The person who came in was Eiichi Kui, followed by Torataro Ozawa, whom Zhang Jiayong had never seen before. But at first glance, he looked like a Japanese. He was wearing a stiff dark gray suit and an ultra-thin red tie. He had a look of lingering anger.
Look.
This surprised Zhang Jiayong.
The two of them followed Zhang Jiayong into the house and sat down awkwardly.
Zhang Jiayong's eyes kept staring at Ozawa.
Eiichi Kuai did not introduce it immediately. He grabbed a piece of eel and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it and said, "Ozawa-kun."
Zhang Jiayong bowed his waist and said, "Hello."
Zhang Jiayong looked at Eiichi Kuai, waiting for the next step.
"Your people haven't arrived yet?" Ozawa spoke first. It seemed that they didn't intend to tell Zhang Jiayong what Mr. Ozawa did.
"There are many prisoners in the prison, so there may be delays." Zhang Jiayong subconsciously fiddled with the plate a few times. "Let's eat slowly first and drink slowly." He said with a bright face.
"Are we here to have a drink and a meal?" Ozawa pressed forward step by step.
Zhang Jiayong was stunned. He didn't even know what you were doing. He was preparing delicious food and drinks. How could you say so crudely?
"My friend who will be here later is here for dinner." Zhang Jiayong replied without mercy.
"Baga!" Ozawa exploded when he heard it, and he stood up.
Eiichi Kuai grabbed him and said, "Ozawa-kun, calm down and do as the Romans do. Chinese people all talk things over the wine table." He said comfortingly and mockingly.
"Wine bags and rice bags!"
Ozawa cursed.
His voice was softer, but Zhang Jiayong still heard it clearly. However, he said nothing and picked up the jug to pour wine.
"Okay, Dainippon sake. Zhang Sang is interested." Kuaiying picked up the wine glass and smelled it, with a smile on his face. He picked up another glass and handed it to Ozawa.
Ozawa reluctantly took it, put it under his nose and smelled it.
"Dang Dang Dang."
"Ha, we're back here." Zhang Jiayong heard the door, nodded to the two of them, and went to open the door.
As soon as Jiang Xinda entered the door, he said, "Your place is very secluded and difficult to find. I walked around three or four times before I dared to knock on this door."
Zhang Jiayong knew that he wanted to tease him about hiding his beauty in a golden house, so he led him into the house without saying a word.
Jiang Xinda saw that he was silent, and the taunts he had prepared could not be used, and he was a little resentful.
"Is this your friend a Japanese?" Jiang Xinda sat down at the table and said slightly surprised.
"What's wrong with the Japanese? Are they bad?" Eiichi Kuai stopped Ozawa who was about to speak and said with a fake smile on his face.
"I don't know. Personally, I have never interacted with each other. At least we have never had meals or drinks together." Jiang Xinda works as a maid in the patrol house in the French Concession, and he also holds a part-time official position. He always feels a little superior.
feel.
Chains of contempt are everywhere in the world. Jiang Xinda loves the open-mindedness, nobility, sentimentality and romance of the French, and he pretends to be so from time to time.
Zhang Jiayong saw that Ozawa's face was not very good, so he waved his hands and said: "Come on, let me introduce to you: This is Mr. Eiichi Kuai, the president of Japan Green Scorpion Co., Ltd., and this is Ozawa,
Well, Mr. Ozawa. This is my friend, the inspector of Fangdaqiao Prison, Jiang Xinda, Mr. Jiang."
There was a moment of silence.
Both sides are trying to figure out each other:
What can a ranger do;
Are the Japanese reliable?
The soldiers are approaching, and if they go back on their word, who am I going to talk to?
"Come on, let's have a drink to get acquainted first." Zhang Jiayong became a little more excited and picked up the wine glass. Suddenly he realized something was wrong, put it down, and stretched out his hands to pick up the wine glass in front of Eiichi Kuai. After he took it, he took it for him again.
Ozawa held it up and was about to hold it in front of Jiang Xinda.
Jiang Xinda stretched out his hand to stop him, "No, no, no, it's not easy for them to come from afar. I'm at the doorstep of my house and I'm one of my own. I don't have to do the whole trick of serving wine," he said.
Zhang Jiayong smiled awkwardly, picked up his wine glass, "I'll do it first."
Ozawa and Eiichi Kuai watched Zhang Jiayong drink, and then looked at Jiang Xinda together.
Jiang Xinda pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, and drank the wine in one gulp. There was a strange expression on his face, and he pursed his cheeks without swallowing.
When the two Japanese drank and praised the wine, he lowered his head and made a "poof" sound and vomited.
"What is this? Lao Zhang, you are not interesting enough. It is much worse than the French brandy. This is your family's water." Jiang Xinda accused Zhang Jiayong with an ugly expression.
Zhang Jiayong's heart trembled. Saying that sake is just water in front of the Japanese is not the same as saying that the child is someone else's seed in front of a bastard. You don't even care when you curse, are you looking for death?
"Don't worry, you two. Inspector Jiang usually doesn't drink. He doesn't know what good wine is. Come and eat. This is big seafood specially prepared for you. Big seafood." Zhang Jiayong tried his best to maintain a stable situation.
There is no need to go to the Three Treasures Hall. Jiang Xinda has grasped Zhang Jiayong's background. He originally thought that Zhang Jiayong would be doing some ordinary things, just eating and drinking. But seeing the situation today, with two Japanese here, that is not ordinary.
Small things can be a big deal. Then you have to do it. As long as you don't rush to death, the harder you do it, the more you will gain.
"I said Zhang Jiayong really belongs to you. Please invite me to your house for dinner, even if there is no wine. With our friendship, it is not impossible to have tea instead of wine. What can I use to wash the pot of water..."
"That's enough!" Ozawa couldn't bear it anymore and shouted.
Are you going to fall out? How can you do it faster than flipping through a book?
Jiang Xinda muttered in his heart.
Ozawa spread a check on the table and pressed it with one finger, "This is thirty thousand yuan."
When Jiang Xinda heard the numbers, he was elated and glanced sideways.
The check is from Chase Bank. Reliable.
"Tonight, send a few people to the bridge."
When Jiang Xinda heard this, he understood that this was an attempt to unjustly, falsely, and erroneously decide the case. But it was better to do something a little better, so he asked again, "Who is this person, and how do you want to sentence him?"
"What's the sentence? Send our people in, and then send them out after finishing their work."
"not understand."
"Zhang Sang, tell him."
After listening to Eiichi Kuai's words, Zhang Jiayong knew that his Chinese was limited and he could not understand such complicated things, so he asked the two Japanese to find someone to teach Mu Tian, who beat them as ronin and put them in prison, and then put them to death.
Send out of Bridge Prison.
After hearing this, Jiang Xinda understood the essence. He couldn't help but ponder. He raised his eyes and looked at the two Japanese people, "Let me think about it."
Mu Tian was a member of Jiang Xinyi and was personally escorted to prison. Now the Japanese want to teach him a lesson. How do they teach him a lesson? To what extent do they teach him a lesson? How do you determine the appropriateness of their lesson?
This is all a problem for Jiang Xinda.
When I get off work, Inspector Chuan Mutian will go to court for a hearing in the next two days. If he can't stand up by then, how should I explain it? Is the 30,000 yuan worth it?
If someone died, it would cost at least one hundred and eighty thousand yuan.
However, human life is absolutely impossible. Then Jiang Xinyi will definitely make my life worth his own.
You have to earn this money, and you have to draw a clear path so that you don't get involved in any of it.
"What else is there to think about? My people are nearby. You have a police car, pull it in, finish the work, pull it out, and the money is yours. It's very simple." Eiichi Kuai's words were a bit persuasive.
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"You two, it's not as simple as you think. I can't arrest people without a reason. And arresting people is a matter of the patrol room. Besides, I have superiors and subordinates. There are more than ten doors to enter the cell, and there are guards at the door...
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Jiang Xinda stretched out his finger and tapped on the check.
"What do you mean, do you want to blackmail me?" Ozawa was from the military after all, but he couldn't calm down in the end.
"It's you who asked me to do something. Let's talk if we can. It doesn't matter to me." Jiang Xinda was determined to carry on.
It was Eiichi Kui who was wiser and more practical. He said before Ozawa: "Everything is a business, some are discussed, some are negotiated. Jiang Sang, please make a price."
"Ah ha, it's easy to say whether it's money or not. Two more will be enough for me to take care of. I'm not a greedy person, Zhang Sang knows that. The key is to follow my way."
"Please tell me." Eiichi Kuai took out two checks worth 10,000 yuan from his arms. It seemed that he had already prepared them. He folded them on top of the previous check and stared at Jiang Xinda with an expectant smile on his face.
Jiang Xinda stacked two cups and plates in front of him, dipped the sake in the cup and scratched it on the dark table, whispering to himself.