"Why, you weren't satisfied with training us, and you want to bring in another disciple who is a grandchild?"
"I do have this intention, but he may not be willing to do it. His status as a teacher and knowledge are superior to mine." Zhang Jingjiang said with a smile.
"That's not necessarily true. When it comes to moral writing and cultural accomplishment, you are the best. Foreigners' methods will not work in China." Sheng Youde told the truth.
"Don't flatter me. You know who I am. This kid is more promising than Lu Yunfan back then. I think that in the first few years when Lu Yunfan first came to Shanghai, he was timid in doing things. It's not like that.
His son handles things simply, clearly and decisively." Zhang Jingjiang made no secret of her love and admiration for Lu Ming.
"After all, you have studied in the United States, and your knowledge, vision, structure and demeanor are all different from ours back then. Aren't you the same? Your experience at the French Embassy when you were young was of great help to you, right?"
"Yes, young people should boldly go out, broaden their horizons, learn more, and not be overwhelmed by skills. Only those who can overlook the world can accurately control the overall situation. If they are just stuck in one place,
The potential will not be too big." Zhang Jingjiang said calmly.
"Yes, now I also regret not letting Sheng Di go to study abroad."
"It's not too late to let him out now." Zhang Jingjiang said with a smile.
"What do you mean?" Sheng Youde was surprised.
"I don't mean anything. I just mean that the child Sheng Di is not very old now. Instead of letting him indulge in romance all day long, it is better for him to go out and learn more."
Sheng Youde fell silent, seeming to be thinking about something.
Zhang Jingjiang did not continue. After all, this was Sheng Youde's family matter, and he could not interfere too much.
Although he is a master of Sheng Youde, his disciple is now worth a lot of money. He is the richest man in Shanghai, and he is already very promising. He cannot always talk over others.
"Youde, please remember that Shanghai is too important to the Republic of China government. In addition to money, it is also a battlefield for international power games. You must firmly grasp the initiative in your own hands. Sometimes, you have to
To be able to endure, you must have a strategy." Zhang Jingjiang
"I understand what Mr. Jing means, keep a low profile and wait for an opportunity to strike."
The two of them laughed together.
After leaving Sheng Mansion, Lu Ming planned to go back to Wanguo Apartment to see if there was anything unusual there. In addition, if An Gonggen and the others had letters that they were anxious to contact the outside world, he could bring them out.
Lu Ming took a car back to the Wanguo Apartment Building, only to see many people gathered outside the building, noisily blocking the door of the building.
"What happened here?" Lu Ming asked a passerby who was craning his head to watch the excitement.
"I don't know, I just got here." The passerby shook his head.
Lu Ming's heart sank, and he instinctively felt that this must be related to An Gonggen and others.
He squeezed through the crowd. One person with sharp eyes saw him and shouted: "Master Lu is here, Master Lu is here."
This shout didn't matter, all the people gathered here suddenly turned to him.
A man in a Chinese tunic suit squeezed in front of him and asked loudly: "Master Lu, I heard that you were so angry that you made a fuss over your beauty last night and made a big fuss at the Shanghai Police Station. Is this the case?"
Lu Ming didn't know who was coming. He was suddenly startled and didn't know how to answer.
At this time, there were more than a dozen cameras around him pointed at him, with flashes of light that made him unable to open his eyes.
Only then did Lu Ming realize that all the people present were reporters. They heard about what happened last night and came to interview him.
The scandal and the fight in the police station make it a hot news story.
"Hello, Mr. Lu, I am a reporter from Ta Kung Pao. Did you rely on your power to forcibly take away an important prisoner from the police station last night?" A young man wearing a cheap suit asked first.
"That's absolutely not the case." Lu Ming said with a smile.
"Then you deny it? I heard that the person you forcibly took away was your sweetheart. Can I ask how many sweethearts you have?" the reporter continued to ask.
"That's absolutely not the case." Lu Ming replied while forcing a smile.
"Master Lu, I am a reporter from Shenbao. Did you attack a police detective last night?" a reporter asked.
"That's absolutely not the case." Lu Ming still answered this way.
At this time, a photographer came over, took pictures of him, and then asked: "Master Lu, I am a reporter from the "Liangyou" pictorial newspaper. Did you take away a female prisoner from the police station? I heard
She is a girl from Changsan Shuyu, and she is very beautiful."
"You are all wrong. I have no comment." Lu Ming raised his hands in the air and waved them.
As he spoke, he squeezed through the crowd and ducked into the door of the apartment building. The building manager was guarding the building with a stick in hand to prevent reporters from sneaking in.
Fortunately, reporters all know the rules and know that Wanguo Apartment is no less than a concession and cannot be broken into casually, so they have no choice but to continue to stand outside the gate.
Lu Ming had a headache for a while, but he soon understood that this must be a good thing done by the Japanese. Whether it was people from the Japanese consulate or people from Manchuria Railway, in short, it was they who leaked the news behind their backs and even added fuel and jealousy to attract so many families.
Reporters from the media swarmed in.
"Master Lu, do you want me to ask the higher authorities to send someone to drive these reporters away?" the building manager asked.
"No need, as long as they don't break in, if they want to stay outside, let them guard it." Lu Ming said as he quietly stuffed a few oceans into the administrator's pocket.
What really bothered him was not these reporters, but the people from Mantetsu. He found several people in the crowd who were suspected of being from Mantetsu. They did not hide away, and seemed to deliberately want Lu Ming to find out that this was not only a public demonstration, but also more like
It is a kind of direct oppression.
This made him realize that the Japanese may have guessed that An Gonggen and others were hiding here, and the reason why they did not come in to arrest them was because they were not sure yet, or they came in without a legitimate reason.
The management regulations of the building are extremely strict. If you are not a resident of the apartment, you can only stay in the lobby. If you want to receive guests, you can only come down to meet the guests. People like Lu Ming can bring guests into their apartment.
Not much.
Lu Ming got along well with the building manager, and they kept giving him small favors, so he turned a blind eye to him.
"Have any Japanese sneaked in?" Lu Ming asked in a low voice.
"I'm staring at it, and I haven't noticed it yet, but the landlord just called and asked if there were any vacancies. He said that a few Japanese people wanted to rent a room here."
"How did you answer, are there any vacant rooms?"
"Currently, three apartments are vacant. But I told the owner to check the registration book, and just as I was talking, there was a commotion outside."
"I've rented it all, go through the formalities for me immediately. Tell the landlord that the house was rented out a few days ago and there are no more empty rooms." Lu Ming said hurriedly.
"Master Lu, why do you rent so many rooms?" the administrator asked curiously.
"I don't like to be neighbors with Japanese people, not even upstairs or downstairs." Lu Ming said angrily.
The administrator smiled, and he also guessed that this might have something to do with the few people hiding in Lu Ming's room, but he knew that silence was golden, so he never asked more questions.
The administrator turned around and made a phone call to report to the landlord that there were no more vacant rooms in the building and they were all rented.
The administrator quickly went through the rental procedures for Lu Ming. Lu Ming paid the entire amount on the spot and gave the administrator a tip of five hundred yuan.
Yes, it's a tip. Of course, this "tip" is not a tip for renting a house, but a sealing fee for the administrator to keep secret, including a bonus for providing information in a timely manner.