The next day, Zhang Tianhao climbed up from the bed with satisfaction, and then stretched out.
After getting dressed, I went outside to do some laundry, and saw Shimada Yoko and her mother sitting on the side. It seemed that the mother and daughter had already gotten up.
"Hey, Miss Yoko, morning aunt."
"Jingping-kun, it's morning! Breakfast is ready now. Can you serve it now?"
"Miss Yoko, you're welcome, please!"
Zhang Tianhao greeted Miss Yoko politely, and then sat at the table like an uncle, waiting for little Yoko to bring rice and other things.
Although Zhang Tianhao's behavior may seem impolite, it is like this in Japan. Macho chauvinism is common. Even in other people's homes, you must pay attention to this aspect.
Otherwise, your master will look down upon you and say you are not manly.
"By the way, Miss Yoko, where are you going to play today?"
"Today I accompanied Jing Pingjun to visit some good places in Yangzhou. Those places are quite good scenic spots. I have been there once, and I still have some memories of them."
"Especially the Slender West Lake, Wenchang Pavilion, Twenty-four Bridges and other places in Yangzhou are quite beautiful. I believe Mr. Jingping will be satisfied if we go there to play there."
"Okay, then I will have to trouble Miss Yoko even more today."
After Zhang Tianhao had eaten, he thanked him politely and suggested a place to visit.
"By the way, Mr. Jingping, I have asked someone to prepare a suit for you. We don't need to wear military uniforms when we go out today. After all, Mr. Jingping looks more handsome in a suit."
After saying that, someone sent him a suit, and it was also a white suit.
"Huh!"
Looking at this suit, Zhang Tianhao was a little puzzled, but he immediately understood.
"Thank you so much, Ms. Yoko. This is the best gift I received today. Ms. Yoko is very considerate."
"You're welcome."
When Zhang Tianhao walked out of the room again, he was wearing a crisp suit, which really made people's eyes bright, especially that of Xiao Yoko's eyes.
Zhang Tianhao's overall figure is quite moderate to begin with. If his face wasn't a bit unsatisfactory, he might be really handsome.
Or if he uses his original face, the whole picture may be even better.
It's a pity that Jingping's face is darker and uglier than his original one.
But Jing Ping's face still looks a little better than the average face, just a little worse than Zhang Tianhao's face.
“It’s really good, it fits very well.”
At this time, Xiao Yoko also realized that he had lost his composure. He blushed, then started to look up and down, and still praised him.
"Thank you, little Yoko. Then let's go!"
The two of them chatted and laughed and prepared to go out. The car outside was already ready, and there were two bodyguards beside them, who had obviously changed into plain clothes.
He walked to the table and suddenly glanced at the newspaper on the table, and couldn't help but be stunned.
"Hey, isn't this what happened in Shanghai? Why has it been written down on the photo paper now?"
He took the newspaper on the table out of curiosity and flipped through it.
But he was laughing inside because the headline on the newspaper's front page turned out to be the telegram he sent last night, and the content remained basically unchanged.
And there were comments from the editor below, which made him find it quite interesting.
"Hey, what does "Declaration" mean? It actually reports words and deeds that are unfavorable to the empire. Isn't this a provocation to the empire?" He held the newspaper and read it while snorting with some dissatisfaction.
"Miss Yoko, have you seen it?"
"Having seen it, I'm also a little confused. What happened in Shanghai last night? Why were so many gang members taking to the streets to burn, kill, and loot? Aren't they afraid of being arrested?"
"Killing soldiers of the empire is a serious crime!"
"Who knows, maybe he's lost his mind and gone crazy, or he's crazy because he's suffering from convulsions. Otherwise, he wouldn't have done such a thing. It seems that the empire is still too polite to the management of Shanghai gangs."
"Yes, if I had been in Shanghai last night, I might have been robbed by gangs like this. Alas, security has become a big problem. My uncle is not in Shanghai, but he didn't suppress these gang members. It's really annoying."
"Jing Pingjun, you think so too, that's great. Shanghai belongs to the empire, so..."
When Yoko heard this, her face was filled with joy, as if she had found a like-minded person.
But Zhang Tianhao felt as if he had eaten a fly. He did not expect that Xiao Yangzi would think so and was also a crazy militarist.
He still has to be wary of such a woman if he stays with her in the future.
"It's okay, let's go!"
Zhang Tianhao still maintained a faint smile on his face, as if this matter had nothing to do with him, and the fearful expression just now completely disappeared.
Instead, there is still that feeling of spring breeze.
"OK!"
As Zhang Tianhao spoke, he put the newspaper on the table, stretched out his arm, and then saw Xiao Yoko hugging him directly, and walked directly outside.
…
With the issuance of the "Declaration" and the revised telegram overnight, the whole of Shanghai, and even the whole country, was about to explode.
Countless people were reading the newspapers in Shanghai alone. Unfortunately, the entire city except for the concessions was under total blockade and people were arrested everywhere. A large number of puppet troops rushed into the city to cooperate with the Japanese soldiers in arresting people.
Those who could be seen in the urban area were either Japanese soldiers, puppet troops, or spies. As for other people, no one could be seen.
By the way, there are also police officers on the streets who have begun to perform tasks, helping various agencies to block various intersections in the city and prohibit traffic.
In a certain teahouse in the concession, many people were reading newspapers with newspapers in their hands, while the newsboys on the street below were also shouting loudly.
"We are selling newspapers. The Japanese suppressed the Chinese and allowed gangs to cause havoc in SH city."
"Newspapers are being sold, and the urban order is chaotic. No one comes out to stop it. Whether it is intentional or intentional, it all depends on the newspapers."
‘We’ve sold newspapers, but what did the Japanese do in Shanghai? Burning, killing, looting and looting were not enough, but they also used various gang forces to suppress the Chinese people. Will their consciences hurt?’
"Selling newspapers, the latest news, SH urban area has "fallen" again, please read the report."
As the newsboy yelled hard, many people also spent money to buy a copy and read it when they passed by.
One portion, two portions...
In less than half an hour, more than thirty newspapers were sold out. This is usually a daily sales volume, but now it was gone in just half an hour.
The newsboy was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, but he immediately ran out and got another newspaper. After all, today was an opportunity to make money.
They don't understand the situation in Shanghai, but adults do.
This urban chaos, whether the Japanese intentionally caused it or were unable to do it, will now bear the blame on the Japanese. Therefore, the editor directly labeled it as "fall", which means
Very obvious.
But this makes the Japanese unable to say anything and can only swallow their own bitterness. It is useless to even think about scolding, so they can only vent their anger on those gang members.
It is estimated that we still don’t know how many heads must fall on the ground before the Japanese can vent their inner anger.
This chapter has been completed!