"Ah Hui, open the door. You can't do this. If you don't eat, your body will collapse. If Xiushi comes back, he will be sad to see you like this." Ji Ruoxi held a bowl of Yangchun noodles in her hand and knocked on Ouyang
Hui's door, shouted.
There was no movement in the room.
Ji Ruoxi looked helplessly at Aunt Wan next to her.
With a sad face, Aunt Wan sobbed softly and hid her face and left.
Yingzi watched Aunt Wan go downstairs, took the noodles from Ji Ruoxi's hand, and said, "Get out of the way." After saying that, she kicked the door open and stepped in. Mu Tian, Hu Ti, and Ji Ruoxi followed.
Yingzi put the noodles on the table and pulled Ouyang Hui up from the bed. He sat down at the table and said, "Eat!"
Ouyang Hui, whose face was full of tears, looked up at Yingzi, pleading with her.
Yingzi couldn't bear to look away.
Everyone looked at each other.
Aunt Wan led Pique up.
Seeing that everyone was there, Pique looked around and handed a letter to Ouyang Hui. He told Mutian that it was the house dragon that had been handed over to the Third Young Master, and the Third Young Master asked him to bring it over and give it to Ouyang.
Ouyang Hui took the letter with bright eyes and opened it immediately.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Ouyang Hui's face as she read the letter.
The expression on Ouyang Hui's face changed drastically.
Everyone's emotions also fluctuated with Ouyang Hui's expression.
Ouyang Hui suddenly stood up, threw the letter into the air with great force, raised her head and laughed, "He is Chinese! Haha, Chinese!" Howling wildly, he pushed aside everyone and rushed out of the room.
Everyone was stunned, and Ji Ruoxi hurriedly followed out.
Yingzi took the letter in his hand and browsed it quickly. His face was confused for a moment.
Mu Tian grabbed the letter and handed it over.
Holy shit, it turned out to be Chiho Ozawa's suicide note. She wrote it to Hidemi Otani after she knew she had cancer and didn't plan to treat it. The letter said that Hidemi Otani was actually Lin Xiao's son!
Mu Tian's heart was like thunder. He put the letter back into the envelope, threw it on the table, and walked out sadly.
Hu Ti picked up the envelope curiously and took out the letter.
Piqué patted Hu Ti on the shoulder and chased after Mu Tian.
He and Mu Tian came to the rooftop.
Ouyang Hui was clinging to Ji Ruoxi's shoulder, trembling and whimpering.
Peake whispered to Muten what Inger had witnessed on the Yamato Maru, that Hidemi Otani committed suicide by jumping into the sea, as relayed by Fusatsuryu.
Mu Tian seemed to know, and was not surprised. He just looked up and sighed, "Forget it, don't tell anyone else. Let her think that the person she loves is still alive, just in another place. Maybe it's better this way."
Pique shrugged again and spread his hands.
"Let me tell you about tomorrow's actions." Mu Tian called Pi Ke. He saw everyone on the platform, "Let's go inside and talk." After saying this, he greeted Yingzi and walked towards the pavilion.
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"Ahead. Turn left in front and you'll find Lane 16. Turn left, turn left." Yingzi sat in the passenger seat and pointed to the left front with her hand.
Pete responded and turned the steering wheel to the left.
The car entered the alley.
Unexpectedly, a car sped from the opposite direction and hit the rear of Peter's car that had not yet completely turned.
There was a "bang" sound, and the Chevrolet parked sideways in the middle of the alley. Another car, a Buick, also stopped next to it, blocking the alley.
Peter slapped the steering wheel angrily, opened the door and got out of the car.
He first checked the rear of the car where he was hit.
The sides of the rear door were dented, and the fenders were crooked and pressed against the tires.
Cars are half of Pete's life.
Seeing that the car was so damaged, he stamped his feet and ran towards the Buick parked next to him.
I looked around and saw, hey, foreigner!
He was startled and was about to step back.
The car door banged open, knocking Pete to the ground.
Cookwood stepped out of the car, grabbed the back of Pete's neck, pulled him up, and pointed his nose with one finger, "Can you drive? Do you know how to make a big left turn?"
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"It was obviously you who hit me, but you know how to drive? You, you still blame me?" Pete stared at Cookwood and said unreasonably.
Originally, this was the morning rush hour, and many passers-by saw that the road was blocked, so they gathered to watch. Now that the situation was about to escalate, there were even more people watching. They surrounded the car, Pete and Cookwood, pointing and talking.
One after another, many people rushed towards the accident scene.
A traffic jam is about to form.
Yingzi pushed through the crowd and squeezed over. She grabbed Cookwood's hand and said to Cookwood with an expression of embarrassment: "Sir, please let go first. You were driving too fast and hit our car.
Fighting? Are you still being reasonable?"
When Cookwood saw that it was a woman, he let go of Pete's hand, but still pointed at him and said, "It's the problem with his turning. He doesn't even know how to turn left or make a big curve, so how can he drive a car."
Seeing Cookwood let go of him, Peter seemed to gain some courage, "You are obviously driving too fast. Don't you know how to slow down when crossing an intersection?"
"I saw it. It was the foreigner who was driving too fast."
"However, what he said makes sense. If he had made a bigger turn, he wouldn't have hit her."
"What are you talking about? It's obvious that this foreigner is driving too fast. This is an alley. Why are you driving so fast? Turning a big bend. How far can you turn to make a big bend?"
"I see, foreigners are becoming more and more disrespectful in Shanghai now. They want to hit someone after bumping into them. Isn't this being overbearing and unreasonable?"
"Not just in Shanghai, the whole of China is different. When foreigners walk on the street, who doesn't act arrogant and domineering? This is a typical example of a weak country and a lowly people."
"Hey, you are on the right track. If we talk about the matter, both of us are responsible. He made a tighter turn, and he drove faster."
"Why is this the top line? What I said is the truth. If we don't drive away the gringos, we Chinese will not have a good life."
"What you said makes sense. However, you are still standing on the ground in the French Concession and talking. There are also foreigners outside the concession. You rush over. It won't hurt your back to stand and talk."
"Who do you think can stand and talk without back pain?"
"I'm talking about you, what's the matter? If you don't agree, go to Little Tokyo and fuck some Japanese guys to show everyone?"
"You think I don't dare? It was the foreigner's fault that the car hit me. We are Chinese and we cannot let him bully us Chinese!"
"This brother is right. It is not our business to drive away the foreigners, but now we are seeing this foreigner hitting our Chinese car and beating our brothers. How can this be done? Isn't this a brother?
Sisters, we can’t watch our Chinese being bullied and beaten by foreigners!”
These words suddenly became very inflammatory, and some of the onlookers actually responded and shouted slogans of "hit the foreigners". It became more and more intense. The content also began to expand, for example, someone added a sentence: "Put the foreigners down."
"Kick the gringos out," the crowd also shouted.
For a time, there was a chorus of slogans.
Faced with the sudden craze, Peter and Cookwood, who were in the center, became overwhelmed and wandered around in the crowd.
It wasn't until the policemen arrived to intervene that people slowly dispersed.
The traffic police from the watchtower at the intersection of Hankou Road and Sichuan Road also came, detained the two people's cars, and asked someone from a repair shop they were familiar with to drive them away. They determined that the responsibilities were equal and everyone should bear their own losses. The traffic policeman in charge was a Frenchman.
People, he has always disliked Americans, thinking that they are vulgar, rude, uncultured, and all of them are nouveau riche.
Peter refused to accept it, and a Chinese traffic policeman said to him, "Come on, don't you know what the world is like? It's good for a good man not to suffer the consequences. If you are sentenced to accompany someone else's car, you have to do it too."
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Peter thought the same thing, and like a deflated rubber ball, he called Yingzi back to his car.
Opening the car door, Pete was shocked, "Where's my money?!"
The leather bag containing a check of two hundred thousand that he had been leaning on was missing when he placed it on the driver's seat.