Seeing this person, Lu Ming's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't dare to neglect him. He hurried over and said with a smile, "Mr. Wang, it's a great honor to meet you."
Mr. Wang nodded and said: "Xiaolu, although I don't completely agree with your point of view, I can feel that you are a very talented, talented and capable young man. What do you think? Come and fuck with me as a private person."
Secretary. If you want to engage in intelligence, then engage in intelligence. I will fully support you and give you a formal intelligence department."
"Sir, this junior is not very talented and has little knowledge. I'm afraid I won't be qualified for the job." Lu Ming said in fear.
"Young man, modesty is a virtue, but excessive modesty is hypocrisy. After the closed-door meeting in the evening, I will have a chat with you." Mr. Wang was slightly disappointed and frowned.
"Sir, I'm sorry, the Japanese in Shanghai are making a big fuss, and everyone from the Blue Clothes Club has dispersed. I have to go back and keep an eye on them right away," Lu Ming said apologetically.
"Well, I know you are someone that Mr. Jiang values and you can't turn around at once, but I believe we will have opportunities to cooperate in the future." After Mr. Wang finished speaking, he turned and left.
Lu Ming broke into a cold sweat again. He knew that he had offended Mr. Wang. This was an unreasonable disaster, but there was nothing he could do about it.
There are many factions of the party, government and military within the Nanjing government. As long as you get close to one faction, the other factions may become your enemies.
The reason why Mr. Wang left was because Lu Ming, although he did not say it clearly, had already politely rejected him. Who was Mr. Wang? He was a government leader and a veteran of the Republic of China. He regarded himself as the successor of the former Prime Minister.
Mr. Wang condescended to wait for Lu Ming outside the auditorium door, and directly extended the highest invitation, which already gave him a great deal of face.
Since Lu Ming is unwilling, no matter how talented, capable, or connected he is, it is not worth Mr. Wang's efforts to win over him.
However, Mr. Wang did not say anything to death, but left room for future cooperation. This could be considered as a sign that he looked at Lu Ming in a new light and was eager for talents.
Not far away, Deng Wenyi broke out in a cold sweat. He was really afraid that Lu Ming would be attracted by Mr. Wang's words, which would be a big trouble.
"Follow me, the principal wants to see you." After Deng Wenyi said that, she pulled Lu Ming and left.
"Comrade Xiaolu, what you said today is very good, and it is very correct for me to ask you to talk about it."
As soon as he saw Lu Ming, Mr. Jiang praised him greatly. Accompanying Mr. Jiang was Mr. Wen Bai.
"Sir, I was really caught by you as a young man, so I forced myself to talk nonsense." Lu Ming bowed and said with a smile.
"What's wrong with catching a strong man? A strong man like you must be caught, and he must be held firmly in his hand, and he cannot be taken away by some people." Mr. Jiang said with something in mind.
Lu Ming immediately understood that Mr. Jiang had already seen Mr. Wang wooing him, and he must be murmuring in his heart.
"Wen Bai, you said that if we have hundreds of young people like Xiaolu, why worry about Japan being immortal?" Mr. Jiang sighed.
Mr. Wenbai smiled bitterly and said: "Chief, the reason why talents are talents is because they are rare. If all of them are counted, they will no longer be scarce talents."
"That's right. Talents are rare. Talents are rare. Xiaolu, I'll give you another task. If Mr. Roosevelt can enter the White House next year, I need to have direct communication with the US government." Mr. Jiang breathed a sigh of relief and straightened up.
Waist Road.
"Sir, I will try my best. Mr. Roosevelt and I cannot talk directly. We can only convey it through my teacher, Mr. Frank." Lu Ming told the truth.
"That's enough." Mr. Jiang said happily.
"Chief Executive, this little guy is not only talented, but also very thoughtful. I told you two days ago that he is going to establish an agent training school in Shanghai and invite Soviet experts to give lectures in China. I think it's pretty good.
"Mr. Wenbai quickly took the opportunity to say.
"Well, I agree with your plan to establish a training school, and I also strongly support the invitation of Soviet experts to China, but I don't have any money, so you have to solve it yourself." Mr. Jiang said very straightforwardly.
Mr. Wenbai smiled and said: "How about it, can you solve it yourself?"
"No problem. With the chairman's words, I have confidence in my heart." Lu Ming laughed in his heart.
Mr. Jiang seemed to specifically want to ask about his communication with the US government, and left after asking.
"Little guy, it's not easy. I never saw that you are a secretive person before." Mr. Wenbai said with a smile.
"General, please don't laugh at me." Lu Ming said with a bitter smile.
"I'm not kidding you, you know what? Your speech today touched on some areas of military science, international politics, economics and even psychology. I don't understand. Did you really study international law at Harvard?"
Mr. Wenbai asked curiously.
"Sir, I'm not an expert at all. I'm just a juggler. I used to like to speculate when I had nothing to do." Lu Ming said with an embarrassed smile.
The economics in Lu Ming's mind all came from Sheng Youde and Sheng Muyi, the analysis of the international strategic pattern came from Sheng Youde and Frank, and the in-depth analysis of Japan came from Sheng Youde. In fact, he just
All of these are combined and become something of their own.
Lu Ming knew that Sheng Youde actually didn't care much about the situation in Asia. Even under the tense situation in Shanghai, Sheng Youde still stared at Europe and the United States every day.
Lu Ming is deeply puzzled by this. He has a feeling that the situation in Asia is not worth mentioning. It is Europe and the United States, not Asia, that will determine the future changes in the international strategic landscape. Asia still has a subordinate status.
"Lu Ming, come over to our Central Military Academy to teach a few classes someday. I feel like the teachers I hired are not as good as you." Mr. Wenbai said with a smile.
"General, you are over-praising me. I really am not of this level." Lu Ming shook his head quickly.
"Let's talk about it some time later. You're not in a hurry to go back to Shanghai, are you? I'll treat you to a banquet tomorrow."
"No, General, I'd better rush back right away. The Japanese are likely to cause trouble in the next two days, so I have to go back and keep an eye on them."
"Well, anyway, I'm too busy now and don't have time to accompany you. I'll send a car to take you back to Shanghai after dinner." Mr. Wenbai said.
"I won't eat any more. Let's eat again when we get back to Shanghai."
"So anxious? Are you afraid that Mr. Wang will target you?" Mr. Wenbai suddenly laughed.
"It's a bit." Lu Ming replied with a wry smile.
"Then go back. You really need to be careful with that person. If you can, do your best to hide." Mr. Wenbai said solemnly.
Kang Ze was still thinking about having a nice drink with his friends in Nanjing. Hearing that Lu Ming was going back to Shanghai soon, he had no choice but to agree to go back.
Deng Wenyi knew Kang Ze’s preference: Nanjing Qifangge’s duck fat pancakes.
Kang Ze liked this one very much. Lu Ming was anxious to go back. It was a very tight time during the war and it was not easy to do much to persuade him to stay. Work came first.
It's almost 6 o'clock, so we can't go hungry on the road.
Deng Wenyi immediately sent an attaché from the Lanyi Club to buy a large bag of duck fat sesame cakes. Kang Ze liked this big bag of delicacies very much.
He immediately opened the bag and the two of them started to chew it together.
Kang Ze asked Deng Wenyi to take a piece too. Deng Wenyi smiled and waved her hand: "You can take it with you on the road and eat it slowly. I know Brother Kang can eat half a pack at a time."
The three people chatted a few words about the Blue Clothes Club's next work plan on the roadside, and there was no time to go into detail.
Deng Wenyi specifically told Kang Ze and Lu Ming that the principal was very satisfied with the work of the Shanghai branch and hoped that colleagues would continue their efforts and make contributions to the party and the country. The principal said that one day he would personally award medals to everyone.
When Deng Wenyi said this, the three people invariably clapped their heels together to show respect.
The car sent by Mr. Wenbai had already been waiting in front of the headquarters gate. Deng Wenyi pushed the two of them into the car, and the car slowly drove away from the headquarters.
"Brother Lu, why are you in such a hurry? Can't you have a good meal and drink before leaving?" Kang Ze complained.
"When I get back to Shanghai, I'll treat you to a late-night snack. The hotel is up to you. As for why I have to leave quickly, I'll tell you when I get back." Lu Ming said a little seriously.
Kang Ze heard what he said so seriously, so it was hard to say anything else.
At 11 o'clock in the evening, they arrived at the gate of the Lanyishe branch. Lu Ming asked the driver for a late night snack. He was told that he would have to return to Nanjing all night, so Lu Ming had to forcefully give the driver a hundred yuan, saying that he was a tipper on the road.