Shanghai International Hotel, celebration banquet of China-Japan New Asia Peace Promotion Association.
Many celebrities came voluntarily or under threat.
The Ministry of Foreign Affairs failed, but the Army succeeded. This is certainly something worth celebrating.
Not only does it need to be done, but it also needs to be done lively.
Manager Ge from the International Hotel looked at these people coldly.
He is also a military agent, but he lurks deeper.
Shanghai was lost, but for these military agents, the war had just begun.
Zhang Xiaolin and his mistress came in... Following him were several well-known businessmen in Shanghai...
That's Yoshio Manda, the head of the Japanese Army's secret service... What about that one? Kojiro Kawamoto…
Manager Ge carefully records every guest who comes in.
"Lao Ge, I'm busy."
A familiar voice sounded from behind.
Manager Ge turned around: "Oh, Meng...Boss Meng, why are you here?"
Meng Shaoyuan!
"Why can't I come and join in the fun of such a big celebration banquet?" Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "I sent people to the China-Japan Friendship Association to 'celebrate' during the day, and now I'm here to have a look."
Manager Ge was shocked: "Boss Meng, you won't be here..."
"No, no." Meng Shaoyuan shook his head repeatedly: "This is equivalent to our territory. No matter what I do, I will not destroy our own territory."
Manager Ge was relieved.
There, after the guests had almost arrived, Yoshio Wanda was already there to congratulate the successful establishment of the "New Asia Peace Promotion Association" and began to deliver a speech.
As soon as he finished speaking, clowns like Zhang Xiaolin came to express their loyalty to the Japanese Empire one by one.
"Shameless." Manager Ge cursed in a low voice.
Meng Shaoyuan smiled.
Yes, when the country is in crisis, some are generous and benevolent, while others are extremely ugly.
For these clowns, the concept of nation does not exist.
"Boss Meng, you can do whatever you want, I have to take care of these people." Manager Ge sighed.
If it weren't for his current status, he would not do this anyway.
"Go ahead."
Meng Shaoyuan was still watching the clowns appear on stage one by one with great interest.
Don't tell me, it's quite interesting.
Especially when they swear allegiance to their masters in various forms, it is particularly funny.
…
Kawamoto Kojiro is actually not interested in such a scene, but his identity requires him to appear.
Some of these Chinese who have sworn to serve the Empire of Japan will really be desperate if something happens to them.
I’m afraid that everyone will become a turtle by then, right?
Kawamoto Kojiro smiled contemptuously.
Finally finished.
Music starts.
Kawamoto Kojiro cannot dance and is not interested in dancing at all.
He sighed and turned his head.
Then he froze there.
He saw an "old friend":
Meng Shaoyuan!
Meng Shaoyuan was also looking at him, and even nodded slightly to him.
Why is he here?
Kawamoto Kojiro was stunned for a while, then calmed down and walked over: "Hello, Mr. Meng."
"Hello, Mr. Kawamoto."
"Meng Shaoyuan, today is the celebration party for the successful establishment of the New Asia Peace Promotion Association." Kawamoto Kojiro looked at the Chinese: "Are you here to destroy it?"
"Why do you say that?" Meng Shaoyuan looked aggrieved.
"Because we all know our identities." Kawamoto Kojiro smiled bitterly: "I heard that during the day, in another venue, the Sino-Japanese Friendship Association suffered a terrible massacre. The Chinese died, and the Japanese People died too.”
"What does that have to do with me?" Meng Shaoyuan looked even more "sad": "I am a pacifist and I hate violence. As for what happened during the day, I think it was done by some people with a sense of justice."
Really God knows.
The words "pacifist" and "hate violence" came out of Meng Shaoyuan's mouth, and they were so ridiculous.
"Actually, I'm here to help you."
When Meng Shaoyuan said these words, Kawamoto Kojiro suspected that he heard wrongly: "What did you say?"
"Looking for your help."
Meng Shaoyuan said very seriously.
Kawamoto Kojiro's interest was all aroused: "Tell me, it may be an honor for me to be able to ask Mr. Meng to ask me for help."
Meng Shaoyuan rubbed his nose: "It's actually very simple. There is Jinjiang Sichuan Restaurant. I think you probably know that in recent times, people have been going there to cause trouble."
Of course Kawamoto Kojiro knew this.
The question is, how could Meng Shao, who was originally one of the main leaders of the Shanghai latent area under military command, take care of such a thing?
"The owner of Jinjiang Sichuan Restaurant is a woman, Luo Zhujun." Meng Shaoyuan said slowly: "Why bother with a woman? Mr. Kawamoto, if you are willing to help and prevent such a thing from happening, I will be very grateful."
"Interesting, very interesting." A smile finally appeared on Kawamoto Kojiro's face: "If Director Meng can ask me for help, I don't even know what to say. In front of you, any lies are useless , so I don’t need to hide anything from you. Yes, we did send people to Luo Zhujun’s place.
There are those from the Qing Gang, and there are also our ronin. The Japanese Empire has occupied Shanghai. Anyone who is unwilling to cooperate with us must be taught a lesson. Although Luo Zhujun is a woman, she has a certain status in Shanghai's business community, and she is also someone we need to fight for. What makes me curious is, why do you think I would help? "
"I don't know." Meng Shaoyuan shrugged: "I just tried to find you. You and I are both operating in the public concession, and this situation will not change for a long time in the future. There is confrontation between us, and maybe there will be cooperation. Maybe one day, you will also need my help? "
From anyone's point of view, Meng Shaoyuan's proposal is really whimsical.
It is simply ridiculous that a Chinese agent actually came to seek help from a Japanese agent.
However, Kawamoto Kojiro thought very seriously for a while: "Luo Zhujun's matter is just a small matter. If I open my mouth, no one will go to her to cause trouble again. Mr. Meng, I have always admired you, I am also willing to help you with this. But before that, I have a small request, and I hope you can satisfy me."
"Please say."
"Do you know Allegri Joseph Kelf?"
Know?
Not only know it, but understand it very well.
But there is no way to say that in front of Kawamoto Kojiro.
Meng Shaoyuan pretended to ponder for a while: "I seem to have heard this person's name."
"He is in Shanghai now."
"Really? He is in Shanghai?"
"Yes, and I invited him here." Kawamoto Kojiro said slowly: "I need you to sit face to face with him and then have a psychological discussion."
Forehead?
This was the first time Meng Shaoyuan heard such a strange request.
