Chapter 32: Hidden Regrets, But No Turning Back {Two Shifts Six Thousand}
"General Matsui led his troops to Nanjing, and with Mr. Zhang's well-informed, he should have known about it a long time ago." Takeo Motoi's eyes were half-narrowed, and there was a faint indifference in his words, this old thing, what kind of confusion did he come here to pretend to be. With so many human disciples under him, can he hide such a big matter from you?
"Oh! You see my memory, although I still don't accept old age, but after all, I am old. Then Zhang Xiaolin said in a seemingly casual attitude: "Mr. Motoi, haven't you heard any gossip recently?" ”
"Oh? What kind of gossip, but I have never heard of it. Takeo Motoi smiled, expressing his curiosity in a brilliant way. But he was snorting coldly in his heart, what kind of trick was this old thing playing with him. It is said that life is like a play, and at this moment, as the two protagonists in the play, their performances are quite good, and it seems that a little golden man should be awarded.
"Oh! If that's the case, then someone won't bother Mr. Motoi's work. "Even if you show loyalty, you shouldn't be in front of such a little shrimp, it's not a show for the blind.
"Mr. Zhang, don't be in a hurry to leave. It just so happened that I still had a little doubt, so I asked Mr. Zhang for advice. A few days ago, when I had nothing to do, I read a book of Chinese sages, Confucius's "Analects", there are many places that I don't understand, if Mr. Zhang is free today, please don't hesitate to give advice! Saying that, he bowed ninety degrees to Zhang Xiaolin. Regardless of what you think inside, at least the superficial attitude must be impeccable.
Please teach you a second uncle! Zhang Xiaolin's old face is red for a while, yellow for a while, and there are many changes. This is to take advantage of the geographical location and so many soldiers around, otherwise it is a stick to raise your hand. If you don't make your head red and white, you will be considered strong. Don't forget, what kind of background is he, don't look at the five people and six people now, before the devil came, although he was not as influential as Du Yuesheng, the underground emperor, but no matter who saw him, he had to be called a son, including the bald president. But in the final analysis, he is a low-level gangster, and he doesn't have much culture himself, and it is already very good to know a thousand-character text and a hundred family names. Interpreting such a thing as the Analects, let him, a person who doesn't know a few big characters, do it, isn't it to scold the bald head in front of the monk.
If I had known that······ Huh! Even if I regret it now, I have already done some things, and there is no possibility of turning back, and I must pay the price.
"Mr. Zhang, that sentence is called people who do not stand without faith, and I believe that Mr. must have a unique understanding of this." Looking at Zhang Xiaolin, whose face was uncertain, Takeo Motoi had gradually lost his patience, and went straight to the point, and said in a questioning tone: "If I remember correctly, when we entered Shanghai, Mr. Zhang promised General Matsui some things. Mr. is also a famous person, so it seems a little inappropriate to be untrustworthy. The repeated coldness of the tone is undoubtedly the best way to express the mentality. If it weren't for this old thing, it would not be time to die, and with a single move, he would be able to cut off his old man who likes to play clever tricks directly from his neck.
"What do you say, shit? If you have the guts, tell me again. Immediately, someone spoke up, stared at the round eyes and scolded. Those who can still follow Zhang Xiaolin at this time must be his hardcore henchmen. Even if he did this thing that was pointed at the backbone and scolded, he lacked the great virtue of his ancestors in his eighteen lifetimes. For this boss, they still respect and love. The so-called Qin Hui also has three good friends, probably so.
"Yaga!" I kept holding the knife that I didn't pull out, and this time I finally pulled it out. Even if you can't understand Chinese, just by looking at your demeanor, you can see that this is not a good word. What's more, he can also talk to Zhang Xiaolin in Chinese. A guy who is not even as good as a pig or a dog has the courage to scold him, a noble nobleman.
"Anger, anger, what is this doing?" Zhang Xiaolin hurriedly stopped Takeo Motoi, who was furious and wanted to cut people, waved his hand at his subordinates and said, "Don't hurry up and pull out this brainless goods." Unruly things, see how I clean you up when I go back. But in the end, he protected this subordinate. Originally, he was more protective of his calf, which is one of the reasons why some people are willing to follow him with all their hearts. I used to be able to protect my brother, but now I have to protect it even more. His act of betraying the country and joining the enemy was something that many brothers couldn't see. If you don't have a culture, you don't have a culture, you don't have a culture. But it doesn't mean that these people don't know what righteousness is, and the rivers and lakes are originally a place where righteousness is emphasized. If you don't protect your brother at this time, I'm afraid you will really be separated from morality and be alone. If you really want to make trouble, you don't have to bother with the bald president of Chongqing to arrange a killer to assassinate him. Anyone can take away his old life, which has been buried in his neck.
"A group of rough people under his command are uneducated, so there is really no need to worry about them too much." The situation is stronger than people, the gift that should be compensated, the apology that should be given, as long as people can eliminate their anger, it is nothing. Isn't it just pretending to be a grandson, he is so old, and in the first twenty years of his memory, it seems that he has always pretended to be a grandson.
"Humph! For Mr. Zhang's sake, I won't bother with him. But Mr. Zhang, the quality of these people under you really should be improved. Takeo Motoi snorted. Suppressing the anger in his heart, at this time, in such a place where Chinese and foreign people live together, they really can't do without the help of people like Zhang Xiaolin. Unless they're crazy enough to think they have what it takes to challenge all the nations of the world.
"Okay, thank you for the reminder, I'll find a few private school gentlemen for them when I go back, and learn culture well." The verbal promise is one set, but the actual action is another, in fact, it is nothing. He himself has no culture, isn't he mixed up to this day. However, for the education of the next generation, it must be grasped and cannot be relaxed, such as his high-achieving son who returned from abroad. To tell the truth, he has come to the point where he has betrayed the country and joined the enemy today, and it has something to do with his son. If it weren't for the young man's vigor and unscrupulous speech, which offended the bald president, he wouldn't have had no choice like this.
"Mr. Zhang, let's continue the topic just now. I don't know if the gentleman can have a flawless and reasonable explanation for me, for the general, and for His Majesty the Emperor. After some tossing, Takeo Motoi, who was in a very bad mood, was too lazy to go around in circles with Zhang Xiaolin, an old fox who didn't learn skills. If you go around like this, you may not be able to understand it until you understand it.
"Eh, Mr. Motoi, what I'm trying to say is that this doesn't have much to do with me!" Zhang Xiaolin's words can be regarded as a big truth, a group of hundreds of years old gangs composed of riverbank docks, at their peak, they didn't even pay attention to the emperor's relatives, including the emperor. In such a war-torn period, the strength of these people has developed to all levels. How could a mere Zhang Xiaolin command such a large force. Let's not mention the old men who have only the fruits above and have boundless prestige. Just started with him, Huang Jinrong, Du Yuesheng, what he controls is much worse than these two. This is also one of the reasons why Zhang Xiaolin finally embarked on the road of no return of betraying the country and joining the enemy as a traitor.
"In my opinion, Your Excellency's handling should be as if you didn't see anything, didn't know anything. As long as your behavior is controlled a little bit and does not touch the bottom line of that old man, there will basically be no problems. Zhang Xiaolin tried his best to come up with ideas, anyway, the order conveyed by the old man was very clear, as long as it didn't hurt the people, he didn't care about it. Without his call, those people would naturally not have eaten enough to support the blind toss, and naturally there would be no big mess.
"Bastard! Do you mean to let the dignified Japanese Empire bow to a bunch of hooligans who are inferior to pigs and dogs? Takeo Motoi's eyes widened, and he glared at the stunned Zhang Xiaolin viciously. The meaning of the expression is obvious: I just said this, what's the matter, if you have the ability, you will kill me now.
"Alright! It is true that I do not have the capacity to decide on your actions, and the handling of this matter will depend on your wishes. However, I would like to remind you that although our gang does not have the Ming Sect, the White Lotus Sect is the same as those who are born with a rebellious backbone in the back of their heads, so they are used to rebellion. But once it gets into a commotion······ You may wish to ponder carefully whether you can afford it. Throwing down such a sentence, Zhang Xiaolin was full of depression and anger of being insulted, and led people away. He doesn't have the spitting saint-like feelings, which should be called a hard-hitting slut.
For a long time, there is a saying on the road that has been widely circulated, it is said that safflower white lotus root green lotus leaves. The ones they refer to are the Green Gang, the Hongmen, and the White Lotus Sect. Although there is no too deep relationship between the three families, they are three completely independent whole existences. But since this sentence can be circulated, there is naturally a reason.
"Huh? Am I being targeted? All right! Let's see what kind of tricks you can play. "The pace of a man walking alone on the street suddenly paused slightly, only 0.01 hundredths of a second, faster than a flash of consciousness.
"Girl, I have found his trace. Coming out of the National Art Museum, he was on his way back to the barracks. Then a piece of news, through special means, was quickly transmitted to a woman who had been waiting for about ten days, who was already a little anxious and faintly impatient.