20demayo Chapter 34 Hiding Money, the Japanese?
Chapter 34 Hiding Money, the Japanese?
"Where should I hide the money?"
Shen Lang sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the ten-square-meter dormitory room.
I just made a windfall and need to find a place to hide it so it won't be stolen.
Originally, it was considered that Shanghai's tranquility would be broken in a few months, at which time the legal tender would depreciate rapidly.
Although it hasn't reached the point where a grain of rice costs 100 yuan or an inch of cloth costs 100,000 yuan, purchasing power will decrease.
Currency devaluation is equivalent to losing money.
Therefore, the best way is to exchange them for hard currency such as silver dollars or small yellow croakers to preserve their value.
However, after weighing the options, Shen Lang was not in a hurry to exchange for it.
There are still a few months before the full-scale war begins, and there will definitely be opportunities to make money through investment during this period.
These 40,000 yuan in legal tender will be used as capital investment, and any future profits will be converted into silver dollars and small yellow croakers.
Then open a safe deposit box at Citibank to store the money, so that you can just take the box and leave when you need to abscond in the future.
Chinese people believe that buying a house means having a home. In Shanghai today, you can buy a decent house for 3 yuan.
With the outbreak of a full-scale war, more people will flee into the concessions, leading to a housing shortage.
That's why a house ended up with 72 tenants crammed into it.
If you owned a building and collected rent, life would definitely be very comfortable.
But with money tied up in the house, if the Japanese were to hunt them down one day, there would be no way to escape with the house.
Therefore, switching to gold or silver is the safest option.
However, when housing becomes scarce, it will be difficult to find a place to rent.
So Shen Lang has made up his mind that now that he has money, he wants to rent a nice attic room.
His money came from legitimate sources, he had the protection of a corrupt police officer, and he knew the powerful underworld figure, Master Bai, so he wasn't afraid of others knowing he was rich.
The reason for renting a small room instead of a better-equipped upscale apartment is for safety reasons.
The pavilion room is located in the alley, with a commanding view and easy access in all directions, making it easy to observe the situation or escape in case of an emergency.
Moreover, they didn't just rent one place; they also rented two more safe houses as a precaution.
Now that I have money, with the system's assistance, I'm sure I can earn even more.
Spending just a few dozen yuan a month on rent is no problem at all, it's a piece of cake!
The current plans are all based on safety, after all, the most painful thing in the world is to still have the money but lose the person!
If you want to live longer, it's always good to think things through.
"Let's hide it here for now!"
Shen Lang's gaze swept around the room, finally settling on the only cabinet against the wall.
Hold the cabinet tightly with both hands and move it as gently as possible.
He took out a dagger for self-defense and forcefully pried open the wooden planks on the ground.
Then they put in the banknotes, which were wrapped in kraft paper and shaped like bricks.
Leaving it for a few days in a short period of time should not be a problem.
After all, I made a point of going to claim my prize last night after most of the people had left, and I also made sure there were no acquaintances in the lobby.
So there shouldn't be any major problems in the short term.
If something like this can still be stolen, then you can only accept your bad luck.
After all this was done and the inspection revealed no traces, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
I leaned lazily against the headboard, leisurely puffing on my cigarette, my mind replaying the events of the day.
Now that she's dealing with intelligence and has become involved with Gu Yichen, an elite member of the Special Service, she's bound to get more and more entangled in the future.
You need to pay more attention to your own safety.
Reflecting on oneself three times a day can help one promptly notice potentially overlooked mistakes and serve as a reminder.
Otherwise, once you lose your composure, you're not far from losing your life.
Just as I was thinking, a mechanical prompt suddenly came from my head.
【Ding! 】
[Today's intelligence has been updated. Read it now?]
"They're here!" Shen Lang's eyes lit up, and he sat cross-legged upright.
He was still lying in bed smoking and not sleeping in the middle of the night, just waiting for the system's information to refresh.
We went to great lengths during the day to gather intelligence for tonight.
"Phew!"
He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Read!"
[Today's Information.]
1. The price of japonica rice rose by 1 cent today.
[2. The short story "Camel Xiangzi" has arrived and is priced at 2 yuan.]
3. A small room at No. 68 Tongfuli is available for rent at a monthly rent of 15 yuan.
[4. Three suicide attempts occurred near Yiyuan last night at 3 PM.]
[5. Huayang Textile Factory's stock price fell by 0.2 yuan.]
6. British-made "Galerick" cigarettes, 50 cigarettes in a tin can, priced at 1 silver dollar.
7. Zhang Xiu, a female worker at a textile factory, was kidnapped on Maiyang Road on her way home after her night shift.
[8. Inukai Taro died, and his personal belongings in the work cabinet at "Huifa Trading Company" were cleared out.]
9. Today's gas price is 48 cents per gallon.
[10. The Buick sedan parked at the Mailan police station was resold for 500 yuan.]
A semi-transparent panel floated in mid-air, displaying all ten pieces of intelligence.
Shen Lang carefully read the intelligence, searching for information that was valuable to him.
If there were also a piece of information that could make you rich, that would be even better.
The rise in the price of japonica rice is crucial for ordinary people at the bottom of society, as it concerns whether their hard-earned wages each month can feed their families.
But for a nouveau riche with 44000 yuan in his pocket, even glancing at it would be a delay in making money.
When I saw that there were small rooms for rent in Tongfuli, my eyes lit up.
Actually, there has been relevant rental information in the news reports over the past few days.
However, Shen Lang had high standards and looked down on those small rooms that cost only eight or nine yuan a month.
He's not homeless; he's just looking for a change of scenery, so naturally he's looking for a more comfortable place.
The saying goes, "you get what you pay for," and low rent often means a poor environment.
For example, on Rue Pétain, where the wealthy live, a fully equipped apartment with a telephone costs 200 yuan per month.
Although Mr. Shen is not short of money now, he still feels the pinch of spending 200 yuan a month to rent an apartment as a backup safe house.
An apartment with a monthly rent of 15 yuan should have a decent environment.
According to his understanding, some small rooms with monthly rents as high as 20 yuan are no worse than side rooms.
"We can go check it out tomorrow!"
Shen Lang rubbed his fingers against his chin, somewhat tempted by the 15-yuan pavilion room.
In addition, cash needs to be stored in a safer place, so renting a house and moving should be put on the agenda.
"A female worker was kidnapped? What kind of person would be so foolish as to kidnap a penniless female worker?"
The wages at the yarn factory were only 9 yuan a month, and the unscrupulous boss would deduct and exploit them for various reasons.
After a month of hard work, it's barely enough to survive.
Can you afford to pay a ransom of ten yuan for kidnapping a female textile factory worker?
Shen Lang glanced at it and skipped over it; in the foreign concessions where human life was cheap, no one would care about such things.
No one cared about the life or death of a female worker.
Moreover, Maiyang Road is not in his jurisdiction; it is the responsibility of the detective in charge.
Shen Lang's gaze shifted downwards, his eyes suddenly lighting up: "Inukai Taro, a Japanese!"