Chapter 173: Those who should come and those who shouldn't have come
Qi Weimin completed all the condolence procedures and went to the side hall to rest. He saw a man in a kimono sitting alone on the sofa in the corner and reading "Blood and Ink". He felt that the man's profile was familiar, so he walked over.
He knelt down and checked for a while, then shouted in surprise: "Teacher Otani!"
As if frightened, Otani Shengji turned to look at Qi Weimin in surprise.
"you are?"
"I am Qi Weimin, your student, and I took your course, "International Politics" at Imperial University. Do you remember it?"
"Oh, Qisan, I have the impression that you led a research group called 'The Trend of the Post-War German Empire.' However, our views don't seem to be consistent. Haha." Otani Seiji said thoughtfully.
"Yes, you have a very good memory, Teacher Otani."
"Oh, thank you. I'm getting old."
"Where, where, the teacher is still young. What are you?"
"Oh, Zhubi Li and I were classmates studying in the United States. We were shocked to hear that our old friend passed away, so we came here to express our condolences."
"Teacher is really thoughtful. Have you been in Shanghai?"
"No, no, I travel all over China. Although I am employed by Tongwen University, I am also a visiting professor at three other universities, so I only spend a quarter of my time in Shanghai. The courses in those schools are also very full.
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"Teacher, thank you for your hard work. Are your wife and Mr. Ling okay?"
"Thank you Qi Sang for your concern. Quanzi is also in Tongbun College and is in his third year of college. Zhuo Jing has been in Osaka, but some time ago he told me that he might come over to see his son. He wanted to live here for a while and accompany Quanzi until he graduates from college.
, hope to attend his graduation ceremony."
"That's great. Congratulations to your young master and your teacher's family reunion. If my wife is planning a trip to Shanghai, I hope to know the news earlier when I arrive in Shanghai so that I can go to your house to visit my wife. The student currently opens a Hengda Trading Company in Shanghai.
, do some small business in foreign cloth, this is the student’s business card, please call this number if you need anything.”
Otani Shengji took the business card and glanced at it, "Oh, I didn't expect Qi Sang to be in business now. I wish you good fortune and prosperous business."
"To borrow my teacher's auspicious words. The world is difficult and professionalism is difficult. I cannot apply what I have learned and have failed the teacher's teachings. I am really ashamed."
"The number one scholar is the best. Looking at the current situation, the current situation is unclear and there are few people who can apply what they have learned. I remember that Qi Sang studied finance and currently has a business in hand, so he is the right one." Otani Shengji's tone was a little lonely.
Qi Weimin didn't know what to say for a moment, but Liu Qinghuai appeared.
"Excuse me, Professor Otani?" Liu Qiuhuai asked humbly.
"Your Excellency is..."
Otani Shengji looked at Liu Qinghuai and asked doubtfully.
Qi Weimin just took the opportunity to leave, "Teacher Otani, there is an acquaintance among the students. Go and agree. I will listen to your teachings when I have time."
When Liu Qinghuai saw Qi Weimin leaving, he said to Ogu Sheng, "I am Liu Qinghuai. I have admired your name for a long time. I came here to ask you to give me a calligraphy treasure and sign my name for you."
As he spoke, he took out a book from his arms.
Otani Seiji took it and took a look, but it was an early monograph of his: "The Rise of the German Empire after the War". It was co-authored by Lu Pengzhi, and Li Zhongtian also contributed to it. The two authors are still in the postscript.
Thank you Li Zhongtian.
Otani Moriji made a slight sign and said, "This book was co-authored by me and others. If I signed it, I might be suspected of taking over my authority."
"Don't worry, sir, the other author has already signed his name."
Otani Seiji glanced at Liu Qinghuai attentively, glanced left and right, opened the cover, quickly glanced at a piece of paper with a password, and then stuffed the note into his pocket with the motion of taking out a pen.
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He quickly signed the title page and handed the book back to Liu Qinghuai, "Sir, if you can see your collaborator again, please send your regards. If you are lucky, we can have tea together and reminisce about the past."
"Thank you, sir, I will tell you." Liu Qinghuai nodded, turned and left.
Liu Qinghuai hurried out and was about to step down the steps.
Ouyang Hui was walking up the steps, holding Otani Hidemi on her arm.
"Third Young Master?" Ouyang Hui greeted in surprise.
"Miss Ouyang." Liu Qinghuai was also stunned and greeted casually.
"Leaving so soon?" Ouyang Hui asked.
"Sorry, I have something urgent and I need to leave first." Liu Qinghuai said, his eyes drifting to Otani Hidemi next to him, as if to judge their relationship.
"Oh, Otani Hidemi, I have never seen him before. Let's put up the flag together to support Mu Tian." Ouyang Hui's other hand pulled Otani Hidemi and said to Liu Qinghuai.
"Yes, yes. Nice to see you." Liu Qinghuai immediately said with a smile on his face and stretched out his hand.
"Nice to meet you too, Third Young Master." Otani Hidemi bowed and was about to shake hands with Liu Qiuhuai.
Lao Zhang, the handyman, squeezed over from the side and said to Hidemi Otani: "Are you Mr. Hidemi Otani? There is someone waiting for you on the second floor. I asked you to go find him when you arrive."
Otani Hidemi was stunned and glanced at Liu Qinghuai.
"Go ahead and get busy. Let's talk some other time. Miss Ouyang, I'm going to leave now and see you another day." Liu Qinghuai raised his hand and walked down the steps.
Lao Zhang urged: "Follow me, Mr. Otani."
Hidemi Otani glanced at Ouyang Hui inquiringly.
Ouyang Hui nodded.
"Then, clear it up." Hidemi Otani let go of Ouyang Hui, followed Lao Zhang through the door, and walked directly up the stairs to the second floor.
Everyone in the newspaper office was busy working on Li Zhongtian's funeral. There was no one on the second floor at this time, and the office doors on both sides of the long corridor were closed. The corridor seemed extremely dark, with only the door leading to the platform at the top open.
A small crack revealed a dazzling light. The door of the adjacent bathroom was also closed.
Hidemi Otani followed Lao Zhang to the corridor on the second floor.
Lao Zhang pointed to the empty corridor and said: "The door at the top."
Otani Hidemi looked towards the door and looked at Lao Zhang with some doubts.
"Go quickly, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Lao Zhi waved his hand towards the door at the top, turned around and walked down the stairs.
Otani Hidemi looked at the back of Lao Zhang who was still walking down the stairs relatively steadily, then turned and walked towards the top.
The only sound of his own footsteps could be heard in the long and dark corridor, and Otani Hidemi couldn't help but feel guilty.
"Hi, who are you looking for, sir?"
"Hideishi?" Otani Seiji in the bathroom stall hurriedly threw the piece of paper with the password into the toilet, and then pressed the flush button. "How is it possible? Why is he here?" He quietly approached the stall.
At the door, he unlocked the compartment door, opened a gap, and peered outside.
The urinal was empty, and there was no sound in the room.
"Who is it? Who do you want to see..."
"when."
Then there was the sound of the iron door closing, followed by the sound of fists hitting people and Otani Hidemi's groan.
"Show Stone!"
Otani Seiji pushed open the cubicle door and rushed out of the bathroom.
He quickly looked around. The iron door above him was closed, and the sound came from behind the door.
"Bang, bang, bang."
One after another, the sound of fists hitting the human body came, mixed with Otani Hidemi's hum.
The wooden clogs hit the terrazzo floor, making a "thumping" noise.
Otani Seiji pushed open the iron door with his shoulder, and a human body with a white cloth bag on its head fell to the ground with a groan.
Otani Shengji hurriedly squatted down and pulled off the white cloth bag on the man's head.
Hidemi Otani, who had a bruised nose and face, opened his purple eyes and stared blankly at Seiji Otani, who was still looking around, and suddenly grabbed his shoulders and yelled.
"dad!"
[Author's digression]: The new book is being prepared and the update may not be normal. Readers, please forgive me.