Ji Fenglin explained his daughter and then called Li Zhongtian. Unexpectedly, Li Zhongtian hadn't gotten up yet and answered the phone in a confused manner without saying anything about the reason.
Of course, for Ji Fenglin, even he felt that he was redundant when it came to factual matters. As a veteran newspaperman from the United States, even if Li Zhongtian fell asleep, he would never be vague about the news.
After a lot of trouble, by the time he arrived at the French General Assembly, the board meeting was already tense and turned into a quarrel.
Ji Fenglin quietly sat down in his seat and observed the formations around him.
He knew most of the people present. General Director Renoir and Japanese director Yokojiro, who monopolized the matchmaking industry; Watanabe Avenue was in the foreign cloth business; Chinese director Qiao Shikuan was his family friend and a leader in the department store industry; Qian Zongchang was
Feng Gengyao is in the chemical industry, and Han Shuzheng is in the tobacco industry. Several other French, British, American and Italian directors have also known each other at least once.
In the nineteen-person board of directors, it was impossible to tell who was speaking at this time. Chinese, British, French, and even Italian and German were spoken in a mixed manner. The strange thing was that the general director Renoir looked sleepy.
He looked as if he was turning a deaf ear.
Although Ji Fenglin is a capitalist, he is born to be a media person. He is good at observation and can make essential analyzes in an instant. Judging from the people present, this is just an appetizer to test the firepower. In addition to the two directors of the Japanese side, the
There was only Masao Kato in a straight suit and wearing glasses. The name tag indicated that he was only the cultural counselor of the consulate, while the other man in military uniform was just the chief of staff of the Japanese Military Police Headquarters.
These Japanese people must start training on themselves first.
Just as he was thinking about it, sure enough, Masao Kato spoke.
"Jisang, your Oriental Morning News has played a very bad role. We have notified the French Concession authorities to ban your newspaper's existence!"
"Mr. Kato, that's your name. Oriental Morning News has been adhering to the principle of reporting truthfully since its establishment and abiding by the laws of the concession. I wonder what bad effect it has played?"
"As far as I know, you were the first to publish the extra note. Almost all newspapers in other concessions are publishing the same content, and the text is almost exactly the same. What do you want? You want to create a unified anti-Japanese radical public opinion surge.
?"
"Mr. Kato, do you think public opinion can be manufactured?"
"Public opinion cannot be created, but it can be incited."
"Yes, the anti-Japanese sentiment in the French Concession has been raging recently, and it is related to the incitement by the media. Trader Joe's Department Store has reduced our foreign fabric purchases by a large amount, which is the result of the media's incitement to boycott Japanese goods." Watanabe Avenue said angrily next to him.
The ground helps.
"Hey, Mr. Watanabe, we are all businessmen. Common people's food and clothing expenses are a very personal matter. If you don't come to buy foreign cloth, why should I buy more of your goods? Silly, my money is on the goods.
Up?" Qiao Shikuan didn't give way to Watanabe.
"Snapped!"
Ozawa Tontaro, who was wearing military uniform, slapped the table and stood up suddenly, "Nonsense!"
As he spoke, he touched his hand to his waist and found that he didn't even have a belt and was wearing a military uniform. Only then did he remember that his gun and saber had been taken away by the military police of the International Merchant Group before entering the venue. He was already angry.
, simply became furious.
"You are all acting so foolishly here! You have bad intentions. Today we are going to extradite that Chinese gangster and hand him over to our Japanese military for trial! Renoir, give us an explanation now, immediately, immediately!"
Renoir seemed to be coming back from a distant dream, his eyes rolled around a few times, he rubbed his hands in front of his face, raised his eyelids, looked past Ozawa, and looked at the top of the wall opposite.
"My dear Mr. Ozawa, I'm afraid I can't fulfill your request."
"Don't play tricks on me, I need someone today! That Chinese guy!"
"Dear Mr. Ozawa, the French Concession is an area where a sovereign country enjoys extraterritoriality, and it exercises the power of a sovereign country. There is no relevant extradition agreement between us."
“With the power of our Imperial Japanese Army, what’s the point of an agreement?!”
"Your Excellency Ozawa, I respect your Japanese military presence very much, but our great France does not eat rice raw!"
"We can rush into the concession and arrest people by force!"
"Mr. Ozawa, if you can declare war on France on behalf of your emperor, I can fight you on this issue."
"duel?"
Ozawa was a little confused by Renoir's words. He really couldn't understand how a declaration of war between countries could be compared with a duel to resolve personal grievances.
"France, you are finished now! You are just a bunch of irrational and lustful cowards who flaunt themselves as romantic!" Ozawa shouted with disdain and disdain.
"Ozawa, if you dare to insult the great French spirit on French soil again, I can still arrest you and put you in a French prison with the Chinese who beat the shit out of your prodigal, and then send you back
The French mainland is under trial by the Vichy government. What you need to know is that the spirit of France is not a weakling, it is great and immortal!"
Ozawa was actually shocked by Renoir's talk, which was not very high-pitched, and his face turned the color of pig liver for a moment.
A burst of noise came from the window.
Everyone stood up and looked out the window.
A dark group of people in the courtyard of the General Association were excitedly waving various flags and shouting: "Free our people!" "Long live the Chinese heroes!" "Severely punish the real murderers who disrupt the security of the concession!" "Beware of the conspiracy to swallow up the concession!"
The entire courtyard was filled with banners from major universities, as well as middle schools. Among them, the banner from Shenjiang Tongren Academy was the largest.
On a stage made up of several large cargo boxes under this banner, Ouyang Hui, Otani Hidemi and Ma Dejiang acted like a live drama, performing the scene of Mu Tian beating up the Japanese ronin, vividly and vividly. Otani Hidemi played the opposite role.
When the Japanese ronin played by Mu Tian and Ma Dejiang vomited blood and fell to the ground, everyone watching laughed. Then there were waves of slogans.
The directors in the conference room burst into laughter through the glass. Even Kato Masao couldn't help but laugh. But he immediately felt that his position was wrong, so he immediately restrained himself and showed a kind of anger again.
Ozawa Tontaro was so angry that he waved his hands randomly in the air and shouted, "Death, death!"
He rushed out of the conference room desperately, almost jumping down the stairs.
He ran rampant among the demonstrators and soon came to the banner of Shenjiang Tongwen Academy.
"idiot!"
He grabbed Hidemi Ohtani, who played Mutian, and was about to slap him, but suddenly he was stunned.
The two eyeballs looked as if they were about to fall off, protruding and red.
This is his nephew, the son of his eldest sister Chie Ozawa!