Fengshun Lane in Nanping is not far from Akita District, where Japanese people gather. It is a very secluded alley. The buildings here include courtyard houses and Japanese-style wooden houses.
No. 18 Fengshun Lane is a small and exquisite Japanese garden. Although its area is not large, it is typical of the Japanese style. The space pursues twists and turns, making the small appear large. It is a very asymmetrical design, with roads and waterfronts. , terrain, etc. present natural meandering curves. The courtyard is very clean, the green shrubs are trimmed neatly, a few stepping stones are exposed on the surface of the small pond, the pillars are dotted with a few dark stone lanterns, the ground is paved with white sand and there are layers of pine trees. Among the green trees, the triangular wooden house roof and white paper windows are faintly exposed, which has a "hidden" artistic conception.
At this time, Lu Ming was sitting on the horse in front of the small courtyard, watching several children in the alley throwing sandbags and playing.
There is a distance of more than 100 meters from the alley entrance. A middle-aged woman carrying a vegetable basket came walking from the alley entrance. She was wearing floral clothes and trousers. She should be the hostess of a certain family in this alley. She had a kind of face. He is mean, his lips are thin, and his body is as thin as a stick.
When the children saw her, they shouted that the old witch was coming and dispersed.
Probably because he made a lot of noise while playing in the alley, he was often scolded by her.
"Sir, you and your wife have just moved here!" When Lu Ming approached, she stopped and asked curiously. The typical familiarity, with her thin legs standing, her posture was indeed very similar. The compass is the classic image of the eighth wife.
When asking, she looked into the courtyard more curiously, but her gaze was blocked by the green screen wall behind the courtyard door.
Lu Ming smiled and said, "Yes, we just moved here yesterday."
The woman smiled and pointed to a yard over there, "I am your neighbor, my surname is Li."
"Oh, Mrs. Li!" Lu Ming could only stand up. No matter what, the proper etiquette must be followed, even if the other party is a mean and talkative woman.
In fact, strictly speaking, Mrs. Li cannot be said to be her neighbor, because the neighbors of No. 18, namely No. 17 and No. 19, each live in several female spies from the Secret Bureau.
Mrs. Li's house is No. 20.
"How much did you buy this house? Or did you and your wife rent it?" Mrs. Li asked curiously, and she was indeed asking.
Lu Ming looked towards the entrance of the alley.
On the long street outside, a green tarpaulin truck carrying Japanese military police was passing by.
"Ah!" Mrs. Li spat on the ground, "Disgusting Japanese devil!"
Lu Ming looked at this long-tongued woman in surprise. In the East China Sea, some people at the bottom admired Japan very much. When he first arrived in the East China Sea, Wang Daan and Chen Qinghua debated this.
On the other hand, the elite class of the East China Sea people, as their status has improved in the past hundred years, have long looked down upon or even looked down upon the Japanese people, because as people from the East China Sea, they have a sense of superiority, and they are also the upper class among the people from the East China Sea. Most Westerners in China don’t take it seriously, let alone the Japanese.
On the contrary, the Northern Territory may lose everything. The people at the bottom are very proud of their blood. No matter how high the status of the Japanese people in the Northern Territory is, we can still look down on them from the bottom of our hearts.
However, the upper echelons of the Northern Territory relied on the Japanese people for more places, and gave the Japanese people a lot of super-national treatment that they should not have.
In such a society, the people cannot be stubborn. For example, Mrs. Li, who talks behind her back, but actually stands in front of the Japanese military police, must be scared to death, because the state machine that is supposed to protect your rights is not at this time. Your protective umbrella.
Despite this, Mrs. Li's scolding made Lu Ming feel happy, and his impression of this long-tongued woman suddenly improved.
However, the so-called "Japanese devil" is a different vocabulary in this world. Lu Ming automatically converted it to the meaning he was familiar with, which was already a conditioned reflex.
"Mrs. Li, we have moved to a new house and haven't visited the neighbors yet. I will bring some gifts another day."
Mrs. Li's face immediately burst into laughter, "Okay, okay, if there's no one at home, just wait. I'm either at the vegetable market or in a department store. I'll be back soon."
Lu Ming smiled: "It's time for me to enter the house."
"Okay, I'll go home and make soup for my wife!" Mrs. Li walked away with a vegetable basket in her arms.
Lu Ming picked up the horse and turned around. He had just walked around the screen wall when he saw a graceful figure walking on the white gravel path among the green shrubs. She was a beautiful young woman wearing a light black kimono. It was Asaha Yoshiko. Seeing Lu Ming turn around Looking at the screen wall, she bowed slightly and smiled sweetly: "Commissioner, how is the environment here?"
Lu Ming nodded: "Very good."
Seeing Lu Ming's hesitant expression, Asaba Yoshiko sighed softly, "I know, when I chatted with Erika, adults avoided me and didn't want to see me. Of course they were dissatisfied with Yoshiko, but sir, do you think, how many times did General Lu hit me?" The phone calls urged me, if I can do it as soon as possible, can I still not do it?”
Lu Ming said calmly: "I understand." He asked Asaba Yoshiko to find a way to bring Erika's maid Kyoko back, but Asaba Yoshiko agreed, but she still didn't bring her.
"Your Excellency may think that Yoshiko is neglecting you because the situation in the Northern Territory has changed, but that's not the case at all. Yoshiko is really in trouble. Maybe you can help Yoshiko?" As she spoke, Yoshiko Asaba said slightly. He glanced at Lu Ming with his long and charming eyes.
"Say it." Lu Ming's expression was dull, but he felt something in his heart, indicating that there was a way, but it was just an exchange of equal value.
As "General Lu", I still owe her a few big favors, including her help in getting rid of Chen Rongfu, including giving Erika to myself. Although I forwarded it to "Commissioner Zhang", these are all favors owed to her. .
Her favor with "General Lu" allowed her to fish for big fish in the long run, which was a long-term investment.
But for the things entrusted by "Commissioner Zhang", she had to exchange them for equal value.
If "Commissioner Zhang" wants to return to Jingzi, he needs to help her.
Over there, Yoshiko Asaba smiled lightly: "It's not a difficult task for the commissioner. On the 23rd, there was a cargo train coming from the south. Among them, the No. 7 container was inspected. The commissioner tried to find a way to let it pass." He added: "Commissioner, please Don't worry, it will never harm the interests of the Montenegro Department." He glanced at Lu Ming and said, "It's Fushou Ointment. It is legal to buy and sell in the Northern Territory, but the water tax for passing customs is too high."
"No. 23?" Lu Ming pondered.
Yoshiko Asaba looked at his expression and said with a smile: "Sir, a few months ago, Yoshiko already got rid of the guy who detained Kyoko. Now Kyoko is not suffering and just needs to recuperate her body. So, if you want me to do it as soon as possible, There’s nothing I can do.”
In this case, Lu Mingxin, even though he didn't know who that guy was, could he still survive when he worked with the Qianyu family to make lies and fool the top officials of Luodu? It's also a bit too naive.
"I'll think about it." Lu Ming made a gesture and ended the conversation.
Asaha Yoshiko smiled and watched Lu Ming's back disappear into the quiet alley, then turned to Shi Shiran and left the hospital. Soon there were several followers around her, holding up red umbrellas for her, and surrounding her towards the black car at the entrance of the alley. .
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