A small disturbance seems to indicate that this trip to Zhenjiang will not go smoothly.
The big leaders of the Workers' and Peasants' Party in Zhenjiang were not caught.
This is the secret between Meng Shaoyuan and Tian Qi.
The agents of Lixingshe invited Meng Shaoyuan and the others to Zhenjiang Station, but Meng Shaoyuan made an excuse and declined.
Find a hotel to stay.
The hotel is in pretty good condition.
They are on a business trip this time and have sufficient funds, so they don't have to worry about food and accommodation.
Even two cars were approved.
It's time to meet that Ono Akira.
After checking the time, Zhu Yanni was still changing clothes in the room.
This Longines watch was found from Jiang Songbo's men when he was arresting him, and it can be regarded as returned to its original owner.
There was just a small crack on the surface, probably caused by Meng Shaoyuan falling to the ground when he threw it.
There is no place in Nanjing that specializes in repairing Longines watches, so you have to go to Shanghai.
After waiting there for a while, Zhu Yanni came out.
Wearing a cheongsam with red background and blue flowers, paired with the most popular flesh-colored stockings imported from the United States, and black half-high heels, Zhu Yanni looked charming at first glance.
"Darling, let's go."
Meng Shaoyuan stretched out his arm and pushed up the plain glasses he wore in a serious manner.
Today, he is wearing a white suit, a red tie, black and white three-jointed leather shoes, glasses, his hair is still waxed and shiny, and he is holding a civilized stick in his left hand.
This is also the popular dress for young masters in Shanghai this year.
Zhu Yanni held Meng Shaoyuan's arm affectionately: "My dear, where are we going today?"
"Relief Clinic."
"Then what?"
“Eat Western food and watch movies!”
Meng Shaoyuan whistled and learned the nondescript Shanghainese dialect: "Allah has plenty of money. Is it a good job to have a good job in Zhenjiang?"
"Ouch." Zhu Yanni cooed, "Mr. Meng, you are so kind."
Mu Dekai and others looked at each other.
Xiang Shounong suddenly covered his stomach: "Did I eat something bad? I feel so sad in my stomach."
Mu Dekai nodded repeatedly: "It's so disgusting."
Yuan Zhonghe sighed: "The world is getting worse. The world is getting worse."
Tian Qi was silent, and suddenly, a sentence came out:
"A couple of bitches!"
…
Relief Clinic.
Meng Shaoyuan pushed the door open with a civilized stick, which was also a standard move for a rich man.
Push the door with your hand? That's so corny.
The nurse sitting outside stood up immediately when she saw someone coming in and said in the most standard and fluent Chinese:
"Hello, sir, how can I help you?"
"Toothache." Meng Shaoyuan was full of style: "Is there any doctor who has returned from studying in the United States? Let me tell you, the medical skills of Americans are the best, followed by the British. Among the great powers, the medical skills of the Japanese are the worst. .”
"Who said that?"
A man wearing a long gown came out: "Sir, what's your surname?"
"You can call me Mr. Zhu, Mr. Zhu from Shanghai." Meng Shaoyuan was domineering and used Zhu Yanni's surname: "What about you? Who are you?"
"My surname is Xiao, Xiao Zhaoye."
Xiao Zhaoye? Akira Ono?
Do you Japanese think I am a fool?
Meng Shaoyuan can be 100% sure that the person who calls himself "Xiao Zhaoye" is Ono Zhao.
He just spoke like that on purpose, and in a loud voice, just to test Ono Akira's character.
Now, he has basically figured it out.
He has an impatient personality and can't hold his breath. As soon as he heard that Japan is terrible, he immediately showed up.
In this way, Meng Shaoyuan already had a basic judgment in his mind.
"Mr. Zhu, please come in. I am the person in charge of the clinic, and I will personally help you see a doctor." Ono Akira invited him in, and then pretended to be nonchalant:
"Why does Mr. Zhu say that Japan's medical skills are poor?"
"You still don't understand this?" Meng Shaoyuan looked careless: "Japanese medical skills were first learned from Chinese traditional medicine. Later, when Europeans came, they also learned Western medicine, so they often use neither fish nor fowl for diagnosis and treatment, so I don't believe it. Japanese medical skills...Hey, you are not Japanese, are you?"
"No, no." Ono Akira hurriedly denied: "I am Chinese, Chinese. But, Mr. Zhu, isn't China the same? First, Chinese medicine was stuck in its ways, and then the foreign powers entered China, and Western medicine immediately flowed in. Is it the same as Mr. Zhu? Are you talking about the same nondescript words?"
"It's different, it's different."
Meng Shaoyuan said seriously: "In China, traditional Chinese medicine is traditional Chinese medicine, and Western medicine is Western medicine. There is absolutely no confusion. Traditional Chinese medicine is like a cloth shop. From entering the door to pick the cloth to measuring the cloth to paying the money and leaving, it is all done in one go. can be done.
What about Western medicine? You need to register first, then go to the doctor to see a doctor, and then take a X-ray. You know about X-rays, right? When the doctor prescribes medicine, you have to pay the money first and then administer the medicine, which is very troublesome..."
His theory was well known in his time, but it is new now.
And this guy is being sophistical there.
He changed the topic to the difference between Chinese and Western medicine, instead of the topic they were arguing about just now.
However, Ono Akira's thinking was quickly led astray by him.
Thinking about it, the difference between Chinese and Western medicine mentioned by Mr. Zhu seems to be quite reasonable.
Meng Shaoyuan was afraid that he would continue to argue with him: "Well, Doctor Xiao, when I came from Shanghai yesterday, I ate a popsicle and had a hot pot meal on the way. My tooth hurts so much today."
Ono Akira is still knowledgeable in medical skills. He checked him and found no abnormalities in his mouth: "Mr. Zhu, it should be hot and cold, and the gums are irritated. I'll give you a painkiller. Don't worry, you don't need it. I’ll give it to you for paying the fee for running around.”
"Oh, how can you be so embarrassed?"
Zhu Yanni, who had been silent until now, knew it was time for her to come on stage: "Our family, Mr. Zhu, has a lot of money. We have several companies in Shanghai alone. Mr. Zhu, are you Fa?"
"That's right." Meng Shaoyuan said with a smile, "But I like to make friends. Since Doctor Xiao is so polite, I won't shirk it. Let's do this. I will be the host tonight and treat Doctor Xiao to dinner."
"No need." Xiao Yezhao didn't have time to eat: "I appreciate Mr. Zhu's kindness."
"Master Zhu, how can you be free tonight?" Zhu Yanni suddenly said: "Aren't you going to invite Commander Xiao's cousin to dinner?"
"That's right." Meng Shaoyuan slapped his head: "I forgot about it. By the way, Doctor Xiao, your surname is Xiao, and Commander Xiao is also surnamed Xiao. You are not a family, right? He has several relatives in Zhenjiang."
Ono Akira's expression changed: "Which Commander Xiao?"
"Who else can be Commander Xiao?" Meng Shaoyuan's face was filled with surprise: "Commander Xiao from the Xiaoshan Command of the Nanjing Military Police Headquarters!"
Xiaoshan order?
That Xiaoshan order who was just promoted?
Ono Akira's mind was racing: "Master Zhu, how do I know Commander Xiao? You are a big shot. How about I host you today and you and Commander Xiao's cousin enjoy the honor together?"
