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Tan Jing's Japanese is very good, unlike the person who has to communicate by pointing fingers and gesturing, he opens his mouth to speak fluent Japanese.

The three Japanese were taken aback: "Are you Japanese?" ”

Tan Jing smiled incomprehensibly, and instead of answering, he asked, "You sell tobacco?" What tobacco? ”

The three of them looked him up and down at his dress, he had just squeezed out of the crowd of relief, his robe was stained with dust, and he looked like a down-and-out scholar.

"Are you Japanese? Which parish are you from? ”

"Mr. Kojiro Watanabe is my friend." Tan Jing was not familiar with these Japanese groups who had traveled across the ocean to China to make a living, so he had to use the name of Watanabe Kojiro to speak, but in fact, Watanabe was worth in this group of people, and he didn't know how much he was.

But the sudden expressions on the faces of those people at least showed that they had heard the name.

"It turned out to be a friend of Watanabe's owner, and a friend of the owner is also coming to us to buy tobacco?"

"I just met him, and he said that he was waiting for you to trade tobacco, so he was going to buy some by the way." Tan Jing breathed a sigh of relief and asked again, "What kind of tobacco do you sell?" ”

"It's native to Japan." The Japanese at the head unloaded the wooden boxes they were carrying, and Tan Jing noticed that their bare calves were scarred and their toes were yellowed calluses, presumably just poor people struggling to survive in Japan.

"Good tobacco leaves," the person at the head held a cloth bag and carefully handed it to Tan Jing, "This is the best tobacco we brought this time, I originally wanted to sell it at a high price, but since Watanabe's boss's friend wants to buy it, then the cost will be given to you." ”

Tan Jing pinched a few pieces, put them in front of his nose and sniffed them, the quality is not top-notch, at best, it is less than the top, more than the bottom.

"Is the market in the coastal area better than in Japan?" He asked, "Why don't you sell it in Japan?" ”

The man smiled miserably: "Mr. Watanabe is also going to China to earn a living...... No one in Japan buys tobacco leaves except for medical clinics. ”

"Where's the cigarette factory?"

"They don't use that much tobacco." The man thought he was asking too much, and he began to get impatient, "Distinguished guest, I have a good tobacco leaf, can you buy it?" ”

"Buy," Tan Jing took out a dollar, "how long have you been in Binhai?" ”

"This trip arrived the day before yesterday," the man "revealed" a look of disdain at the piece of money in Tan Jing's hand, but the hard worker of Yuxian College next to him widened his eyes, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and then he went to see Tan Jing again, and his indifferent face "revealed" a little stammering and flattering.

Tan Jing stood still in the intertwined gaze of many people, and he handed a piece of money to the Japanese man with a calm expression: "How often?" ”

It seems that this dollar is not buying tobacco leaves, but his answer.

"Half a month, the things I brought this time are sold out, so I'll go back and pick them up again." The man took the money and put a dollar of tobacco in his palm.

Tan Jing took out another dollar: "Do you pay taxes?" ”

"Pay taxes?" The man's eyes widened and he made a sarcastic expression, "Who to pay taxes?" ”

"Japanese customs, you belong to cross-border trade."

The man said hard: "Boss Watanabe is the cross-border trade, and we ...... We are smugglers. ”

He said, with a savage look on his face, as if he didn't care about the charge that would have caught them in the trumpet.

"You don't really buy tobacco." The man looked at the money between his fingers, and his expression of nonchalance was mixed with disdain, "Waste my good things, I won't do your business." ”

In a short period of time, the food to be distributed at the relief station in front of him had been distributed, the wooden planks on the windows and doors had been loaded again, and some people were pounding the planks, but the crowd had not gathered for a long time, and they were still busy begging for a living in other places.

The clearing they left behind seemed to have never been visited before, and a few "women" were lying on the ground, rummaging through every crack in the soil and stones, trying to see if there were any fish that had slipped through the net when they had just been sowing grain.

Tan Jing suddenly remembered what he had just heard, the indifferent sentence "Her child is starving to death." ”

He didn't bother with the Japanese, turned and walked away, knocking on the door of the relief station.

There was an impatient insult from inside, and he couldn't understand the coastal dialect he used, so he only replied: "I'm a reporter from the 'Chao' Sound Daily." ”

He pretended to be confused: "I'm off work, let's come back tomorrow." ”

However, there are nine times out of ten that the yamen is taboo against reporters, and 3,000 years ago, someone said that "the mouth of the people is more important than the defense of Sichuan." But Sichuan is good or good, it is all something that the people on the top floor of the building consider, and those officials who do not sit on the country only feel sorry for their own lack of money, and they will not pity this country full of holes.

Tan Jing shouted again: "I am Tan Jing, a reporter from the "Chaosheng Daily". ”

Now there is no more foolish answer, more words are wrong, not to say good.

He knew there was someone inside, but he didn't dwell on it, after all, the information didn't come from one place.

Midai Ono was still waiting for him in the same place, and in the rickshaw, she had a Chinese book spread out on her lap, as if she had turned it many times, and the pages were rolled up.

Tan Jing returned to the car in a disdain, his head tilted back, leaned against the shelf of the carport, covered his eyes with his right hand, and said nothing.

Ono Medelity looked at his soiled kaftan and did not speak to him, but instead instructed the coachman who was squatting in front of him to smoke and report the address of his home.

Tan Jing came back to life and cheered up to deal with her: "I'm sorry, Secretary Ono, I'm afraid I won't be able to go to see the house with you today, I still have a job, and I want to return to the society." ”

Midai Ono looked into his eyes: "You need to take care of your appearance before you can see people again." ”

As she spoke, she suddenly found that this caftan was the same blue cotton caftan she had picked up in the ready-to-wear store that day, and Tan Jing seemed to like it very much, and the last time I saw Sukawa Shun, it was also this one.

Tan Jing politely dismissed Ono Meide's good intentions, but the latter stopped talking to him and lowered his head to look at the Chinese book, making Tan Jing, who had been talking politely for a long time, look a little ridiculous. The coachman ran non-stop for the first moment, from the outskirts of the city to where Midai Ono lived, and he had to run like this for forty minutes.

Tan Jing leaned back in his chair again and muttered in a low voice, "He has been running for so long, how much will we tip him later?" ”

Midai Ono raised her eyes from the page, "What did you encounter at the relief station?" ”

Tan Jing didn't answer, because he found that with his ability to express himself, he couldn't accurately describe the hellish relief station on earth.

"Advisor Mo just said that the relief station has relieved a lot of Tsarist Russian nobles." He whispered, "I want to see if that's true." ”

"Did you see that?"

"See."

"What do you see?"

"People, people who are not ghosts, people who are not ghosts."

Ono closed the scroll and stopped talking. Who could be in the almshouse? Those who can barely survive will not come here.

Tan Jing spread out his palm, the tobacco leaves of the dollar were wet with sweat in his palms, crumpled and shrunk together, he put the tobacco leaves to his nose, breathed hard, and inhaled all the stimulating taste of tobacco into his brain.

On his second visit to Ono's bathroom, it was still as clean as ever, as if even the various shampoos had not changed, not so much neat as - as if no one had come in since the last time.

He washed his hair, hands and face, and went out wearing a shirt and trousers in a long shirt, and Ono had already washed his blue cloth long shirt, and was wrapping a "wool" towel to squeeze the moisture inside to dry quickly.

"You look good in this kaftan."

Tan Jing was at a loss for a while, and then remembered that this shirt was bought by Midai Ono.

He immediately became cramped: "How much, I'll give you the money." ”

"It's a gift from the consulate." Ono Medai smiled slightly, "I went to the consulate to report all the expenses that day." So this dress was given to you by the consulate, and if you want to pay it back, then go to the consulate. ”

Tan Jing's hand in his wallet paused, and slowly drooped to his side: "Then thank you Consul Qichuan." ”

He sat down on the couch in the living room, his elbows resting on his knees, his head growing heavily...... It's like 800 pounds.

"Is there more work in the consulate?" He said in a muffled voice, "It's okay to have less money. ”

"Nope." Ono said, "Why do you ask the consulate, this is something that the coastal authorities have to 'worry about'." ”

From politics to economy, the actual ruler of Binhai is the consulate, and the authorities are just doing miscellaneous things for Qichuan Xun.

"Don't expect the consulate," Ono added, "and the prices of things here are much more expensive than usual, or even unaffordable. ”

There is no subject in her words, and Tan Jing doesn't know who the person she says "can't pay" is, and he is still the group of people who need to work.

But he could hear that there was a deep meaning in her words, and one of the reasons why a thing had to be told in a tricky way was that it couldn't be said, but the person who said it had to say it.

"Talking about reporters, with all due respect," Midai Ono turned her head away and began to squeeze the kaftan again, "You can't save any of those people at the relief station." ”

"Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if you save one, what about the rest of the people? Is there only one coastal city in China? ”

Tan Jing was speechless, because she was right.

"Journalists should put their energy on more important places," said Ono, "saving the country and saving the people, saving the country should be the first place." ”

Tan Jing looked at her in shock, not understanding how she, a Japanese, could say such a thing.

"Secretary Ono is right," he clenched his fist to his lips and coughed lightly, "Since I am fortunate to be reused by Consul Qichuan, I will naturally do my best to help her help China." ”

Ono looked at him and chuckled softly.

Tan Jing is now full of doubts about Ono Meidai because she is so important...... It's so important that it can almost decide the life and death of the competition.

"Where is Secretary Ono from?"

He suddenly threw out such a question, and this question was also asked to him by Midai Ono.

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