Tang Qianyan

Bai Wusheng crushed the empty cigarette case, threw it into the wastebasket, flipped through another page of documents, without lifting his eyes: "Xiao Wei, smoke."

"Major...don't smoke." Xiao Wei was a little helpless. He had never seen the major so addicted to cigarettes before, and this was all in one box.

"Cigarettes, go buy them." Bai Wusheng flipped through a page of the document, speaking concisely.

"Okay, okay." Xiao Wei had no choice but to get up and go.

In fact, Bai Wusheng didn't have to smoke, but when he smoked, he could concentrate on the documents.

Instead of thinking about Tang Qianyan's face.

All the grants sent out a few days ago have been declined, which is beyond reason and expected.

It's not that Bai Wusheng had never imagined seeing Tang Qianyan again, but he never expected that Tang Qianyan would hate him when he saw him again.

It should be hated, after all, he has become the kind of person he hates the most.

Bai Wusheng put down the file and rubbed his forehead.

Forget it, he won't go to the theater again, won't look for him again.

When Xiao Wei bought cigarettes and came back, he also held two theater tickets in his hand, and his eyes were a little excited: "Look, major, Director Cai gave it to you! It turned out to be Boss Mei's theater tickets!"

"Oh." Bai Wusheng just took the cigarette: "Here you are."

"..."

The major obviously has no interest in watching theatre, Xiao Wei thought.

Cai Qiang found out that Bai Wusheng did not accept the theater ticket that night.

Sure enough, Major Bai only liked Boss Tang, and Cai Qiang became more certain of his thoughts. He searched all the information he could get about Bai Wusheng, and he had never seen Bai Wusheng have any relationship history.

Blank like a piece of rice paper.

Do you want to take a gamble?Cai Qiang squinted his eyes, unexpectedly full of confidence, he had never lost a bet.

Immediately took a pen, drew up an arrest warrant, and called his cronies in.

In this turbulent age, reality is more brutal than change.If you want to add a crime, there is no reason to worry about it. On the rails, even if you have nine lives, I also have ten cars. A piece of empty letter can be convicted. The most ridiculous thing is to be arrogant and broken more than anyone else. It hurts.

Some people chose to be indifferent, some people chose to deal with it numbly, and some people chose to join forces... tearing apart the romantic surface of the Republic of China, blood and tears filled their eyes.

When the arresting team from the police station entered the Chengyin Theater, it was the time of Zhao Yuhua's catastrophe.

The hundreds-year-old theater plaque was pulled off and broken to the ground. The captain of the arresting team threw the cigarette butts in the theater suitcase, and all of Ren Huamei's costumes were destroyed.

When Zhao Yuhua came, his heart was bleeding, but he could only make amends: "Masters, what's wrong?"

The captain of the arresting team waved his hand, and several soldiers rushed up and bound Zhao Yuhua and forced him to kneel down.

"Some people say that Boss Zhao is in contact with the police, so I have to trouble you to come with us." The captain of the arresting team smiled, then turned to the rest of the trembling troupe and said, "Boss Tang, please come to the police station. Maybe we can clarify for Boss Zhao."

Today's autumn wind is a bit cooler, the fallen leaves are slightly cool, the air is slightly cool, and even the sun is slightly cool.

When Tang Qianyan heard the news, she only said: "Why me."

Xiao Yun, Zhao Yuhua's married wife, thought that Tang Qianyan was unwilling, so she knelt down on her knees towards Tang Qianyan, crying so hard that she couldn't help herself: "Qianyan, please beg your sister-in-law, please! Yuhua, he I've always treated you kindly, you can't just ignore death!"

Tang Qianyan rushed to help her up, but she couldn't get up.

Xiaoyun burst into tears: "I won't get up if you don't agree, I don't understand why people from the police station came, but, Yuhua, how could he have any contact with □□..."

"Yuhua has always treated you like a biological brother, Qianyan begs you to save him, okay..."

"Yaomei was born not long ago, so she can't live without her father..."

Tang Qianyan bit her lip firmly. Since she stopped acting six years ago, she has lost her source of livelihood. Zhang Ma left, Rong Fu also left, and her old friends gradually stopped contacting each other. In the end, only Zhao Yuhua.

Yuhua has never given up on him, and has repeatedly lost his help and generously donated money to help him.

Yuhua doesn't know how to comfort or persuade people, he just says, "Qianyan, come to the troupe to help, the Chengyin Theater is always open to you."

Tang Qianyan smiled miserably: "Sister-in-law, get up, I will go, Yuhua will come back."

He just didn't understand why it was him and why it was him again.

Lost opera, lost Shunming, he is already a cumin, what else do those people want to take away?

The huge tea room is covered with tatami mats. In the middle of the tea room is a yellow wooden tea table in the shape of eight dragons and nine phoenixes. There is a complete tea set on the tea table. Water is boiled slowly in a very delicate transparent cup.

An old man with white hair in a blue kimono sat at the tea table, concentrating on making tea.

Bai Wusheng knocked lightly on the eaves of the door, the old man raised his head to see him, and smiled kindly: "Mr. Wusheng, welcome."

"Mr. Long Yi, excuse me." Bai Wusheng responded to the old man in fluent Japanese.

"Come in." Long Yi turned his head, focusing on the fusion of tea and water.

Bai Wusheng bent down and bowed before entering the room. He knelt down opposite Long Yi, straightened his upper body, and put his hands on his knees: "I heard that Mr. Long Yi is going back to Japan, so Wusheng specially came to say goodbye. After so long, Thanks to Mr. Long Yi for taking care of me."

Long Yi smiled, he liked this young man.

The first time he saw this young man was four years ago. At that time, Bai Wusheng was speaking stumbling Japanese with grammatical errors, and asked him: "Mr. Long Yi, hello, can I ask a few questions?"

But he couldn't stop asking a few questions, from military affairs to politics to culture, Long Yi could feel that this young man was quickly accepting the ever-changing world.

Probably because what he wanted was to dominate, not to be dominated, Long Yi thought, this young man has a stability and vision that does not match his age, even if he is ruthless enough to kill, he also knows how to back down.

"Mr. Wusheng, please use tea." Long Yi wiped the tea skillfully and handed it to Bai Wusheng.

Bai Wusheng took it with both hands, and thanked him solemnly.

"When people get old, they like to cultivate their body and mind, and they can't make achievements like Lord Wusheng." Long Yi expressed his feelings.

Long Yi saw all of Bai Wusheng's actions after returning from Japan. When necessary, he gave Bai Wusheng enough support, and even refuted with all his strength the Japanese high-level suggestion to replace Bai Wusheng's cultivation with Japanese.

"Mr. Long Yi's achievements are beyond reach." Bai Wusheng said.

Bai Wusheng is not flattering Long Yi, the Japanese family culture is deeply rooted, what Long Yi can represent is one of the rare big families in Japan, this family has achieved incomparable achievements in various fields, and its reputation is extremely high.

Long Yi just laughed, and suddenly said: "Mr. Wusheng knows, what is the difference between China and Japan?"

Bai Wusheng didn't understand Long Yi's intention, he hesitated a little and said: "Mr. Long Yi please enlighten me."

"Japan is not afraid to admit weakness, but China, you have been strong for too long, so long that you are afraid to admit weakness. Weakness is not terrible, what is terrible is ignorance and arrogance." Long Yi poured tea, spoke a little carelessly, then raised his eyes , eyes like torches: "I only hope that Lord Wusheng will never become an enemy of the Yamato nation."

"Wusheng... no way." Bai Wusheng said.

"Wushengjun is very strong, so I am willing to support Wushengjun." Long Yi sighed slightly: "But now, I hope that there is someone who can make Wushengjun let go of his utilitarian heart, let go of all kinds of grievances, and let go of the white head. For the rest of my life."

"China is very good, too good," Long Yi said in a soft voice, and said something else.

Bai Wusheng didn't understand this sentence at the time.It wasn't until 11 years later, when all the evils began to show their signs, that Bai Wusheng suddenly understood Long Yi's words at a certain moment.

That is an old Japanese proverb, translated into Chinese, it means: A man is not guilty, but a woman is guilty.

When Bai Wusheng bid farewell and walked out of Mr. Long Yi's mansion, he found that the weather in Beiping had become a bit colder, and his breath had gradually condensed into white mist.

Xiao Wei went to drive the car, Bai Wusheng got into the car and said, "Go to Director Cai's residence."

"Hey." Xiao Wei howled: "Major, are we going to an appointment again?"

"Drive well." Bai Wusheng said.

Although Cai Qiang never mentions the news of clenching the wind, there is no doubt that Cai Qiang has something to ask of him.

Bai Wusheng doesn't like to accept other people's affection, especially the kind of affection that may be blackmailed in the end, so he originally didn't intend to get involved in Cai Qiang's affairs.

But this time, Long Yi made him change his mind.

Among the Japanese military supplies that Cai Qiang wanted this time, there was the information he wanted.

He understands Cai Qiang's style, first to please him and let him accept his affection before making demands, Bai Wusheng smiled coldly, but if Cai Qiang wants to please him enough, it will really cost some money.

Bai Wusheng suddenly looked forward to what kind of surprise Cai Qiang would bring him.