It turns out that the seawater desalination equipment on the submarine is not operating normally, in addition to the cooling water supply to the core of the self-circulating state, the domestic water of the crew has become a problem, and the repair of seawater desalination equipment requires some pipe hoops and threaded flanges, preferably alloy steel, of course, forged steel, in addition to various fasteners, pipeline instruments, sampling coolers, screws asbestos gaskets, large-diameter screws, gas shielded argon arc welding equipment......

Just by virtue of the boatswain's common sense, he could see that there were a few things that could not be obtained in this era, obviously the gang of people on 419 thought that it was easy to purchase these things, and they simply did not know that firewood and rice were expensive, and the foreign banks here only accept precious metals or US dollars and pounds, and they did not want fiat currency in the reserve bills, not to mention fake money, what should they do next? You can't grab it.

In fact, after 3 days, even the money for the hotel was gone. However, he suppressed the telegram first, so as not to sweep Lin Xiuxuan's interest. He always felt that Lin Xiuxuan was a little frivolous or contemptuous at times, but that self-confident energy was still very useful most of the time.

Lin Xiuxuan tidied up in front of the mirror for a long time, then put on a top hat and went down with Ma Qiang. At this time, Shanghai Tang is the most lively time when the neon is rising, and everyone who wants to come and enter is here.

Lin straightened his hair again in the elevator, brushed his suit, and was meticulous, and it was finally his turn to perform.

As soon as the elevator door opened, a group of reporters rushed up, and a burst of magnesium lights shot randomly, shaking him dizzy for a while, Ma Qiang blocked the front, ready to respond at any time.

Looking at it again, it turned out that it was not filming the two of them, and it turned out that another elevator next to it also happened to open the door, and the full-fledged female star Li Xianglan was walking out, surrounded by reporters and neurotic fans who had been waiting for a long time.

I saw this Manchurian queen wearing a green cheongsam and a shawl with big waves; Standing and looking forward to life, he was clasping his hands in front of his chest at this time, smiling silently, flattered, and then took the flowers offered by a small Kai in the front row, and then began to wave to the surrounding crowd.

It turned out to be just a false alarm. But dozens of reporters and hundreds of fans with flowers and autographs have gathered around, blocking Lin Xiuxuan's way out, and the crowd is getting more and more crazy, and finally Lin Xiuxuan and Ma Qiang are also surrounded by the crowd, standing with female stars, agents and other people, unable to get out. The crowd outside didn't know, and thought they were carrying a bag or a bodyguard for Li Xianglan or something.

"I'm a reporter from Hua's birthday newspaper, may I ask Miss Li, how do you feel about participating in the China-Japan Exchange Conference this time?"

"May I ask Miss Li, is the news that China Pictures will turn around next year true?"

"I'm Ono, a reporter from Tokyo Daily, and I asked Miss Li how she will arrange her visit to Japan at the end of the year."

Lin Xianglan calmly stuffed the flowers in her hand into Lin Xiuxuan's arms on the side, and then began to be interviewed, she probably regarded Lin as a bodyguard arranged by the organizer. Lin was afraid to squeeze out hard and attract attention, so he simply stood next to him and lowered the brim of his hat so as not to be photographed.

"I think as a Manchukuo and a Chinese, I deeply hope that there will be permanent peace between China and Japan." She said in a sweet voice, and it turned out to be a standard Beijing dialect.

"As a Manchurian, also Chinese?" Lin Xiuxuan sneered in his heart.

"I am a reporter from the Great Beauty Evening News, and I would like to ask the queen of the song, why did she participate in the so-called exchange activities planned by the Japanese behind the scenes on such a sensitive day when Chinese with a conscience are very sensitive? Do you know what the background of organizations like the 'China-Japan Cultural Exchange Association' or the 'Xingya Association' is? The voice of the question was not loud, but it was very sonorous, and for a moment it overpowered all other gossip questions; The noisy scene suddenly became solemn.

Lin immediately noticed that there were two big men in the crowd, who had already squeezed through the crowd, one left and one right to the thin reporter of the Damei Evening News, obviously identifying him as a troublemaker, Ma Qiang on Lin Xiuxuan's side was almost applauding, Lin immediately stabbed him with his arm, he was afraid that once someone next to him wanted to be unfavorable to the reporter, Ma Qiang would take action.

"This morning, I just went to the Longhua Orphanage," Li Xianglan suddenly became sad, and the manager next to her immediately put on a handkerchief when he saw the signs, "I saw those children who lost their parents because of the war. Seeing the plaque inscribed by Chairman Wang, I couldn't help but feel sad, "She turned her body writhingly, her eyes flashing with thunder, "Here, I hope that all good friends in the press can run for an early end to the war that destroys humanity and enable the Chinese and Japanese people to join hands to build a new Asia." ”

As he spoke, he burst into tears, and for a while the pear blossoms brought rain, which was moving, and he didn't know if it was true or not.

The capable manager saw that the time was almost up, and immediately rushed to the front: "Miss Xianglan is going to participate in the exchange conference today, so don't ask sad questions, and you can continue to ask questions after the conference." I'm sorry, please borrow, please borrow. ”

For a while, all the people followed the song and left, and only Lin Xiuxuan and Ma Qiang were left near the elevator, and it happened that the waiter pushed the trolley to pick up the garbage past in front of him, and Lin crumpled the bouquet of flowers into a ball and threw it into the trash can on the cart. He straightened his clothes and walked to the door of the venue with Ma Qiang, and saw two big men pushing the reporter of the Damei Evening News, obviously not wanting to let him in. Lin took out the invitation card from his pocket, and the Japanese woman who bowed her head at the door did not look at the invitation carefully, and casually let the two people in, but there was another group of people in charge of security checks, which was roughly to use a magnetic signal detector to monitor the weapons of the guests, of course, the detector was not as complex as the scanning equipment of later generations, the shape was just like a mine detector used by a sapper, the size was slightly smaller, and the security personnel were separated by about 10 centimeters, sweeping the guests from top to bottom. Use the audio in the headphones to determine if the guest has metal objects hidden on them. Guests with various packages are also required to open and inspect, and it seems that the Hongkou Park explosion caused by Yoon Bong-gil, a North Korean righteous soldier, nine years ago, is still fresh in the memory of the Japanese.

Behind the capital venue, the interior has been properly arranged, roughly like a theater, with a higher stage in front of it, and several rows of seats in each direction around the stage.

Facing the two rows at the front of the stage, there are obviously VIP seats, and in front of the seats there is a coffee table with tea and pastries, and the names of the guests are on the coffee table. Behind the VIP seats and on both sides of the stage are seats for ordinary guests. The seats of the Chinese and the Japanese are separated, with the Japanese on the left and the Chinese on the right, as if this arrangement alludes to the old tradition of respecting the left.

Lin Xiuxuan did not rush to find his seat, but took Ma Qiang to go around first to master the surrounding environment, at this moment, the VIP seat is not yet full, but he is quick-eyed, he can still know the big identity of the guest seat in advance through the sign on the coffee table.

The representatives of the Wang government are also separated from the Japanese government personnel. The first place on the Chinese side is "President Zhou Zuoren of the East Asian Cultural Association", but the seat is empty, and the seat of Wen Lanting, president of the Shanghai Chamber of Commerce in Shanghai, is also empty, in fact, no one in the entire first row has arrived.

Behind the sign in the second row, which reads "Takeo Fukuda, Financial Adviser to the National Government," there was a Japanese couple who had arrived early, with a five or six-year-old child, wearing a suit and bow tie, with a large forehead, and a pair of glasses. As a representative of the Nanjing puppet government, Takeo Fukuda is obviously regarded as a representative of the Wang government.

"Look at that short man, he is the post-war Japanese Prime Minister Fukuda." Lin Xiuxuan whispered to Ma Qiang.

"Just that little old man? Isn't he Yasuo? , this appearance will not change for a lifetime. ”

Lin Xiuxuan realized that Ma Qiang understood what he meant wrongly, but what he said was not bad, this family will have two Japanese prime ministers in the future.

They wanted to walk a few more steps to see who was number one on the Japanese side, but there were a few vicious-looking plainclothes blocking the Chinese from approaching, so they had to give up.

Another door next to the venue leads to the large dining room, where you can see the waiters still serving their plates.

As soon as the two of them found their seats, they heard the Japanese guests on the left erupt in applause, and they saw that the Japanese expatriates who had entered there first had all stood up solemnly, obviously welcoming some big shot. The last one who walked in was a stocky Japanese army general, with a military uniform full of large and small medals and a war knife pinned to him. This guy frequently beckoned to the Japanese, and it seemed that he had no frame for his compatriots, but the Chinese did not even look at it.

"Who the fuck is this old devil? So arrogant? Ma Qiang asked in a low voice.