On the day she wore the book, she was hunted down with three oceans in her hand

Tsuruta Ben paid special attention to Song Yugui. Not long after the messenger left, he hurried over.

Yun Chu raised his eyes again and looked at Tsuruta Ben limping across the threshold, his eyes narrowed slightly, he must have known.

"Comrade Song, have you thought about it?" Tsuruta Ben still smelled of sake. It looked like he had just enjoyed himself comfortably in the room. He stared at Song Yugui with a stern look, a polite expression and excitement in his eyes.

Song Yugui straightened up, nodded and said, "Yes, I have thought about it. Mr. Hetian, I promise you to join Shangfeng Hall."

Tsuruta Ben looked at him for a long time, and finally laughed out loud: "Okay, okay! Mr. Song, those who understand current affairs are heroes, and you are a hero! Don't worry, you will definitely have a bright future working for our Shangfeng Hall in the future. Infinite! The empire will protect you."

As he spoke, Tsuruta Ben's expression subtly glanced at Song Yugui, who paused slightly and did not understand the deeper meaning.

Yunchu stood aside and acted like a dummy again, but he heard clearly.

Her eyes flashed slightly, and sure enough, Tsuruta was an insider. He should have said it bluntly when the superiors issued the order. Japan's hierarchy is strict, otherwise they would not be so polite to Song Yugui.

Yunchu's eyes were full of pity, and he passed by Song Yugui without leaving a trace.

He wants to know the news about his mother so much, so he has great hope and love for her. What would he think if he knew that his biological mother was a Japanese and a famous Japanese intelligence politician?

Song Yuhui's journey to this point was not without the handiwork of his Japanese mother.

There are too many things involved in these matters. Song Yu's identity is complicated and he can only be regarded as a chess piece that all parties want to control.

"Okay! Now that we have reached a consensus, how about having a drink together to celebrate becoming colleagues in the future?"

Song Yugui sat up and propped himself up on the bed. He looked outside and saw that it was almost dusk.

Tsuruta Ben pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Have a drink together? That's fine!"

"Mr. Song, your body is not suitable for drinking..." Yun Chu looked up at the two of them again, bit his lip, and persuaded them.

Hearing this, Song Yugui frowned and looked at Yunchu displeasedly: "You are just a doctor, how can you still control me?"

Yunchu's face turned pale again, and he lowered his head in embarrassment, not daring to say anything more.

Tsurutamoto chuckled: "Oh, Mr. Song, how can it be appropriate to be so cold to such a beauty? My health is important, so we should wait until we return to Shanghai to have a drink, otherwise it will not be good if it interferes with our journey. "

Although he said so, Song Yugui showed no pretense to Yunchu, and he was very satisfied with it.

Song Yugui was alone in his family and was abandoned by the military commander. This was the most important thing to Shangfengtang.

There seems to be nothing wrong with Dr. Yun, but without investigation and verification, no one knows whether she is really innocent. What if she colludes with Song Yugui and tries to plot against him?

However, if you think about it carefully, where else can Song Yugui go besides relying on Shangfengtang?

"No! I've said it all. Is it possible that my body will collapse even if I drink a glass of wine?" Song Yugui stood up, staggering a bit, but Tsuruta quickly stepped forward to give him a hand.

Tsurutamoto shook his head: "Oh, Mr. Song, you better stop being so stubborn."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Song Yugui to say anything, he spoke to Yun Chu on the side: "Doctor Yun, is it time for Mr. Song to take medicine again? I'm sorry to bother you."

Yun Chu nodded again, turned around and left.

Song Yugui's suffocated voice came: "Wait! If you can't drink, then tell the kitchen to cook some dishes and let Mr. Tsuruta and I drink water instead of wine at the head office? I will join Shangfengtang in the future, how can I No celebration?"

After hearing this again, Yun Chu carefully turned his head to look at Tsuruta Ben, wanting to see if he agreed.

"You! You can't move under my command, can you?" Song Yugui was furious. As he spoke, he broke away from Heda Ben's hand and stepped forward to teach Yun Chu a lesson. He was so shocked that she fell back and kept shaking her. Head down.

Tsuruta Ben glanced at Song Yugui, his eyes full of disdain.

However, he still kept a gentle smile on his face. He grabbed Song Yugui, a guy who often went crazy and was emotionally unstable, and said to Yunchu: "Since Mr. Song has spoken, let's do what he said."

Yun Chu nodded again and quickly exited the room, not daring to look at Song Yugui again.

The moment he closed the door, Yunchu's dark eyes were very calm, with a chill in them.

As soon as she left, the room suddenly became quiet, but the anger on Song Yugui's face had not calmed down yet.

"Mr. Song, for such a beautiful woman as Dr. Yun, you don't have any sympathy for her?" Tsurutamoto smiled and let go of his hand, walked to a chair aside and sat down, his eyes turning around Song Yugui with interest. .

"Oh, it's just a woman, so what does it matter no matter how beautiful she is?" Song Yugui waved his hand and sat down on the other side of Tsurutamoto.

Tsuruta was noncommittal about this, and he had never been a lecherous person. However, he had to admit that even in the bustling city of Shanghai, there were only a few women as beautiful as Yunchu.

"Mr. Tsuruta, you are from Japan, and your Kyushu dialect is very good. There is no accent at all." Song Yugui asked this question, with a very curious look on his face. This Tsuruta was not said to be able to quote classics, but his idioms are. Used well.

Kyushu dialect is notoriously difficult, but most Japanese people seem to be able to speak a few words casually.

He had never cared about these things before, but now that there were more involved, he couldn't help but want to know more.

Since Tsuruta won't live long, he will naturally squeeze out as much news as he can.

Tsuruta Ben smiled and looked at Song Yugui: "It seems that Mr. Song rarely had any dealings with Japan when he was under military rule."

Song Yugui was puzzled, and then heard Tsuruta Ben continue: "It doesn't hurt to tell you, we will be our own people from now on."

"Kyushu is a vast territory. We in Japan cannot let go of this rich land. As early as decades ago, people like me who will serve the empire in the future learned the Kyushu language early in order to be able to sweep across Kyushu today. It can go more smoothly."

"Our Japanese Empire has been dormant for a long time. Whether it is military strength, determination to never back down in battle, or heroic courage, we have no shortage of it! Kyushu is destined to be ours!"

When Tsurutamoto said these words, he looked towards the distant land of Japan with a pious expression.

A coldness flashed in Song Yugui's eyes. The ambition of Japanese people had been brewing decades ago.

Thinking that the country was being pressed harder and harder by Japan, and that Japanese spies and traitors had even infiltrated into the military, Song Yugui felt an unspeakable sense of urgency.