"Mr. Koizumi, are you sure you want to take Junko-san to the dinner party? This is the first time you've done this, and I really don't understand your choice, besides, the security in the island city hasn't been very good lately! ”

In the three-story building of the Imperial Japanese Consulate General in Shimajo, Hiromasa Amano, the military attache of the embassy, asked Consul General Keiji Koizumi for instructions.

"You don't have to ask, I've already decided on this matter."

Koizumi Keisi lifted his gold-rimmed glasses and subconsciously glanced at the military attache in front of him.

Amano is nearly forty years old, a few years older than himself, and he is a military attache who has always followed him, and for so many years, the two can be said to have been close to each other in the island city, and have survived a lot of turbulent waves.

Junko, in particular, really grew up under the gaze of the two of them, and Amano Kanya loves this child of the consul very much, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he treats it as his own.

After all, his children have always been studying in the country and rarely have time to come here. Amano's father's heart can only be pinned on the well-behaved and lovely Junko.

Pu Yi's invitation letter had been delivered to the Japanese consulate in Shima City two days earlier, and Koizumi Keishiro had been preparing for this matter very early.

As a top student of Imperial Kyoto University and a traditional diplomatic family, Koizumi has always taken it as his responsibility to safeguard the interests of the empire - at present, maintaining relations with the abolished emperor Puyi is a major task related to the national policy of Japan. What is a daughter for this task?

What's more, even if you really marry Pu Yi, it is better than marrying those rude Japanese soldiers - the emperor, even if he is a deposed emperor, in the eyes of a Japanese who regards the emperor as his life, always has a bit of sacredness.

"Isn't that what it means?"

Amano's bronze face showed a little unbearable - he was not a fool. For Koizumi, who has always attached great importance to his daughter's safety, to make such a decision, there is obviously another kind of pressure besides a father.

Koizumi nodded, shook his head again, and expressed his meaning appropriately.

As a friend, he should have told Hiroshi Amano, but as a chief, he should have denied it - a typical diplomatic trick.

He smiled to himself.

It's really a training that goes deep into the bone marrow!

"What a lovely Junko!"

Hiroshi Amano next to him sighed in his place, and his eyes began to look down the window, and Koizumi's eyes followed Hiroshi Amano's eyes and looked down from the second floor.

On the lawn outside the embassy, Junko was wearing a red checkered skirt and a white school uniform, jumping rope happily, white socks and small black leather shoes, bouncing agilely, like a smart and clever little sika deer.

And the wife next to him was looking at her baby daughter with a doting face.

My daughter is sixteen years old.

In Japan, this is the age when a woman reaches adulthood, and if it was before the Meiji era, many girls were already married or mothers of children.

However, upper-class children always get married later.

After all, a girl always has to get married and have children.

Although he hadn't officially met Pu Yi yet, the last time Pu Yi came, he had secretly observed him.

Conversation, demeanor, and knowledge all lose the good upbringing of the royal family, and they are integrated into Western etiquette, making that person more personable.

If you can let your daughter marry him, it's not a bad thing!

Keishiro Koizumi comforted himself, and then made up his mind.

.........

"Junko, come up! Dad wants to have a few words with you. ”

My father's voice came from upstairs.

"Okay, Dad!"

Junko raised her head and answered her father's greeting, but her feet didn't stop at all, until she jumped three laps in a row, and then reluctantly put down the skipping rope, took the towel handed by her mother next to her, and walked upstairs while wiping her sweat.

"Dad, what are you looking for me?"

Junko pushed open the door and walked in.

Sixteen-year-old Junko is already like a big girl, inheriting her father's good genes, and her height has also developed to the peak in the past six months, reaching a full 1.6 meters - this is already a considerable height in Japan.

What's more, she inherited her mother's beauty even more.

The fair and tender skin, the big round eyes, the face with a little baby fat, and the two small dimples that are revealed when you smile all show that this is a typical beauty embryo.

No, it's already a beauty.

Although it is just an immature beauty, it will definitely not affect any normal person to make this judgment.

"Junko, come here."

Koizumi smiled and beckoned his daughter to his side, then pinched her little face dotingly, felt the clear elasticity of his fingertips, and said with a smile:

"Didn't you always want to go out with me? This afternoon, I will take you to a large dinner party, where you will be as beautiful as a princess. I will buy you the most beautiful dresses, the most beautiful leather shoes, and even have your own servants. ”

Junko's big bright eyes were instantly full of little stars.

Uncle Amano next to him also spoke in a timely manner:

"Beautiful princess, your servant will be happy to serve you."

"Uncle Amano!"

Junko jumped three feet high, and instantly hung on Amano Kuan's body like a child, and Koizumi laughed when she saw it.

"Okay, you're so old, Uncle Amano can't hold you!"

Keiji Koizumi persuaded Junko to come down, stood up, and began to walk out the door.

"Let's go, your mother should already be preparing clothes, let's go and see, our little princess, which dress is the most beautiful!"

..................

Geng Chaozhong naturally didn't know all this, he naively thought that Koizumi Keisi would lock his daughter firmly at home and protect it tightly as usual.

He's busy with everything that happened in the company in his absence.

Bright Watch Company is the company on its own surface, but in fact, the Wanda Industrial Company behind it is the real controller.

Zhou Hong is gradually in the light, and Boss Dong of the Hebei Hall is in the dark.

During the period at the beginning of the Central Plains War, countless people in the Pingjin area came to the island city for refuge, and for a while, the power of the Hebei Guild Hall swelled considerably.

It's just that the original buildings and halls obviously can't keep up with the pace, although Boss Dong has repeatedly urged, but the efficiency of the project at this time is far less than that of later generations - no excavators, no big trucks, just transporting materials has become a big problem.

Therefore, compared with the expensive houses in later generations, most places at this time are cheap houses, even in the prime area of the island city, the land price is only twice as expensive as the house price.

No way, it always takes time, there's no hurry.

Geng Chaozhong put down the messy accounts and rubbed his temples.

Fortunately, it is not a complicated high-tech company, to put it bluntly, it is constantly buying land and building houses, and this account can barely be handled.

During the time that Yuzhen was away, Geng Chaozhong always forced himself to forget everything with constant exercise and work, but things always had to come to an end.

The results were not long in coming.

"Boss, there is an old man downstairs, carrying a box of cakes, saying that today is your birthday, and he was sent by Life Forest Cake Shop to deliver the cake."

Xiao Yi informed Geng Chaozhong that someone downstairs was looking for him.

"Hehe," Geng Chaozhong sneered, "That's right, today is my birthday, you let him bring the cake!" I wanted to see if they had lost my favorite cherry. ”

The second monk of Xiao Yi was puzzled.

He knew that the Life Forest Cake Shop was near the Party Investigation Department, and there were not a few people who had bought cakes there, could it be that they had lost Geng Chaozhong's cakes before?

The person who came up was obviously Lao Zhao, but his expression was obviously a little embarrassed.

"What's wrong? Lao Zhao, is it the crooked wind that blew you over today? ”

Geng Chaozhong asked without being salty.

Lao Zhao cautiously closed the door, then sat opposite Geng Chaozhong, and said:

"Don't be weird, that's not my idea."

"It's not your idea, it must have something to do with you, or you would have informed me a long time ago."

Geng Chaozhong looked disdainful.

Lao Zhao's expression was even more innocent, and he shouted with a lot of words:

"It's really not, I just said it casually, saying that good seedlings were selected from all over the country to study in Shanghai. I immediately thought of Yuzhen and asked casually, but she didn't agree at the time. Unexpectedly, a few days later, she agreed again, and I couldn't figure out what was going on. ”

Geng Chaozhong was too lazy to take care of him.

Lao Zhao, this old fox, can I not know what's going on?

He's just pretending to be confused.

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