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471 Drowning

But it was said that after Kengo Yoshitake and several others left the train station, they headed directly for the Japanese Concession in Hongkou District.

Kengo Yoshitake, whose eyes were still bruised and swollen, was still angrily scolding Kono Nagahiro as a coward along the way, as if he was making trouble unreasonably and was finally beaten into a pig's head by Zhou Wen in front of thousands of students. It was completely Kono's fault.

Caused by Yonghao.

Even the other three Japanese instructors, who did not dare to speak out at the time but were now looking for comfort in their hearts, also agreed, as if they had found an excuse to excuse their timidity and cowardice.

As a result, the few people talked more and more vigorously and seriously, and in the end, Kengo Yoshitake was completely freed from the embarrassing dilemma of failure before. It was as if if it hadn't been for Kono Nagahiro's untimely cowardice that vented his momentum, then Kengo would have been

There is no way he would lose to a Chinese colonel who is still young.

By the time he entered the Japanese Concession, Yoshitake Kengo had already eliminated the psychological shadow of being tortured after failing in the duel. With a pair of panda eyes, he once again regained his former arrogant and arrogant imperial soldier's temperament.

Even while walking on the street, a Chinese rickshaw driver on the roadside glanced at him with panda eyes, and he yelled "Baga!" He rushed forward and slapped the driver hard.

Knocked to the ground, he continued to beat and scold the coachman, who was bleeding from his mouth and nose, despite his pleading.

At this time, several Japanese police officers were passing by on bicycles. When they saw the scene in front of them and heard Kengo Yoshitake's yelling, they knew that he was Japanese. Not only did no one step forward to stop him, but they stopped and laughed and watched.

Other Chinese citizens walking on the street all ducked away like frightened birds, and some even turned around and walked away.

At this time, Yoshitake Kengo finally vented the insult he received from the strong on a weak person even more viciously.

At this moment, he felt as if he had returned to the high-spirited and smug time he had when he was serving in the imperial army.

In the end, his companion didn't want to attract too much attention. After trying to dissuade him, he kicked the rickshaw driver who was rolling on the ground a few times. Then he showed a satisfied smile and laughed happily with the policemen.

After saying hello, he and a few companions left.

The rickshaw driver, whose face was covered with blood, struggled to get up and looked at the Japanese people walking away. There was no hatred in his eyes, only confusion and sadness.

Maybe he has always thought in his heart that these Japanese masters are born nobles, and being beaten and scolded is just his bad luck. What he is worried about now is that he may not be able to pull the cart for a few days after his body is injured. What will happen to the old and young at home?

Kengo Yoshitake and others have been to Shanghai many times. After all, the foreign instructors had holidays when they taught in the military academy. They all like to come to Shanghai to stay in the Japanese Concession for a few days. There are many Japanese bridge residents here, and there is an atmosphere of returning to China.

This time I was planning to find a job in the Japanese Concession and live there for a long time.

In fact, to be precise, there is no Japanese Concession in Shanghai.

As early as 1848, the American concession was opened in Hongkou with the permission of Shanghai local officials. How did the Japanese form a climate here and call themselves the "Japanese Concession"?

In addition to the size of the diaspora, what is more important is that Japan has gradually seized all management rights in this area from Britain and the United States through various means, and has been domineering here, consolidating its status as the underworld boss.

In 1863, the British and American concessions in Shanghai were officially merged into the British and American Public Settlement. The management affairs in the concession were all managed by the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau of the Public Settlement. The public concession was divided into four areas: North, East, Central and West. The Central District and

The West District is south of the Suzhou River, and the North District and East District are north of the Suzhou River.

The number of Japanese expatriates has an absolute advantage in the North and East Districts. In 1898, the British and American Public Settlement was renamed the "Shanghai International Public Settlement", and Japan's demand to participate in the management of the concession became even louder.

After 1915, seats were reserved for Japanese directors on the board of directors of the Ministry of Industry and Industry.

In 1916, the Patrol Room of the Shanghai Public Settlement Bureau of Industry and Commerce set up a special daily arrest unit, with 30 Japanese patrol officers taking over all public security affairs in the Hongkou area.

During the many wars in China, Japan organized so-called self-defense organizations in Hongkou, stationed marines, established military institutions, and classified Hongkou as a Japanese defense zone under the pretext of protecting the interests of Japanese overseas Chinese.

Later, as Japan's military strength in Shanghai increased, the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau of the Public Settlement was forced to recognize that Japan had full management rights over the North and East Districts of the Public Settlement.

From then on, the Japanese relied on their military superiority and arrogantly occupied this area as their own sphere of influence.

In this way, the Hongkou area is often called the "Shanghai Japanese Concession".

After Kengo Yoshitake and others arrived in the Japanese Concession in Shanghai, they began to look for connections with acquaintances in the hope of finding a job in Shanghai.

However, as the Anti-Japanese War in Songhu had just ended, the war not only caused great damage and impact to the Chinese urban area of ​​Shanghai, but also the Japanese Concession.

It can be said that all walks of life in the entire Japanese Concession have declined to varying degrees. Countless shops and small trading companies have closed down, and the unemployed population has increased significantly.

Under such circumstances, it would be difficult for a middle-aged man like Kengo Yoshitake, who has no technical skills in any other field except the military, to find a job.

That night, Kengo Yoshitake, who was in a bad mood, got drunk again in the tavern. He staggered out of the tavern alone and vomited on the street illuminated by dim street lights. He suppressed his chest until he felt that all the jaundice water had been vomited.

I felt nauseated in my abdomen, and I punched the wall exhaustedly, gasping for air.

At this moment, a dark figure appeared from the street and exclaimed in an authentic Kyoto accent: "Isn't this Yoshitake-kun? Why, he's drunk again."

As the man spoke, he walked up to Yoshitake Kengo. Yoshitake Kengo weakly raised his head and glanced at the person in front of him drunkenly, as if he didn't recognize him. He shook his head again, trying to wake himself up, and looked again

Going up, there is a tall young man wearing a suit jacket (in the eyes of Kengo Yoshitake, who is only 1.5 meters tall, anyone over 1.6 meters is considered tall.)

Kengo Yoshitake muttered: "You... who are you? I... I seem... I don't seem to know you."

"Jiwu-kun is forgetful. We drank together yesterday. Did you drink too much today? Come on, I will help you go back. Otherwise, you might not be able to find your way home, right?"

The young man's tone of voice seemed to be very familiar to him, and Kengo Yoshitake did not doubt that he was there. Yesterday, he was indeed drinking with many people, so it is normal that he did not remember it for a while.

So he muttered nonsense drunken words, was supported by some young man, and slowly walked out along the street.

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