Shanghai morning

Seeing the three men who just came in, Wang Yao's face became ugly. Al noticed his change, and he also recognized the leading man, who was the German who regarded Wang Yao as a thief that day.

The tall blond-haired German seemed helpless to his two companions. He held the over-excited auburn-haired young man on the left while he kept comforting the dissatisfied dark-brown-haired young man in glasses behind him.

"I have to stay away from them." Wang Yao didn't want to get into trouble again, and planned to hide in an inconspicuous place.

Al tacitly blocked him with his body.

"Ah! It's you!" Wang Yao felt his arm being pulled by the figure rushing towards him like a gust of wind.Looking back, it was a young man with reddish brown hair who just came in. Wang Yao felt that this person looked familiar, especially the lock of curled hair, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

"Great! I thought you weren't in Shanghai anymore! I went to the Huangpu River several times and didn't see you again. I didn't expect you to come here!" The young man ignored Wang Yao's stupefied expression and continued on his own.

"You are?" Wang Yao asked hesitantly.

"Huh? Don't you remember me?" The young man said in surprise, "I still want you to see my paintings!"

Wang Yao vaguely remembered something, but couldn't grasp it for a while.

Suddenly the blond German came up and said, "You really are the one in the painting—the one in Ferry's latest oil painting."

Wang Yao finally remembered that the young man who sketched for him by the river that morning was none other than Feliciano: "The one by the Huangpu River..."

"That's the first draft. I'm drawing a beautiful oil painting, which is based on that sketch," Ferry happily introduced. "I went so many times to take pictures, but I never met you again!"

"Forget it, you don't get up until after ten o'clock every day, who will hang out by the river at that time?" The German slapped Feliciano on the head hard, and the latter screamed.The German pulled Feliciano's shoulders and turned his whole body to the other side: "Play with you, but don't mess around with women!"

"Hey! Luther, don't be so rigid!" Feliciano happily flew to the place with the most women.

Looking helplessly at Feliciano who was running away happily, the German squeezed his forehead, and then said to Wang Yao seriously: "Hello, my name is Ludwig Beschmidt."

Wang Yao felt that the best way to get along peacefully was to pretend that nothing happened that day, and he naturally thought that Luther had the same idea, so he said politely: "Hi, Mr. Beschmidt, nice to meet you .”

Luther said bluntly: "I'm afraid you don't want to see me again, but I should apologize to you for the misunderstanding that day."

When he was bluntly pointed out the embarrassing things that day, Wang Yao was embarrassed for a while and didn't know how to answer. He couldn't help but think of his indiscriminate words and beating people after his rage that day.

When Wang Yao was speechless, Al, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Mr. Ludwig Beschmidt, my name is Alfred F. Jones, and I have admired your name for a long time."

"Long-awaited?" Luther looked at Al suspiciously, and he had already recognized the young American who had "handled justice" in front of him, "Hello, Mr. Jones, may I ask how long is the so-called 'long-awaited'?"

"Perhaps half an hour or so," Al smiled slyly, "when your brother Gilbert Beschmidt enters the arena."

Luther's expression became very unnatural. Although he remained calm on the surface, there was a warning in his gaze towards Al.On the other side, Al looked at Luther fearlessly, and leisurely took a glass of white wine from the waiter's plate.

This awkward atmosphere made Yao want to avoid it, and it happened that Arthur came over and called him: "Wang Yao, there is a guest you have to meet."

"Me?" Wang Yao asked hesitantly.

"This guest is Japanese," Arthur explained, "I think it is easier for you Orientals to communicate with each other. You should have a good chat with him."

Wang Yao had no choice but to follow Arthur to the other side of the hall, and saw a Japanese man in a white military uniform and a Japanese woman in a white kimono.

Arthur first briefly told the Japanese man Wang Yao's name, and then solemnly introduced to Wang Yao: "This is Mr. Honda Ju, the heir of the Yokohama Specie Bank, with noble Japanese royal blood."

Wang Yao stretched out his hand: "Hello, Mr. Honda."

Honda Ju looked at him coldly, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.This look made Wang Yao feel familiar, and suddenly his whole body turned cold.

"Hello, Wang Sang." Honda Ju shook Wang Yao's outstretched hand politely and arrogantly, his fingers were as cold as snakes.

Arthur had other entertainments, so he left Honda Chrysanthemum to Wang Yao, and signaled Wang Yao to be cautious with his eyes.

When Arthur walked away, Wang Yao didn't know what to say, and fell into an awkward stare with Honda Ju.Just when he was about to break the silence, the Japanese woman next to Honda Ju spoke first. She talked to Honda Ju in Japanese, and the two whispered something, completely leaving Wang Yao aside.

Wang Yao did not leave, nor did he stay.

Just when Wang Yao was determined to leave, Honda Ju suddenly said in Chinese with a strange accent: "Speak Chinese, so that Wang Sang can understand it too." Wang Yao didn't know that Honda Ju was actually a well-known talent in diplomatic circles. In addition to his mother tongue, he is also proficient in four foreign languages: English, German, Italian and Chinese.But like any Japanese, his Chinese always has a strange accent.

The woman glanced at Wang Yao and said in pure and authentic Chinese: "Mr. Honda, Mr. Wang, would you like something to drink?"

Wang Yao was surprised by the woman's Chinese, her accent was no different from that of ordinary Chinese.

Seeing Wang Yao's expression, Honda Ju smiled contemptuously yet gracefully, and sat down on the sofa next to him: "Please sit down, Wang Sang."

Suspiciously, Wang Yao sat down opposite Honda Ju.The Japanese woman brought two glasses of red wine, raised her eyebrows to the two of them, and then stood beside Honda Chrysanthemum with her hands down in a virtuous and meek manner.

"Wang Sang must be wondering why this girl's Chinese is so good?" Honda Ju sipped the ruby-colored liquid lightly, and his good upbringing made his movements as accurate and polite as a machine.

Wang Yao looked at the Japanese couple, nodded slightly, and unnaturally twirled the wine glass in his hand.

Honda Ju chuckled: "Because she is a Manchurian."

Wang Yao stared at the woman with wide eyes in shock. From head to toe, she didn't look like a Chinese at all.

"My name is Qijia Hai Lanzhu, a Manchurian." The woman said with a smile, "Many Manchurians who have received civilized education like me admire the long and splendid culture and advanced civilization of the Great Japanese Empire. Those of us with advanced consciousness All the Manchurians consciously look up to the Yamato nation, hoping to abandon barbarism, move toward civilization, and dedicate everything to the great 'Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere'!"

Wang Yao's expression changed from astonishment to sorrow, his face was pale, and the hand holding the wine glass was shaking.Honda Chrysanthemum watched his changes coldly, and raised the wine glass to his lips again with a sneer.

Hai Lanzhu continued: "Mr. Wang, among the Chinese people, you also have the foresight. The only way out is to abandon the humble barbaric culture and choose the advanced Western civilization."

Wang Yao almost crushed the wine glass in his hand. He almost couldn't restrain the urge to splash the wine on Hai Lanzhu's face, but being rough on a woman is not something he can do, so he suddenly poured the wine on the ground, Angrily got up and left these two people who disgusted him.

Looking at Wang Yao's back, Honda Chrysanthemum brought the cup to his mouth in enjoyment, and snorted coldly.