Spy Wars: I signed in at the Military Police at the beginning

Zhou Ke and his two companions, followed by a large group of military police, were soon led by Major Yoshino, whose facial expression was twitching, into a not-too-spacious office in the barracks.

"Sir, you have such a good taste. There are not many imperial officers like you who like to cultivate their sentiments through painting landscapes. Especially the blank space in your paintings, I think it is very clever at first glance!" Zhou Ke said from the bottom of his heart as he looked at the office covered with fine rice paper with graffiti.

At this time, the lifestyles of Japanese officers were severely polarized. Apart from making money, they were also thinking about gaining merit. This was very different from when they first came to China, when they enjoyed pretending to be cultured and studying ancient Chinese books and calligraphy and painting in their spare time.

"That's calligraphy! How unlearned!" Major Yoshino glared at Zhou Ke with a red face.

"Commander Yoshino is right! I am indeed not a person who is proficient in writing. The main reason we came to bother you this time is to apologize to you!"

As Zhou Ke finished speaking, Mao Lihongyuan said, "Sir, we didn't want to have a conflict with your subordinates at the dock before!"

"We're really sorry!" The three of them said this and bowed in unison to Major Yoshino, who had not yet reacted.

"Hey, hey, I'm not an unreasonable person. You don't have to be like this! Especially Matsuda-kun and Yokoyama-kun, we are neighbors. There's no need to be so formal!" Major Yoshino nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the three juniors who were known as detectives but were not arrogant.

The bad rumors he had heard before were really outrageous. Major Yoshino even envied Lieutenant Colonel Tokugawa. He was obviously a greedy and immoral imperial parasite, but his subordinates were so excellent. He would have to give those useless subordinates more weight!

"Sir, we know you won't accept expensive gifts, but it would be impolite for us to come and visit you without gifts, so we brought some cheap things and please accept them!" Zhou Ke said as he put the mooncake in his hand on the table, and the other two followed suit!

"Hey, aren't your gifts valuable? I can't accept them. Take them all back!" Major Yoshino couldn't help but secretly click his tongue when he looked at the gifts given by the three people.

"Sir, you have misunderstood. I actually made this tea myself, but I put it in this box with better packaging!" As soon as Yokoyama Yong said this, Zhou Ke and the others also reacted.

Although the things of several people were not good, they looked very good. Especially Yokoyama Yong, because he couldn't find a suitable box at the moment, he used the box of the best special tea he had drunk.

Although Major Yoshino prided himself on his high moral character and said he would not drink anything that was too indulgent, he must have seen it himself.

"Needless to say, this mooncake brand is very famous in Shanghai, but the ingredients inside are made by my chef. Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, sir, please accept this gift from me!"

Zhou Ke lied. This mooncake was actually the famous brand on the package. It was just that the people in Songtian Hall had never eaten it. It had been stored for some years.

"Needless to say, this is my humble work, please give me your comments!" Mao Lihong said as he spread out the scroll. Although he didn't draw Guan Gong riding a motorcycle, it wasn't much different. Not to mention the poor painting skills, the content was also very abstract!

"Hehe, Mao Lijun, you are not telling the truth! Your painting has some Tang Bohu style to it. The old man wearing a hakama with floral patterns and sitting on a chair under a pine tree, watching the sunset, is very vividly painted by you! Is this Shimazu Takahisa? It's just that you painted the two family crests on his clothes incorrectly, you added one more stroke!" Major Yoshino pointed to the content of the painting and commented on it in a knowledgeable manner.

Zhou Ke couldn't help but lean over to take a closer look. This guy is clearly an old man sitting in a wheelchair looking at the moon! Whose chair has two wheels? The sun is full of craters!

"I will accept Mori-kun's own painting, but please take your two gifts back with you!" Although Major Yoshino also wanted to taste the specially supplied tea and the mooncakes that were famous in Shanghai, the tests over the years made him make the right choice.

"Commander Yoshino, actually we are here for another reason, and that is to ask for calligraphy! I have heard of your name in the jurisdiction before, and I would like to take this opportunity to ask you to write a piece for me! The things between me and Tokugawa-kun will be considered as your fee!" Zhou Ke just kept talking nonsense!

"Have you heard of my name? Or in calligraphy?" Major Yoshino's voice trembled slightly when he said this, and he seemed a little excited.

"Sir, what Matsuda said is right. I have always wanted to hang a painting on the wall of my office!" Yokoyama Isamu confirmed Zhou Ke's lies.

"How can only one painting be enough for the three of you? One painting each!" After saying this, Major Yoshino took out a few sheets of fine rice paper from the drawer of his desk and began to doodle.

"I want to ask for a picture of regret!"

"Sir, I regret this!"

"I want to take the blame!"

Although he thought the idioms that the three people wanted to hang had some unique meanings, Major Yoshino was in high spirits and still satisfied them one by one. He even rewrote the entire sheet several times if he felt there were some parts that were not written well.

The three men who had achieved their goal soon left the Yoshino Military Police Station with the farewell of Major Yoshino. After watching the three men walk away, Major Yoshino returned to his office in a lightning-fast manner amid the astonished eyes of his subordinates.

A moment later, Major Yoshino, with a look of enjoyment on his face, was holding a piece of aged mooncake sent by Zhou Ke in one hand and a cup of green belt sent by Yokoyama-kun in the other, admiring the picture of an old man in a wheelchair admiring the moon on the table.

"Matsuda-kun, do you think that major will have diarrhea?"

"Mr. Yokoyama, I don't think so. After all, wild boars can't eat fine bran! What we sent is not fine bran!"

"Hahaha!" The three of them drove to the Shanghai Military Police Headquarters on Xuchang Road amid laughter.

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"Did that kid Yoshino Han'ang really say that?" Major General Takeuchi stared at Zhou Ke and the other two in front of him with disbelief, trying to find a flaw on their faces.

"Minister, it's true! Commander Yoshino even shed tears and wrote three words, asking us to hand them to you personally to express his apologies over the years!" After Zhou Ke finished speaking, he handed over the three words whose ink had not yet completely dried.

"Alas, I was also wrong back then. Why is this kid doing this? I am his father's best friend!" Major General Takeuchi's eyes turned red as he stroked the water stains on the rice paper that Zhou Ke had sprinkled there himself.

"Thank you three guys today! Go back and tell that kid that uncle never held a grudge against him. I will definitely reserve a spot for their gendarmerie team to go to the front this time!"

At this moment, the Yoshino gendarmerie was being tortured twice as hard, but they didn't know that their fate had quietly changed. It wouldn't be long before they were sent to the Changsha battle front where the situation was becoming increasingly severe!