lerbook Chapter 87 Madly Producing Underwater Ghosts
Chapter 87 Madly Producing Underwater Ghosts
Shen Li turned and left the study, quickly relaying Chen Zijun's orders to Heinrich, who was far away on the high seas.
Chen Zijun stood by the window, gazing at the endless stream of lights on the Huangpu River, but his gaze seemed to pierce through the deep night and reach the surging East China Sea.
Major General Yamaguchi.
In the Japanese naval circles, this name represents absolute madness and a desperate gamble. Unlike the conservative and timid Satoda of the past, this newly appointed commander of the Third Fleet is a wild wolf that will go mad at the smell of blood.
"Kongo-class battlecruisers, Nagara-class light cruisers..." Chen Zijun's knuckles tapped lightly on the windowsill, producing a cold and crisp sound. "It seems the Japanese Emperor is truly desperate, having emptied a portion of his coffers."
After all, under the Washington Naval Armaments Treaty, how many main battleships does Japan actually have?
For various reasons, compared with established powers like Britain, France, and the United States, Japan had a weaker economic foundation and had to rely on battlecruisers as its main battleships.
There aren't many of these ships in the combined naval fleet of the Japanese Empire. If they were to sink one of them, the entire world situation could change.
In a conventional naval battle, given the current strength of the Southeast Area Army, it would be a pipe dream to directly confront a full-strength fleet with battlecruisers at sea.
But Chen Zijun never fights conventional battles!
He turned around, a thought forming in his mind.
"Whoosh—"
A pale blue light screen, visible only to him, suddenly unfolded on his retina.
[Unlimited Pay-to-Win System]
[Host: Chen Zijun]
[Current Position: Commander-in-Chief of the Southeast Area Army, Commander of the Shanghai-Nanjing Garrison]
[Current territory: Entire Shanghai, Entire Zhejiang, Entire Fujian and coastal bases, Southern Jiangsu, and parts of Southern Anhui]
[System idle earnings: £1/second (£8.64 per day)]
[Current available funds: £3,850,200]
[Military Organization: The Central Reorganized 10th Army Division, also known as the 1st German-equipped Division (full strength); the Newly Reorganized 2nd Division of the National Defense Force, also known as the 2nd Newly Reorganized Zhejiang Army Division (full strength, German-equipped); the Newly Reorganized Independent Armored Brigade of the National Defense Force; the German-equipped Heavy Artillery Brigade; the Tax Police Corps; the Shanghai Garrison Brigade (full strength, German-equipped); and the River Defense Artillery Brigade (German-equipped)]
[Naval composition: U-93 submarine (1 vessel)]
[Air Force Organization: No unit currently]
Looking at the long, dazzling string of numbers in the funds column, Chen Zijun's lips curled into a cold smile.
"Knock knock knock".
A crisp knock on the door interrupted Chen Zijun's thoughts.
"Enter."
The mahogany door to the study was pushed open, and Mo Huixin walked in carrying a freshly brewed cup of premium Da Hong Pao tea. Today, she was wearing a smart black velvet cheongsam with a white mink shawl draped over it, making her appear both gentle and shrewd, as if she had experienced the ups and downs of the business world.
"Young Marshal." Mo Huixin gently placed the teacup on the desk, then took out a thick financial statement from her purse. "This is a summary of this month's funds. Please take a look."
Chen Zijun walked behind the large table and sat down. He picked up his teacup, blew on it to cool it down, and did not take the report.
"Let's just get to the numbers."
A flicker of barely concealed excitement flashed in Mo Huixin's eyes. Although her voice remained gentle, it trembled slightly with barely suppressed emotion: "Just now, British Consul Barton and American Consul Cunningham transferred the first installment of the 'route security fee' into our secret overseas account through Citibank and HSBC."
"The British paid £300,000 and the Americans paid £200,000, not a penny less, and in cash."
At this point, Mo Huixin took a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm her wildly beating heart.
"Adding the profits from our various businesses, and the continuous inflow of funds from your 'mysterious overseas consortium,' Weyland Company and the Spencer Foundation..." Mo Huixin raised her head, her gaze fixed intently on Chen Zijun, "our total liquid assets have now reached three million eight hundred and fifty thousand pounds!"
£3.85 million!
In this era, this was an enormous sum of money, enough to buy many countries. Keep in mind that the Nationalist government's total annual revenue, when converted to monetary value, was only a little over ten million pounds!
"Young Master..."
Mo Huixin couldn't help but sigh, "Back in Shanghai, it was always the foreigners who, with their powerful ships and cannons, rode on our heads, bullying us and sucking our blood. Now, all you've done is send out a submarine that no one has ever seen before, and you've forced the British Empire and the United States to obediently pay protection money... I never even dared to dream of such a thing before."
Chen Zijun chuckled lightly, put down his teacup, and his eyes flashed with an arrogant sharpness.
"What's this? Five hundred thousand pounds is merely giving them a chance to pay to avoid further trouble. The rules of the East China Sea were previously set by foreigners, but from now on, only I, Chen Zijun, can set them!"
He stood up, walked to Mo Huixin, and gently patted her soft shoulder.
"Huixin, transfer all this money into Reserve Account No. 1 through our most secretive channels. I need it."
Mo Huixin was suddenly stunned. Three million eight hundred thousand pounds, all of it? That's a huge sum of money, enough to shake the financial markets of many countries!
"Young Master, what are you doing...?"
"I want to buy control of the entire East China Sea." Chen Zijun's tone was as calm as if he were discussing tomorrow's breakfast, but the murderous intent in his words made the temperature in the study drop several degrees. "Go and do it."
"Yes! Huixin understands!" Mo Huixin didn't waste any words and immediately turned to leave. She knew that when Chen Zijun spoke in this tone, it meant that something earth-shattering was about to happen.
The study fell silent once more.
Chen Zijun brought up the system screen again and clicked on the [Naval Shop] without hesitation.
A dazzling array of warship models slowly rotated in the light screen, but Chen Zijun's gaze was immediately locked onto a special option hidden in a corner of the store—[Underwater Ships and Facilities].
"Since the Japanese have sent battlecruisers, I'll prepare a super gift for them!"
Chen Zijun's fingers moved rapidly across the light screen.
"System, redeem the [U-93 Submarine Production Line]!"
[Ding! U-93 submarine production line: includes a complete set of core casting equipment, precision machining machines, and torpedo tube stamping machines. Unit price: £15.]
"Quantity, twelve!" Chen Zijun coldly announced the number.
[Ding! Confirmed exchange of twelve production lines, deducting £180 million.]
"Redeem [Submarine Crew Card (Advanced)]!"
[Ding! Submarine Crew Card (Advanced): Directly summons a full complement of 50 loyal submariners with advanced naval combat skills, fluent in German and Chinese, and proficient in mechanical operation. Price: £5.]
"Quantity: Twelve!"
[Ding! Confirmed redemption of twelve advanced submarine crew cards, deducting £60.]
Chen Zijun didn't even blink. Two million four hundred thousand pounds vanished in an instant.
But that's not enough. Submarines can't just be thrown into the water and start fighting; they also require massive logistics, covert bases, and most importantly, a tactical coordination system.
His gaze was fixed on an item at the very bottom of the shop that emitted a dark red glow.
"Redeem the [Deep Sea Ghost Fleet Air Zone Template]!"
[Ding! This template is a strategic-level facility. It can generate a highly concealed special submarine base in a designated sea area or shipyard with a single click, including a sonar shielding network, underwater supply channels, advanced air defense positions, and a fully encrypted long-wave radio command center. Price: £80.]
"exchange!"
[Ding! Exchange confirmed, £80 deducted.]
In less than three minutes, Chen Zijun squandered a staggering sum of £3.2 million. The funds section on the system panel instantly shrank to a pitiful number.
[System Notification: The host's single-time spending exceeded three million pounds, triggering the hidden achievement "War Maniac." Special System Reward: One set of production blueprints for the German high-tech "G7e Electric Trackless Torpedo" (to be activated)!]
Chen Zijun's eyes suddenly lit up.
G7e electric torpedo! This was an absolute killer weapon of the German U-boats during World War II! It left no bubble trail and had extremely high stealth capabilities, making it an assassination weapon tailor-made for wolfpack tactics!
"Money is only money when it's spent and turns into deadly steel! What's the point of keeping it if it just rots away?" Chen Zijun sneered.
But what does this "to be activated" mean?