"かんぱい~!"
(Cheers in Japanese)
In a private room of a Japanese food restaurant in the Japanese gathering area of Hongkou, Iwai, the intelligence chief of the Shanghai Consulate, Ryosuke Hase of the Special High School Section, and many secret agents, sat around a long table and raised their glasses and cheered.
Everyone drank the sake in the cup in one gulp, then closed their eyes and let out a breath of relief. The smooth taste of the high-end sake and the refreshing aroma made people want to drink a second cup.
Seeing this, several waitresses quickly filled the wine glasses for the guests. They were sitting on their knees on the ground in traditional kimonos. The tight fabrics outlined their plump curves, giving them a unique charm.
This scene was so exciting that several young people in the crowd couldn't help but sneak a few glances, swallowed subconsciously, their faces instantly turned red, and hot breath spewed out of their nostrils.
Hase Ryosuke and Iwai clinked glasses and laughed secretly in their hearts. These country bumpkins who had never seen the world would blush after eating. They didn't know what they would be like after going to a nightclub.
Fortunately, they were brought here in advance to adapt. Otherwise, if those meddlesome bastards in the Navy saw this, they would lose the face of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. It seems that young people still need to exercise more.
"Dang~dang~"
Changgu tapped the wine glass to attract everyone's attention, then looked at the few men who were both evil and courageous. He raised his arms and hugged the waitress beside him, showing an elegant smile.
"Toyota-kun, you have just arrived at the consulate from your home country, so you must adapt as soon as possible. The situation in Shanghai is relatively complicated, and all forces are mixed together. You must be flexible in doing things and cannot rely on temporary courage.
After all, this is the territory of the Chinese people. We must be pragmatic. Those who are self-righteous and aloof will not get far. As long as we obey orders well, the Minister and I will not treat you badly. "
After saying that, he turned to chat with Iwai in a low voice, observing everyone's reactions from the corner of his eye. If there are any who are ignorant of current affairs, they must be removed from the special high school as soon as possible to avoid ruining their business.
Besides, everyone present was shocked when they heard this. Even a fool could hear the meaning of beating, coaxing, and warning in these words, which was specifically reflected in the words "flexible" and "obedience."
flexible.
These two words mean that what the Ministry of Intelligence does may violate or even violate the regulations of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. As for the reason, it may be for public or private reasons. In short, there is a certain risk.
obey.
Who should I obey? Naturally, Iwai and Section Chief Hase will not treat them badly. Today’s banquet is not delicious. To use a Chinese saying, it is called the Hongmen Banquet. We need to take sides.
The long table was quiet for a few seconds. The old spies who had benefited a long time ago smiled slightly, hugged the waiter skillfully and started drinking. Why not accept the kindness of the two immediate superiors?
Under this situation, several newcomers kept sweating on their foreheads. After a while, someone finally couldn't resist the huge pressure. He followed the example of his seniors and leaned nervously against the woman beside him.
When you have a leader in everything, the rest will be easier to handle. They say that it is not easy to learn well, but it is easy to learn bad things. This is true. It didn't take long for the private room to be filled with a happy atmosphere.
"On a spring day with a high building and a bright moonlit night,
"The feast is in the hall..."
"Shades of people drinking and drinking mingled among each other,
"The wine is flowing..."
"Yoshi...Canggu...Section Chief..."
The humming and applause of the folk song "Moon in the Deserted City" could be heard faintly from the Japanese restaurant, floating over the quiet streets. The Japanese people coming and going stopped one after another and listened quietly to the sounds of their hometown.
In a small alley, Ikuta Takaki in the car had his ears pricked up and his expression was a little weird. I didn't expect that this guy Hase Ryosuke could sing and he could sing so well. Damn it!
Looks better than myself.
Ability stronger than yourself.
More money than myself.
This person must not stay. If the other party is favored by those high-ranking ladies in Tokyo, he will definitely be a strong enemy. The Consulate in Shanghai, no, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs does not allow such an outstanding man to exist.
"Gulu~"
Only a sudden loud noise in his stomach interrupted his thinking. In the darkness, Ikuta Takaki's face turned red, he coughed lightly to cover up his loss, looked at his watch and said seriously to the short eyeliner.
"You go buy some food and come back as soon as possible."
"Hai."
The short man lowered his head and replied respectfully, without moving his body. He proudly stretched out his hands and raised them above his head, waiting for the other party's reward and calculating how much money the son-in-law of the Matsumoto family would give him.
This is an open unspoken rule. When a superior asks a subordinate to do things, he will always give a little more money to win people's hearts. Considering the other party's status, he has to give dozens of yen anyway, so he can keep at least half of it.
"Why don't you leave yet."
But after waiting for a long time, the reward did not arrive, but a scolding came. The short man blinked his eyes, his face full of confusion, why the situation was different from what he imagined, what went wrong.
Over there, Ikuta Takashi saw that his subordinates were still sitting there stupidly, and he urged, "Hurry up, I need food, go buy some Chinese pan-fried buns, and by the way, remember to ask the boss to send you more seasonings."
oh?
The short man finally understood that the other party was not prepared to give money. The dignified section chief-level figure didn't even pay for food. This kind of superior was worth following... Damn it, he wanted to leave immediately.
However, Ikuta Takaki was trained by his father-in-law, a big capitalist, and he was very skilled in the art of painting cakes. Sensing that something was wrong in the atmosphere, he immediately said to the short man in a arrogant tone.
"When Ryosuke Hase is driven away, I think you have the ability to take over the position of Chief of Special Agents. You can also live a luxurious life by then. The Matsumoto family will not be stingy with money for their loyal ministers.
But the premise is that you must know how to give and be grateful. How can a person who easily asks for benefits from the owner of the family be able to take on a big responsibility? You must take a broader view as a person and not be short-sighted. "
Finally, Ikuta Takaki imitated the way his father-in-law met his subordinates and patted him on the shoulder affectionately. He looked confident and had the courage to strategize and win a thousand miles away.
At the same time, he held the wallet in his pocket tightly with his other hand, and he breathed a sigh of relief. If he let the other party know his true situation, I am afraid that his only subordinate would be gone.
In fact, the short man didn't really believe in these beautiful imaginations. There was still a director of the Ministry of Intelligence, Iwai, and it was not the deputy director's turn to give orders. But what if this thing happened?
Wealth and wealth are found in danger.
The man no longer hesitated, decisively opened the car door and walked out. More than ten minutes later, he brought back a paper bag of pan-fried buns. The two of them ate in the car with their mouths full of oil, and discussed the following plan.
After eating a steamed bun in one bite, Ikuta Takaki looked at the Japanese food shop fiercely: "There must be problems with Ryosuke Hase's source of funds. For the security of the empire, you and I must be prepared for long-term war.
From now on, you will be responsible for the food. Keep a record of how much it cost. After the mission is over, I will personally report to the consul. Well, you can write more, and those will be considered as rewards for you. "
His little abacus was so clever that he even used the public funds of the consulate to do his own things. It seems that government officials all over the world have only one thing in common, and that is to try their best to take advantage of the country.
"Hai."
The short man's anxious mood gradually returned to calm. These small sums of money were used as investments. A few buns could be exchanged for the position of a section leader without any loss. If not, they would be used as dog feeds.
Ikuta Takaki didn't know that his subordinates had changed his zodiac sign. His eyes lit up when he saw Ryosuke Hase and others walking out of the hotel arm-in-arm. He swallowed hard and pointed at each other.
"Don't stay too far away later. There are many vehicles at this time and it's easy to lose track of us. We changed the license plate so we're not afraid of them finding out. If we are discovered, we must insist that it was just a coincidence."
"Understood, Lord Ikuta."
The short man pursed his lips. Two competitors happened to meet in such a large public concession. Who would believe that this was a coincidence. As the superintendent of the special high school section, Hase Ryosuke was not that easy to deal with.
Thinking of this, he started the car and did not drive out of the alley immediately. After confirming his target, he got in the car and left, then slowly followed him, and followed him all the way to the entrance of a luxurious nightclub.
To be honest, he was really sore.
It's the same as hanging out with others. What they eat is high-end cuisine, and what I eat is steamed buns. They go out to have fun, and I stand guard at the door. The treatment of the two is completely different.
"idiot."
The short man couldn't help but muttered that if Jin Jiang, the dead man who followed "Mr. Shen" in the drug case, was present, he would definitely cry with this person. This gap is really frustrating and even despairing.
The co-pilot, Takaki Ikuta, pretended not to hear what he said. He thought carefully for a while and decided that he couldn't just stay outside like this. Nightclubs were different from restaurants. There were many people and needed close surveillance.
He took out a fake beard and glasses from his pocket, and hurriedly put on a disguise. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs had many internal intelligence officers who had never performed tasks, and Takaki Ikuta was one of them.
After all, he is the son-in-law of the famous Matsumoto family. If he is caught by the Chinese or other countries in action, where will the dignity of the nobles go? They will have to deal with the common people.
"I'll go in and check the situation. You stay in the car and don't move around. Be ready to help me leave at any time. If I don't come out, you should immediately report today's situation to Consul Shizhu Shetaro."
Ikuta Takaki finished his sentence, walked to the door of the nightclub without looking back, and opened the heavy door. He was immediately surrounded by the sound of singing and dancing and the graceful girls inside.
"Gentlemen, what do you need?"
"Wine and women."
While looking for Ryosuke Hase under the dim light, Mr. Zou said to the waiter who came to inquire, and then said mysteriously: "Can you issue an invoice?"
"Of course, you come with me."
The waiter was very knowledgeable and took him to the corner with a wink. Soon, two beautiful women in cheongsam sat down on both sides of him. Takaki Ikuta's eyes widened and he murmured to himself.
"Yoshi~"
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