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Tan Jing ordered a glass of champagne at the café where he interviewed Consultant Mo, and foreigners said that they would drink champagne when they celebrated, while Chinese drank alcohol, so Tan Jing ordered champagne to celebrate, which really took into account Chinese and foreign customs - he felt that evil and righteousness were indeed a happy event worthy of the whole world's celebration.

He didn't report back to the company, and while drinking champagne, he thought about how to write today's interview. The decline in coastal consumption power is to be said, and the three solutions in the mouth of Consultant Mo are also to be written, right! I have to make another trip to the relief station to see the so-called "Tsarist aristocrats".

He drank the champagne in his glass in one gulp, regretting that it was such a good time, but unfortunately there was no one to celebrate with him, and then subconsciously took out his pocket watch and saw that there were still two hours before five o'clock, and Ono Meidai had not yet left work.

This thought was born, and he was shocked to talk about it, he would want to celebrate Japan's defeat with a Japanese, and this person wanted to kill him not long ago - yes, this is not a celebration, but a demonstration, you can't kill me, and your country can't conquer my country.

He put his pocket watch back, breathed a sigh of relief, and called the waiter to settle the bill. But the waiter came with a clear female voice, jumping like a spot of light beating on the leaves in summer: "Talk about reporters! ”

The girl he had been thinking about a minute ago came from the door, she wore a dark green "color" Xiangyun gauze cheongsam, embroidered with silk threads with dark lines of the same "color", a string of beads hanging around her neck, each one full and round, and a gauze hat on her head, and the black "color" veil edge hooked on the chin, lining the person elegant and noble.

Tan Jing had never seen Ono Meidai's makeup, which made him not recognize her for a while, and he was still racking his brains to remember which beauty this was. And this beauty walked all the way through the mottled light and shadow cast on the ground by the colored windows, as if the thousands of women in the world were trampled under their feet, so the flowers lost their "color", and thousands of phoenixes were in the sky.

"Talking about the good mood of the reporter and drinking champagne alone, do you want to celebrate something?"

Tan Jing recognized Midai Ono, he used the action of "touching" his nose to hide the expression on his face, and sat down again: "Isn't this enough to celebrate?" ”

As he spoke, he suddenly became mischievous and said to the waiter beside him, "Give this young lady a glass of champagne too." ”

Celebrating Japan's imminent defeat with a Japanese, what's ridiculous? It's a great thing.

Ono Meidai didn't know the news he had just gotten, and naturally he didn't know the twists and turns in his heart, the waiter brought the champagne, and she evened it into the Tan Jing cup, and then said, "Congratulations to the reporter for not dying." ”

Tan Jing clinked glasses with her with a malicious smile, and heard Midai Ono continue: "I hope that all the time from today to the end, Tan Reporter can survive the catastrophe and turn evil into good fortune." ”

Tan Jing was stunned for a moment, and told whether she was in the war book or not.

"I want to drink every glass of champagne in the world to celebrate." She spoke from the bottom of her heart, espionage work is a job that really pins your head to your belt, especially for people like Tan Jing who even lost her real name.

Ono sighed softly, brought the cup to her lips, and called out in an inaudible voice before the liquor "liquid" flowed into her mouth: "Scholar." ”

Talking about the competition moved his ears.

"I didn't expect Secretary Ono to come early," he said, putting down his glass, "I just finished an interview and was about to go to the relief station to ask for some data. ”

Ono Midai nodded: "I'll go with you." ”

Tan Jing looked at Ono Meidai's makeup again: "Secretary Ono's dress doesn't seem to be suitable for going to the relief station." ”

Ono Midai frowned her delicately slender curved eyebrows: "Then what do you mean?" Do you want me to wait for you here? ”

Tan Jing actually nodded seriously: "Okay, I'll go and go back quickly." ”

Ono Meidai couldn't cry or laugh: "Don't you feel troublesome when you run around like this?" ”

As she spoke, she stood up, shook off a long black coat hanging from the crook of her arm, and put it on the outside of the cheongsam. The bright light was immediately completely covered, leaving only a cold and solemn look, lined with red lips, which became sharper and sharper.

She looked at Tan Jing: "Is this okay?" ”

Tan Jing was stunned for a moment: "Ah...... Yes, yes. ”

They took a rickshaw to the aid station, but Ono Meidai didn't get out of the car, Tan Jing pulled up the canopy for her, and let her sit in the car and wait, and he simply asked a few words and left.

At the beginning of its operation, the social assistance station in Binhai was opened by the abbot of the Binhai Authority, and three cans of cow "milk", half a catty of bread and half a catty of grain were distributed to those who came to receive relief every day.

But this ration lasted less than the second week before it was forced to be reduced - the official who made the rules went in and out of high-end restaurants every day, and he was used to the lights, so he really thought that the world was leveling everywhere.

Tan Jing squeezed in from the crowd outside the relief station, the air was filled with the smell of sweat and some unknown but extremely uncomfortable smells, he opened the way in front of him with one hand, and protected his glasses with the other, and kept saying: "Let one go, please let one go......

Someone was pushed away by him and scolded dissatisfiedly: "You are a person who can afford to wear clothes, why do you want to come to save life food with us?" ”

Tan Jing wiped the sweat on his face: "Don't worry, I'm not here to receive relief." ”

The man looked up and down at him: "You are not here to receive relief, are you here to deliver relief?" ”

It didn't matter what he said, everyone around him looked at it.

"I'm not here to deliver relief," Tan Jing said, "I'm a journalist, I'm here to see how everyone's relief is." ”

"How can it be!" A woman with high and prominent cheekbones and a sallow face grabbed Tan Jing's cuffs, "Four hundred people share half a catty of grain, what do you say, I can't even share a grain of grain!" ”

Tan Jing was taken aback, he had long expected that the initial quota would not last long, but he did not expect that it would fall so badly in the end.

The poor people crowded outside the aid station seemed to have found an outlet, and the "tide" poured into the conversation, you said a word to me, every word of blood and tears, and even a mother ripped open her shirt to show him, her chest and ribs were distinct, and the "milk" room was almost hanging down to the navel, crying to him: "I still have a doll at home who wants to drink 'milk', but I don't have any 'milk' for him to drink, master, we can't live, simply, let's starve to death together!" ”

The man next to him sneered: "Why don't you cry when you boil water for your doll to eat?" Now I'm here to sell miserably with the reporter, if you really can't live, why don't you sell it! Lao Tzu buys you with half a tael of rice. ”

The woman's eyes lit up: "Are you serious? ”

The crowd burst into laughter: "You believe that he is half a tael of grain, and he only has half a tael of husk!" ”

Tan Jing was squeezed hot and embarrassed by the crowd, and in a trance he heard the woman say, "That's okay." ”

His stomach was churning, and the champagne he had just drunk was churning in his heart. At this time, the wooden planks of the window for relief were carried down, and the crowd made a louder noise, and the "tide" rushed over.

Tan Jing grabbed a person and asked, "What do they mean when they just said that woman boiled water for a doll to eat?" ”

"She's starving." The man said indifferently.

Tan Jing felt that the "liquid" he had just drunk was pouring into his throat at the moment.

The crowd had crowded to the small window, each with a withered hand, and a faint face swaying in the window, and one hand reached out and sprinkled a handful of rice mixed with shells and grains of sand towards the crowd.

Like a drop of water dripping into a pot of boiling oil, the hundreds of people squatted down in unison to grab the rice on the ground, and the screams of women and the scolding of men came from the crowd. Tan Jing looked at him from a distance and asked the person next to him, "Why don't you go?" ”

"You see it," the man smiled, "and it's useless to go." ”

Tan Jing couldn't help but hold on to the tree and retched a few times, the man looked at it coldly, and sneered: "Scholar." ”

Only then did he raise his head and look at the man, who was also a "man who could afford to wear clothes", and seemed to be much more dignified than those who grabbed food.

"I work at Yuxian College and work as a coolie for them." The man replied, "I get seven dollars a month, and sometimes meat." ”

Talking about competition is inexplicable, a school, what coolies are needed.

"Just do the chores and carry heavy loads," he said, taking out a stack of square, three-layered handkerchief bags from his arms, carefully taking out the last handful of tobacco leaves from it, looking at Tan Jing, hesitating, not letting him, stuffing it into his mouth and chewing it, "It's better, they ...... them."

He glanced at the crowd contemptuously: "I just don't want to endure hardship, I want to eat for nothing, but I can't get anything." ”

Tan Jing's churning stomach had not calmed down, and he looked at him with a frown: "You don't receive food, what are you doing at the aid station?" ”

"Buy cigarettes," the man looked around, "there are a few Japanese who bring tobacco from Japan to sell, good cigarettes, cheap." ”

Tan Jing is highly sensitive to the word "Japanese", and he controls his emotions and asks lightly, "Is it?" Then I'll buy a little bit too. ”

The man ignored him, and stretched his neck to look left and right, and the crowd in front of him was like a huge beehive that had only been picked up with a stick, and the swarm of bees roared and was extremely chaotic.

But he still saw the person he was waiting for from the "chaotic" crowd, and jumped up and greeted: "Mr. Yoshino! ”

The three people who squeezed out of the crowd were still wearing Japanese costumes, and their knives were pinned to their waists, and when they walked in, Tan Jing saw that their knives were not katana swords at all, but just wooden scabbards, and they were also carved in a mess, which was extremely clumsy.

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