Chen Baoxiang was very willing to listen to "Bi Jing" speak, because at this moment, although the disguise on her face was "Bi Jing", she had restored Li Qingtian's voice.
"Hey, you are an ordinary citizen in Jinan, what's the use of telling you this? You also said that fighting the Japanese is the Southern Army, and the Eighth Front Army's affairs have nothing to do with the common people, right?"
Chen Baoxiang had nothing to say. He also wanted to kill the Japanese, but he also wanted to save his family and live a good life.
It is difficult to have both public and private interests, and this has always been his heartache.
"I'm not qualified to know, that's right."
"Boss Chen, I'm sorry, I'm just stating the facts."
"Bi Jing" took Chen Baoxiang to an alley near the Grand View Garden.
There was a teahouse there. When the two of them walked in, they were immediately greeted and entered into a private room.
Gu Lanchun was there. After simply removing his makeup and freshening up, he started to change his appearance again, quickly changing "Bijing" into "Funakoshi". Then he put on a white suit and leather shoes. In the blink of an eye, standing next to Chen Baoxiang, he became
Japanese "Funakoshi".
"Bi Jing is at the Wei Si Gui Music Club. There is no one else around. He just goes to listen to the music."
After Gu Lanchun gave a brief reminder, he quickly disappeared while carrying the basket.
"Funakoshi" took Chen Baoxiang to Wei Si Guiqu Club under the overpass.
The business here has always been good because the owner Wei Sigui once studied in Japan and can sing some famous songs, memorial songs and folk songs in the Tokyo area in Japanese.
Those Japanese who have been away from their hometown for a long time and are eager to hear the local accent and slang will come here at night to listen to a few songs to relieve their homesickness.
"Funakoshi" arrived at the door and was guided by a clerk from the music club to a luxurious private room.
Bi Jing was inside, drinking alone and listening to music.
Bi Jing was surprised when he saw "Funakoshi" and immediately jumped up.
The two sat down, and Bi Jing ordered the waiter to bring in two more sets of bowls and chopsticks.
"Mr. Bi, I will be returning to Peking soon. Is there anything else you need to take care of?"
"Mr. Funakoshi, the only thing I need to ask for is that the two maps must be handed over to my superiors. I also wrote a long letter to my superiors, listing all my worries about Tokyo's defense-"
He handed the letter to "Funakoshi", and his nervous and stiff expression disappeared, replaced by a sincere smile.
"Thank you very much. Those two maps are very thoughtful. Next, when I return to Japan from Peiping, I will definitely meet the Emperor and submit them to him."
Chen Baoxiang followed these people back and forth, like a donkey on the road, wearing a blindfold, wandering around, not knowing what to do.
In the end, the donkey died of exhaustion in the grinding road and could not escape for the rest of its life.
Similarly, Chen Baoxiang feels that he has had enough of following others around. If he can't be independent, what's the point of living?
On the stage, Wei Si had not yet appeared. The number of spectators was increasing and the sound became extremely noisy.
"Mr. Bi, I am here to ask you one more thing. Since you have considered Tokyo's defense in such detail, let me put it another way. If you were an attacker, where would you choose the best point of attack?"
Bi Jing was confident: "In Hiroshima and Nagasaki, people gathered together and the folk customs were fierce. Eliminating them would be equivalent to breaking the backbone of Japan and making it impossible to stand up again. Their emperor's courtyard was destroyed, leaving behind
China’s Kwantung Army, headquarters from North China to South China, etc., are meaningless.”
Chen Baoxiang had to admire Bi Jing for his thorough understanding of the situation in Asia and the answers he gave were well-founded and very professional.
"How to attack?"
"The Americans and the Germans are both developing atomic bombs. As long as it is a big killer like the atomic bomb, no matter what angle it attacks, the ground cannot prevent it. Hiroshima and Nagasaki are on the far side of Tokyo, and their defenses are weak, but their water sources
Interlinked, one attack, two kills."
This is the scary thing about Bi Jing. He is very thoughtful and can bring harm to various countries as well as help.
Of course he is partial to Japan, but if these opinions are submitted to the Americans, Japan will be quickly eliminated and become a weapon of war for the Americans.
"Funakoshi" had already gotten the answer he wanted and stood up to leave.
Chen Baoxiang followed beside him, holding his hands and smiling helplessly.
"Boss Chen, help me take care of Mr. Funakoshi, I won't go out."
Bi Jing's mood was not high, probably because the "suppression of bandits" was unfavorable.
"Funakoshi" took Chen Baoxiang out. As soon as he left the overpass, he whispered: "There is a tail behind us, it must be Bi Jing's person."
Chen Baoxiang was surprised and did not dare to look back, so he could only follow "Funakoshi" and move forward.
When they arrived near the Grand View Garden, they entered a powder shop.
Enter through the front door and exit through the back door.
In this way, the tail is gone.
Funue found a secluded place, took off the disguise powder, and transformed into Li Qingtian.
"Boss Chen, let's just say goodbye. I know you are a good person and you have helped me a lot. However, the situation in Jinan is very complicated, so you have to take care of yourself."
Chen Baoxiang could only nod and laugh, not daring to say another word.
He couldn't afford to offend any of these people, so he could only keep his mouth shut and not talk too much.
"Boss Chen, you will open a restaurant in Grand View Garden in the future. We will definitely meet again. I hope you will take more care of us then, hehehehe..."
After Li Qingtian finished speaking, he waved to the distance.
A rickshaw came over and while waiting for her to get on the bus, it reported: "Bi Jing became suspicious and mobilized fifteen people to chase her along the way."
Li Qingtian calmly ordered: "Destroy them all, leaving no one behind. How dare the old devil clown be so aggressive?"
After the rickshaw left, Chen Baoxiang stood there, dazed for a while, before walking back to the rice shop along the street.
As soon as he reached the grass bun shop on Puli Street, he was stopped by Bi Jing.
"Boss Chen, where is Mr. Funakoshi?"
Chen Baoxiang pointed in the direction of the military headquarters: "It should be over there, I don't know. I don't know anything about you."
Bi Jing sneered: "You pushed it clean. I suspect that you have some secret deals with Mr. Funakoshi and you don't want to tell me, right?"
Chen Baoxiang shook his head. He did not dare to offend anyone. No matter what Bi Jing said, he would listen carefully.
"Boss Chen, just go back and don't do anything, let alone talk to anyone about what happened today. Do you understand? If something happens, I can't protect you."
Chen Baoxiang nodded and continued to move forward.
When he arrived at the rice shop, he found that men in black were constantly coming and going on both sides of the door.
They were Japanese spies, some of whom he had even met in person.
Now, the rice shop is really in trouble.
He entered the backyard, and Liu Yue'e's face was full of panic: "Master, a lot of people have just arrived. Bi Jing led the team to search, saying they were searching for people from the Eighth Front Army. After searching for a while, nothing was found, and they left."
Chen Baoxiang nodded: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a false alarm, don't worry."