In an apartment in Chongqing, a middle-aged man looked at a woman sitting in front of him. She looked about twenty-six or seventeen years old, but she looked capable.
"Mr. Zhao, I don't know how you are thinking about it. I think you should have considered it almost. The empire will never treat talents like you badly."
"Miss Liu, I don't want to think about this matter anymore. After all, it's a very important matter, and I really can't make a decision at the moment." Although the middle-aged Mr. Zhao was sitting there, his expression looked a little impatient, obviously.
Indecision.
"Mr. Zhao, look at the current situation. The empire has occupied most of China's territory. Do you think China can win? Now that Chongqing has been beaten to a small area here, it can still afford to overturn.
No matter how big the waves are, if you cooperate with us, you will have the opportunity to make a big difference."
'Are you right?'
"If I join you, it would be betrayal. I still have to think about it carefully. This matter is not urgent!"
"Mr. Zhao, or Dr. Zhao, I think that only by cooperating with the empire is your opportunity to truly show your talent. Look at what you did in Chongqing. In addition to being a teacher, what else can you do?
It's a waste of your gifts and talents."
"I think you don't want to waste your talents and talents. Besides, haven't you noticed that you are completely wasting your youth and talents. This is tantamount to chronic suicide for you.
, are you willing to bear such consequences? Anyway, as an ambitious person, you will never do such a stupid thing."
'I believe Mr. Zhao will make the right choice. Let's end today's conversation here. When I have the opportunity, I will come to visit you again.'
The woman stood up, dressed like a lady, holding a precious bag in her hand, and wearing an exquisite mink scarf.
The clothes he wears are extremely luxurious at first glance. Just the clothes he wears can feed tens of thousands of people for a week, or even half a month, maybe more.
Chongqing's new socialite Miss Liu Lina, a woman with a mysterious origin, directly donated 100,000 French currency to the Chongqing government as soon as she arrived in Chongqing.
Newspapers also made special reports on her, saying that she was a patriotic and enthusiastic person, especially in some public places where donations were made, and she spent thousands of dollars to support the Anti-Japanese War.
But no one knows that the identity of such a woman is definitely not that simple.
If Zhang Tianhao were here, he would definitely recognize him and even scream out in surprise.
After all, this woman is really not that simple. She is the famous Yoshiko Ritekawashima. She has successfully landed in Chongqing and become a famous local socialite.
As for money and the like, there is no need to say more.
The talent he persuaded, Dr. Zhao Zhengdong from overseas, lived in a school in Chongqing with a family of three, earning a living by teaching.
Just because he fought continuously and went to class intermittently, his quality of life was not so ideal.
Zhao Zhengdong, a biological expert with a Ph.D. in the United States, once participated in virus research and wanted to return to China to showcase his talents for the country. However, due to conditions, he had to teach in a university as a foreign teacher.
He was originally full of passion, but the sharp edge in his body has been almost worn away by the edges and corners of life, and now he is just hanging around in school.
Several times, he wrote to his superiors to give feedback, but the result was nothing. After all, who would have the time and energy to do any research at this time?
He was really disappointed with this.
And I don’t know how this news got known to the Japanese spies, so the Japanese spies sent Yoshiko Kawashima to Chongqing to instigate rebellion.
After all, they now need a large number of virus experts and biological experts to conduct research.
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In Shanghai, Zhang Tianhao was sitting in the factory office, looking for female workers to talk to one after another. He had been talking to these female workers for more than five hours since less than one o'clock in the afternoon.
In the blink of an eye, it was already almost six o'clock, when the factory was about to close, or it was time to eat.
Looking at the wave of fifteen female workers who had just left, he also shook his arms, moved his somewhat stiff body, and sighed helplessly.
He wants to talk to all the people within a week. After all, he doesn't talk and doesn't know the identities of these people. It's still quite dangerous for him.
Every half an hour, this afternoon, he directly found ten waves of female workers, and one hundred and fifty women came here to talk. With so many people, he remembered that it was a bit difficult, not to mention that they were still having targeted conversations.
Assistant Li Xiaowen originally came to help him, but in the end he was too tired and had to rest aside.
Looking at Li Xiaowen who was covered with a quilt, he also smiled and didn't say much. There were only 150 people in one afternoon. Including the 300 people in the previous few days, he only interviewed 450 people.
.
When he thought of this, he smiled bitterly.
"Damn it, I have to work overtime!"
As soon as he thought of this, he looked at his watch helplessly, then walked out of the room and asked someone to bring him food. Next, he had to find someone to talk to, since he had to work overtime anyway.
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Among the Matsui family, Matsui Ichiro was half lying on the bed, his whole body was extremely exhausted, and the physical injuries were not enough to describe the injuries in his heart.
He still hasn't figured out what happened to his private seal and signature, and why they were used to pick up the goods.
He couldn't understand. After all, he remembered very clearly that he had never stamped his personal seal on anyone else, let alone signed a bill of lading for anyone else, but he appeared so inexplicably.
"Who on earth is it?"
He couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought about it, and finally he took back the photo of the bill of lading and looked at it carefully. This was what really made him depressed.
The signatures and seals on the delivery slip were all his. The only thing that was a little weird was the paper, because there was something wrong with the paper. It looked like it was not the paper his family used to pick up goods at all, but an ordinary piece of paper.
He knew that the bill of lading had been forged by someone else, and even his signature and seal might have been forged. Because of this, he felt extremely depressed.
Now, he just wants to catch the person who forged his signature, tie him up with whips, candles, and red rope, and then torture him to let him know how miserable the consequences will be if he offends him.
But since he didn't get the specific paper, he could only complain. Even if he wanted to check the source of the paper, he was unable to do anything.
"Baga, Baga!"
After cursing a few words, he lay half-lying on the bed powerlessly, unable to even turn over. After all, he was beaten quite miserably and severely.
If it hadn't been discovered that there was something wrong with the paper on the delivery note this time, he might have been beaten to death by Matsui Kimo.
"Who is it? Who is it?"
He has always been confident, but he never thought that one day he would be plotted by others, and that he was almost beaten to death.
As he thought about it, some people's names appeared in his mind, which made him start to think.