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Akio Sakura, that is, the army commissioner sent to Shanghai by the Tokyo General Staff Headquarters, has the rank of lieutenant general. I don't know how old he is, but he should be much older than Lieutenant Suzuki anyway.

The welcome ceremony arranged by the consulate was extremely grand, except for the headquarters and gendarmerie, all officials of the new government, big or small, were obliged to attend.The mayor and the Minister of Education, as "representatives of Sino-Japanese friendship, sent flowers at the train station. Reporters from major newspapers rushed to take pictures, and the band played all the way from the platform to the road.

Zhu Nanjiang was not able to appear in the team because he was responsible for maintaining law and order, so he escaped a catastrophe. Otherwise, when the photo with the commissioner was published in the newspaper the next day, God knows what he would be scolded for?

The welcome meeting lasted until the afternoon, and a temporary podium was set up at the train station. Lieutenant General Sakura gave a speech first, then the consul gave a speech, and the newly appointed Mayor Chen also came to the stage to give a speech.

Because Zhu Nanjiang was worried that someone would cause sabotage, he led the police officers to patrol and check the outposts non-stop. It was not until the welcome party was over and the commissioner was sent to the car that he breathed out exhausted physically and mentally.

The gala dinner in the evening was first held in a western-style restaurant, and as usual, there were lengthy speeches and speeches from all parties.Zhu Nanjiang didn't want to show off on this occasion, so he just huddled in a corner and ate food by himself after a busy day without eating.

The noise continued until ten o'clock in the evening. I thought it would be over like this, but I didn't expect Iwaizumi and others to have fun.I don't know whether it was a temporary arrangement or a pre-arranged one. More than a dozen cars drove over and took the person to a Japanese-style tavern in the former Japanese Concession, saying they wanted to change places to drink all night.

As the chief of the police station, Zhu Nanjiang couldn't get away, so he had to cheer up and get into the car with two or three colleagues who couldn't even pronounce their names.

When he got to the tavern he relaxed.

He had been to this street two or three years ago, and there were Japanese brothels all over the place, and the ladies included both Japanese and Chinese, and they accepted all kinds of clients.Judging from the appearance of this tavern, it probably used to be a brothel, but now it has been converted into a hotel and hotel. I don't know if it is really just a serious business.

Today, the upper and lower floors of this tavern are taken over by the consulate.Zhu Nanjiang and other government dignitaries accompanied the consul and officers of the headquarters on the second floor, sharing the same table with Lieutenant General Sakura.The rest of the officials, journalists, and people from the financial sector were on the first floor. Several tatami mats were combined into one room, which could accommodate sixty or seventy people in an instant.

Akio Sakura was about forty years old, he was a rare tall man among Japanese, and he had a burly figure. Sitting next to him, Consul Yoshimura looked like a chicken.When he was seated, Zhu Nanjiang had a face-to-face meeting with him, and saw the two small bean-like eyes under the high bridge of the nose fixed on his face like pinpricks, he was a shrewd and hard-to-fool appearance.

There were no speeches or speeches this time, and wine was served as soon as people arrived at the store.Serving the table together were five or six young women dressed in kimonos. They were richly dressed, and when they entered the room, they knelt down and sat next to several officers.Judging by their demeanor and demeanor, it was obvious that these military personnel had visited here for the first time, and this tavern was probably not a place for business.

Only consuls and Japanese military officers have special accompanying drinks, and other people do not enjoy this kind of treatment.Since Zhu Nanjiang had never met a Japanese woman before, he looked curiously at the women in costumes, and saw that their faces were painted very white, but their lips were bright red.Her petite body was wrapped in a heavy kimono. Although she was a small bird, she was not very flexible in every move.

After a while, another small woman in casual clothes came in with wine and sat down beside Lieutenant General Sakura.The two chatted happily in Japanese and behaved intimately, as if they had known each other for a long time.

"This bitch looks really good..."

"Hush! It's the lieutenant general."

The two Chinese people sitting next to each other began to discuss the romantic anecdote of Lieutenant General Sakura.Zhu Nanjiang pricked up his ears and listened, and learned that the Japanese woman was named Fujita Shizuko, the younger sister of the hotel owner. A few years ago, she had a brief friendship with Akio Sakura, who was doing intelligence work in Shanghai, and now it was a reconnection. .

After Zhu Nanjiang heard the story, he couldn't help turning his head to look at the face of Fujita Shizuko—almond eyes, a little makeup, she really looks good.At this time, Lieutenant General Sakura turned his head to look over here, he quickly looked away, picked up his glass and continued to drink.

After drinking, the atmosphere on the table became harmonious.

Zhu Nanjiang went to toast with his colleagues, Suzuki Zhongzuo praised him in front of General Sakura, and the latter picked up the tea towel and wiped off the sesame seeds sticking to the corner of his mouth: "Police chief? Okay, do it well!"

People from downstairs also came up to toast one after another, and they didn't go back after the toast, but gathered around the table with a wine glass.Zhu Nanjiang had no intention of socializing, so he simply made room for them, while he grabbed a pack of cigarettes and slipped out.

This is a pure Japanese-style building. The second floor was probably used as a hotel, but now half of it is furnished as a dining room, and the other half is still a guest room.There were already people standing in the corridor in twos and threes smoking, probably because they couldn't stand the noise in the box like myself, or maybe they just wanted to find a quiet place to talk.

Zhu Nanjiang walked around for a while, and found several empty rooms with open doors, so he went in and sat down happily.

——He is not interested in smoking while standing up, his legs are almost broken after running all day, now it is best to have a bathtub for him to soak in and sleep.

Not long after sitting down, a Japanese girl dressed as a servant came in with a basin in her arms, and she stopped in surprise when she saw him.

"Excuse me, can I sit here?" Zhu Nanjiang saw that the other party was going to clean the room, so he bent his legs and stood up from the tatami.

The girl didn't speak, bent down and put the basin on the ground, and began to wring towels and wipe the clothes rack on her own.Seeing that she had no intention of expelling him, Zhu Nanjiang felt relieved, and sat back unceremoniously.

"Is there a lighter? Matches are fine too."

Still no response.

Holding a cigarette in his hand, Zhu Nanjiang glanced back and forth twice at the opponent's protruding waist and buttocks, thinking: "The figure is pretty good, but it's a pity that I can't understand Chinese."

After wiping the table, the girl went out with the washbasin, and returned within a minute with a lighter in her hand.

Seeing this, Zhu Nanjiang was stunned for a moment. Could it be that this girl can understand her own words, but she is just a mute?

"Thank you..." He reached out to pick up the lighter, but the other party shrank his arms back with a smile, and pointed to the cigarettes on the table.

Zhu Nanjiang understood instantly, put the cigarette in his mouth and poked his neck forward.

The girl moved her body on her knees, wobbled closer like a small animal, and lit up the flame with a "snap".Zhu Nanjiang faced her at close range, and smelled the energetic and clean scent unique to young women.

The cigarette was lit.He took a breath and said "thank you" in the Japanese he just learned.The other party seemed to be amused, covered his mouth with his hands and smiled exaggeratedly, and then patted his knee naturally.

Zhu Nanjiang suspected that he had misremembered the words and made a fool of himself, but the other party kept smiling and didn't speak, so he could only cover up his embarrassment with a smile.

The author says:

Highlight warning, the next few chapters will be more exciting ∠(?」∠)_