Although one of the two women was the elder and the other was the junior, they had a particularly good conversation because they were similar in age.
Although Miyako was well-educated, he always had little knowledge.
And Wang Zhenzhen is a perfect girl who has been beaten by society and lost her way.
The collision of different world views can always spark brilliant sparks.
Mia Zi talks about the customs and etiquette of Japan, and Wang Zhenzhen talks about the sophistication of Chinese people.
Time passed unknowingly until someone knocked on the door in the front hall. Wang Zhenzhen stood up and nodded to Miyako to apologize, "Master Wife, someone is coming in front. I'll go take a look."
Miyako nodded in response.
In the front hall, Wang Zhenzhen saw a Japanese officer wearing a second lieutenant uniform.
Seeing the Japanese officer, Wang Zhenzhen bowed slightly and said, "Mr. officer, what do you want from me?"
The officer looked Wang Zhenzhen up and down and then asked in blunt Chinese, "Are you Ms. Ju Daoji who often publishes factual comments in the evening newspaper recently?"
Wang Zhenzhen nodded slightly, "Yes! That's right!"
The officer shook his head and said with a bit of regret, "I always thought you were a Japanese girl, but I didn't expect you."
"My teacher is from Japan and is a master of swordsmanship. She got the pen name of Ju Dao Ji for me." Wang Zhenzhen said with a smile and humility.
The officer nodded, indicating that he could accept this.
"I love kendo very much. If I have the chance, I will definitely ask him for advice!" The officer nodded vigorously to show his respect for Xu San.
"I will tell you this. I think my teacher will be very happy to discuss with a master like you." Wang Zhenzhen continued to say politely.
"Then please!" The officer nodded again, very politely.
"Mr. Officer, what do you want to do when you come to our office this time?" Wang Zhenzhen stopped being polite and directly asked him the reason for his visit.
"That's it. The military department has an article that you need to write." The Japanese officer said, taking out a piece of paper from his briefcase and handing it to Wang Zhenzhen.
Wang Zhenzhen took the paper and read it carefully, "What does this mean?"
The Japanese officer smiled strangely and said, "This is what is happening. The military department hopes that Miss Kikudaoji can write an engaging article in accordance with the requirements above."
Wang Zhenzhen frowned and asked implicitly, "It's just the Eighth Route Army. Would it do such a thing?"
"Miss Judaoji, don't worry about the authenticity of the matter. If you need witnesses and testimony, I can take you to collect evidence now." The Japanese officer said still with a smile.
"The teacher taught me that I must be rigorous in writing factual comments, so Mr. Lao Officer is responsible for collecting evidence!" Wang Zhenzhen said and bowed to the Japanese officer.
"The car is at the door. Miss Kikudaoji can leave at any time." The officer returned the salute and extended his hand to make a gesture of invitation.
Wang Zhenzhen did not leave immediately, but thought for a moment, "My junior wife is still in the backyard. I need to ask for leave first, and then go find my junior brother and ask him to come over! Is that okay?"
"Okay!" The officer agreed readily.
In the backyard, Wang Zhenzhen and Mia Zi explained the situation and stood up to leave.
Looking at Wang Zhenzhen's leaving figure, Mia Zi couldn't help but murmur to himself, "Sure enough, he has a close relationship with the military. I didn't expect that even his disciples would be treated like this."
After saying that, she walked into the bedroom and clenched her fists in front of the mirror, "Miyako, you have to work hard, you must get married to him as soon as possible!"
At the entrance of the front hall, a black car started slowly and drove out in the direction of the south city gate.
Not long after, a rickshaw pulled a man wearing sunglasses and ran out of the side alley. After a pause, he turned and chased after the black car.
The man wearing sunglasses pulled up his glasses slightly, revealing a pair of big and lively eyes and a young face. If Xu San were nearby, he would definitely recognize this man as Lin Dong, Xiaohong's fiancé. .
Lin Dong stared at the car in front of him for a while and asked, "Brother Fang, can you catch up?"
"We can catch up, but we can't chase like this. We have to turn when we get to the front. Otherwise, if we follow all the way, it will be too conspicuous. But don't worry, they are heading for the south gate. There are comrades on the road. Will take over.”
"That's good!" Lin Dong said, pushing the glasses back to their original position.
After the rickshaw followed the black car for a street, it turned a corner and ran into a small alley. Then it began to speed up and whispered, "Comrade Xiaolin, sit tight, we may be being followed. If there is a moment, It’s dangerous, you run away first and don’t worry about me!”
After experiencing the massacre at Xiangshan Station, Lin Dong has matured a lot.
In the past, he would have said some rhetoric to the coachman, but now he knew that these rhetoric were just to embolden people and waste time. If he had the time, he might as well think about how to get out.
After thinking for a moment, he took off his gun and stuffed it into the coachman's waist.
The driver touched the pistol, put it in a convenient position, and said with a smile, "The bastard box, not bad!"
"The magazine is full, eight bullets!"
"It's so rich." The coachman said, then pressed the handlebar slightly, began to lean forward, and continued to increase speed.
After turning four turns in a row, the driver stopped at the door of a courtyard and said, "Jump in from here. There will be comrades inside to help you."
Lin Dong didn't talk nonsense. After nodding, he stepped on the rickshaw and rolled into the yard. As soon as he landed, a man wearing a felt hat came over and whispered to Lin Dong, "Follow me!"
Still no nonsense, Lin Dong followed the man into the house and came to a red leather box.
The box was opened, the man took out the quilt inside, and then removed the bottom board, "Get in, there is only one way, crawl forward in the dark, pay attention to the rope at the end, pull it twice, wait for ten seconds, pull it three times, and wait Someone will come to pick you up in a moment."
"Pull twice, pause for ten seconds, and then pull three times?!" Lin Dong repeated.
The man nodded and helped him get into the box.
"Be careful!" Lin Dong specifically warned before getting into the box.
The man smiled slightly and did not respond. Instead, he quickly placed the baffle and stuffed the quilt back in.
After closing the lid, the man quickly picked up the purple clay pot on the table, came to the yard, pulled out a leisure chair, and lay down on it.
Noisy sounds outside sounded, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth. He picked up the spout of the purple clay pot and took a sip. Then he cleared his throat and sang, "Bashu is stable in Jingxiang, and Wu is united to resist Cao and defend the border." A loyal heart supports the country and turns the Han Dynasty and the Jin family state around." (End of this chapter)
