boyutpedia Chapter 2: Opportunity or Death Knot? Verification
Chapter 2: Opportunity or Death Knot? Verification
"Providing ten pieces of intelligence at once, the system is quite generous."
"However, the content of this information doesn't seem to be of much use to me!"
"The exchange rate between silver dollars and legal tender changed from 1:1 to 1:1.2, and the legal tender began to depreciate."
"This intelligence might be useful to those who are involved in economics, but all I have left are a few copper coins, not even enough to buy a pancake. It seems that whether the legal tender is devalued or not makes no difference."
Shen Lang touched the few copper coins in his pocket and was immediately speechless.
The original owner really spent money wisely, spending it on salsa dancing and bringing dancers home whenever he had money, spending all his salary within a few days of receiving it.
In the days that followed, he could only shamelessly mooch off his colleagues, taking advantage of his status as a police officer to eat and drink for free from the vendors. No wonder he was hated by others.
After a night of deep thought, Shen Lang decided to maintain his predecessor's style of doing things, so as not to arouse suspicion by suddenly changing his temperament.
I'm not worried about some minor changes; it's normal that I've become more restrained after being beaten up last night.
That's why he eats for free at the pancake stall, and in other people's eyes, he's still that greedy, lustful, and shameless scoundrel.
In this cannibalistic era, instilling fear and ruthlessness can also be a form of protection.
"The nearest money exchange is just two streets away, so let's skip checking the exchange rate."
"There's a kid playing with fire in apartment 307 of the Golden Bridge Apartments on Pétain Road; you could go check that out."
"It can both verify the accuracy of the intelligence and determine whether it can save lives."
Shen Lang's mind raced, and he abandoned the idea of going to the money exchange, opting instead for Rue Pétain.
Even if you can't save people, you should still make sure the apartment is on fire with your own eyes.
Although the information provided by the system should be accurate, as a self-made small business owner, I need to carefully verify everything before doing anything.
Only by personally verifying the authenticity of the information can one completely dispel any concerns in their heart.
Otherwise, receiving false information in this chaotic world could easily cost you your life!
"Go to the Golden Bridge Apartments on Rue Pétain."
Shen Lang gave the destination, and the driver immediately started running.
Watching the old-fashioned tram slowly moving along the road, which used to be something you could only see in museums, I felt a sense of disorientation and bewilderment, as if I were in another world.
As a promising young man who received patriotic education from childhood, I felt my blood boil when I returned to that era when the country was weak and bullied, and I wanted to kill the Japanese devils and drive out the invaders.
But passion aside, only by living can one contribute to protecting one's home and country.
How to preserve the dark skin on my body is the most pressing issue right now.
Shen Lang weighed the options in his mind and was at a loss for what to do.
The system provided ten pieces of information, but none of them could lead to quick wealth.
Even if the betting site did give you the lottery results, you wouldn't have the money to place bets, would you?
Shen Lang narrowed his eyes and tried to move his mind.
Instantly, a semi-transparent notification panel appeared in the void.
Even as the rickshaw delivery vehicle moved forward, the panel in the void remained at a fixed distance.
"Just as I guessed, the panel can be summoned at will with a thought."
Shen Lang rubbed his fingers against his chin, a knowing smile spreading across his face.
His gaze swept across the panel, finally settling on the last piece of information.
[10. A batch of quinine arrived at Tianxiang Wharf and has been delivered to the warehouse awaiting pickup.]
This is a piece of information that is invaluable, but it can also be said to be of no use to me right now.
Quinine is a drug primarily used to treat malaria.
Malaria was no longer taken seriously in later generations, and even if one was occasionally infected, it could be cured quickly.
However, in this era of scarce medical supplies, it is a disease that people fear!
The number of deaths caused by natural disasters ranks third, after floods and droughts.
Once infected, the mortality rate is as high as 60-70%.
According to records, there were 59 large-scale malaria outbreaks during the Republic of China period, which claimed the lives of 250 million people.
Quinine is currently the best drug for treating malaria, and its price is comparable to that of gold.
This shipment of quinine arriving at the dock was like a glittering gold, a huge fortune that could change one's destiny.
However, to purchase large quantities of quinine from overseas, one needs not only money but also connections and influence in Shanghai.
Otherwise, it would be like a common man being innocent but guilty of possessing a treasure, which would attract the covetous eyes of hungry wolves.
Such a powerful background is not something a lowly constable like him can afford to offend.
Even if they did manage to steal quinine, they might get ripped off when it comes to trading it for cash.
If the news leaks out, then they will be doomed.
Even if quinine is good, you need to be alive to enjoy it, right?
So what appears to be information about a huge fortune is actually no different from a death warrant.
After carefully analyzing the information provided by the system, the rickshaw turned a corner and stopped.
A prominent sign stands by the roadside: Rue Pétain.
Shen Lang stepped off the rickshaw, straightened his clothes, and said arrogantly with his head held high, "Put it on my tab! Don't worry, Constable Shen never reneges on his debts."
The rickshaw driver watched the policeman's retreating figure and spat angrily, "He even takes advantage of the dancers' overnight fees and still has the nerve to say he won't renege on his debts? He's a real piece of work, ptooey!"
The driver spat dismissively and could only accept his bad luck as he left.
At this moment, a crowd had gathered outside the large iron gate of Jinqiao Apartment, looking up curiously at the spectacle.
"Smoke is coming out of the third-floor window. What kind of dish are they cooking?"
Have you ever seen stir-fried dishes emitting black smoke?
"Look, there's a flame!"
"Flames can be seen from the window, so it must be a fire."
"Call the fire department immediately!"
"Making phone calls is free?"
"The administrators have all run away, what does that have to do with us?"
"The people living here are all rich, so we don't need to worry about them."
"..."
Jinqiao Apartments is a high-end apartment complex, inhabited by wealthy and influential people.
Because of the black smoke billowing from the third floor, many residents rushed out, including many blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners.
They all gathered at a distance in the open space, their eyes wide with fear as they looked up at the windows from which black smoke was billowing.
Shen Lang stood in the middle of the road, looked up, and lightly tapped his hand in the air.
"1, 2, 3... Number 7!"
After confirming that a fire broke out in apartment 307 of Jinqiao Apartment, my heart finally settled down.
The system's intelligence was accurate and played a crucial role in establishing a foothold in the French Concession.
However, when I remembered that Bao Zhong mentioned there were children in the house, my heart started racing again.
Even an ordinary person cannot remain indifferent to a child about to be burned to death.
A real man has things he will do and things he will not do.
If they can be indifferent and ignore even the opportunity to rescue children trapped in a fire, how can they expect to rescue their suffering compatriots from their misery?
"Make way! Everyone move aside, don't block the way!"
Shen Lang, holding a police baton, stood at the back of the crowd and shouted loudly.
With his hips swaying to the side, he exuded a thuggish air about him; he was clearly not a good person!
Upon seeing this, the onlookers quickly stepped aside, making way for them.