Zhang Tianhao rested with An Ran and the three girls until midnight, and then returned to the villa. He also learned about the thoughts of several people. An Ran and the other four Shanghai girls also had plans to join.
This was obviously something Zhang Tianhao had not expected, but they seemed to have little connection with Wen Yayue and the others, and the four of them wanted to join the underground party.
This was a complete surprise for Zhang Tianhao.
Once the two parties meet directly in the future, Zhang Tianhao will feel a little cold just thinking about it.
Of course, Zhang Tianhao only told him this one by one when they talked about it.
Zhang Tianhao did not comment on this, but told them to be careful again and again. The only thing for them to remember is to be careful again and again.
With complicated feelings, Zhang Tianhao returned directly to the villa, then took a bottle of red wine, sat in the hall and drank slowly.
He did not expect that after the girls had been outside for more than a year, their entire thoughts had changed. Encouraged by progressive ideas, they began to have their own ideas.
There was disappointment, excitement, and an inexplicable melancholy, as if the little white rabbit that had been raised was about to be married off.
I don't know what thoughts Deng Han and Fang Yu in Wuhan have. It's just that Wuhan is too far away and it's inconvenient to travel there. For him, it's a little too little to see each other only once a year.
When it was just dawn the next day, Zhang Tianhao was awakened by the sound of slight footsteps. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the maid who had already gotten up to prepare breakfast for him, and he smiled to himself.
I was thinking about drinking last night and ended up drinking so much that I fell asleep on the sofa for the rest of the night.
One gift at a time, Zhang Tianhao couldn't prepare anything else for them. As for the identities, he directly prepared four Hong Kong identities.
After having some breakfast, Qian Chong Wu Teng came over and invited Zhang Tianhao to play at the Kendo Hall.
"President, this is the kendo hall of our Yamato nation. The environment here is not bad. Many of our businessmen like to come here to practice kendo."
Qianzhong Wuteng walked in and introduced to Zhang Tianhao: "There are usually not many people here, and many people from the local area like to practice kendo here."
"Kendo, how much I miss the kendo my father taught me when I was a child. Unfortunately, he passed away just a few years after he came to China. I remember that at that time, I practiced kendo from time to time. But after not practicing for many years, I couldn't
I'm a little rusty." Zhang Tianhao had a nostalgic expression, as if he was really sad.
"Oh, the president has also practiced kendo. I wonder which sect he belongs to? You can learn kendo from the president today. That would be such a blessing." Qianzhong Wuteng immediately bowed and said seriously.
"Okay, I don't know my school. When I was a child, I heard my father say that he seems to know many schools, but the Shinto style is the main one! It's called the Katori Shinto style. It focuses on actual combat."
"Shinto-ryu, that's great. Many people nowadays are one-sword style, Shinto-style, or Shinto Muken-ryu. Today, the president will definitely have an eye-opening experience."
"Chijue-kun, why are you free to come to our kendo hall today?" A Japanese man wearing a kimono came over and said hello directly to Chijue Buteng.
"Ida-kun, this is my president, Mihara Kojiro. The president is often away from Shanghai, so he rarely shows up. This time I invite the president to come over!"
At the same time, he introduced to Zhang Tianhao: "President, this is Mr. Kamichi Ida, the owner of the museum here, and a master of swordsmanship!"
After the three of them exchanged polite words, they entered a kendo room.
Soon, he changed into a kendo uniform and put on a mask, and then a bamboo sword was delivered to him, while Zhang Tianhao was also practicing in style.
At about ten o'clock, Zhang Tianhao and his party were getting ready to take a rest when they saw the door to their room open and a middle-aged man walk in.
"Chijue-kun, Ida-kun, I heard that a distinguished guest is here, won't you disturb me?"
"How is that possible? You are also our distinguished guest, please!" Chijue Buteng and Ida Kameichi obviously know each other, and they are relatively familiar with each other.
Zhang Tianhao smiled, stepped forward and bowed, and then said casually: "It seems that we are really destined today. Since we have another distinguished guest here, it's great. Let's practice the way of swordsmanship."
"How about I treat you all to a drink later?"
When the middle-aged man opposite heard this, he laughed loudly: "Of course, Mr. Mihara has never been seen before. It is an honor for me to meet him this time."
"Hahaha, you're welcome. Although I don't know your name, but from the sound of your voice, you must be a warm and hospitable person. How about we have a fight? According to Chinese words, we don't know each other until we fight."
"Okay, what Mr. Mihara said is right. Since we are on Chinese soil, we must do as the Romans do. Please!"
Zhang Tianhao held the sword in his left hand, then gently placed his right hand on the hilt, then took a small step back with his right leg and made a lunge, staring at the opponent's eyes and face that were covered by the shield.
"One sword style?"
"hehe!"
Almost as soon as Zhang Tianhao half-smiled, he rushed forward, and then the bamboo sword in his hand was also held tightly with his left hand, and his right hand was still resting on the hilt.
When the two of them were less than three steps away, Zhang Tianhao's sword was drawn out as fast as lightning, and he struck at the opponent.
"Bah bang bang!"
As the two people's bamboo swords kept hitting, they heard bursts of collision sounds from all around, and the two people's feet kept moving, and the bamboo swords in their hands hit each other quickly.
"See, sir, your swordsmanship is from the Yagyu Sword School. It is indeed powerful." Zhang Tianhao said while fighting, but there was no pause in the movements of his hands.
Zhang Tianhao's swordsmanship directly integrates the Ito style, which is mainly Shinto style, but is not limited to Shinto style.
But the middle-aged man opposite was getting more and more frightened. He clearly felt that Zhang Tianhao still had a lot of energy left when he drew his sword, and he even spoke clearly and steadily.
But it was also the first time that he met such a master, so he started to fight with him, becoming more and more fluent, and the more he played, the happier he became. It seemed that Zhang Tianhao was probably giving him some tricks.
In this way, the two of them fought for a quarter of an hour. Zhang Tianhao suddenly took a step back and said with a smile: "Sir, how about we make peace? You are really a master of swordsmanship."
"In that case, Mr. Mihara is the master here. If I lose, I lose." Only then did the other party slowly remove his hood and bow to Zhang Tianhao.
Zhang Tianhao also took off his hood, returned the salute, and then recognized the other person.
"It turns out to be Mr. Takahashi. I really didn't expect that I would meet you." Zhang Tianhao recognized the not-so-famous Tomohiko Takahashi at a glance. He was nominally a director of the Federation of Commerce, but who in later generations would not know that he was
A senior Japanese spy.
"It's such an honor for Mr. Mihara to know me. It's such an honor."
When Takahashi heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
"Mr. Takahashi is the famous chairman of the board of directors of our Japan United Chamber of Commerce. My little Mihara Club will ask for Takahashi-kun to take care of me in the future."
This chapter has been completed!