No matter how you speculate, the bombing of the Joint Research Institute is an irreversible event, but fortunately, there are no major casualties. However, the economic losses are enough to make both sides feel distressed for a while.
Zhou Weiguo didn't know about this. After dawn the next day, he began to prepare for the Kwantung Army's New Year celebration.
As a family member attending the celebration, he actually didn't have much to prepare. However, thinking that the Japanese were still looking around with his last portrait, he thought it would be better to dress up a little.
"How is it?" Zhou Weiguo asked Lian Ziwen next to him, "Does it feel very different?"
Lian Ziwen was amazed, "Indeed, the feeling is really different. Your skills are really good."
Zhou Weiguo smiled and praised, "I'll teach you when I have time."
This celebration will be held in a theater not far from the Kwantung Army headquarters, with a stage and auditorium. Of course, as the Prime Minister of Manchukuo, Zhang Jinghui will naturally go there.
Liu Zhihui, as the person next to Zhang Jinghui and the person who controls Zhang Jinghui, naturally wants to go. However, Zhang Jinghui, the neglected prime minister, is old after all, so there is no need to go too early.
Therefore, Liu Zhihui came to see Zhou Weiguo first.
"It's not easy to learn after being taught." Listening to what Zhou Weiguo said, Liu Zhihui rolled his eyes. He originally wanted to learn, but when it came to makeup, he had no interest.
Zhou Weiguo was helpless. He was more tolerant towards Liu Zhihui. After thinking about it, the times are special now. Otherwise, in future generations, it would not be strange for a bunch of people to chase after someone else's young meat.
"alright."
"elder brother!"
"Okay!" Zhou Weiguo's face darkened, "Today is the Japanese New Year's celebration. If you have something to say, let's talk about it."
Liu Zhihui nodded and frowned slightly, "I find that Zhang Jinghui seems to be of little use to us."
"Huh?" Zhou Weiguo frowned, "How do you say that?"
"Following Zhang Jinghui these days, I found that his power, how should I say, is really completely emptied. He doesn't even have to go to the office on weekdays. Moreover, he only takes his time after the Japanese notify him of everything.
We need to go out and deal with it. Is such a person really useful to us?" Liu Zhihui expressed his doubts.
Zhou Weiguo sighed, "This is his way of survival. Zhang Jinghui was originally one of the warlords of the Feng clan. Although he is old, he still has a lot of prestige in the three eastern provinces. The Japanese made him the prime minister because of his
The same goes for us in terms of reputation, it’s impossible to really rely on these people.”
"But I always feel that Zhang Jinghui is not really helping us." Liu Zhihui shook his head, "He treats me like sugar-coated bullets. This always reminds me of the image of a weasel."
Zhou Weiguo laughed, "This is also his way of survival. At his age, can't he really not see that the Japanese are just struggling? We just happened to extend an olive branch, and he just took it. That's all.
"
Liu Zhihui did not refute, "Okay, then do we need him to do anything else?"
"No need for now, it's cold now. It's really cold in the Northeast!" Zhou Weiguo shook his head, "Let's wait until the weather gets warmer."
Looking out the window, even the snow has not melted away. This day, Zhou Weiguo really felt a little uncomfortable. The heavy snowfall in the past few days made him directly tell Liu Yuan that they should suspend their plans and wait for the weather to get warmer before making plans.
Liu Zhihui sighed and sat down, "Days like this are always a little different from what I imagined."
Zhou Weiguo smiled helplessly, "What do you think spy work is?"
"It should be very thrilling and exciting."
"Okay, calm down and go back and continue to look at that Prime Minister Zhang, but also be careful not to expose yourself. Let Premier Zhang wear more clothes and eat more before setting off. Today may be very...
Night."
"so late?"
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In a brightly lit theater, policemen and Japanese soldiers were all outside, and the atmosphere was solemn.
Lian Ziwen parked the car, Zhou Weiguo helped Mr. Lian get out of the car, and the three of them headed towards the door together. Lian Ziwen held an invitation in his hand, which was like a pass for this celebration.
Go to the door and hand the invitation to the Japanese soldier.
The Japanese soldier took it, looked at it carefully, returned the invitation to Lian Ziwen, and then indicated that the three of them could go in.
After entering, another Japanese soldier led them to a small room next to them.
Zhou Weiguo frowned, this was going to be a body search! It looked like the celebration was indeed solemn! And very cautious!
After the search, Mr. Lian frowned slightly, but did not show it. He glanced at Zhou Weiguo, turned his head, and headed towards the auditorium.
After leaving the small room, Lian Lao met some familiar people on the road and greeted each other.
"Old man, are you here?" A voice came. Zhou Weiguo turned around and saw that it was Zhang Jinghui. He also smiled helplessly. The names of these two old men...
"Hmph, of course I'm here too, you old fool!" Lian Lao snorted and moved forward on crutches.
Of course, Zhou Weiguo also saw Liu Zhihui next to Zhang Jinghui and nodded slightly.
"Okay, I won't chat with you anymore. I'm old and can't stand anymore!" Zhang Jinghui said, glanced at Zhou Weiguo meaningfully, turned around, and walked forward.
Zhou Weiguo raised his eyebrows, and he said that he was right as he matured with age. He just reminded them that it would be a little later. These people seemed to know that they would cause trouble. He curled up his lips. He would not do this New Year's celebration.
Let the Japanese proceed so quietly, otherwise, would he really come to see the Japanese celebration?
Supporting Lian Lao, Zhou Weiguo also moved forward.
As Prime Minister, Zhang Jinghui must sit in the front row, and the ignored Emperor Puyi will also sit in the front row, and even the commander of the Kwantung Army, Umezu Yoshijiro, will also sit in the front row.
However, as an old man from the Qing Dynasty, he could only sit in the back row.
Zhou Weiguo didn't mind.
This is the last row, so I don’t pay much attention to it.
It would be more convenient for him to do something.
Sitting in his seat, Zhou Weiguo saw a lot of people in mandarin jackets and long braids in the back row. He sighed slightly in his heart. These people were also a group of foolish and loyal people.
When Lian Lao came, many people stood up to greet him. Lian Lao just nodded slightly, sat in his seat, closed his eyes, put his hands on the crutches, and calmed down.
Lian Ziwen and Zhou Weiguo sat down on the left and right next to Mr. Lian.
Zhou Weiguo looked around, then looked at the stage dozens of meters away, and raised his eyebrows slightly. This stage was not big, and the so-called auditorium was not big either, but the Japanese and Chinese characters hanging on it made Zhou Weiguo