The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Historically, in 1931, Major Casewell, the military attache of the French Embassy in China, wrote a report letter to the French Ministry of Defense, the content of which is excerpted as follows:

"The Japanese have 500,000 diaspora in China, mainly concentrated in Manchuria, Shandong and major coastal cities along the river. However, although the Japanese have a lot of local intelligence, they are not very good at summarizing the information and drawing overall conclusions... …Japan’s intelligence operations in China are very developed, and almost every Japanese in China is a Japanese spy agent.”

Almost every Japanese in China is a Japanese spy agent. This sentence came from the mouth of the French military attache in China, and it is somewhat convincing.

Compared with China, Japan's intelligence agencies in the United States are more tragic. In other words, they simply cannot set up professional intelligence agencies in the United States.

Yasuo Nagayama, 26, graduated from Kyoto Imperial University, majoring in sociology and psychology.

He was born in a peasant family in the Kinki area. Although basic compulsory education was popularized in Japan at this time, it was still very difficult for the son of a farmer to go to a higher education institution. Yasuo Nagayama also relied on the funding of his uncle in the United States to have the money to finish his university courses.

After graduation, Yasuo Nagayama's ideal is to enter politics. Unexpectedly, he only worked as a civil servant for half a year, and was assigned by the military department to be a spy in the United States before he could be promoted. His mission is to investigate a mysterious organization called Iphone, but the only clue is "California Apple Orchard".

Damn mission!

In the early morning, Yasuo Nagayama got up early, and went to the next target after breakfast—there were too many apple orchards in California, and it was impossible to investigate them.

"John, are you going out again today?" Uncle Nagayama Hachiro asked.

Yasuo Nagayama bowed and said, "Yes, I will travel all over California and do a detailed agricultural survey before I can help my uncle develop the farm."

Hachiro Yongshan said a little impatiently: "John, you have been in the United States for almost a year, and you can't be idle like this. A man should be responsible. Come and dig the soil with me today!"

"Uncle, investigation work is also very important." Yongshan Yasuo said.

"idiot!"

Hachiro Nagayama had always insisted on speaking English, but now he used Japanese when he was swearing. He said angrily: "I paid for your college education and helped you immigrate to the United States. You are so unmotivated! You have to farm with me today .”

"Hayi!" Yasuo Nagayama dared not refuse, otherwise he would be blown away from the United States.

Since the Meiji Restoration, Japan has set off two large-scale waves of immigration to the United States.

The first wave of immigration, between 1885 and 1907, was not so much immigrants as Japanese laborers going to America. Like the Chinese workers in the United States, they are all the poor at the bottom of the country. They rely on hard work to earn hard-earned money. They have no sense of belonging to the United States. After saving enough money, they want to return home and live a good life.

The Japanese government wants to increase overseas income, and actively encourages its own poor to work in the United States, regardless of the fact that these poor people live worse than black slaves in the United States.

As more and more Japanese laborers went to the United States, causing dissatisfaction among native American residents, anti-Japanese sentiment in the states intensified. Finally, in 1908, the United States began to restrict the entry of Japanese laborers, and successively promulgated the "Alien Land Act" to restrict Japanese from owning land in the United States.

Why did Mao want to restrict the Japanese from owning land?

Because Japanese laborers were discriminated against and oppressed in cities and towns, they had to run to the countryside to make a living by growing crops. The Japanese are as hardworking as the Chinese, and they are reluctant to spend the money they earn from part-time jobs, so they save it to buy land.

Gradually, the Japanese purchased more and more land in the United States. For example, in Idaho in 1913, the Japanese planted as many as 8,000 hectares of sugar beet, accounting for one-third of the state, and they also planted more than 10,000 hectares of other crops.

Faced with such a situation, can the Yankees not be jealous?

The second wave of Japanese immigration to the United States took place under such circumstances. Most of them immigrated to the United States based on their fellow countrymen and relatives. These people gradually acquired land and property in the United States. Although they were discriminated against, they regarded themselves as Americans and were no longer willing to return to Japan to suffer.

It was not until 5 years ago that U.S. President Coolidge promulgated a bill prohibiting unqualified naturalized foreigners from entering the U.S. as immigrants. The wave of Japanese immigration to the U.S. finally ended and began to immigrate to South America in large numbers.

Yasuo Yongshan came to the United States as a spy, and he must have a long-term valid legal status. It was precisely because he had an uncle who was a farmer in California that he was selected by the Japanese Army Ministry and sent here as an intelligence spy.

If he offends his uncle, he can tell Yasuo Nagayama to leave with just one sentence. Without the approval of his immediate family members, he cannot continue to live in the United States.

Ever since, Yasuo Nagayama, a top student at Kyoto Imperial University and entrusted with an important task by the military department, just put on a straw hat and carried a hoe to plow the ground.

"Dididi!"

While Yasuo Yongshan was sweating profusely, a car suddenly drove up in the distance.

The car window opened, and a white American man in a suit asked, "Sir, who is the farmer here?"

"It's my uncle, I'll take you there!" Yasuo Yongshan found an excuse to be lazy, and immediately dropped his hoe to lead the way.

Hachiro Yongshan was watering the corn. When he saw his nephew bringing someone over, he immediately scolded: "Bastard, is this how you work? Go back to your post!"

Yasuo Yongshan quickly explained: "Uncle, this gentleman is looking for you."

Facing the white American, Hachiro Nagayama immediately put on another face. He nodded and bowed his head and asked, "Hello, sir. My name is Tom. May I have any advice?"

The white man in the United States opened his briefcase, took out a thick stack of securities and said, "Hi, dear Mr. Farmer. I am Smith, a salesman from the Western William Securities Company. Are you interested in buying stocks?"

"Stocks?" Yongshan Hachiro asked, "Is that what everyone in the town is talking about, the thing that can make quick money?"

Smith rummaged through the stock securities in his hand, and said flickeringly: "Yes, now is the golden age of the American stock market. As long as you buy stocks, you can double your profits. Mr. Farmer, take the Raul lamp in my hand. Say, the stock price was only $1.8 last month, and now it has risen to $2.7, which is a huge profit of more than 50%. If you bought it for $100 last month, it is already $150. In addition, I have Western Soap stock, it's doing very well too..."

The salesman Balabala said a lot, and Yongshan Hachiro said impatiently: "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in stocks."

Smith said persistently: "I still have Jose Tobacco, Coca-Cola..."

"Needless to say, I don't understand stocks, I only know how to farm." Hachiro Yongshan was firm.

After being rejected several times in a row, Smith finally gave up on this potential client and planned to drive to the next farm.

How crazy is the US stock market today?

You take a taxi and the taxi driver can't help but suggest which stocks to buy. You shine shoes on the side of the road, and the kid who shines them will introduce you to the hot stocks of the day. You buy breakfast at a bakery, and the clerk discusses the latest stock prices with you.

Even in some factories, each workshop has a large blackboard, and a dedicated staff writes the latest information on the exchange with chalk every hour, so that it is convenient for workers to speculate in stocks while working.

On some ranches, cowboys receive intelligence on ore radios and use tweeters to update others.

Securities dealers buy all kinds of junk stocks from the secondary market, and then hire stock salesmen to go to the streets, towns, and farms to promote the benefits of stock speculation over and over again, and fool unsuspecting retail investors into buying their stocks.

In order to attract women into the stock market, many securities companies have specially set up "ladies-only rooms" and even equipped simple free beauty salons. Female investors now account for 20% of the total investors in the US stock market.

Not long ago, when Hoover came to power as president, he said confidently: "The U.S. stock market will have at least another ten years of glory!"

It is not unreasonable for Mr. President to be so confident.

After he took office, the stock prices of several major industrial companies in the United States have risen by as much as 10% to 15% every day. This speed is too frightening.

The main business of many company employees and factory workers has become stock speculation. Anyway, as long as you buy stocks, even if you buy with your eyes closed, no matter which stock you buy, you will make money.

When friends gather and chat, what they ask is not whether they have lost money or made money in stock trading, but how much they have made. Those who make too little will be laughed at for their poor eyesight.

It's a pity that the Japanese farmer in front of him is too petty, and his mind is full of digging and farming, so he won't be fooled by the salesman at all.

The insufficiency of the vertical and the strategy!

Smith put the stock certificates back into his briefcase and was about to go to the next farm, but Yasuo Nagayama, a high-achieving spy, caught up: "Sir, please wait a moment."

"What's wrong?" Smith asked back.

Yasuo Yongshan said: "I bought those stocks in your hand!"

"Are you rich?" Smith sneered.

"I have it, please wait a moment." Yongshan Yasuo hurriedly ran back to his room and came out with half of his spy funds.

Seeing Yasuo Nagayama quickly counting the money, Smith showed jealous eyes and thought: These yellow-skinned monkeys who only earn but don’t spend are really rich, and the government should drive them all out of the United States.

For Americans, all Asians look alike. They can't tell the difference between Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese, Asians are fucking moths anyway, they take jobs from white people, they are synonymous with thieves, thugs, liars.

However, after Yasuo Nagayama invested his money in the stock market, he earned more than 600 US dollars that month. Excited, he invested all his money in the stock market. By the beginning of October, he had become a small rich man with a net worth of over ten thousand dollars.

Mr. Yasuo Nagayama, a top student at Kyoto Imperial University and a spy with high hopes by the Ministry of War, seems to have forgotten his mission. Even if his superiors sent him new clues and asked him to investigate a man named Jobs, Yasuo Nagayama ignored him and focused on his dream of making a fortune in the United States.

Stocks kill people!