He sacrificed his life to serve the country and forgot life and death, and recommended Xuanyuan with a fighting spirit!
Nothing changed because of him, nor did history deviate because of his arrival. The war was still reported. When he turned on the radio station, he heard various radio waves flying in the sky.
It was obvious that Zhang Tianhao had begun to receive telegrams from various parties. Although it was only at one o'clock in the morning, the frequency of the radio waves was several times higher than before.
After listening for two minutes, Zhang Tianhao started to turn off his phone again. After all, he couldn't turn it on often, otherwise, the Japanese would definitely be able to measure his position.
Looking at the dishes on the table, Zhang Tianhao was not in any mood. He just poured himself a glass of wine and drank it slowly. He also turned on the radio and started tuning.
"Damn, why have I become sentimental? It seems that this is not my character!"
Suddenly, his spirit was shaken, and he immediately smiled bitterly. The July 7th Incident must have happened, otherwise there would not have been so many radio waves.
But he couldn't change anything, so he could only fall on the bed beside him and start sleeping.
"Nothing is as comfortable as sleeping by yourself. Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. I have to go to work tomorrow. I guess I will know the specific things tomorrow."
Relatively speaking, Pingjin was lost very quickly!
He fell asleep on the bed and didn't know when he fell asleep. Early the next morning, his biological clock made him wake up at six o'clock again.
After walking out of the small courtyard and taking a look, I couldn't help but feel very good. The rain finally stopped, and the sky outside became blue. A few white clouds floated by, and a burst of fresh air blew through, which shocked people's spirits.
After getting up, he began to train like crazy. Originally, a hundred kilograms of weight was no longer enough for his body to move. For this reason, he had to put on a fifty kilograms backpack again and start moving.
Taking heavy steps, Zhang Tianhao began to train and started running directly in the yard. The speed was not fast, but with every step he took, the ground was shaken.
Even his weight, including his weight, exceeded 200 kilograms, and he was also punching while running.
Soon, sweat began to flow from his forehead, and his body felt a faint sense of excitement. After all, the cells in his body began to become active.
After an hour of training, he put down his backpack and weights, and immediately felt that his whole body was extremely relaxed, and even his bones seemed lighter.
After taking a shower, Zhang Tianhao stood in front of the mirror and touched up his makeup.
This is something he does every day, cleaning his beard at least once a day to fix the shape of his face.
"Hey, my height is a bit short."
Suddenly, he found that it was about the same height as the mirror, but now he found it was a little shorter than the mirror. He was also shocked.
"Isn't it because I broke through to the second level of nameless mental skills that made me shorter?"
When I think of the past in Xichang, something like this seemed to have happened. The height of a little over 1.8 meters suddenly turned into 1.78 meters. It seemed that this was also the time to break through the first level.
He immediately stood aside and began to measure his height. He first pulled out a measuring tape, and then drew several lines on the wall to mark his height.
Then he stood by the wall, took off his shoes, and began to compare the scales in front of him with his hands. After several attempts, he smiled bitterly.
"I asked why my pants were a little longer yesterday. It turns out that I have really become shorter, and I'm still three centimeters shorter. It's been a few days, am I still getting shorter?"
"You won't have to be any shorter. If you are any shorter, your secret will be exposed. Damn it."
When he thought of this, a hint of helplessness flashed across his face.
He changed into clothes and drove towards the office. As for breakfast, he walked directly on the road and bought a few steamed buns and ate while walking. He had no intention of driving.
When he returned to the office, he saw Erich standing there, looking at Zhang Tianhao curiously.
"Hey, Mr. Erich, what happened? You look at me like this and you make me feel embarrassed! I'm not a beauty!" Zhang Tianhao parked the car jokingly, then walked over and drove.
Said jokingly.
"Tch, of course I know you are not a beauty. I just looked at you. In my opinion, you Chinese are all the same. I just want to see what kind of reaction you will have today."
"reflect?"
Zhang Tianhao was puzzled when he heard this, and asked curiously: "From what you say, does something big happen again?"
"Don't you know?" But Erich, who had just said this, immediately shook his head and said frankly, "You really don't know that the Japanese attacked Wanping City last night!"
"The July 7th Incident!"
"That's right. You are right. The shelling of Wanping City on July 7th can also be said to be the July 7th Incident. It seems that you really don't know. You have a surprised expression on your face!" Erich seemed to have discovered something.
He patted Zhang Tianhao on the shoulder and showed a sympathetic expression.
"Mr. Qin, please forgive me!"
"Thank you, Mr. Erich, for bombarding Wanping City. Although I am a Chinese, the problem is that I can't help them, right?" Zhang Tianhao sighed, also showing bitterness on his face.
"But I am working for Germany now. The most important thing for me now is to do a good job. As for Peking, if I can help, I will definitely help, but the problem is that I can't help with anything. Alas!"
Zhang Tianhao sighed, then smiled helplessly, looked at Erich, and walked directly upstairs.
Erich glanced at Zhang Tianhao, with a satisfied smile on his lips.
He was the only Chinese in the entire office. These Germans could not trust Zhang Tianhao, a Chinese, and would conduct assessments on him at any time. All kinds of small inspections had become commonplace. As long as Zhang Tianhao was around, these inspections would not end.
Zhang Tianhao also knew about this situation, but he didn't have any solution.
"Hello, Miss Kara, I'm here to report again!"
"Well, Mr. Qin, there may not be anything important today. We originally needed to have a meeting, but Mayor Xu had to postpone the meeting until tomorrow due to some urgent matters."
"It's okay. I should be happy without a job, right?"
"Haha, it's true. There's really nothing to do today. If you have something to be busy with, just go and do it!" Kara looked at Zhang Tianhao, then nodded to him with a smile, and let Zhang Tianhao leave.
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"Okay, I'll go back to the office first. If you need anything, call me!"
"OK!"
Zhang Tianhao turned around and returned to the office. Although he was told to do his own thing, he was not a fool. He casually said a few words, "If you really leave, then you are mentally ill."
However, compared to other places, the whole of Xinjing is still calm. The various spy organizations set up by the Japanese are more strict than ever in supervising speech and other matters. Even if someone wants to expose the July 7th Incident, they probably won’t be able to do so.
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The only people who know this information are the senior officials. Will these senior officials tell them? That is impossible.
Zhang Tianhao knows better than anyone the character of these Japanese people, even the people in the office, and how they can do things that harm others and do not benefit oneself.
