100: Chapter 100 The Principal is Stunned! The News Has Been Leaked!

Shen Wang looked at his aunt before him, who seemed to have aged significantly in an instant, and felt a complex mix of emotions in his heart.

He remembered how when he was a child, his aunt would save a portion for him whenever they made something delicious, and recalled how when his mother was struggling, his aunt, despite her nagging, had still helped them out...

"Aunt, look at what you're saying. I will definitely help with my cousin's situation! You can rest assured!"

Even if his aunt hadn't said anything, Shen Wang would have still found a way to help his cousin.

"Oh, oh! Good, good! Xiao Wang, thank you! Aunt... Aunt thanks you!" Zhou Ming's mother nodded repeatedly, her voice choked with emotion.

"Big sister, we are all family, no need to be so polite." Shen Wang's mother also spoke up.

"Right, right, right, we are all family! Tonight, we won't return until we're drunk!"

"Our family has produced a true dragon! We must celebrate properly!"

"Come, come, drink..."

The private room became lively again.

Shen Wang felt a headache coming on as he listened.

"Um, everyone, quiet down for a moment, I have something to say!"

In an instant, the private room quieted down.

Everyone looked at Shen Wang in unison.

Shen Wang gathered his thoughts and said, "I know everyone is happy, but it's best if no one outside of our family knows about this matter!"

"Also, don't overestimate my abilities. Don't go around bullying others; I won't be able to fix that!"

Shen Wang was worried that his relatives would get carried away and cause big trouble, which would be bad.

His relatives naturally understood.

"Don't flaunt your wealth, understood!"

"Xiao Wang is right; none of us can cause trouble for Xiao Wang!"

"Keep a low profile! We must keep a low profile!"

Only then did Shen Wang feel relieved.

At the end of the day, their family was just ordinary common folk.

Right now, what everyone wanted most was nothing more than getting a good job arranged, finding a way to make money, and things of that sort.

If these could be achieved, the relatives would already be satisfied!

A potential disturbance was temporarily quelled by a few words from Shen Wang as he took control of the situation.

But everyone knew that from this day on, the "power dynamic" within this family had completely changed.

Shen Wang was the true "true dragon" of their family!

After drinking a few more glasses of wine, Shen Wang took the opportunity to find an excuse to leave, and his relatives naturally dared not stop him.

Upon returning home, Shen Wang tidied up and prepared to travel through time.

...

1941, Shancheng, Huangshan Official Residence.

The Principal sat behind a large desk, his expression calm, revealing neither joy nor anger.

The spymaster Boss Dai stood before the desk, slightly bowing, holding a thick file in his hands.

Over the past month or so, his intelligence network, especially the North China and Northwest stations, had devoted almost all their energy to investigating one thing—the source of the Eighth Route Army's unfathomable equipment.

"Principal... synthesizing intelligence from various sources, we can now basically confirm..."

Boss Dai's voice was very low.

"The various new weapons the Eighth Route Army has recently acquired, including the super tanks capable of easily destroying the Japanese type 95 heavy tank, automatic rifles comparable to light machine guns, single-soldier rocket launchers with astonishing power, and anti-aircraft guns with extremely high accuracy..."

"The source of all this equipment points to one mysterious figure—a person named Shen Mingyuan."

"Shen Mingyuan?" The Principal looked up slightly.

He then asked, "Have you verified his identity? Which faction does the other party belong to?"

"The Soviet Union? Or... some alternative channel secretly supported by America?"

A strange look appeared on Boss Dai's face, and he shook his head, saying, "Reporting to the Principal, this person's identity is extremely mysterious, as if he appeared out of thin air."

"We have utilized all our networks, including monitoring the international arms black market, and cannot find any records related to him!"

"He seems... to only have contact with the Eighth Route Army, and..."

"And what?" The Principal pressed.

"And, according to existing intelligence, this equipment... is not being sold, at least not in the conventional sense of an arms deal."

Speaking of this, Boss Dai was starting to doubt his own reality.

"Principal... the Eighth Route Army seems to have only used a batch of antiques and jewelry worth about 100,000 silver dollars, as well as... 100,000 in border region currency, to exchange for a massive amount of weaponry from this person, enough to arm nearly an entire brigade!"

"What?"

A noticeable fluctuation finally appeared on the Principal's previously calm face.

"100,000 silver dollars worth of antiques, plus 100,000 of their own printed currency, and they exchanged it for a brigade's worth of new equipment?"

After saying this, the Principal himself felt it was unbelievable.

"Principal, that's not all... there are also those 14 super tanks, as well as a small arsenal..."

Boss Dai added, feeling it was incredible himself.

"Slap!" The Principal slammed the table hard.

"Damn it!"

"200,000 silver dollars? If that were with me, it wouldn't even be enough to buy three 105mm Howitzer from the Americans!"

How is this any different from giving it away for free?

The Principal's chest heaved; he was clearly stimulated by this "unequal trade."

What virtue or ability does the Eighth Route Army have to encounter such a "wealth-scattering boy"?

This was even more uncomfortable for him than directly giving them hundreds of thousands of silver dollars in aid!

Because this meant that the other party wasn't after money at all, but something else!

And this "something else" was precisely what he least wanted to see!

Boss Dai kept his head low, not daring to respond.

The Principal took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.

He knew that getting angry was useless; the key was solving the problem.

"Yunong," the Principal said in a deep voice, "I don't care what method you use, spare no cost, find out the background of this Shen Mingyuan for me!"

"Who exactly is he? Where did he come from? Where did he get this equipment? And, what exactly does he want?"

"Yes!" Boss Dai immediately straightened his body.

"In addition," the Principal tapped his fingers on the desk, "as much as possible... no, you must find a way to 'invite' him to Shancheng!"

"I want to see him personally!"

"On our side, we have money, we have official positions, we have prestige! As long as he is willing to come, he can set his own terms!"

Boss Dai had already anticipated this, and quickly replied: "The Principal is wise! Your student has already arranged for the most capable personnel to infiltrate and search in Shanxi Province and the Eighth Route Army's activity areas, but..."

"It's just that... for the past month or so, this person has seemed to evaporate from the face of the earth, never appearing in public again, and our people have temporarily... not yet found his exact whereabouts."

The Principal was not surprised by this result; could someone who could produce this kind of equipment be found so easily?

He waved his hand, signaling Boss Dai to just continue intensifying the efforts.

However, Boss Dai did not immediately withdraw, and a more solemn look appeared on his face.

"Principal, your student has one more extremely important piece of intelligence. Although it has not been fully verified, but... the probability is extremely high." Boss Dai's voice dropped even lower.

"Speak." The Principal looked at him.

"A high-level agent we have planted inside the Eighth Route Army recently risked everything to send out a shocking piece of news."

"When the Eighth Route Army raided He County and destroyed the Xiao Pu Regiment command post, they very likely... captured the Japanese 36th Infantry Regiment's... regimental banner!"