The auditorium of the city hall is large, but the people in the hall are all small people, mid-level cadres of the city hall, some well-established businessmen, and high-profile expatriates from the Japanese concession.
The real big shots are all in the flower hall next to it, which is heavily guarded, such as the commander of the gendarmerie stationed in Shanghai, senior generals of the dispatched army, or senior staff of the consulate.
"Translator An, come with me. Xiaodao Trading Company has something to discuss with Section Chief Yu from the city hall. You go over and help translate." Liu Changchuan and An Guoping were eating desserts halfheartedly. The ten-year-old city hall clerk came over to give instructions.
"Okawa, follow me."
Liu Changchuan gave a wry smile. He was very helpless towards An Guoping. He was just translating. He looked like he was going to fight, but he kept on walking and followed An Guoping closely.
Kojima Trading Company is a trading house that sells Japanese goods in the Japanese Concession. Ever since the Japanese army occupied Shanghai, they have been in trouble. Relying on their relationship with the Japanese dispatched troops, they have obtained many military orders. These are not the most important. Kojima Trading Company Relying on the support of the army, they forcibly purchased the Huajie Cotton Mill and made a lot of money.
Shanghai is now under martial law, and all supplies must be sold in a coordinated manner. All the main roads in and out of Shanghai are guarded by the gendarmerie. The small island trading company has a strong background and relies on the passes issued by the gendarmerie to resell supplies.
They approached Chief Yu of the Economic Section of the City Hall and wanted to rely on the City Hall's connections to force local businessmen to sell their supplies to the small island trading company.
Liu Changchuan watched An Guoping translate on the side and felt confident that Japanese was complicated, but relying on his knowledge from his previous life and his studies in the past six months, as long as it was not some professional terms, he should have no problem in normal conversation.
An Guoping was a little nervous at first, but later he found out that it was just that. He thought that as long as they weren't the scary species of the Japanese army, it would be fine.
In a corner of the auditorium, several members of the Special High School Department and several Japanese people attending a banquet in the Japanese Concession were chatting happily. Jiang Shan was a little embarrassed on the side. He did not speak Japanese and could only watch the section chief Yoshimoto Shogo talking to someone in a low voice. They were discussing something and seemed to be very excited.
At this time, a middle-aged man in a long coat came over. He bowed his head and bowed to Masago Yoshimoto. His posture was as humble as possible.
Yoshimoto Shogo frowned, looked around, and asked Xiao Tetsu Seiji beside him: "Where did Maeda-kun go? Find him. I want to talk to Wu Sanlin about something."
"Maeda-kun was called by the flower hall to be a translator. It seems that he was called away by someone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. How about I find a temporary translator?"
"How can that be done? Wu Sanlin now leads hundreds of people to serve the empire. Most of our spies in the concession are people under Wu Sanlin. Everything I talked to him is confidential. What if it gets out?"
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Xiaozhe Zheng'er was in a bit of a dilemma. He couldn't find a translator he didn't know. However, they had just occupied Shanghai not long ago. Some of the translation work that required confidentiality and safety were provided by the consulate, and they were all native-born imperial people. But now They don't have time.
"Forget it, you can just find anyone. At most, I won't tell Wu Sanlin anything confidential."
Yoshimoto Shogo is a little impatient. He is really in a bad mood today. An important person has come over from the base camp and is preparing to integrate all the intelligence agencies in China. Their special high school is also among them. No one wants to have a Buddha watching you from above.
"Which one of you is the Japanese translator?" Xiao Zhe Zheng'er, who was dressed in military uniform, startled An Guoping who was translating. He was heartbroken and thought: Japs in military uniforms must not be good people. They must not be translators. If you anger the Japanese, your life will be at risk.
"Dachuan, I'm busy, please come over." An Guoping glanced at Liu Changchuan a little embarrassed.
"Oh no, Teacher An, you are such a person." Liu Changchuan was reluctant to go. His Japanese proficiency was far inferior to An Guoping's. What if he angered the Japanese? If the information was not obtained, he was killed by the Japanese.
"Taijun, I haven't studied Japanese for long, and I don't know if I can do it." Liu Changchuan said to Xiaozhe Zhenger in Japanese. He decided to make things clear first to prevent the Japanese from causing trouble for him.
"Hey, your Japanese is indeed not very professional, but it's not a big problem for conversation. Come with me." Xiao Zhezheng's Second Meeting with Liu Changchuan Although it can't be compared with a professional Japanese translator, it should be fine for simple daily use.
"Section Chief, I found a translator, but he is not a professional." Xiao Zhezhengji spread his hands with a grimace.
"It's okay, as long as you can send a message." Masago Yoshimoto didn't pay much attention.
Liu Changchuan glanced sideways at Jiang Shan and secretly yelled: Why is this bastard here? He didn't expect to meet Jiang Shan at the city hall cocktail party. He looked like he was doing well.
It’s true that good people don’t live long and bad people are turtles.
"Wu Jun, you have worked hard during this period. Don't worry, the empire will not forget you. As long as Wu Jun's Rangers perform well in the coming days, I will definitely recommend you to the city hall and give you a good position." Gibbon Zhengwu smiled and stepped forward to pat Wu Sanlin.
Liu Changchuan translated Yoshimoto Masago's words to Wu Sanlin.
"Oh, then I would like to thank Section Chief Yoshimoto first. Please rest assured, Section Chief Yoshimoto, that I will serve the Imperial Army wholeheartedly and kill all the anti-Japanese elements who are harming the Imperial Army.
"Wu Jun, you said it very well." Masago Yoshimoto was very satisfied with Wu Sanlin's answer. It's just a pity that the translator is an outsider and he can't ask confidential questions.
Liu Changchuan was disgusted with this man named Wu Sanlin, a traitor who was loyal to the Japanese.
But he was also very curious about when Wu Sanlin's Rangers were established, and why he didn't know. It seemed like it was a peripheral organization of the Extra-High School.
Because of the language, it was difficult for the Japanese to send spies to the concession area. Wu Sanlin looked like he was not a professional, but there were also many gangsters from the Youth Gang in the Intelligence Bureau.
No, it should be called Juntong now. The Intelligence Bureau was disbanded a few days ago. The First Division left the Intelligence Bureau to establish Central Tong. The Second Division Li Xingshe stayed on and changed its name to establish Juntong. Boss Dai took over the overall management as the deputy director. Military rule.
Masago Yoshimoto talked to Wu Sanlin for another while and left. Just as Liu Changchuan was about to go back to find An Guoping, he was stopped by Wu Sanlin with a happy face.
"Is something okay, Mr. Wu?" Liu Changchuan asked politely. But I was very bored in my heart.
"What's your name, sir?"
Wu Sanlin looked at Liu Changchuan, who was in a suit and leather shoes that were spotless and shiny, and nodded. He was an outstanding young man who was much better than his dirty-talking men.
"If your surname is Liu, Mr. Wu, just call me Liu Changchuan."
"Well, I wonder where Brother Liu is employed?"
"I don't have a job yet. It's noisy outside. I want to wait until things stabilize." Liu Changchuan didn't know what Wu Sanlin wanted to do with him, and he didn't hide it. To be honest, he didn't have a job in the first place.
