Speaking of clothes, Xu San seemed to think of sailor uniforms, which are the jk, sailor uniforms that are talked about by future generations.
Xu San actually had two sets, and gave one to Xiaohong, but the other one was still in the warehouse.
"Is your school uniform a sailor uniform?"
"Sailor uniform?" Wang Zhenzhen asked doubtfully.
When talking about the sailor uniform, Xu San immediately showed his LSP style, turned over and began to describe the appearance of the sailor uniform.
After hearing what Wang Zhenzhen said, there was longing in her eyes, and she seemed to like the sailor uniform that Xu San described.
However, his eyes soon darkened, "The school uniforms are Chinese-style, imitating university uniforms. They are not the sailor uniforms that the teacher said. Are all the Japanese students you mentioned wearing such clothes?"
"No, but many schools have changed. The first one was Kyoto Heian Women's College, then Fukuoka Women's College, and then they followed suit. Of course, there is also the promotion of the military here."
"Does the military also intervene in the matter of school uniforms?"
"Well, this..." Xu San frowned, thinking about his words.
Wang Zhenzhen saw that Xu San was hesitant to speak, "If the teacher is in trouble, then there is no need to say anything."
"Actually, it's nothing. During the Westernization Movement, traditional kimonos and hakama were gradually abandoned, and male students gradually put on "Gakuran" stand-collar uniforms, which were basically the same as the military uniforms at that time. Giving military uniforms to students is also A symbol of martial spirit." Speaking of this, Xu San paused, and then continued: "But there were no special female soldier uniforms for female students to wear? So some people chose sailor uniforms!"
"It turns out like this. The teacher is really knowledgeable and knows so much."
"I am a reporter, so I should know these miscellaneous knowledge." Xu Sandan said. What he said was probably the knowledge that can be found everywhere on the Internet in later generations.
However, he was still pleased that the traitor school could maintain Chinese uniforms, but he still felt a little awkward looking at Wang Zhenzhen wearing a kimono.
He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was almost five o'clock, the sun was already heading west, and the time scheduled for his plan was getting closer and closer.
I continued to change my position. There was no support on the tatami, and it was really uncomfortable to sit on it.
"By the way, did Miss Huaze send someone here?" Xu San asked casually.
"Not yet, but Miss Huazawa always handles things steadily, so there shouldn't be any problems."
It's like there's no answer.
Forget it, I can't seem too impatient.
So, Xu San pretended not to care and asked, "Do you know where those Chinese women come from?"
Wang Zhenzhen shook her head, "Black Star will act very domineeringly in Taiyuan, but the woman Kameda lost to the teacher should not be from Taiyuan, I guess..."
"Speak directly, don't hold back, um...just treat it as an interview."
"Interview..." Wang Zhenzhen seemed to be even more afraid to say it when she heard this word.
Xu San waited for a long time, but still didn't hear anything from Wang Zhenzhen.
Sighing softly, "Hey, let's talk about something else. Do you know No. 73?"
"Know!"
"How are the women inside?" Xu San smiled brightly.
"It should be good." Wang Zhenzhen's tone was uncertain. It seemed that she only knew the name and didn't know the situation inside.
"Have you never been in?" Xu San asked, staring at Wang Zhenzhen.
Wang Zhenzhen nodded, "I only know that it's a very high-end place, and women like me can't get in."
"Then what kind of woman can go in?"
Wang Zhenzhen shook her head, and then said, "It's a membership system, and the guests who come in and out are all Japanese dignitaries."
"Then do you know how long Guildhall No. 73 has been open?"
Wang Zhenzhen thought for a moment, "About two years. Is the teacher interested in the women inside?"
Xu San pouted and said, "Of course I am interested. I am a reporter and I have always been interested in strange things."
"The background of No. 73 is very profound, much bigger than that of No. 52." Wang Zhenzhen looked at Xu San, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, "I advise the teacher not to ask too much about the background of No. 73 Guild Hall."
"Is there anything said in this? Or do you know something?"
"Actually, it's not a secret. About half a month ago, a Japanese businessman drank too much and tried to break into No. 73. As a result, he was beaten up by the guard at the door and dragged inside... After that, that The Japanese people disappeared from the world."
Even the Japanese are not spared?
It seems that No. 73 really has some skills. No wonder the Taoist priest went to all the trouble to find me to spy on him.
Xu San smacked his mouth, looking very unwilling, "Then I ask Miss Huaze to introduce me to it?"
"Well..." Wang Zhenzhen pondered for a moment, "That might be okay, but I don't think Miss Huaze will recommend it to you."
"Why?" Xu San asked curiously.
"How can you push your own guests to other places? Besides, I think Miss Huaze values you very much. Don't let her down?"
"Are you sure you're interested in it or not?" Xu San asked with a wicked smile.
Wang Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Xu San meant.
"Forget it, as a little girl like you, I can't tell the secret. Then let me ask you, do you know Miss Huaze's age?"
"She should be 26 years old." Wang Zhenzhen replied.
That flower girl is almost done.
Xu San touched her chin, wondering how to continue to have a relationship with Hua Ze, because she felt that if she wanted to enter Guild Hall No. 73, she had to start from her.
Xu San once thought about asking Li Si to explore at night, but later he abandoned this idea.
Because he felt that underground workers like Taiyuan should have had this idea a long time ago and had taken action.
Chatting casually with Wang Zhenzhen, intentionally or unintentionally, poking around for information about the club and Huaze.
Unconsciously, the sky became dark.
Wang Zhenzhen looked at the darkening sky outside and asked, "What do you want to have for dinner, teacher?"
"Just eat a bowl of noodles. The noodles from Jinxi still taste good."
"Then I'll ask the chef to make arrangements." Wang Zhenzhen said and wanted to stand up, but was pushed down by Xu San.
"You bring these servants from home and don't let them come tomorrow."
"Is it because the teacher thinks their hands are clumsy and their work is not clean?"
Xu San shook his head, "No, I need to be clean when I write the manuscript, and we can't afford to hire so many servants here."
"But....."
Xu San waved his hand, "I know this is your father's intention. When I finish this period of work, I will meet with him, um... tell him that this is a home visit."
"Home visit?" Wang Zhenzhen chewed on this unfamiliar vocabulary and looked at Xu San begging for an answer.
"Do you mean that the teacher is going to your house for dinner?" Xu San patted Wang Zhenzhen on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Let's go, the teacher invites you to eat noodles."
