By the way, Yuan Ziyuan reminded Huang Yanning that only Lu Ming could save her. That was implying that only he could find the key point, or that he should hold the secret key.
Lu Ming's mind suddenly lit up and he realized that the key point was hidden in himself.
Huang Yanning did not stay for dinner. Although Lu Ming repeatedly invited him to have a drink with him to express his gratitude, Huang Yanning still left.
Before leaving, Huang Yanning told Lu Ming that if a rescue activity was to be organized, he must be informed, and he would also participate, and he would personally tear off the heads of the four Japanese and use them as balls for kicking. How dare the Japanese treat him like a monkey?
, otherwise it is not enough to vent the anger in my heart.
Lu Ming smiled bitterly and agreed. He understood that the rescue activities would be a matter for the future, and now he had to solve the key point first.
He had a feeling that the key point was those three letters. At that critical moment, Yuan Ziyuan would not have anything to do and asked Huang Yanning to help send three letters to inform his family that they were safe.
At first glance, the content of these three letters is extremely ordinary, but the more so, the more hidden mysteries are. But where is this mystery hidden?
"What did this guy say? It's been a bit nagging for so long." Zhang Ziyang came over and shouted to Lu Ming who had just gotten off the car, full of resentment.
Not only was he pushed aside, but he also stood for an hour in the miserable wind and rain, serving as a sentry for them. This was simply treating the detective of the Shanghai Police Department as their toy.
"Nothing, let's go back and talk." Lu Ming looked around. There was no one in the wide square of Chinachem Hotel. The diners who came had already gone inside to escape the cold and drink and have fun, but he still didn't want to say it here.
He understood why Huang Yanning had to hide in the car to talk about this matter. Despite this, there were still some words between them that remained unsaid.
It was impossible for the Nationalist Government's military to be unaware of the Japanese military's movements. Although Huang Yanning showed his disgust for the Japanese, he did not mention any sensitive issues.
Maybe the military has discipline, maybe the two sides still need to understand each other better, and many things have not yet been said.
"What should we do? Should we go back or go in?" Zhang Ziyang said, pointing at the Chinachem Hotel.
"If I say I can't go in, why don't you eat me?" Lu Ming glanced at him angrily, "How can your Sima Zhao's ambition be hidden from my eyes?"
"That won't happen. I'll go back and eat Mingzhu Girl." Zhang Ziyang said with a playful smile.
"Get in." Lu Ming kicked him on the butt and almost kicked him into the hotel.
After the two entered, they didn't find any single room, so they found an empty table in the lobby on the first floor and sat down.
"I've wanted to come here for a meal for a long time, but I just don't have the money in my pocket and I don't know what to do." Zhang Ziyang said with a smile as he looked at the gorgeous decorations around him.
"Don't cry poor, I don't have any money either." Lu Ming said with a straight face.
"Look, I didn't ask you for anything. Why are you crying about being poor? But to be honest, I heard that you paid 10,000 yuan for Du Juan's body. The offer was too high. Why didn't you come to me at that time?
Ah, I can cut the price down to eight thousand." Zhang Ziyang smiled.
"Do you believe I can cut down to five thousand? But I can't do this. Dujuan is a nice girl and a real person. What would she think if she listened to us bargaining like we were buying vegetables in the market? What does she have?
Feelings? She is a human being, not a commodity for people to buy and sell." Lu Ming retorted.
"Tch, didn't you just buy the person back with money?" Zhang Ziyang looked at him provocatively.
"That's different. The 10,000 yuan I gave her was a reward for her godmother's hard work for the cuckoos over the years. It was also a pension for her godmother, not to buy the cuckoos." Lu Ming said bravely.
"Just lie to yourself. Dujuan doesn't believe your rhetoric. I remember a writer has a famous saying. As long as a person is born in this world, God has secretly marked a price for everyone. That is to say, every person has a price.
Everyone can buy and sell, it’s just a matter of the price." Zhang Ziyang suddenly sighed.
"Nonsense, this is just a rhetoric of Western capitalism. In their eyes, the world is made up of money. Everything can and can only be measured by money. I know this better than you." Lu Ming said.
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"Isn't that what happened?" Zhang Ziyang asked rhetorically.
"Of course not. This is not what we practice in China. Our ancestors have taught us for more than two thousand years that we should not be immoral if we are rich, and we should not be subdued if we are powerful. This is the spiritual pillar of our Chinese people and the essence of our Chinese people.
God." Lu Ming said.
"How old are you, and you still believe in these old-fashioned theories? You are a person who returned from studying abroad." Zhang Ziyang opened his mouth and looked at Lu Ming in surprise.
"Western theory does have its advanced aspects, but they are mainly in industrial development and capital trade, rather than people-oriented social construction. Although the theories of our ancestors have many outdated and backward aspects, their essence remains timeless and is better than that of foreign devils.
, even if the day comes when mankind perishes, I think it will not be outdated.”
"Tell me, what is the essence?" Zhang Ziyang asked unconvinced.
"There are too many. For example, Confucius said: Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. This sentence can definitely be applied to the development of human beings. It applies to everyone, not to any race or category. Remember it."
Lu Ming pointed at Zhang Ziyang's head.
"Humph, our theories now are harmful to ourselves. There are many wolves in this world, but our ancestors let us be sheep. We pursue what we don't want others to do to us, do not do to others, and pay attention to repaying evil with kindness. What about others?
They specifically impose things on us that we don't want, and they always repay evil with kindness. As a result, we are bullied everywhere, and we don't know what will happen in the future." Zhang Ziyang said still unconvinced.
Lu Ming did not continue. From another perspective, what Zhang Ziyang said was right.
Capitalism is a ferocious beast, a hungry and crazy wolf. Our ancestors taught future generations to repay evil with kindness and treat others with kindness. It is indeed not suitable to deal with this evil wolf.
So what is the corresponding solution? Is it possible to turn into a wolf or a tiger and leopard? Lu Ming doesn't think so, but he can't find a better solution for a while.
If you don't repay evil with kindness, then repaying evil with kindness won't work either. Do you really need to repay evil with evil? Just like what the Bible says, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth?
After the food and drinks were served, Zhang Ziyang stopped talking and started eating and drinking.
The main guests of Chinachem Hotel are foreigners, so they mainly serve Western food. Lu Ming ordered Zhang Ziyang a bottle of French Bordeaux wine, which was Zi Yang's favorite, and of course it was expensive. He also ordered a bottle of vodka for himself.
His favorite was Scotch whiskey, but it was out of stock today, so they asked for a bottle of French cognac.
The two of them ate the steak, spinach, and cold broccoli on the plate. The other dish was smoked salmon. Of course, as long as it is Western food, white bread and pepper shakers are always on the table.
"Do you like the ostentation here, or do you really like to eat Western food?" Lu Ming looked at Zhang Ziyang who was intoxicated with the food and asked with some incomprehension.
He has lived in the United States for several years, but has never had much interest in Western food. What he likes most is Chinese food, especially some food and wine from his hometown.
For him, Western food is just to fill his stomach, while the food and wine of his hometown are intoxicating and a kind of enjoyment.
"Of course I really like it. Do you think I'm just pretending?" Zhang Ziyang raised his head, with steak juice on his lips, and looked at Lu Ming in surprise.