Although Chongqing was already a little hot at the end of May, this could not stop the enthusiasm of the people at all. The implementation of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info economic construction has made the manpower in Chongqing far from meeting the needs of this large construction site. In view of this, or because of life, or because of ideals, countless people flock to Chongqing from all directions every day.

Among the people who went to Chongqing, there were also some overseas Chinese who returned from overseas, and they generally got off the ocean liner in Shanghai and then transferred to the river liner to Chongqing in the west.

At the end of the winding stone steps, there is a two-story gray building with a sun flag fluttering, and a sign of the Imperial Japanese Consulate in Chongqing hangs in front of the door. The building is in a good location, and standing in front of the window on the second floor can overlook the beautiful scenery of the confluence of the two rivers.

"Ono-kun, this is my cherished sake, come, let's have a toast! For the Empire of Japan, for His Majesty the Emperor. Cheers! A middle-aged man with a slightly bald head and a somewhat fat figure slowly picked up the wine glass on the table and said to a short and sturdy young man standing in front of the window.

The middle-aged man was Koji Ishida, the consul of the Japanese Consulate in Chongqing, and the young man was Taro Ono, who had just arrived from Shanghai. This time, Ishida was washing the dust for Ono, who had just rushed to Chongqing.

The young man didn't answer, he just silently watched a passenger ferry that had just docked on the dock by the river, and the people on board were walking down in an endless stream.

"It's so big!" The young man named Ono sighed softly.

"What's wrong? Ono-kun? Ishida walked over to Ono with two glasses in hand.

Ono took the wine glass from Ishida's hand and said calmly: "I walked from Shanghai to Chongqing for twenty days, but this is only half of it. Sir, don't you think it's a big deal? ”

"It's big, but sooner or later, our Great Japanese Empire will conquer this place." Ishida's face fluttered, a greedy look appeared, and he made a toast to Ono.

Ono picked up his wine glass and nodded politely in response, but his attitude seemed very cold. Ishida didn't care about this either, he wasn't annoyed, don't look at him as the consul of the consulate, but the forces behind Ono are not something that his consuls can provoke. It is said that this person is nominally under his control, but now it seems that he can't control him at all.

"Ono-kun, you just came to Chongqing today, it's a happy day, it's a rare time to relax, don't think about those troublesome things." Ishida said with a smile.

"Thank you Lord Ishida for your hospitality!" Ono said lightly, the person was very polite, but his attitude was very cold: "Your Excellency, I don't know what the consulate knows about the Communist Party in the southwest of China?" ”

Ono's question made Ishida frown, to say that for the feeling that this Communist Party gave him, he always looked at the flowers in a fog and finally separated a layer. Let's talk about understanding, I have read their party constitution and political program many times, and in addition to the strong nationalist flavor of the content, it is also inflammatory and demagogic, and I don't feel anything special about it. But when you think about it, it's not like that. Their attitude towards the Japanese Empire was neither close nor hostile, and they adopted an attitude of neither resistance nor cooperation.

After a long time, Ishida sighed and said, "Although I can't see through the forces of the Communist Party of China, they are obviously very unusual. According to the information obtained by the consulate, in this short period of six months, they have started the construction of countless roads and several railways. As you may have seen, the whole of Chongqing is now like a big construction site, with countless infrastructure projects being carried out, and countless factories that have been put into operation or are under construction. Ono-kun, what do you think all this means? ”

"It shows that the Communist Progressive Party will be a big problem for our Imperial Japanese Empire's strategy against China in the future!" Ono took a shallow sip of wine and said lightly, but his face was a little solemn.

"Ono-kun is absolutely right! This Communist Party is extremely difficult to deal with. Speaking of this, Ishida's face was sad. It's not that he didn't go to the Communist Party to ask to visit its leader, Xiao Mubai, but it didn't work at all. It's not that people don't let them enter the door, it's just that Wang Chonghui, the person in charge of their diplomacy, is a set of standard diplomatic rhetoric, and asked him to go to the relevant department, but he has not found out where the relevant department is.

"This Xiao Mubai is hostile to our Great Japanese Empire?" Ono was a little confused.

Ishida smiled slightly and said, "That's not true. Okay, Ono-kun, let's not talk about this today, let's continue to drink! ”

Ono Taro suddenly felt a little dissatisfied with his nominal boss, and he felt that Ishida was a little taken lightly. The military department is now very concerned about the forces of the Communist Progressive Party of China, and the intelligence personnel sent before have either lost contact with each other inexplicably or returned in vain. That's why he was sent to Chongqing to conduct reconnaissance and develop an intelligence network in the southwestern part of China.

He was an experienced and capable intelligence officer, and it was for this reason that his superiors entrusted him with such an important task. From just a few words that Ishida said, he quickly sorted out the clue from this complicated situation, a series of policies implemented in the southwest, as well as the various types of factories started and built, made him full of interest in the Communist Progressive Party, and in its leader, Xiao Mubai.

Seeing that Ono didn't speak, he begged himself with a boring Ishida, so he had to pick up his wine glass in a sneer.

At this time, bursts of cheers from the people of Chongqing suddenly came from the streets outside. Idada, who was puzzled in his heart, hurriedly asked the embassy staff to go out to inquire about the situation.

Sure enough, not long after, the embassy staff hurriedly walked in with a newspaper in their hands. Ishida took it and took a look, and recognized it as the "People's Daily" of the southwestern government of China, and saw that the front page was printed in huge bold characters with the news that the southwestern army had completely annihilated the Dasang rebels in the Qamdo and Shuodu areas on the Sichuan side.

Ono Taro on the other side obviously saw this report, as an intelligence officer in China, he can speak Mandarin more than Chinese, and it is more than enough to read a newspaper. Neither of them was talking, their faces were a little solemn, and for a while, the whole room became quiet.

At the same time, on the Chaotian Wharf not far from the Japanese Consulate, on a passenger ship that had just docked, a middle-aged man in literati costume was striding down from it, followed by several young men and women with extraordinary bearings.

This middle-aged man was Zhang Binglin, a well-known master of Chinese culture in China at that time, who was not only famous in the cultural circles, but also among the revolutionaries. As a member of the Liberation, this person had joined the League, but he did not agree with the League's democratic and republican ideas. Of course, it's not that democracy is bad, but that he thinks a republic is inferior to a dictatorship. It was precisely for this reason that after a detailed understanding of the administrative system of the Southwest Autonomous Government, he had the idea of coming to the Southwest to have a look. This group of people were several former members of the Liberation Society led by him.

Getting off the ship, everyone looked at everything here with a new eye. Although Zhang Binglin, who had been on the boat for a long time, looked a little tired, he still walked around the dock excitedly. When I saw the newsstand, I bought a local newspaper and opened it. It was already his habit to learn all sorts of information from the newspapers.

"Jianfan, come and see this, the Western Expeditionary Army has defeated the rebels on the Sichuan side!" Zhang Binglin pointed to a piece of news in the newspaper and said to a young man next to him with great joy.

The young man is Zhao Hanqing, who participated in the Liberation Society in his early years and was the confidential secretary of Tao Chengzhang, the leader of the Liberation Society. It was only later, when Tao Chengzhang was assassinated, that he announced the launch of the Restoration Society. This time Zhang Binglin came to the southwest, he invited several former friends to come with him.

Zhao Hanqing took the newspaper, read it carefully, and said excitedly: "Mr. Taiyan, it seems that the quelling of the rebellion in Tibet is just around the corner!" ”

After reading the newspaper, not only Zhao Hanqing was overjoyed, but also several other young men and women next to him. As young people, what they yearn for and yearn for the most is the kind of frontier where they throw their heads, spill their blood, and serve the country.

Zhang Binglin's face was solemn, and he said with a straight face: "Not necessarily, the real trouble is still to come, how can the British give up so easily!" ”

After speaking, Zhang Binglin didn't care what the reaction of the few people would be, but walked towards the surrounding Chongqing people who were obviously excited with a solemn face.