January 28, Republic 2765 (1924), Osaka, Japan.

The north wind was blowing, the lead-gray clouds were rushing in the sky, the cold snap was rolling, and a heavy snow was brewing. By about three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun had already put away its faint light and hid in the clouds as thick as cotton tires, and everywhere it was drowsy.

This year's winter in Japan is particularly cold, and today is the coldest, with temperatures before snow being the coldest. The bustling streets suddenly became quiet, and there were many fewer pedestrians, and most of them took refuge in their houses. Ice cubes like stalactites hang under the eaves on both sides of the street, and the glass windows are covered with ice cream flowers. The trees on both sides of the street were only bare branches, and the trees swayed in the cold wind, and the branches whipped in the air like whips dancing wildly.

The cold wind roared and pierced the skin of pedestrians like needles. The pedestrians who remained on the street had no choice but to button their winter coats tightly, put their hands in their pockets, and bent their necks forward. I couldn't help but speed up my pace,

There is a five-story hotel called "Yodoho" on the side of the road at the intersection, and the Japanese economy has been weak due to the impact of the Great Kanto Earthquake, and the business of this hotel has not been good in recent months. But for some reason, business has suddenly picked up these days, and the entire rooms on the fifth and fourth floors are full.

"Yodoho" is a high-to-mid-range hotel with a three-star rating according to Japan's own rating standards. Since the American Zenith Group developed the star system of the hotel industry in 1910 and implemented it in the United States, the whole world has begun to follow suit. However, the current standard is not uniform, at most the industry associations of various countries formulate their own words. However, according to the general evaluation, France and Italy have the highest standards and belong to the first bracket. The United Kingdom, China, the United States, Germany and other countries are second, belonging to the second tier. The standard on the Japanese side is relatively low, which is considered the third gear. A three-star hotel in Japan is about the equivalent of a two-star hotel in the second tier and a one-star hotel in France and Italy.

In a room on the fifth floor by the street, a man looked at the facilities in the room and said disdainfully: "Hmph, there is only one black-and-white TV, still a 36-centimeter screen, and there is no cassette projector...... Can this also be called a three-star?" This man has a tall stature among Japanese people, and has a faint scar on the corner of his right eye.

He nagged and picked out a bunch of faults in this hotel: "This can also be called a three-star hotel?

Several other people in the room listened to each other, and they all felt that this guy's requirements were too high, and the three-star hotels here in Japan are already very good, and there are only seven or eight hotels above the three-star level in Osaka.

One of the middle-aged people couldn't listen anymore and said dissatisfiedly: "Matsushima, this is Japan, not Europe...... Besides, this time it's not for you to have fun. ”

"Okay, okay, so is the news of the target exact, when are you going to start?" Matsushima said disapprovingly.

The middle-aged man pointed to the map on the table and said, "According to our observations, the target's actions during this period are very regular, and he goes to this building every afternoon to give those damn cheap ...... Non-nationals propagate those great rebellious ideas. This guy is getting more and more arrogant, so the sooner the better, it's better to ...... today" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth a little, he originally wanted to say "untouchables", but suddenly it occurred to him that there were some nobles and even people from the royal family in that group, so he changed his words to "non-nationals".

The middle-aged man continued: "...... Every afternoon he would give lectures for three to four hours, leaving at about seven o'clock to return to the Japanese Society for Scientific Studies......" he pointed to a location diagonally opposite the "Yodoho" hotel, a nondescript apartment that was a paper mill that had recently been rented by the Japanese Society for Scientific Research for classes.

Matsushima walked to the window, looked at the other side, and gave a thumbs up again, measuring the distance.

"The distance from here to the gate over there is 255 meters...... the middle-aged man said next to him.

"Hehe, Yamada-san, you're very well prepared. Matsushima nodded with a smile and said, "Looking at it all the way, it seems that only this place is the most suitable...... The Japanese Society for Scientific Studies is their nest, and there is no suitable place around, this guy goes out by car, hmph, his car is also a bulletproof car, and it is not easy to do it on the road. ”

"Yes, that kind of car is a Chinese BMW bulletproof sedan, we have done experiments, and it is difficult for heavy machine guns to penetrate, even the chassis. According to our information, their car is said to be specially made in China, and it is estimated that the defense will be stronger...... "Another person said.

The middle-aged man nodded: "Well, then you can decide for yourself, anyway, I just need the result ......"

The middle-aged man stood up and said, "This floor and the next floor have been covered by our people with different identities, and the retreating vehicle is ...... at the back door."

"The remaining fifty thousand dollars will be deposited into your French account after the deed is completed...... the middle-aged man put on his hat and said before going out, "I don't want any accidents, and I don't want to hear that this matter has anything to do with us." Remember, although you now have French nationality, we are also irresistible to you......"

Matsushima smiled disapprovingly, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Keeping customers confidential is the work ethic of our industry, Yamada-san, you can rest assured......"

After Yamada's people went downstairs, a person who looked like a retinue couldn't help but say, "Section chief, these guys are unreliable no matter how you look at them......

"Of course I know that these mercenaries are unreliable, but this matter must not be implicated in us, so we can only let these people who have nothing to do with us do it. Yamada sneered: "I'm not just using them to get ahead, we also have a backhand." ”

With that, they got into a car and left.

In the upstairs room, Matsushima was also discussing with a few companions. They all belong to a group of mercenaries who fought in France during World War I and have a relationship with a group of French Yankees. After the war, they returned to China without resettlement, and they were all starving to death. Matsushima is a man with a strong brain, and he is not the same as the kind of Japanese who have no tendons, so he found a relationship with France and wanted to work abroad.

At that time, France was suppressing the colonies and needed a lot of cannon fodder, so Matsushima's gang joined the French Foreign Legion through connections to suppress the Black Corn in Africa. After retiring from the Foreign Legion the year before, they obtained French citizenship, and then they set up their own mercenary organization. This group of people are all veterans of a hundred battles, with rich combat experience and excellent military skills, and they have become famous in the mercenary circles in Europe in the past two years.

This time, they were approached by people in Japan and gave them a large order of 100,000 US dollars, and the content of the list was to kill someone. These people are all poor and crazy, as long as the employer gives money, from bodyguards to killers, they can do everything from white to black, what is it to kill someone? Not to mention that the employer this time is extremely powerful, although they have already moved to France, they also have relatives and friends in China, and besides, as an employer, if you really want to clean them up, it is useless to stay in France. So no matter what the aspect, they can't refuse, and they don't dare to refuse.

"Boss, do you really want to vote for this? I think that person has a lot of truth in what he said, Japan needs to change ......," a small young man asked with some patience. Although he became French, he still has a lot of feelings for Japan, and now he also sees the mess in Japan, and he only hates the powerlessness to change.

Another person hurriedly said: "Fujii, you are stupid, of course you want to do it! This vote will be 100,000 US dollars, equivalent to 520,000 francs! This is our biggest business, Japan will not change and do our, we are now French......

Matsushima took out the parts of a sniper rifle from a suitcase and began to assemble them, saying without raising his head: "Fujii, if we don't make a vote, we won't even be able to get out of Osaka." Do you know who our employers are? They are some of the largest chaebols in Japan, and I guess they even have royal and Chinese backgrounds......"

"We shouldn't have said yes to ...... then"

"In Japan, whoever they want to die, they will die, do you think we don't agree? Will they stop? That person will still die, anyway, he is dead, it is better for us to make this money. Besides, since they have come to the door, if we refuse, we will end up in the same fate as that person, and France will not turn against them for a few of our pawns. ”

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At this time, a lecture was being held in the apartment they were monitoring in Matsushima, and Kita Kazuki was talking eloquently on the podium, and hundreds of students were listening attentively below.

He drew a table on the blackboard, filled it with various numbers, and said to the audience, "...... Look, this is the pre-war and post-war price index and the disposable income index of each class......"

The content of the table is very intuitive, and it lists the disposable income index of the middle class such as peasants and workers, the middle class such as doctors and intellectuals, and the high-level elites from 1910 to the present, as well as the price index over the years.

“...... From this table, we can see that the price index in Japan has risen three times compared with the pre-war period, while the income of the workers and peasants, who account for more than 80 percent of the population, has increased by less than half, the income of the middle-income class has increased by more than four times, and the income of the high-level elites has increased by 23 times!"

Bei Yihui explained seriously on the podium, and he talked about these social and economic issues in the simplest and most understandable language, plus a lot of intuitive charts, so that only people with a little bit of culture can understand them.

After Bei Yihui's explanation, the students really understood why they were earning more money now, but they felt that the quality of life was getting worse and worse. Because the price increase is never all at once, and each time the price is only a part of the goods. Everyone needs different goods, and it is simply impossible to notice the price of all goods. As a result, everyone's overall feeling about the price increase is the same, but the degree of impact of the price increase is different, and they cannot feel the details of the price increase.

The students below listened attentively, many of them were taking notes carefully, and some of them had good economic conditions, and felt that using notes was not enough, so they used tape recorders. Some of the most local students even used cameras to record the entire class. Next to Kita Yihui's podium, there were more than 20 tape recorders of various brands, and there were several cameras in the last row.

An hour later, Kita Yihui closed the handout and said, "Everyone, that's all for today's class, and now ...... class ends."

"Thank you Mr. North for your selfless guidance!" all the students stood up, bowed to him and said goodbye, and then left the classroom one after another.

One of the remaining cadets came over and bowed to him, and then said, "Hello, Mr. Kita, my name is Teruzo Ando, and I am a cadet of the 38th class of the Army Non-commissioned Officer School.

"Ando-kun, you're taking advantage of the winter vacation to attend classes now, right?" said Kita Yihui. The 38th session of the Army Non-commissioned Officer School was only entered last year.

"Yes, it is a great honor to be taught by him!" said Teruzo Ando respectfully.

"Tomorrow I will explain the guiding role of Bundeokism in industrial production...... "Kita Ikki replied as he gathered his things. The so-called "Buntokuism" is also the "scientific socialism" founded by President Wen, but the Japanese government is now nervous and is particularly sensitive to anything with the word "socialism", so in order to avoid trouble, Kita Ichiki and they replaced it with the word "Bundeokism".

"Mr. Kita, I have several classmates who are also very interested in Buntoku-ism, can I ask if they can also come and listen to it......" Teruzo Ando asked respectfully.

"Of course you can ......" Kita Ichiki patted Teruzo Ando on the shoulder, "I said that anyone who is interested in Buntoku-ism is welcome to come and discuss these things with us. Bundehemism is not a simple knowledge, it is a worldview and methodology, which will make us recognize the nature of the world, and I believe that these things are helpful to everyone. ”

"Since listening to Mr. Bei's teachings, I feel that the whole person is much smarter, and I can understand many things that I didn't understand before. Buntokutsu San, who created this school, is really a great man!" said Teruzo Ando with admiration. He thought to himself, even Mr. North is so good, what should that Chairman Wen look like?

Kita Kazuki and Teruzo Ando walked out of the classroom while talking. When they reached the gate, several bodyguards approached.

"Mr. Kita, it's cold outside, please get in the car quickly......" At this time, the snow had already begun to fall. The biting cold wind was blowing, and large snowflakes were falling from the dim sky.

"Okay...... Kita Yihui turned around and waved to Teruzo Ando, "Ando-kun, see you tomorrow......"

"Mr. Kita, goodbye!" Teizo Ando hurriedly bowed deeply.

Before he could get up, he suddenly heard a gunshot in the cold wind. But when he raised his head, he saw a shocking scene, Mr. Bei, whom he admired the most, clutched his chest and fell like a stake, and the bodyguards around him were in a mess. Several bodyguards hurriedly pulled out their guns and rushed towards the hotel at the intersection.

Teru Ando was stunned for five seconds before he realized that this was an assassination! He let out a heart-rending scream: "No!!"