Just last night, Liu Bo, He Guan and Fang Muheng were talking happily.
The hatred for the Japanese invaders resonated strongly in the souls of the three people.
Fang Muheng, in particular, was impassioned and sharp in his words.
This person gave Liu Bo the impression that he should be a good hand at propaganda work, but if he was assigned to do actual work, he would be a complete mess.
The three of them bought some food and wine and returned to Liu Bo's residence to 'talk by candlelight at night'.
Liu Bo was both happy and a little irritable inside.
I am happy that I have gained the trust of these anti-Japanese elements.
What's irritating is that, listening to He Guan and Fang Muheng discussing how to kill more Japanese more effectively, he still wants to add fuel to the fire and 'offer suggestions', which makes him feel a little irritated deep down.
However, what surprised Liu Bo was that he pretended to accidentally mention the murder of the traitor Lao Mo.
But it attracted an enthusiastic response from Fang Muheng.
Fang Muheng said proudly that he knew who killed Lao Mo, the traitor.
Liu Bo was overjoyed and asked who the hero was, expressing his admiration for him.
"I admit that I looked down on Fang Muheng a little before." Liu Bo shook his head and said, "This person may have realized that he leaked the information, and then he had a strong sense of confidentiality. No matter how I asked He Guan, he didn't say anything."
"This Fang Muheng said he knew who killed Lao Mo. How credible do you think he is?" Ying Zuoying thought for a moment and asked.
"I have always believed that most of the things a person accidentally lets slip will be true," Liu Bo said. "In addition, observing Fang Muheng's words and deeds, although this person is a boaster, he is not a liar."
"Very good, keep an eye on Fang Muheng." Ying Zuoying nodded happily, "We must find out these anti-Japanese elements."
"My intuition tells me that we are getting closer to these people." Liu Bo also looked very excited.
…
There are clues about Lao Mo's murder, and Ying Zuoying is in a happy mood.
"Seto-kun, I've been lurking in China for more than ten years, thank you for your hard work." Kage Zuoying stood up and bowed slightly.
"Yes, it has been thirteen years. I almost forgot that I am a Japanese." Liu Bo sighed. In thirteen years, he took root in Shanghai, became a patrolman, married a wife and had children. Sometimes, he had
Sometimes I really feel subconsciously that I am a Chinese.
"How can the despicable Chinese people be compared with the great Yamato people?" Kage Zuoying said with a serious expression, "Seto-kun, you have been wronged."
"Kagezuo-kun." Liu Bo looked at Yingzuo Eiichi, "I have a question."
"Please say."
"If Cheng Qianfan knew in advance that Saburo Miyamoto was killed by He Guan, but still perjured He Guan, does this necessarily mean that Cheng Qianfan is unfriendly to the empire?" Liu Bo asked rhetorically.
"Isn't it?" Ying Zuoying asked.
"He is a Chinese. No matter how good his impression of the empire is, it cannot change the fact that he is Chinese. He is his good friend. Miyamoto is just an imperial wanderer whom he does not know at all. Miyamoto's death
, he won’t pay much attention to it at all, so what does it matter if he chooses to help his friend? Is it wrong?” Liu Bo said.
He looked at Eiichi Kagezuo, whose face became unsightly, and did not shut up, but continued, "Even some anti-Japanese elements now, as long as they are willing to lay down their weapons and be friendly to the empire, in my opinion
You can let bygones be bygones."
With that said, Liu Bo bowed towards Ying Zuoying, "Ying Zuojun, even if it is friendship under the bayonet, it is the kind of friendship that the empire needs and recognizes."
Looking at Liu Bo's back as he turned to leave, Ying Zuoyi said with a cold face, "Seto Ikawa, Seto-kun, please remember that you are Seto Ikawa, not Liu Bo. You are a superior son of the Yamato nation, a higher nation.
civil!"
Liu Bo turned around, bowed slightly to Ying Zuoying again, turned and left.
…
Fang family.
Fang Muheng, who came home drunk in the middle of the night last night, didn't wake up until midnight the next day.
He tiptoed out of bed and out of his bedroom, observing carefully.
"Master, you're up, do you want to prepare something for you?" the maid Jiang Mama asked as she was packing the tea sets.
"Where are the madam and young lady?" Fang Muheng asked, patting his still somewhat groggy head.
"Miss went to a girls' school, and the wife of Lawyer Luo's family next door came to see my wife for shopping."
Fang Muheng breathed a long sigh of relief. His sister and mother were not at home, which was great, otherwise he would have been scolded again.
Fang Muheng brushed his teeth, washed up, and went downstairs, "Mother Jiang, when my wife comes back, tell her that I'm going to work."
"Master, are you not going to eat?" the maid Jiang Mama walked out of the kitchen quickly and asked.
"I won't eat anymore." Fang Muheng rode a bicycle and left the house as if he was running away.
He was worried that if he didn't leave, it would be terrible if his father came back from the factory early and he would be stuck at home.
…
About an hour later, Fang Muheng arrived at the declaration building at the southwest corner of Shandong Road and Hankou Road in the Central District of the Public Settlement.
The declaration hall building was built in the 7th year of the Republic of China. It is a modern European-style building with neoclassical decorative style.
The building is a five-story reinforced concrete structure with more than 100 rooms in total.
There are patterns on the lower part of the cornice and pilasters of the exterior walls.
There is a balcony on the second floor of the declaration hall, with beautiful railings and decorative patterns under the balcony seats.
The ground floor of the newspaper building is a printing factory, including a typesetting room, a type casting room, a paper plate room, a lead plate room, and a copper and zinc plate manufacturing workshop.
The second floor is the business hall.
The third floor of the application hall is the manager’s office, board of directors, restaurant, and reception room.
There are libraries, proofreading rooms, and photo studios on the fourth and fifth floors, while editing rooms are on the second, third, and fourth floors.
The most noteworthy thing is that the building also has a large elevator for transporting goods, which is extremely rare in Asia at this time.
Fang Muheng, who returned from the United States, was shocked when he saw the newspaper office building for the first time. Such advanced newspaper offices are one of the few even in the United States.
The editing room of Fang Muheng's editorial team is on the fourth floor.
"Editor Fang is here." Xiao Meng, a clerk in the editing room on the fourth floor, is a short young girl with braids. When she saw Fang Muheng, Xiao Meng's eyes lit up and she hurriedly came over with a sign-in book.
"Xiao Meng, how about lunch." Fang Muheng said with a smile. He is a proud man, but his attitude towards colleagues or ordinary citizens is not bad.
"Editor Fang, did your interview go well today?" Xiao Meng asked with concern.
"Ah, okay, it went smoothly." Fang Muheng laughed.
After he signed in, he found a young man wearing a pair of old black-rimmed glasses who was busy at the desk in the corner, "Ah Hai, thank you."
He was actually absent from work this morning, thanks to Ah Hai who reported for him that he was out collecting stories.
Ah Hai adjusted the frame of the mirror, smiled and said, "It should be."
Fang Muheng looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he came closer and whispered, "Ah Hai, I told a friend about your feat of eradicating traitors."
Uh--the smile froze on Ah Hai's face. He raised his head and looked at Fang Muheng blankly.
Going back an hour, Cheng Qianfan, who was "recruited" by Peter in the name of deputy squad leader of the investigation team of the Political Department and "legally skipped work", left the arrest hall.
After an hour's drive, he took Pete's car and arrived at the riverside dock warehouse.
Just as Ah Hai stared blankly at Fang Muheng in the editing room, Peter proudly opened the tarpaulin covering the goods.
Cheng Qianfan was also stunned. He stared at the goods blankly.
