"At that time, I also wanted to reduce the amount of bullshit in his family." Liu Limao rolled his eyes: "Since it's difficult to deal with, I'll find a way to get him to move out of this place. We can't be evil and ask him to do things for him.
Bar."
"Then you call him and ask him to come to your home to have a talk. If he agrees to change it to another place, Mu Jingrong will take the ground there to Lin's house in the next two days."
"What do you mean? Has this boundary been negotiated?"
"Yes, it's time to choose the best plan." Zhang Dong ate a bowl of noodles, took the bowl to the kitchen, and then walked out: "I'm going to find workers to repair the cemetery now. You have to do this, otherwise Fujiwara will wait for a while."
I’m coming to you again with gifts to apologize to.”
However, Fujiwara's prediction today was indeed wrong by Zhang Dong.
After saying goodbye to Asano, he immediately went to the Iwai Mansion to find Mr. Iwai.
Eiichi Iwai sat in his office and was worried about a pair of official documents. Since he found a talent like Liu Limao, his daily work content has only focused on the key points.
Nowadays, Liu Limao is staying at home, and the people under him come to him to sign and seal some trivial matters, which is really annoying to death.
No, here comes a trash can that vents its anger.
"Aren't you asking Liu Limao to come back? Why didn't you see him? Are you back?"
A strangely nutritious sentence blocked what Fujiwara wanted to say.
"Sir, what kind of temper are you losing? Could it be that the entire Iwai Mansion would have been turned around without Rurimo's help?"
"Really, since you think you are capable, then help pick out useful things for me to review, and the rest will be done for whoever should do it according to the process."
Now Yufujiwara was depressed. He came here originally to talk to Mr. Iwai about Liu Limao, but now it turned into work.
He had no choice but to sort it out one file at a time in a stupid way.
By the time I finished sorting it out, the sky outside had darkened.
And Mr. Iwai has already gone out for a walk, so there is no need to talk now.
When Mr. Iwai returned, Fujiwara organized the piles of documents in his office, placing a note on each pile to let those who read the documents know their priorities.
"Why haven't you finished dividing them until now?" Mr. Iwai was a little dissatisfied with his work efficiency: "I bought some snacks. You are hungry, eat some."
"Thank you, sir." Mr. Fujiwara licked his lips, took a sip of water, took the snack, and started eating.
"I heard that Asano kidnapped Mrs. Liu's girl yesterday. What do you want to do?"
"If it hadn't been for this incident, I probably wouldn't have suspected Mr. Liu and his wife." Fujiwara stood up and replied seriously: "Her wife's shooting level is very accurate, she should have received professional training. And Liu Limao did it at the Iwai Mansion.
Things, coupled with a lady who is very good at shooting, this may not be a good thing."
Iwai raised his eyelids and asked: "Is this the reason why you came to me today?"
"Isn't this worthy of suspicion?" Fujiwara looked in disbelief. Mr. Iwai was specialized in intelligence work and usually would not let go of any clues. Why?
"Liu Limao and I used to be pen pals, and we talked about his wife's love for shooting in our letters, so do you think it was a deliberate arrangement?" He glared: "When they lived in France, shooting became a hobby.
Entertainment and recreation.”
"Huh? Is it such a coincidence?" Fujiwara thought to himself: This person's mind is really unfathomable. Did he expect such a thing?
"But, the women in Shencheng are not like her. They like shooting and are good at medicine. There is always something strange about it." He continued to ask: "Despite the guidance of new trends of thought, most women like to be outside.
Chuang. But no woman can do it like her..."
"Every time before I introduce new talents to the Iwai Mansion, I check their family backgrounds. There is nothing wrong with the Mu family." Iwai glared: "I know some of you are dissatisfied with my reuse of this person, but you have to
Take a closer look at other people’s business capabilities before you speak.”
"I know, I will continue to go to the Mu family tomorrow to apologize and bring gifts." Fujiwara bowed: "He does have some outstanding qualities, but I think more about the intelligence security of the mansion. After all, in these
Among people, he is the most likely to leak information."
"I will take what you said to heart and go and rest."
After Fujiwara left, Mr. Iwai couldn't help but shook his head: "It seems that the current position in the Qinggo Corps also makes them extremely jealous."
I'll check to see if there are any job adjustments in the future, and come directly to me to do the work.
Mr. Iwai planned this, but Liu Limao didn't know about his arrangement.
In the morning, Liu Limao sat on the sofa and read the newspaper as usual.
Mu Fu pressed his temples and walked down from the second floor feeling hungry.
"Didn't the matter be settled yesterday?"
"How could I compromise so quickly when I was thinking about the shop over there?" Liu Limao closed the newspaper and said with a smile, "I didn't even go home for dinner last night. Could it be that something happened to the Lin family?"
"No, it's just that I promised to go take a look before. Didn't I just take some time yesterday?" Mu Fu smiled and sat on the sofa next to him: "I watch the news every day, is there anything I can gossip about?
"
"That's a lot. For example, the newly appointed Economic Secretary issued several orders to reform the economy, and secretly he really likes people who shop in three-bedroom apartments."
"That's all." Mu Fu shook his head: "I'm a little angry when I mention the Secretary of Economic Affairs. Yesterday he sent someone to the school to ask me to treat his illness in his outer room, but I sent him back.
"
"Madam is domineering, and you can't just ask her to see you for anything."
"He was ashamed to talk about his condition, and there was currently no guarantee that the treatment would satisfy him, so I simply didn't bother to go."
"Madam, you are right. If you don't make friends with those people, you will avoid a lot of things." Liu Limao patted her arm and took a fancy to the piece of silk in her hand.
He remembered that the only gift he had given to him had been disturbed by his wife, so he thought about getting another piece: "The only gift you gave me was ruined by you. Do you want to give me another piece?"
"If you don't mention this, I will forget about it. Let the person in your mind give you a piece." Mu Fu suddenly got angry, pinched him, and went directly upstairs.
The man in the living room looked puzzled: "Huh?"
After Zhang Dong washed up, he walked out of the room, looking like he was hesitant to speak.
"What's wrong with Fu'er? Wasn't she acting before? How could she act for real?" Liu Limao looked at a loss.
"I still remember that you were drunk at that time, and then you talked about some things about your past life."
He quickly covered his mouth: "It's broken."
No wonder she was so angry when I mentioned that piece of silk. Even though she forgave herself later, she must still have a knot in her heart.
"What I said were all nonsense..." Liu Limao laughed sarcastically: "And when I was drunk, I became confused."
Zhang Dong looked at him with a clear understanding, presumably those things were not nonsense.
Anyway, the marriage certificate of Madam and Brother Li is about to be obtained, and they are almost organized to become a recognized couple.
Now it's too late to try to persuade them to break up.
He then added: "You two are almost a couple. There are some things you can't hide, but you can't. Although I don't know if those words are true, my wife takes them seriously. You both
As new young people who have accepted new ideas, they cannot stick to the old ideas when dealing with personal issues."
"You're right." Liu Limao's eyes dimmed: Although those things happened in his previous life, he couldn't hide them forever.
In the afternoon, Fujiwara came in again with a lot of gifts.
"Don't you have anything to do now? Or are you just picking out gifts?" Liu Limao glared: "Fortunately, my wife is not at home now. If she looked at you like this, I would probably kill you with a gun."
"Sir, you are joking. I am apologizing for what happened before. Otherwise, if you are still angry with me and don't go to work at the Iwai Mansion, some information that is beneficial to us will not be passed on, and that will be terrible."
When it comes to some information that is beneficial to the Japanese, Liu Limao and Zhang Dong must be cautious in their daily handling.
The Japanese combat command headquarters was established in Nanjing, and some plan information for adjusting strategic deployments coming from the war zone had to go through the Iwai Mansion.
After receiving the information on the combat deployment of the anti-Japanese elements, Zhang Donghui copied an exact copy and sent it to different organizations to remind both parties to change their combat plans in advance.
Therefore, the current situation on the battlefield has caused the Japanese to occasionally lose.
And they still can't figure out the reason for these failures...
"My wife is still angry. Let's wait and see when she agrees for me to go to work." Liu Limao said with a smile: "Anyway, I have been carrying out the work of the Qingxiang Regiment, so it shouldn't delay you.
So many things.”
"However, a lot of work has accumulated now. If you don't deal with it, sir, I'm afraid Mr. Iwai will wonder if you have any thoughts about him."
"Fujiwara, you are sowing discord." When Liu Limao heard this, he was still scornful, but he turned coldly and said: "Why, do you think this is my problem?"
He stood up and said: "You are here to apologize, not to demonstrate. When you are more sincere one day, you will say such threats again."
As Liu Limao spoke, he walked towards the study room and slammed the door loudly.
Neither Fujiwara Station nor Liu. Seeing Aunt Li's naive smile, he could only leave Mu Mansion angrily.
On the other side, Lin Bingsheng found Mu Jingrong's home with a look of resentment on his face.
"What happened? Why do you look like this? Could it be that a difficult patient is looking for you?" Mu Jingrong could only ignore the matter he and Liu Limao were discussing.