The United States is a country of immigrants, and San Francisco is no exception, and it is also a concentration of immigrants from the Far East, including Chinese, Japanese, Koreans, and so on.

San Francisco's Chinatown was originally a specific area for Chinese to live in as stipulated by the U.S. government, and they were called "second-class citizens" along with Italian immigrants, blacks, poor whites, and sailors. The headquarters of the Zhi Gong Tang is also here, and at the gate of the Zhi Gong Tang, a blackboard is hung with the words "Today's Chinese warship donation reaches 150,000 US dollars".

The one-day fundraising activity for Japanese Americans gave the Japanese delegation an additional $10,000 in activity funds, and the Saionji Gongwang waved his hand: "Change accommodation!" The fifteen-member Japanese delegation moved out of the British Consulate and stayed at the Hilton Hotel en masse, bidding farewell to the days of being under the fence.

In the hotel, Kato Takaaki hurriedly ran to the presidential suite where Saionji Gongwang lived, and after knocking on the door, it took several minutes for Saionji Gongwang to come and open the door, he looked ruddy and disheveled.

"What's the matter?" Xiyuan Temple Gongwang asked with a calm face, and a ******** Yanma came out of the bedroom behind him.

"Hey, my subordinates heard that the San Francisco Chinese organization Zhi Gongtang is also organizing fundraising, and the famous hall is 'Battleship Donation', which says that it is to raise funds for the construction of warships for China, and now it has reached 150,000 US dollars!" Kato Takaaki didn't dare to look up, but he was amazed in his heart, his prime minister is not able to endure loneliness, the conditions have just improved, just like trying the American Yanma, regardless of the old body, he is really energetic and a model for the people!

"Nani? That's more than we can do! Are the people of China going to compete with us? Immediately expand the scope of fundraising and publicity, increase publicity, and must not let the donations of the people of China exceed ours! This is a great opportunity to embody the unity of our Yamato nation and show the image of the Empire of Japan! ”

"Hey!" Takaaki Kato turned and left.

In the concentration of Japanese people, one person stood on a high place with a loudspeaker in his hand, and shouted hoarsely at the hundreds of Japanese people below: "When the Japanese Empire entered the life and death of the Japanese Empire, Kyushu Island was invaded by China, and hundreds of thousands of troops were besieged by the Russian army. Negotiations are imminent, and now is the time for you to contribute to your country! A donation of $100 per person will allow our delegation to straighten up and defeat the shameless Shina and Russians! ”

The speakers dug their hearts and lungs, and there were very few people below, except for one or two who walked up to the donation box and pulled out a few dollars and threw them in. The rest cowered, as if there were signs of leaving.

"Yaga! Why don't you donate? You are ashamed of the identity of the Yamato nation, have you forgotten the inheritance of our samurai? His Majesty the Emperor is watching you in the Imperial Palace, Amaterasu is watching you, and His Excellency Prime Minister Saionji Kobo has said that whoever does not donate money will no longer be recognized by Japan as a descendant of the Yamato nation! The donors will be remembered by His Majesty the Emperor, will be recorded in the Imperial Cup of Honor, and will be admired by future generations! ”

A threat to Galilu. Eventually, more crumpled bills began to appear in the donation box. Such donation campaigns are mainly concentrated on the West Coast, San Francisco, Los Angeles and other large cities. In the evening, Takaaki Kato brought several large boxes of dollars to the Saionji Gongwang to report the victory.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, today's donation has reached 100,000 US dollars, and the people of the Yamato nation are donating enthusiastically, and this is all the donations, all of which are packed in these big boxes!" Takaaki Kato looked excited. That's a hundred thousand dollars, and so on for a few days. Maybe you can scrape together enough money for a battleship!

"To the west, Kato-kun did a good job!" Xiyuan Temple Gongwang was enjoying the horses and chickens of the big Yanmar, and looked at the cash in front of him with a smile. It's really timely, so that if you go on, you will have public relations funds, and you can continue to enjoy yourself. This America is really a gold hole, and the $10,000 on the first day has already been spent by him. Presidential suites, beauty fees, high-end food and wine, high-end cars. I wish I could enjoy it in Tokyo!

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, the latest information on Chinatown!" A subordinate ran in and shouted.

"What's the situation?"

"A notice was posted in the Zhigong Hall today, and the number of donations from Chinese reached $450,000 in two days! It also lists the donations of Huang Sande, the former boss of Zhigongtang, and the personal donations of the current boss Situ Meitang. The two add up to a million dollars! ”

The big yanma just touched the lower body of Gongwang of Xiyuan Temple, and the situation that has not risen for decades has a tendency to continue to develop, but he didn't expect the report of his subordinates to scare him back. He himself also woke up from the gentle township, Soga, the number of Chinese in the United States is already more than the Japanese, and they have the strict organization of the Zhigong Court, and they can't fight for donations, and they have to take action, and the public relations action will be launched immediately!

In the United States, most of the Japanese Americans came from the Osaka area, and most of them were small traders and hawkers, and even during World War II, they were not affected by militarism and regarded the spirit of bushido as nothing, not to mention that when militaristic education was not at its peak, it was already the maximum amount that could be donated 100,000 US dollars.

The whites of San Francisco noticed the farce of the Orientals belonging to two countries, and in their seriousness it was a circus show, with a monkey-like race stirring up in their own land! There are many white people who resent Orientals, but the powerful power of the court makes it difficult to act rashly, the San Francisco city government also makes strict rules on racial discrimination, and California has enacted the most stringent laws in the entire United States.

In the eastern population, there is also a group of people who keep an eye on the donations of the Japanese, who gnash their teeth at the Japanese who are running back and forth, eager to go up and tear them apart.

"Big brother, the location of the Japanese Prime Minister's residence has been investigated, and they send donations to the Hilton Hotel every day, and it is estimated that the old dog of Xiyuan Temple Gongwang is there!" Under the top hat are a few Oriental faces, but they sound different from Chinese and Japanese. They were members of the Korean Restoration Organization, led by a man named Yoo Jae-shi, with a black-rimmed spectacle on his quiet face and a long scar on his left cheek that made him look a little more sturdy. The two people around him, the shorter one named Hedong Xun, was the one who reported loudly, and the other looked very strong named Jin Zhongyu, with one hand in his arms and his fine eyes staring around.

"Let's go back!" Liu Zaishi said, and several people quietly turned around and left this gathering place of Japanese descent. Unbeknownst to them, two equally low-key Orientals followed.

301, the third floor of an inconspicuous apartment in San Francisco, the curtains in the house were closed, and a few revolvers, several grenades, two packs of explosives, bullets, **** and other items were placed on the table under the lights.

"You know, is the meal ready? Big brother, they're back, ready to eat! Chi Ting, who was wearing glasses and fiddling with explosives, said to Song Xiaoxiao in the kitchen.

"Big brother, how's the situation?" The tall Li Guangzhu asked.

"Clean up the table first, and then we'll talk about it after dinner." Liu Zaishi commanded.

After a busy while, everyone had dinner and cleaned up the table, Liu Zaishi took out a few pieces of paper and looked at the people gathered together. This is a group of killers sent to San Francisco by the Korean Restoration Organization, called "Buran", whose goal is to assassinate the current Japanese Prime Minister Saionji Konozo. The members are: team leader - Liu Zaishi, deputy team leader and explosives expert - Chi Tingzhen, demoman - Jiang Xijian, intelligence officer - Hedong Xun, operators - Li Guangzhu, Kim Jong-yu, liaison officer - Song Zhizhi. (Don't throw the bricks)

"The negotiation venue is at the San Francisco Hilton Hotel, and Xiyuan Temple Gongwang also lives there, and he has not stepped out of the hotel for two days, and the fundraisers are all small fish and shrimp, which is not worth doing." Liu Zaishi said with a serious expression.

"If the little devil doesn't come out, he can only sneak into the Hilton Hotel after putting on makeup and carry out assassination inside!" Chi Stinger said.

"The deputy team leader has to think about it carefully, it's hard to get out of the whole body after going in and assassinating. There are police patrols on the streets around the hotel, armed guards at every entrance of the hotel, and security inside. The San Francisco Consortium's security companies are not much worse than the regular army, with advanced guns and accurate marksmanship, and they are all well-known in the United States. I heard that a gang of bandits tried to rob a bank affiliated with the San Francisco consortium before, but they were repelled by the bank's security! Hedong Xun is relatively well-informed, and directly refutes the deputy team leader, of course, it can also be seen that the deputy team leader has a general prestige.

"No matter where the assassination is, the danger is very high, Xionji Gongwang is always accompanied by an Iga Shinobi, and the delegation also has five armed guards, so even if the assassination is carried out elsewhere, we are also nine deaths, this task requires everyone to have the consciousness of death!" Liu Zaishi said in a low voice, everyone was awe-inspiring, and they all responded with "Arrest-!" (Yes, the end of the reading is a little tactful) (To be continued.) )