Fengtian past events

Hideo Henggou, the official title is Shaozuo.A few months ago, we met in the Luo Mansion.The official Shao Zuo said he was not big or small, but Henggou is very interesting. From the Fengtian Gendarmerie to the Harbin Kwantung Army's Epidemic Prevention and Water Supply Department, he can always find a very delicate position between China and Japan .At the very least, the Manchu officials, who were the loudest, also maintained a certain attitude of not breaking the river with him.

He hesitated for a moment.I'm not sure about Zou Shengzu's position, but since he's asking for help, he should show the corresponding sincerity and tell all he knows: "Speaking of which, he still has some contacts with Mr. Luo, and it seems that he is not unfamiliar."

Zou Shengzu bent his ring finger and tapped on the table with great interest, and asked with a smile, "Are you going to ask Mr. Luo?"

I rolled my eyes: "Why are you talking so much nonsense if you want to beg him? The last time you let Boss Meng go, you owe him a favor—speaking of which," I narrowed my eyes and glared at him, " I haven't settled accounts with you yet, is it fun to play with the dignified director as a monkey?"

This was only later figured out.Mr. Yi Luo's love for Boss Meng and Boss Meng's self-confident and lofty personality are probably the prison that Boss Meng chose to enter. The boss is out of prison.

As for why Boss Meng succumbed to Mr. Luo's despotic power after he was released from prison, it's hard to say.As I said before, who doesn't have a secret in this season?

He also squinted his eyes. His expression made me feel very familiar for no reason, as if I had seen it somewhere.

"I thought this matter had been exposed a long time ago." He smiled proudly, like Yining's cat who was satisfied after stealing the meat, "Aren't we talking about Fushan's problem?"

"Yes," he poured another glass of wine and drank it down without being polite to him.He frowned, very dissatisfied with my taste of cattle drink, "Then you go and tell me about it, don't tell me there is nothing you can do. Henggou is in Harbin now, and he can't fly here even with wings. How can you care about it?" What the hell? If you can't handle Fukuyama, don't say I look down on you."

He laughed: "You think I'm a fairy? Can you do anything?"

"That's right," I nodded, "I don't think you are a fairy."

"Well, with what you said, I have to settle it for you, right?" He said, dangling his wine glass as a gentleman, "Then you have to get something in exchange, right? There's nothing in the sky. Pie?" With a wide grin, "I'm a businessman."

"...You say." After thinking for a while, he added, "Of course it can be done."

I couldn't help but feel a little bit disappointed. Unknowingly, I classified him as one of my own and regarded him as a reliable friend, but he still wanted to say something in exchange, which was not in line with my philosophy.It is more comfortable for him to say "I also need your help with something" than to say "exchange something".

He lazily leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his legs, so extravagant | flow!

I saw him take out a newspaper clipping from the drawer, push it under my nose, and said, "Then explain what's going on?"

He lowered his head and took a glance. The newspaper was published a few days ago, and it said that the accompanying students of the German military academy were assassinated to death in a premeditated manner by high-level KMT officials working in Fengtian underground.

I glanced at him, and he was still in the same posture, without blinking his eyes.

"Oh, this, didn't you say it was planned by the KMT|KMT?" I said, "The higher-ups judged it this way, so this is the truth."

He nodded: "Very good," he said, taking a sip of red wine, "Very good."

His attitude made me shudder.He seems to know everything, everything under control.

The combination of the German-Italian-Japanese Alliance is a disaster for the world. They wantonly advocate the distinction between good and bad nationalities, militarism, and wantonly invading other countries.

The order I received was to do everything possible to provoke the relationship between the three countries and gradually disintegrate their alliance.That dinner party was a good opportunity, but it was a pity that the student died, and Japan pushed out the common enemy of both sides, so the mission failed.

If that student didn't die, it probably wouldn't have failed.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of Liu Guoqing.Even if he wasn't the mastermind behind this incident, he still couldn't get away with it.

But just as I deliberately kept some little secrets from him, he has no obligation to be honest with me.

Perhaps, for us, the frankness in bed is the maximum concession.

As the sky was getting dark, Yicheng Yining ran into the house alone with a big stick of marshmallow, eating it all over his face.After wiping the two of them, and then listening to the two of them reciting the alphabet, Yicheng finally won the watch with a slight advantage.

I was about to evade—this is not a piece of candy, just take it and give it back next time, the gift is too heavy to pay back at all—but Zou Shengzu stopped me and said: "This is just a small thing for me, don't worry about it .I know you want face, so just treat it as me bribing you. There will be many places where you can help me in the future, director."

The final sound of "Director" turned a corner.

Slowly put down his hand, watched Zou Shengzu put the watch on Yicheng's wrist, praised him a few words, and then said to Yining who was about to cry: "Don't worry, you are doing very well, uncle also has a gift for you."

Yining sniffled: "What gift?"

Zou Shengzu picked her up, opened the door of the bookcase, took a music box from the shelf, stuffed it into Yining's hand, and said softly, "Open the lid."

Inside, there are two little ballet figures dancing in circles, the sliding trajectory is a figure-of-eight, and the music is "For Alice".

Yining immediately laughed through tears: "Thank you uncle!"

I was a little helpless, and I couldn't say anything.But I am very happy that my daughter is likable.

Before leaving, Zou Shengzu suggested: "When the weather clears up next week, let's go out together. You call Liu Guoqing, and I'll call Mr. Luo. It's better to be in Dongling."

I complied, and took one home with each hand.

Yicheng Yining still dare not go back.Yining raised her face and asked me: "Can we still go to Daddy's house?"

Sighing, I really want to tell her that dad wants to see her dad more than she does.

But I can only say: "No. If I don't go back again, how worried should Mom be?"

Yining curled her mouth: "Mom will definitely scold me."

Yicheng said: "Just scolding you, my mother will beat me!"

I made a straight face and said, "If you make a mistake, you will be punished! You two, go back to school tomorrow! Do you hear me?"

The two brothers and sisters are like two lambs waiting to be slaughtered, dejectedly waiting for their mother to go crazy.

It's just that when we got home, the wife didn't get mad at the two little bastards, but in front of the children and servants, she came up with all her strength and slapped Lao Tzu first!

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