Chapter 427 The Broken Mirror Needs to Be Reunited
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Shimen Mancang suddenly threw away the "kill yourself" note handed to him by his assistant, opened the door and ran out. When he opened the door of Nakamura Yunobu's room, what he saw was the naked upper body kneeling on the floor.
's back.
He was still sitting on his knees, holding a short knife in both hands, with his head bent on his abdomen. But the floor was already covered with blood.
What he faced was a portrait of the emperor. Next to it was a photo of the emperor chatting happily with his cabinet members, one of whom was Mr. Wang in a suit.
Shimen stared speechlessly for a while, then walked out, closed the door and took a long breath.
He admired Nakamura Yunobu's courage: committing suicide by committing seppuku.
He thought of Maslie, the man who fled Shanghai in a hurry and went to his hometown in Nanjing as soon as something happened.
In his belief, without the courage and responsibility to commit suicide, that is the fall of civilization and the loss of morality.
Therefore, he felt that Feng Ziqin, who had been poisoned by his opponent without leaving any trace, was a talent, but it was a pity that he died silently without making full use of it.
Nakamura committed suicide, but what about Wang Lishan at No. 216 Jisi Feier Road?
He suddenly came to another conclusion. Elites often die early, while those who live are mediocre.
Since he came to Shanghai, his minions have been lost one after another, and even close friends such as Chiang Kai-shek Hideo Kuei have suffered accidents. In addition, Feng Ziqin, whom he was about to reuse, was brutally poisoned. This series of blows made him suddenly realize
Until now, in Shanghai, he met his opponent. Under his own nose, under the close supervision of a gang of military and police agents, a batch of such important and huge military supplies was able to be transported out of Shanghai silently.
What a terrible thing this is!
But he was not willing to believe that this opponent was him.
His father Shi Menjun told him before he died that in this war, if he could meet a descendant named Mu Di, he must treat him as kindly as possible. Because Shi Menjun was forced to betray his trust many years ago.
, resulting in the massacre of the Malanshan leader and his tribe.
He promised his father at that time.
However, why is his opponent chosen to be him? And more and more evidence shows that it is him, Mu Tian, a young man who has just turned 20 years old.
He is not as old as his own son Shimen Kaisi.
Should the old man's last wish be adhered to, or should he keep pace with the times and remove this stumbling block?
He opened the door behind him a crack, turned around and stared at Nakamura Yunobu's smooth back in a pool of blood. After a long time, he walked back to his study tremblingly.
Waiting for him there is Jia Zhengting.
He knew what Jia Zhengting meant by coming to him, and he snorted in his heart. These people only know how to fight for the top spot, and have no useful skills at all, let alone a spirit of cooperation.
He bites a shit stick and doesn't let go, wanting to swallow it all to himself, ha.
Wang Lishan fell out of favor, and Jia Zhengting came up again, which is interesting.
However, in Shimen Mancang's eyes, after this series of events, Jia Zhengting is still a somewhat capable person among them.
"Jia Sang, shouldn't you go mourn Mr. Feng Ziqin at this time?" Shi Menmancang asked in an accusing tone, but he was actually asking.
"Your Excellency Shimen, sadness is common, and everyone has his or her own sadness. I came here to discuss a question with you." Jia Zhengting's behavior was neither humble nor arrogant.
Shimenmancang was immediately impressed.
"Speaking."
"There are various signs that our consecutive defeats are related to this person." Jia Zhengting took out Mutian's photo from the file bag and handed it to Shimen Mancang.
Shi Menmancang took the photo and looked at it thoughtfully, "It's not just a defeat, it's a disastrous defeat."
"Yes, Your Excellency, you are absolutely right." Jia Zhengting straightened his body and said.
"We don't judge right from wrong, what are you going to do?" Shimen Mancang was obviously dissatisfied with Jia Zhengting's answer.
"Your Excellency, please take a look." Jia Zhengting took out another file bag, pulled out a pile of papers from it, and spread it on the desk. "Your Excellency, please take a look." Jia Zhengting stepped aside respectfully.
"What is this?" Shi Menmancang looked at Jia Zhengting suspiciously, tapping the paper and asked.
"This is my plan to capture Mu Tian." Jia Zhengting replied respectfully.
Shi Menmancang touched his chin with his hand and looked at the plan on the table, "This man is in the French Concession, protected by many people around him. He is also a celebrity and has a wide network of contacts. Not only in the Concession, but also in Chinatown, his power is at all...
No less influential than ours. We don’t want to mobilize troops and take public actions, as this will cause many difficulties for us in diplomacy." Shimen Mancang said.
"There is no need to think about diplomacy. We can characterize him as a pro-Fsky radical and leave it to those civil servants who have too much time to talk to the concession authorities. What matters is our specific actions. Your Excellency, please read
." Jia Zhengting said, picking up pieces of paper and explaining his plan in detail.
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Rarely, Su Xiaoxiao appeared in Hengchang's store.
The waiters who knew about her were so frightened when they saw the boss lady coming, they were afraid that something might happen in their reception and the boss would take advantage of her. It is not easy to find a job these days, let alone a job with such good benefits.
In desperation, Su Xiaoxiao had to wait for Geng Yibiao to park his car and come back, then followed him to the boss Qiao Shikuan's special elevator and arrived at Qiao Shikuan's office.
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Qiao Shikuan, who was reading the newspaper happily, saw Su Xiaoxiao coming. He was as surprised as seeing the sun coming out in the west. He quickly put down the newspaper, took her coat diligently, and helped her sit down. He called Geng Biao.
I brought the bird's nest I had prepared for afternoon tea to see if it was still warm, and gave it to the lady to drink.
"Thank you for your hard work, ma'am." Qiao Shikuan stood respectfully beside him, bowing and saying something strange.
"Don't tell me this is a trick. When did I become your wife?" Su Xiaoxiao gently picked up the bird's nest, but looked at Qiao Shikuan and said.
Qiao Shikuan ran back to his desk, picked up the "Oriental Morning News" and walked over to the sofa. He pointed at the big headlines and large pictures on the front page and said, "Look, it's written in black and white, 'For my wife's sake.
Wish, can this be wrong?" Qiao Shikuan said half-jokingly.
"I was just about to say this. You named that public security fund after me because you want to use my life as a painting for the whole Shanghai to see?" Su Xiaoxiao did not open the cup of the bird's nest and put it away again.
Returning to the coffee table, he said somewhat angrily.
"Xiao Xiao, please don't get it wrong. I am telling the world that you are my wife." Qiao Shikuan stared at Su Xiaoxiao seriously.
"Is it just an announcement?" Su Xiaoxiao asked, twisting her neck and squinting her eyes.
"Didn't I tell you everything last time? I've already made preparations here. It can be said that everything is ready. I just need the east wind." Qiao Shikuan said energetically, and at the end he didn't forget to give Su Xiaoxiao a wink.
"You are frivolous. You are so grown up, are you so embarrassed? You don't think about business all day long, but think about evil ways." Su Xiaoxiao said with a little sigh.
In Su Xiaoxiao's eyes, she hoped to reunite with Qiao Shikuan. Strictly speaking, in her heart, the mirror between the two of them had not been broken at all. Although she once hated Qiao Shikuan, she also thought that all her experiences were due to Qiao Shikuan.
However, when she heard Qiao Shiyou's confession and Hao Mingzhen's last cry, she already understood how incredible the man in front of her was, how he could ignore everything just to make money.
But ever since Mu Tian brought her to Shanghai and witnessed the miserable couple Qiao Shiyou and Hao Mingzhen die tragically in front of her eyes, she had forgiven him.
Furthermore, she hopes to return to Qiao Mansion, which will not only restore her original legitimate identity, but also give Mutian a home and a legitimate identity.
What she was thinking about was the marriage between Mu Tian and Ji Ruoxi. They were such a perfect match. They were the legendary golden boy and beautiful girl. They were made for each other. But Mr. Ji and Ji Ruoxi may be taboo about children from single-parent families.
The most taboo thing in married life is that both parties have taboos.
She cannot delay her child's happiness and opportunity for happiness.
"Are you here waiting for the wind to arrive?" Su Xiaoxiao said sadly.
Qiao Shikuan didn't understand Su Xiaoxiao's meaning for a moment, and looked at her searchingly.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Su Xiaoxiao just looked at herself stupidly, then she slapped her thigh and said: "Hey, hey, who said that he spent his whole life eating tea in shopping malls? Why can't he tell the difference between east, west, north and south wind?"
Do you know where your Dongfeng is? What's wrong, are you afraid?" Su Xiaoxiao became a little anxious and asked continuously.
Qiao Shikuan stared blankly for a while, then patted his head, "I understand... I've always known..." After saying that, he walked back to his desk and picked up the phone. Just as he was about to dial, Tingran stopped again.
He looked at Su Xiaoxiao with a little fear, "That night in the garden..."
Su Xiaoxiao didn't wait for him to finish speaking, her face changed, she stood up and walked towards the door.
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"Xiaoxiao, don't leave. Just wait. I'll call. I'll call you and listen." Qiao Shikuan was about to walk over to stop Su Xiaoxiao and make a call again, but he took two steps forward.
"Click."
The phone fell to the ground.
Su Xiaoxiao stopped in front of the door and turned to look at Qiao Shikuan.
Qiao Shikuan apologetically, but also relieved Xiaoxiao, picked up the phone on the ground, looked at it, listened to it again, and started dialing.
"Hey, is this Nelson Detective Agency?...Ah, Yingzi, hello, hello. Are you...my son here?"