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Shen Lingjun thought about it, took the initiative to take over this matter, and said to Xu Huaiqing: "Come with me, if you can't find anyone in the Japanese director's office, I will ask you for you."

Xu Huaiqing was very grateful when he heard this, but it was not the right occasion and time to express his thanks again and again, so he just said thank you very sincerely.

Shen Lingjun said: "You don't have to be so polite, it's only natural for friends to help each other. We exchange the same things with each other. I believe Teacher Xu will also lend a helping hand."

"Besides." Shen Lingjun smiled, "It's not a big deal, it's just a matter of little effort."

Xu Huaiqing also laughed, and at the same time boasted: "Your idioms are much smoother than before."

Shen Lingjun replied complacently and modestly: "It's so-so, it can be considered easy, but it can't be considered unimpeded."

Xu Huaiqing: "..."

The secretary-general beside him couldn't hold back, and blurted out a reminder: "Little classmate, you still need to practice some more."

The three of them said a few words like this, and walked along the promenade of the office building of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce, turned left and right by Shen Lingjun, and stopped in front of the room with the Japanese rising sun flag after a while.

All three of them were silent, this door was not soundproof, the voices of people talking inside came from the crack of the door, Shen Lingjun knocked on the door first, and the voices inside fell silent.

He said: "Mr. Takahashi, hello, I'm Ryan, may I bother you for a while?"

The voice of Mr. Takahashi in the office came out: "So it's Mr. Ryan, please come in."

Shen Lingjun pushed open the door, he flashed into the office first, and gestured to Xu Huaiqing and the Secretary-General to wait.

The two nodded, and when the young British man of yellow race disappeared in front of his eyes, the Secretary-General said in a low voice: "It's fortunate that I met this Mr. Shen. Although he serves the British government, he doesn't seem to have eyes on his head like those white people. stupid."

Xu Huaiqing sighed: "If the country is strong, how dare they be so rampant in China?"

The Secretary-General also looked bad, but he also shut up and stopped speaking.

It was a different scene in the office. Shen Lingjun stepped into the room, and the curtains were pulled to both sides, so today's sunny weather poured into the room, and two people sat and stood in the brilliant light. He didn't know his height, but the standing Japanese officer was indeed a dwarf who was not at all watery after Shen Lingjun came in.

When Shen Lingjun came in, the two were chatting.

One of the short officers, Saburo Mochizuki was holding a newspaper, and said in a soft voice: "Chinese novels are very different from our current popular style. Recently, this article is quite popular. Regardless of other things, it is indeed second to none. If it is translated to our country, it should be very popular."

Another person said: "Oh? Is that right? I'm also curious about what Mochizuki-kun said. I'll read it when I have time."

The person sitting behind the solid wood desk and responding to Saburo Mochizuki is the Mr. Gaoqiao that Shen Lingjun said.

After he finished speaking, he looked at the young man who came in. He treated the British Chinese officer with a friendly and polite smile, but it was just right and never flattering. Kong Dajia came to my place?"

Shen Lingjun was taken aback for a moment, and asked a little puzzled: "The word "Dajialai"...isn't it appropriate to use it here?"

Mr. Takahashi thought what the British Baihua was here for, but when he asked him, because Chinese was not his mother tongue after all, he also showed an expression of genuine doubts, and defended himself: "My Chinese is only proficient, if Please forgive me for using the wrong vocabulary.”

Shen Lingjun: "My Chinese is not very good either—at least not as good as English."

Mr. Takahashi was even more embarrassed: "My English is not as good as Chinese. Mr. Ryan should speak Chinese with me. Of course, it would be even better if you can speak Japanese."

Shen Lingjun: "Japanese is really difficult, but of course Chinese classical Chinese is better."

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Takahashi immediately agreed with him, and he opened his mouth and complained about the extraordinarily anti-human language system of Huaxia Classical Chinese.

Mochizuki Saburo, who was ignored by the side, had to interrupt aloud when he saw that the two people's conversations were getting more and more off topic.

He looked straight at the young man whom he had met for the second time and asked, "It turned out to be Second Lieutenant Ryan—I didn't expect to meet again here. In Chinese, it can be called a fateful meeting. "

Mr. Takahashi's voice gradually stopped, he looked at the two people curiously, and asked, "Have you two met before?"

Shen Lingjun's eyes also slowly shifted from Mr. Takahashi's to Mochizuki Saburo's face.

His face was too pale, so since he was a child, his eyebrows and eyeballs were set off too darkly, so when he stared at those eyes, he felt that the darkness was heavy, and there was always a certain weighty emotion.

Whether it's good, bad, or just a half-smile, it makes you wonder and wonder secretly...

But looking at Mochizuki Saburo's delicate and slightly immature baby face, Shen Lingjun saw that on this beautiful face that made him unable to figure out his age, those eyes were the same black glass-like eyes without any other colors other than black, Under the clear eyeballs lurks a treachery that cannot be concealed at all.

Shen Lingjun's tone was gentle: "Maybe it's not fate."

Mochizuki Saburo was very surprised, surprised by this answer, so he said with interest: "Could it be that Second Lieutenant Ryan came to me on his own initiative?"

Shen Lingjun smiled and said, "Maybe that's exactly the case."

Mochizuki Saburo was stunned for a moment, and saw that he looked at this tall British Chinese officer with a faintly wild interest. This time, he looked at this handsome officer again, and there was something inexplicable. mean.

Shen Lingjun's gaze turned cold, and he chewed out a mouthful of boredom, avoiding Mochizuki Saburo's gaze, and replied indifferently: "It's just entrusted by others, Mr. Xu Huaiqing has been looking for you for a long time, I am just a guide."

After all, he didn't want to meet the short officer's eyes anymore, and without waiting for the other party's answer, he turned around and asked Xu Huaiqing and the Secretary-General to come in, which was not at all embarrassing.

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As for Xu Huaiqing looking for Mochizuki Saburo in such a hurry, Shen Ling didn't know what to talk about, so Xu Shaoting listened to it tonight.

Xu Huaiqing returned home long after dinner time, and the telephone at home was installed in the corridor on the first floor, closest to Shaoting's room.

He finished writing a chapter, stretched his arms and legs, went to the bedroom and wanted to go to the kitchen to get a bottle of soda to drink, just as he took two steps to turn a corner, Xu Huaiqing's voice came to his ears uninvited.

He then heard Xu Huaiqing say: "It is not necessary to learn Japanese since elementary school, and the right to compile textbooks must also be assigned by the Japanese to send scholars to our Ministry of Education, and all textbooks provided by them will be used in the future."

"Manzhouli is doing this, under the banner of common prosperity in the Asian circle, other foreign countries are just making money from China, and Japan is treating Chinese people as dogs-do you want to domesticate my Chinese youth from this generation!"

Xu Shaoting only heard the angry words. Although his modern history is not good, he does have some memories. At the same time, he secretly thought: There are many ways to invade a country, but as long as the aborigines on the land do not die out, they will always stand up again. that day.

The only way to really occupy this country is to invade completely culturally.

Just like the descendants are all Asians, the French have a good impression of Koreans-many Chinese people don't know that many young people in France grew up watching Korean dramas.

Similarly, before many of us went abroad, the first impression we had of white people in Europe and America was that Americans were warm and hearty, British gentlemen, and French elegant.

Why do Chinese people who have never been abroad, or even Chinese people who have never dealt with foreigners at all, think that the moon in foreign countries is rounder than that in China?

This is the role of cultural export-the country opened by cannons and guns is nothing but hard-line aggression, and what is left to the aborigines is the hatred of generations.

Culture is the aggression of soft power. Compared with wars that are visible to the naked eye, it erodes people's thoughts step by step. Without a single soldier, it will completely betray people ideologically.

The era a hundred years ago was a ruthless war that took lives, and the era of peace a hundred years later will be a war of cultures.The United States is the best at this point. Instead of using guns and shells, they used film music to open the doors of other countries and exported American culture to the world——

This is why Chinese people who have never been abroad and do not know foreigners think that other countries are better.

The United States in the 21st century is tantamount to winning an invisible war invisibly.

Xu Shaoting didn't have time to retract his feet, and he popped his head out of that sound unexpectedly, and met Xu Huaiqing who was still holding the microphone and was still angry.

Xu Huaiqing didn't care about his son, and said on the phone: "Then Mochizuki Saburo actually said: You Huaxia spend so much money every year to send students abroad. The main places to study abroad are the United Kingdom, the United States, and Japan. Now we take the initiative to provide you with Japanese teachers. To give your students an education that costs a lot of money to receive in Japan, what we are going to do is not different from what you spend a lot of money on stipends every year, and what your government does.”

Xu Huaiqing: "It's all right for this Japanese dwarf to say so. Our people actually have people who agree with them. It's fine to kneel upright on weekdays. I don't ask them to do anything serious, but this time they're making trouble!"

Shaoting stepped lightly, listening to such words, tried his best to reduce his sense of existence, and walked past the angry Xu Huaiqing, thinking in his heart: Xu Huaiqing's brain is really smart, he always thinks things more thoroughly than others a lot.

If only he had a brain like that.

At the same time, I thought in my heart, not to mention that China is weak and poor, the weak country has no diplomacy, and there is no cultural export.

Although due to the [-] Movement, many Chinese hated Japan very much, but when it comes to the Japanese, many people still admire them, thinking that they are polite, and that an island country can become one of the world powers today. Huaxia should make friends with him...

What can he say: It is human nature to be strong.

But don't forget: Greed is also human nature.

Strength and greed are never conflicting traits, but strength and greed are accompanied by each other at the same time.