The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

After Editor-in-Chief He chatted with Shao Ting that day, Editor-in-Chief He's words eased Shao Ting's heart.Knowing that he should not have any personal safety problems, Shaoting wrote 21 words and went to bed after dinner after Editor-in-Chief He left. Compared with his current schedule in the [-]st century, it can be said that he is very ordinary.

Editor-in-Chief He excitedly ran to the printing factory to change the characters, but he still didn't come home around eleven o'clock that night.Just as he was considering whether to simply sleep here tonight, a small team of people from the Shanghai stock market patrol room stormed in, telling the workers to stop printing without saying a word.

Everyone stopped their work, and the leading squad leader bowed slightly respectfully, and saw a man of small stature, dressed in the uniform of the Japanese Gendarmerie, slowly standing out at the head.

Editor-in-Chief He raised his eyes. It was not the first time he had encountered this, but he could bend and stretch. He walked up to him with a smile and asked cautiously: "On weekdays, tabloids only publish some novels, prose and poems, and some interesting talks about Shanghai stock market... . . . Trouble the sheriffs and make a trip at night—”

Before he finished speaking, the captain of the patrol room who took the lead shook his head at him, and said politely to Editor-in-Chief He: "I also read the "Shanghai Morning News" every day, but it will probably stop publishing tomorrow—or I will trouble you to work overtime, and the thousand The novel "Our World" written by Feng Mingyue is no longer serialized, so there is no need to stop publication tomorrow."

Editor-in-Chief He almost thought that he had heard the wrong thing, and he stared at the man in disbelief: "You mean, if the "Shanghai Morning Post" wants to publish normally tomorrow, the novel "Our World" must be removed. Can?"

The captain of the patrol room nodded: "Exactly."

Editor-in-Chief He couldn't help raising his voice: "The sales of our newspaper have increased so much—how many people subscribed to our newspaper just because of Mr. Qianfeng's novels."

After the captain heard this, he was also suffering and couldn't tell.He himself is also catching up on this novel every day, but the orders from his superiors, and the Japanese personally urged them to "ransack the house", all he can do is to be more polite to Editor-in-Chief He.

Editor-in-Chief He was so anxious that he couldn't care less about being cautious, and asked eagerly, "Why can't it be serialized? I haven't heard any news before—"

The man was not tall, and although he was regarded as the leader by the team leader, he was always very interested. He didn't make a sound since he came in. He just picked up a newspaper with a warm graphite smell, as if he could read Chinese characters. It seems to look at the above content.

It's the serialization page of "Our World", and the latest chapter has changed the names of Igarashi and others.

When the man spoke, his voice was soft and gentle. He interrupted Editor-in-Chief He's questioning, and said with a smile, "Why did you change the name? Do you think this really hurt the great friendship of our Greater East Asia's common prosperity?"

All the voices of Editor-in-Chief He were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't raise his breath. Looking at this Japanese military policeman, it was obvious that his position was not low, and he was by no means a young soldier.I am even more surprised that this person speaks Chinese so authentically, that is, he can really understand Chinese and read Chinese characters and read articles.

The team leader immediately smiled obsequiously: "It has already been changed, so it's easy to say that everything has been changed. Look at Mr. Mochizuki, it must not be an intentional insinuation. After all, Mr. Qianfeng has always written with a rich imagination."

Editor-in-Chief He's weather at the beginning of May, his brow was sweating anxiously, and just about to agree, the dwarf called Mr. Mochizuki had already said something that chilled his heart in a gentle and gentle manner.

"Don't stand here as a statue, all move."

The well-trained police officers from the patrol room who were still on standby came forward, and the workers immediately hid in the corner when they saw this.

Only the factory owner shouted distressedly: "Don't touch the machine! They are all imported, so expensive!"

Those people just ruthlessly removed all the printed "Shanghai Morning News" that will be issued tomorrow, whether it was bound or loose pages, and piled them all up in the open space outside the printing factory.

After everything was moved, even the corners were searched. Editor-in-Chief He and the owner of the printing factory supported each other, and saw that Mr. Mochizuki turned his back and watched piles of newspapers being set ablaze happily with a smile on his face.Mars was flying with confetti, and Editor-in-Chief He looked at the burnt newspaper in great grief.

He wanted to rush to put out the fire, but the boss of the printing factory grabbed him tightly and said quickly in a low voice: "Old He, you just burned the newspaper, and you can print it again. If you want to do something else, you will be arrested, but the loss outweighs the gain! "

Editor-in-Chief He sniffled, tears of heartache in the end, and when the embers were still burning, he turned his head and jerked violently, not knowing when Mr. Mochizuki was staring at him.

Amidst the smell of smoke and fire, this person's expression became more and more gentle, which made people feel that he was not like a normal person.

Editor He straightened his back and looked at the Japanese without hesitation.

Just listen to Mochizuki's soft and slow voice asking: "How is Xu Shaoting's health recently?"

As soon as the name came out, Editor-in-Chief He didn't dare to say anything.

Mochizuki looked at him, not caring whether he answered or not, and continued talking to herself: "This novel is very good, it would be a pity if it were to be discontinued. After the busy days are over, I will invite Mr. Xu Shaoting to have a few drinks. Let’s talk about the follow-up series.”

After finishing speaking, he put away his smile and walked out. The captain of the patrol room followed immediately. The group of people came by surprise, and they left without paying attention to everyone in the printing factory.

Editor-in-Chief He was so startled by those words that his whole body turned cold. He didn't care about the boss of the printing factory to stop him, so he hurriedly caught up and stopped the Japanese.

The captain of the patrol room pushed him, and he shouted: "Qianfengmingyue is just a writer of novels, if you offend anything, tell me! We will definitely change it, why bother with a kid like him!"

Before he finished yelling, the Japanese had already bent into a black Dodge car. Only the captain of the patrol room reminded Editor-in-Chief He: "Don't try to take advantage of loopholes and continue to serialize. This time it's just burning newspapers. If you continue to publish, Next time I will go to your newspaper office."

After saying that, he felt that he was doing his best, so he threw away Editor-in-Chief He and got in the car and left.

Editor-in-chief Tu Liuhe, a weak literati, was stunned in the night for a long time before turning around and running back to the printing factory.

The boss was telling the workers to wash the ashes of the newspaper with water. Editor-in-Chief He shouted, "Use your phone!"

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Shaoting's family went to bed early, and they all went to bed before ten o'clock.

Editor-in-Chief He's call time was close to midnight, and the midnight bell rang suddenly, with many rings, echoing in the huge Xu mansion with a ghostly effect.

Shaoting's room was on the first floor, and he was the first to be woken up. The housekeeper also lived on the first floor, and ran to answer the phone first. Hearing Editor-in-Chief He's urgent voice, he rushed to call Shaoting to answer the phone.

The teenager yawned, stepped on his slippers and walked to the corner of the corridor.

Although Editor-in-Chief He was anxious and frightened, he finally explained what happened tonight.

Compared with the cessation of serialization, Mochizuki Saburo's last words made people feel more ominous.

Editor-in-chief He said: "The manuscript will definitely not be serialized in the near future, but compared to stopping it, Mr. Qianfeng, you... Maybe it's better for you not to stay at home recently."

Shao Ting was thinking in his heart, why is it this Japanese dwarf who looks abnormal again, and immediately felt that something was wrong.

Editor-in-Chief He said: "Please ask Ms. Xu Yanran to answer the phone. She has a lot of contacts. She may be able to find out what's going on and help you arrange a place to go. My experience is that you need to change to a safer place."

That night, Xu's house turned on the lights in the middle of the night, and Xu Yanran was awakened by her nephew from her dream.Ben was complaining about disturbing the sleep of a lady of her age, which can be described as an unforgivable crime. After hearing Shaoting's words, he opened his eyes wide and woke up completely.

Mrs. Zhang also came out of the room, and the movement outside woke her up, followed by Xu Yanran with a serious face, and Shao Ting with a dazed and bewildered expression, and the three of them went downstairs.

What I said to Shao Ting once, Editor-in-Chief He and Xu Yanran said it again.

After hanging up the phone, Xu Yanran said, "Go to the living room first—who is this Japanese dwarf threatening!"

Before reaching the living room, Xu Yanran turned around, frowned tightly, and pointed at her nephew.This usually lazy boy with a sad and joyless face now also looks panicked, showing the look that this age would have when he was in trouble.

"Take off your pajamas and change into the clothes you'll be traveling in during the day, and then bring your pillow—" Xu Yanran said, then turned around and walked back to the phone, picked up the receiver and dialed a number.

Shaoting's face was full of confusion, but Mrs. Zhang listened to Xu Yanran's command very much at this time, pushed Shaoting back to the room, and whispered to him: "I don't have any ideas, and making a sound at this time is also a disorderly command, Shaoting, you just listen to yourself." Auntie's words."

From Xu Yanran: "Look for Mr. Ryan Shen...you don't need to wake him up...just make sure he's in the apartment."

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At around eight o'clock that night, Shen Lingjun left the Ministry of Industry Bureau, and when he returned home, he still saw Mochizuki Haruko in the office of the secretary of the Japanese board of directors.

He was not interested in this girl, he only knew that she came to Huaxia with her elder brother Mochizuki Saburo, and would do some translation work in the Ministry of Industry Bureau on weekdays.

This girl seems to be very gifted in languages. She and her elder brother can both speak Chinese fluently and idiomatically, even reading Chinese poems and prose novels.

Besides, it's just that she is pretty and pleasant, so it is inevitable that some boys of the same age in the Ministry of Industry and Bureau would like to pursue her.However, I heard from my colleague and friend Jack that this girl's attitude is sloppy, she is all silent, and she seems a little afraid of contacting men other than her brother.

Originally, he only knew this about Mochizuki Haruko, and he had no interest in getting to know her.

Until his immediate boss, Xu Yanran's ex-husband, Major Aalto, talked to him about something today.

It is about Japan. Some people translated Qian Fengmingyue's novels "Dayao Xiantu" and "Our World" into Japanese. They were not published in regular magazines and newspapers, but they were circulated through small-scale personal printing.

Aalto knew that Qianfengmingyue was Xu Shaoting, and when he heard about it, he just thought that he would damage Xu Shaoting's legal income.

Another Chinese novel was translated into Japanese and circulated. He also said together: "Over the years, the status of women has improved a lot. Even in a country with a feudal tradition like China, more and more women go out to work and go to school."

Shen Lingjun said: "After education is popularized, it is indeed a good thing that both men and women can go to school."

Aalto said with a smile: "I don't want to talk about women's rights, I just feel that the process of the world is accelerating, and the improvement of women's rights is also accelerating, but the status of women in Japan is still very low."

Shen Lingjun didn't know why, and didn't know what Aaluo wanted to say.

I heard him say: "The person who translated Shaoting's novels also translated a spring story before that?"

Shen Lingjun blurted out: "The story of the spring breeze?"

Aalto nodded: "Based on this article, a local women's rights organization has sprung up in Japan. Different from helping poor women in the past, this organization calls on women to go to school and participate in social work."

"However, in view of their female status and deep-rooted thinking, it's just a drop in the bucket, and they were suppressed a lot before."

"The Japanese author who translated the "Story of the Spring Breeze" later translated Shaoting's novel. For some reason, this organization is now showing signs of resurgence."

"And, it is generally believed—" Alto said, "The leader of this women's rights organization, the translator, should be in China, so the novel can be translated into Japanese and spread in Japan in such a timely manner."

This matter was related to Shaoting, Shen Lingjun took it to heart, and Fuzhi recalled the day when he had a brief contact with Mochizuki Haruko.

He accidentally bumped into this lady, and the corner he picked up among the scattered documents was the cropped article "The Story of the Spring Breeze".

This matter was lingering in his mind. After leaving the Ministry of Industry Bureau after get off work, seeing Haruko Mochizuki in the secretary's office, Shen Lingjun looked at the staff passing by from time to time, so he could only leave silently and look for another opportunity to ask this lady again.

For example, what is your idea of ​​translating Zhixing and Qianfengmingyue's novel into Japanese, and setting up a women's rights organization for this purpose?

As for this matter, Shen Lingjun was going to tell Shao Ting tomorrow, but he was secretly thinking that this matter was not a big deal, and there should be no splash in the end.

As Aalto said, the process of history has been particularly accelerated in these years. He only translated Chinese novels into Japanese, and the women's rights organization established because of this has a high probability, or he 100% thinks that it will only be a result of the historical process. Little things worth mentioning.

That night, Shen Lingjun took a shower, put on pajamas and went to bed.

Now his naked/exposed skin color is not as pale as it was raised in rainy days without sunshine all the year round.After arriving in China, the sun has been shining for a long time, but it has also evolved from pale to yellow and white.

Halfway through midnight, there was an unceremonious knock on the door.

Shen Lingjun grabbed the gun, jumped off the bed and walked to the door in three or two steps. The person outside the door had already shouted: "Shen Ryan, it's me, Xu Yanran!"

He was relieved when the door opened a crack, and Xu Yanran had pushed the door open and stepped in.

Seeing that she was so aggressive, Shen Lingjun yelled helplessly, "Ma'am, it's the middle of the night, and I'm still a man—"

Xu Yanran inspected his room and replied: "Dear Ryan, the first time I saw you was more than ten years ago, in a summer day in London. I was chatting with your mother at that time. You were wearing shorts and bare feet. I ran in and called my mother, so no matter how tall you are now, in my heart, you will always be that naked little boy."

Shen Lingjun couldn't bear it anymore and replied: "I'm not naked, I'm wearing shorts!"

Someone laughed at the door, and Shen Lingjun saw the young man who went upstairs with his pillow in his arms.

The two looked at each other, and the young man asked nervously and embarrassedly: "Senior brother...it's a long story, but can I borrow a while?"