radicalducati Chapter 216 Encountering a Big Deal
Chapter 216 Encountering a Big Deal
"Hi! Smimimasai (Excuse me)!" Kamiya Konosuke quickly stopped and bowed respectfully. "I'll go back to my room to rest right away and I won't reveal my superior's identity."
"Hmm!" Yan Shuo nodded slightly, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority. He turned and pushed open the door, quickly walking out of the courtyard. He gently closed the door with his fingers, his movements light and silent. His figure quickly blended into the thick night and disappeared.
Konosuke Kamiya remained bowed, standing motionless inside the room until there was no sound from outside the door. Only then did he slowly straighten up, his face filled with awe and reverence.
He gazed in the direction Yan Shuo had left, and thought to himself: The more people like Commander Liu the empire has, the better.
Although he still didn't know Commander Liu's real Japanese name, he could clearly see that Commander Liu was busy procuring supplies for the Empire and supporting the front-line troops, while also having to work hard to rectify the atmosphere of the military police and ensure the purity of the troops. He was truly exhausted.
Next time, I must prepare more nourishing ingredients for the family so that when Commander Liu comes again, I can give him a good boost of nutrition.
Upon closer inspection, the officer looked quite haggard, undoubtedly due to days of overwork.
Thinking of those officers who only cared about enjoying themselves and didn't care about the hardships of their superiors, a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in Kamiya Konosuke's eyes. He thought to himself: These damned guys don't understand the hardships of their superiors at all. They only care about their own carefree enjoyment. They are really hateful.
By this time, it was completely dark, and the clock had struck past 11 p.m. The city of Shanghai was mostly silent, with only a few scattered lights twinkling in the night.
Yan Shuo traveled at a fast pace and soon arrived at the Huangpu River, stopping at a hidden spot on the opposite bank of the Japanese naval port.
He leaned out and looked toward the dock where the Zhaoguang had sunk last time, a smile playing on his lips: Good heavens, it's quiet here. There are only a few small gunboats quietly moored on the shore, no large ships in sight. Only two luxury yachts, each capable of holding four hundred guests, are moored on one side of the dock. The yachts are magnificent in appearance, with dim lights, but they look very impressive.
Yan Shuo observed carefully for a moment and found that there were very few people around the yacht, so it seemed that there were no important guests here.
What's even more interesting is that there are almost no guards on the shore. All that moves around are women in uniform, carrying cleaning tools and tidying up the dock and the area around the yachts in an orderly manner. Their movements are quick but not noisy.
"Is this to receive some important person?" Yan Shuo raised an eyebrow, pondering to himself, but then shook his head. "Never mind, business is more important. It's been several days, it's time to clean up the wreckage of the Zhaoguang."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Shuo took off his outer clothes and silently slid into the Huangpu River. The cold river water enveloped his body, but he didn't care. He manipulated the substitute doll to pull himself quickly underwater and swim towards the location where the Zhaoguang ship sank—that was the "Zhaoguang ship graveyard" in his heart.
After diving dozens of meters underwater, a huge shipwreck suddenly appeared before their eyes—the very same Zhaoguang, a 10,000-ton vessel.
It lay quietly at the bottom of the river, still in the same position as when it sank. Yan Shuo looked at this behemoth, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes. He secretly exclaimed in his heart: Good heavens, a full 10,000 tons! All of it is good steel, really good steel!
"Good steel should be used to build our country, not wasted sinking at the bottom of the river. Take it away!"
Yan Shuo's mind raced, and he immediately used his abilities to collect the wreckage of the Zhaoguang.
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the wreckage of several small ships next to the Zhaoguang and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Hey, are these freebies? It seems that when the Zhaoguang exploded, it affected a few small warships around it. Since they're freebies, let's take them all and not waste them."
Yan Shuo quickly collected the wreckage of the Zhaoguang and the wreckage of the small ships next to it.
Xiao Zhi quickly calculated and soon received a notification: "Host, the Zhaoguang, including the accompanying small warship, has a total tonnage of approximately 20,000 tons."
"Twenty thousand tons? That's great!" Yan Shuo was overjoyed, and couldn't help but smile. All that hard work had been worth it.
After collecting the wreckage, Yan Shuo carefully poked his head out of the water, looking at the two luxury yachts not far away.
At this moment, the women on the yacht were still busy. Their voices drifted on the night breeze, but they were indistinct and hard to hear clearly.
Yan Shuo decided to dive back into the water and swim towards the yacht. A few dozen seconds later, he reached the bottom of the yacht. He quietly poked his head out and pressed it against the hull of the yacht, listening carefully to the conversation between the women on board.
"His Highness likes yellow chrysanthemums, so replace all these fabrics with ones that have chrysanthemum patterns. They're needed tomorrow, so everyone hurry up and put them on!"
A stern female voice rang out, tinged with impatience, "And these tablecloths, change them right now. Look, there's still dirt and ink spots on the chrysanthemum pattern in the middle. You lazy bum, didn't you clean it properly? Are you looking for a beating?"
"Smimasai, Ms. Chinatsu! I was wrong, I'll wipe it again right away, I promise to wipe it clean, leaving absolutely no stains!"
The other woman's voice carried a hint of panic and guilt as she quickly agreed.
"Hurry up! Stop dawdling!"
The woman addressed as Miss Chinatsu spoke in a stern yet alluring tone, "If His Highness is satisfied, you might receive a great reward. A promotion would be an incredible stroke of luck! Work hard and don't slack off!"
"Hi!" the women responded in unison, quickening their pace and no longer slacking off.
"Chika?" Yan Shuo's heart skipped a beat, and he raised an eyebrow. "Is it that Chika from the Mei Agency?"
He couldn't see the speaker's face and couldn't be sure for a moment, but the name immediately reminded him of someone—Fujii Chinatsu of the Mei Agency, a sex spy disguised as a reporter, with the rank of lieutenant, cunning and good at deception, and he had had several subtle confrontations with her before.
"And who exactly is this 'Your Highness' she mentioned?"
Yan Shuo pondered to himself, "Japanese imperial family? It couldn't possibly be someone from the Aisin Gioro family, could it?"
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself: What a joke, those guys are all hiding in the Northeast, how could they possibly come to Shanghai?
If we exclude the Aisin Gioro family, then only the Japanese imperial family remains.
Yan Shuo thought about it carefully and quickly came to a conclusion: Some time ago, he had made a big news story called "The Shame of Shanghai", which made the Japanese look bad and lose face. After that, Japan sent a member of the royal family to Shanghai to investigate the matter. That person was Prince Haruhito Kan'in, a Japanese prince.