Lu Ming had just reached the first floor when he saw Deng Wenyi and He Zhonghan walking towards him.
Deng Wenyi smiled and said: "Brother Lu, we have been waiting for you for a long time. Why did you and General Wenbai talk for so long?"
"Sin, sin, you've been waiting for me?" Lu Ming was a little surprised.
"Of course, when we get to Shanghai, we will find you as a host and take us to eat delicious food and play fun games. Do you think we will let you, the little god of wealth, go?" He Zhonghan laughed.
"Actually, Brother He wanted to listen to Peking opera. He said that you had the best box in the Shanghai Grand Theater, so he got addicted to opera and wanted to use your box." Deng Wenyi exposed He Zhonghan's background.
"If you want to listen to a play, that's hard to say. If you two guys are willing to stay in Shanghai for a few days, just go and listen to a few performances." Lu Ming said with a smile.
"You have to fill your stomach first before listening to the show. Let's go. We have already thought about it. We are going to eat the best and most expensive Western food today." Deng Wenyi said.
Lu Ming shrugged. Eating and listening to plays were trivial matters to him. Normally, he would be happy to eat, drink and have fun with these people.
But after listening to Mr. Wenbai's words just now, Lu Ming really couldn't get excited, but he still had to work up his energy to accompany him.
Several people came to the Western Restaurant of Chinachem Hotel. Lu Ming didn't know if the Western food here was the best, but it was definitely the most expensive.
When Deng Wenyi and He Zhonghan thought of eating Western food, it was the Chinachem Hotel. Of course, Lu Ming paid for it every time.
During the dinner, everyone only talked about romance and interesting anecdotes. No one mentioned the Marshal and the Northeast Army, and they tried to avoid the turbulent situation in North China.
Although Lu Ming had a good relationship with these two people, they called each other brothers and sisters, and their friendship was real, but it was not to the extent that he could talk about everything like Mr. Wen Bai.
After dinner, Lu Ming took the two of them to the Shanghai Grand Theater.
Before the play started, He Zhonghan clamored to meet the famous actors, so Lu Ming found the theater manager, then took the two of them to the backstage and saw the actors putting on makeup.
When these famous actors heard about the identities of Deng Wenyi and He Zhonghan, they were also shocked and hurried over to meet them.
In He Zhonghan's eyes, there was an indescribable beauty in the gestures of the actors, which made him, a dignified Lieutenant General of the Republic of China, feel like a child.
Lu Ming looked at all this and was a little confused. He couldn't figure out or feel what kind of "demon" there was in the hearts of theater fans, and why they were obsessed to the point of selflessness.
There was a character dressed as a "niche" who seemed to recognize Lu Ming and came over to say hello to him.
The manager hurriedly came over and introduced to "Xiaosheng": "This is Mr. Lu, the CEO of Sheng Group and the major shareholder of our theater."
"Xiaosheng" said with a carefree smile: "At the time of the January 28th Incident, I performed in our theater for the first time. Master Lu brought General Zhang Wenbai to watch the show. I just debuted at that time..."
Lu Ming saw crystal tears flashing in the corners of "Xiao Sheng"'s eyes, and he immediately understood in his heart that he was a passionate and lovely young man.
Lu Ming didn't want to mention "one, two, eight," again at this moment, so he went over and shook "Xiaosheng's" hand tightly. When he looked sideways, he saw that the two brothers were also talking lively on the other side.
Fortunately for Deng Wenyi, He Zhonghan took action directly, grabbing the hand of a famous actress and not letting go, with an expression of extreme admiration.
Lu Ming smiled bitterly when he saw it. At this time, Deng Wenyi quietly pulled the corner of his clothes, and then the two of them walked out of the actor's dressing room.
"Brother, you have to be careful about Dai Yunong. This stupid guy is jealous of you and often sues you in front of the committee." Deng Wenyi whispered.
"What did he accuse me of? Didn't he just use those tricks, or did he say that I am a communist?" Lu Ming sneered.
"That's not true. He said that you and Han Qing are engaging in some conspiracy. I think you should be more careful." Deng Wenyi said with a serious expression.
At this time, the sound of He Zhonghan singing Peking opera could be heard in the dressing room. The rhythm was okay and it was sound, but the sound quality was really hard to compliment, but the actors still applauded warmly.
This is also a major spectacle of the Republic of China. Those who are high-ranking officials and earn big money, whether they are gangsters or white-skinned, but who love Peking Opera, will definitely be able to sit at the same table and have fun.
"Brother Deng, I'm not defending myself. I really don't know anything about Han Qing. Yu Nong must be doing his duty, so let him investigate." Lu Ming said with a bitter smile.
"Of course I believe Brother Lu, and I trust you half way. But you know Wei Zuo's character, and if he believes half of it, it's the same as not believing it." Deng Wenyi said with a helpless smile.
Lu Ming didn't say anything. He knew that Dai Li's people were monitoring the young commander. Since they were monitoring the young commander, of course they wouldn't let him go.
But Lu Ming really didn't have anything to hide. He even hoped that Dai Li's people would be more capable and investigate the matter thoroughly, so that he could clear himself.
"Isn't the appointment to Han Qing a brother-in-law? What can't be said between brothers? Why do you distrust him so much?" Lu Ming was a little confused.
"Brother who worships the leader? Marshal Feng is also the brother who worships the leader, or is he the eldest brother? How many years have the two of them been fighting? Li Zongren is also the brother who worships the leader, so the Central Plains has been at war for many years." Deng Wenyi sneered.
"This is too heartless. It's not as good as having true love between ordinary people." Lu Ming didn't care much about this before, but now he gradually understands it, he can't help but feel that the world is so complicated and troublesome.
"I heard that after Li Zongren was defeated in the war, he even lost his luggage. The Geng Tie for his disciples was in his luggage. No one knows whether Li Zongren threw away the luggage on purpose." Deng Wenyi added.
"Doesn't this mean that all the brothers who are on the throne will have to fight with him for the rest of their lives?" Lu Ming smiled bitterly.
Deng Wenyi was stunned for a moment, seemed to have thought of something, and also smiled.
"I hope Han Qing can start from beginning to end, but looking at the current situation, I'm afraid it's hard to tell. Brother, I know you are loyal, but there are some things that you can stay away from without getting involved, and don't get caught up in it.
"Deng Wenyi said.
"Thank you, Brother Deng, for reminding me." Lu Ming said gratefully.
Lu Ming did not defend himself much, and he was not afraid that Mr. Jiang would investigate him. As for following the young marshal and possibly being implicated, it was not a big deal. He even considered it an honor.
Because Lu Ming knew in his heart that everything the young commander was doing now was for the sake of his brothers in the Northeast Army, and he was always ready for a decisive battle with the Japanese Kwantung Army.
"The Northeastern Army is really going to accept the reorganization. Is there any plan?" Lu Ming asked in a low voice.
"That should be the case, but it won't be for the time being. The committee's intention is to let Han Qing lead troops to fight against the Communist Red Army. After the Communist Party is eliminated, we can then discuss how to reorganize the Northeastern Army." Deng Wenyi whispered.
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As they were talking, the theater manager came over and said with an apologetic expression that the play was about to start and asked them to go back to the box.
Only then did Lu Ming and Deng Wenyi realize that the audience had already entered the theater and were looking for their seats.
He Zhonghan raised his head, still humming a tune, and walked out from the backstage happily. It was obvious that he had a good communication with the famous actors.
After returning to the box and sitting down, Lu Ming smiled and said that he didn't want to listen to the show anymore and had to go back to prepare. The committee might want to talk to him.
Both of them nodded and asked him to go back and prepare quickly.
After Lu Ming came out, he sat in his car and didn't start it for a long time. He had a feeling that the storm was about to come.
It was already dark at this time, there were few stars in the sky, but there was a huge crowd in front of the theater, and the spotlights in front of the theater illuminated the surrounding area brightly.
Lu Ming slowly started the car and then drove out slowly. The speed of the car was consistent with his mood, hesitant and hesitant.
Lu Ming did not return to the intelligence office, but went directly to the Young Marshal's Mansion.
"Little brother, is the young marshal back?" Lu Ming stopped the car and went over to ask the guard guarding the door.
"Sir Lu, the young marshal hasn't arrived yet." The guard stood at attention and replied.
"Young Marshal, are you taking a train or a ship?" Lu Ming asked again.
"It's a train, but I heard that the train was delayed for some reason and we won't be able to get home until midnight," the guard said.
After hearing this, Lu Ming thought for a moment and did not go in. Instead, he drove back to the intelligence office.
Lu Ming vaguely felt that this night would not be an ordinary night, and his fate might be rewritten this night.
"Did the commissioner come to talk to you?" Huang Yanning came over and asked as soon as he saw him.
"Yeah." Lu Ming nodded heavily.
"Isn't it because we lost a few agents?" Huang Yanning didn't know that Lu Ming helped the young marshal to meet Andre.
"The committee did ask a few questions about the sacrifice of the agents, but it was not because of this, nor was it because of intelligence." Lu Ming said.
Seeing Lu Ming's low mood, Huang Yanning thought he had been criticized, so he didn't dare to ask any more questions.
"Oh, by the way, haven't we contacted the five of us yet?" Lu Ming asked.
"No, all contact information has been used, and there has been no feedback." Huang Yanning shook his head.
"It's beyond the normal range. It seems something happened." Lu Ming sighed longly.
"But the probability of something happening to five people at the same time is low, and they are not on the same line." Huang Yanning followed Lu Ming into the office and said.
"Then it's possible that they were targeted at the same time and closed down the net at the same time." Although Lu Ming was reluctant, he had to make this judgment.
The two talked about other things, and Huang Yanning went back.
Liu Qiwen had already gotten off work, and Lu Ming was the only one in the office. He sat blankly on his chair, waiting for the phone to ring.
When it was almost ten o'clock, Lu Ming was already getting ready to go to bed, and the phone rang.
He hurriedly picked up the phone and answered it, but what came from the phone was the young marshal's voice.