"But now is not the time for an economic crisis, the U.S. economy has recovered." Oki Enichi said.

"Then sell the profits to them. It was the interests of the USSR that were betrayed anyway. It's just that when Hurley asked me about my attitude towards Germany, I couldn't satisfy him. But it's more about the attitude of the Americans. If they give more, then this friend of Germany can also be betrayed. It depends on the attitude of the Americans. Moreover, the Americans have been operating in the Philippines for half a century, and it is impossible to give up. It's just that he finally took out a photo of His Majesty the Emperor, meaning to ask what would happen if the actions of the Kwantung Army were not supported by His Majesty the Emperor, and I wrote a few words on the back of the photo. Shan Gang Daowu said with a deep groan.

"This was originally the attitude of our Kwantung Army." Daxi Yanyi said disapprovingly.

"Well, now that it's over, we should go back too." Yamaoka Daowu has also become a lot easier.

"This time Qian Xiaobao performed very well, and I will promote his rank after I go back. This also shows that you have a good eye. Yamaoka Michitake said to Oki Enichi.

After listening to Qing Shui Dongsan's narration, Inu Yangjian asked gloomily: "This means that they may have reached a deal?" ”

"Quite possibly. After all, the fire in Europe is burning, and the Americans do not want us to add another fire to Asia. The British don't want to do it even more. Shimizu Dong San analyzed.

"Since we can't stop it in the dark, let's come to the light. Tomorrow I will choose a newspaper to publish the news of Hurley's arrival in Shanghai and Haig's arrival in Shanghai. It was revealed through the grapevine that Shangang Daowu had also arrived in Shanghai. The Soviet intelligence personnel in Shanghai did not have a thousand, there was always a hundred, right? It won't be long before Moscow will be in a hurry. Inu Yangjian said.

Xiaobao returned to Harbin six days later. He only stayed in the building of the Intelligence Department of the Kwantung Army for a short time, and was very considerately allowed to go home by Michitake Yamaoka.

Xiaobao actually breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. If the train robbery is revealed, he will be arrested in Shanghai and taken back to Harbin. Now all this can only mean that everything is safe.

The SN arranged at home was prepared for Chen Mingyi, and it was of no use to himself.

Xiaobao hurried home, looking at the house that was as good as ever, and his heart was also relaxed.

As soon as he entered the house and saw Aunt Chang, Xiaobao hurriedly took out the pink handbag like a treasure.

didn't wait for Xiaobao to hand it over, Aunt Chang snatched it away. The long nails scratched a white mark on the back of Xiaobao's hand. The pain was so painful that Xiaobao shook his hands.

Aunt Chang couldn't wait to unpack the outside of the bag, and then Xiaobao heard an exclamation.

"That's it, that's it!" Aunt Chang shouted.

"The last time Captain Ma came to see Cao Qingshan, his wife was carrying one of these bags. It's very bullish. It's just that I'm a little more colorful than hers. Xiaobao, do you think it's appropriate for me to carry a bag of this color at my age? Aunt Chang asked with a blank look.

"You're only ten, and it's just right to carry a bag of this color." Xiaobao said while covering the back of his hand.

"Deathlike!" Aunt Chang scolded beautifully.

"Xiaobao, how much did you spend on this bag in Shanghai?" Aunt Chang asked again.

"Six thousand" Xiaobao gritted his teeth and rose by two thousand.

"Six thousand? It's only six thousand! Mrs. Ma said that her bag cost a thousand dollars. Xiaobao, when others ask how much this bag costed, you also say thousand. Say less price drops. Aunt Chang instructed.

"If your daughter-in-law White Peony asks, I'll also say thousand?" Xiaobao asked.

"That's what I mean by her. Who's going to ask you about the price of your bag but her? Aunt Chang replied.

For the next hour or so, Aunt Chang walked around the room with a bag like a model. It shook Xiaobao's eyes.

"There isn't even a floor-to-ceiling mirror in this home, which looks like a home!" Aunt Chang sighed and said.

Xiaobao didn't figure out what the connection between the dressing mirror and home was for a long time.

"There's nothing going on at home for more than half a month, right?" Xiaobao asked from the moment he remembered.

"What can it be? I'm home alone, lonely. Aunt Chang said sadly.

Suddenly, she ran out of the room as if she had remembered something, and after a while she turned back and handed a book to Xiaobao.

"A few days ago a man knocked on the door and brought a book. Say it's for you. Aunt Chang explained.

Xiaobao looked at the cover of the book. He only knew the word "three" on it. However, he could guess that this was 300 Tang poems, because he had bought a copy for Chen Mingyi.

"What else did that man say?" Xiaobao asked as he flipped through the book.

"Didn't say anything. He finished delivering the book and turned around and left. Aunt Chang replied.

Xiaobao looked at the words written by Chen Mingyi on the inside page of the book in a daze. Aunt Chang doesn't know how to read, what can I do?

Xiaobao walked out of the house with a book in his hand. He wanted to find someone who knew how to read and take a closer look.

It's not good to know someone, it's best to find someone you don't know. Xiaobao finally made up his mind.

Wang Gang and Daoli set up a stall to tell fortunes, so Xiaobao decided to go to the outside of the road to find a fortune teller to read the words to him.

When he came to Daowai Sandao Street, he saw a man in his sixties squatting on the ground from a distance. In front of him, a piece of cloth was spread with the four big characters of Mai and Shenxiang. But Xiaobao didn't know, he only knew the black and white fish in the circle.

This should be the most down-and-out fortune teller. The red cloth was washed white.

Xiaobao squatted down and stuffed five yuan into the old man's hand at once. Scared the fortune teller old man.

"The auspicious stars are shining, and the wealth is rolling," the old man couldn't help but say with a trembling mouth. It's like five dollars touching an automatic switch.

"Sir, I don't count my life. There's a book here, what do you read these words? As he spoke, Xiaobao opened the three hundred Tang poems and handed them to the old man.

"Da'an Li Youqian, please Save Brother Xiaobao," the old man said slowly, word by word.

Xiaobao squinted his eyes and silently recited these words in his heart. Finally, it was concentrated on the five words of Da'an Li Youqian.

He slowly stood up with the book in his hand, and walked forward unconsciously. There was a big ice cube in Xiaobao's head that was melting little by little. Suddenly, Xiaobao laughed. People walking on the streets looked at this stupid monster.

Xiaobao suddenly turned around and walked briskly towards Da'an Street.

Most of the burials in the outcropping cemetery on Daan Street are just dirt bags. Only a very small part has a monument.

Xiaobao turned the 300 Tang poems to the inner page, and compared the three words written by Chen Mingyi one by one.

Finally, Xiaobao squatted down in front of a newly erected wooden monument and carefully compared.

A few wild dogs slowly approached and waited for Xiaobao to finish wiping their buttocks so that they could come and enjoy the food.

"This is it, this is it!" Xiaobao suddenly shouted.