Mr. Williams, first let's establish whether you are really willing to spend your own money to provide a good coffin for those Chinese workers. This is not just one or two coffins, but tens of thousands of them, which is a huge sum of money, so I must make it clear." asked Aldrich.

  "I'm telling you, Mr. O'Drich, I'll pay for it myself, you provide the coffins, and let the logistics department collect and bury the bodies of the Chinese workers. Of course, don't worry about whether I have the ability to pay, I'll give you a deposit first, and then we can settle the final account after everything is done."

  "Alright, no problem then. However, we need to sign a contract to ensure the interests of both parties. Do you see any issues with the contract?"

  As he spoke, Audric pulled out a handwritten contract from his waist, a simple sales contract with the specifications of the coffin, price and quantity to be calculated according to future usage. Muyang glanced at it and then signed his name.

  "Mr. Williams, would you be willing to provide a coffin and headstone for those Chinese laborers who were buried before?"

  Audrey is indeed a qualified swindler.

  "As long as you can provide the real names of those people and confirm that they are indeed Chinese workers, I can pay for the cost. However, I will send someone to supervise you, if you fabricate or deceive, the consequences..." Mu Yang didn't finish speaking, while Zhi You shot a cold glance at Audric, causing him to shudder involuntarily.

  In the late afternoon, the coffin company brought in a batch of good coffins and collected and buried those dead Chinese workers.

  And in other cemeteries on the battlefield, the same thing happened, people were surprised at first, and actually gave those laborers coffins, and they were good coffins.

  Later, the news spread more and more widely, until even the Allied Command heard about it, and Mu Yang's name was mentioned again in the army. Mu Yang had really become a celebrity in the army now.

  Muyang returned to the Malmo Manor and took out a box of gold bars from the treasury. After returning, he first paid the deposit with half of the gold.

  As Audric smiled and hugged the gold onto the car, when that old Peugeot smoked away, Muyang cursed in his mouth: "Today you took mine, sooner or later, I will make you, France, and all of Europe spit out thousands of times more money to pay for today's account. Time won't be too long, wait and see."

  Things were almost settled, and Mu Yang called over Wang Da Zhuang and all the Chinese workers in his team. He told them about buying coffins and tombstones for the Chinese workers with his own money. Finally, Mu Yang said: "I will hire some translators for you, of course, it's best if you also contact the General Association of Chinese Workers to supervise that scoundrel Audric together, don't let him cheat."

  Wang Da-diao listened to Mu Yang's words, and his face was already streaming with tears. The other Chinese workers also burst into tears. Wang Da-diao suddenly bowed deeply to Mu Yang, "Commander, thank you for everything you've done for the Chinese people." Others followed suit, bowing deeply to Mu Yang, who quickly helped them up.

  "No need to thank me, I just thought it was something I should do, so I did it. But for future supervision, that's up to you guys," said Mu Yang.

  "Don't worry, Commander. We will definitely do a good job of supervising. Although those people from the Chinese Labour Corps can't even stand up straight in front of the foreign military, sending a few people to supervise the merchants should still be manageable. Besides, this is also a way for them to accumulate merit. Who knows, when they return home, they might even boast about themselves in the newspapers, saying how well they did in collecting Chinese labourer corpses. This is their usual style."

  Speechless in the face of overwhelming beauty.