A cold smile appeared on Geng Chaozhong's face, but his tone was particularly warm:
"So, Mr. Zhao, you are the lobbyist sent by Muto?"
"It's not really a lecture, it's just a middleman at best!" Zhao Kezhen's voice was also exceptionally warm. "Also, I think Mr. Fang's voice is very familiar. There is always a sense of deja vu."
"Haha, the same is true for Mr. Zhao," Geng Chaozhong smiled. "Since Mr. Wu Teng has kindly invited me, I will not be respectful. Well, I haven't been in Peking for a long time. I will leave the specific location to Zhao."
Sir, I will call you again three days later, how about that?"
"Well, I will convey Mr. Fang's wishes to Mr. Wu Teng and wish you all the best!" Zhao Kezhen said with a smile.
"It's a deal, Mr. Zhao, goodbye!" Geng Chaozhong put down the phone.
It's not surprising that Wu Teng found him. What's surprising is that he actually found Zhao Kezhen as the middleman, which is a bit interesting.
In the Peking Education Office, Zhao Kezhen also put down the phone.
"Mr. Zhao, what do you say over there?" A dark-faced man next to him spoke up. It was Tanaka Hideki who was ordered by Muto to monitor Zhao Kezhen.
"The other party initially disagreed, but after I told him about Daocheng, he quickly agreed." Zhao Kezhen glanced at Tanaka Hideki in front of him and replied.
Ever since the meeting with Muto, Muto had sent this guy to guard him. He called it protection, but in fact he was still worried about him.
But Zhao Kezhen doesn't care. His current mission is to lurk around the Japanese for a long time, and there will be no action in a short period of time. If Tanaka Hideki wants to follow, just let him follow.
But, what does Muto mean by asking him to contact Station Manager Fang of Peiping Station?
Turn hostility into friendship?
After thinking for a while, Zhao Kezhen dialed Mu Teng's phone number.
.......
At 5:30 pm on August 7, at the entrance of the Liuguo Hotel in Dongjiaomin Lane, Peking, a gentleman in a suit and sunglasses got out of a black car. He threw a piece of gold to the driver and walked into the Liuguo Hotel.
The banquet hall on the first floor.
A unique dinner was being held in the banquet hall. Celebrities and ladies from various embassies in Peiping were dancing enthusiastic waltzes. Foreigners and Chinese in suits were walking through the middle of the hall holding red wine glasses.
When I meet someone I know well, I stop to take a few sips, creating a lively scene.
The gentleman in sunglasses did not stop, but passed through the hurried flow of people and arrived at the southwest corner of the banquet hall.
Sitting there was a forty-year-old man wearing a plaid shirt and a bow tie. He leaned on the back of the chair with his toes slightly raised, his fingers holding a cigarette lazily resting on the table, and occasionally scanning the surrounding scenery.
, seems to be waiting for something.
Seeing the man in sunglasses approaching, the middle-aged man bowed slightly and asked, "Hello, who are you?"
"Mr. Zhao, you are fine."
The man in sunglasses took off his glasses, and a familiar face appeared in front of Zhao Kezhen. It was Associate Professor Zhou from the Yenching University Library!
"It's you!" The cigarette butt on Zhao Kezhen's fingertips shook and almost fell to the ground.
"Mr. Zhao, why do you ask questions when you know it?" Geng Chaozhong blinked at him and put his sunglasses back on.
"Haha," Zhao Kezhen laughed, then picked up the red wine on the table, took a sip, and said with a smile: "You know I know?"
"I already knew it when Mr. Zhao arranged his daughter to be with me. Not only that, I can also be sure that you not only know that I know that you know, but you also know that I know that you know that I know." Geng Chaozhong sat down with a smile.
Come down.
Zhao Kezhen also blinked.
While they were talking, not far from them, another short man wearing a vest and trousers came over and sat between the two of them with a smile.
"This must be the famous Station Master Fang." The visitor looked at Geng Chaozhong and extended his hand in a friendly manner.
"Mr. Muto, nice to meet you!" Geng Chaozhong also extended his hand.
The two shook hands briefly, but Zhao Kezhen stood up next to him, spread his hands and said, "You guys talk, I'll go out first."
Wu Teng nodded and let Zhao Kezhen go out. Then he looked at Geng Chaozhong and said with a smile:
"Stationmaster Fang, are you satisfied with this place arranged by Mr. Zhao?"
"Satisfied, of course I am satisfied. There is no more suitable place than this dinner for the American Consul in Peking!" Geng Chaozhong smiled calmly.
Zhao Kezhen had good intentions in choosing the American consul's dinner as the meeting place for him and Muto.
At this time, the United States is both a resource supplier to Japan and an arms supplier to China. It is also a neutral country that the two countries cannot offend the most. Meeting in this place can completely prevent the two sides from having some bad ideas, and can also ensure the safety of both parties.
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"Stationmaster Fang, when it comes to Daocheng, you should understand the purpose of my invitation, right?" Wu Teng raised the wine glass that Zhao Kezhen left just now and raised it.
"I don't quite understand," Geng Chaozhong shook his head, "but the environment here is good, and I am very interested in meeting the legendary Colonel Muto."
"Haha," Wu Teng laughed, "Since Station Commander Fang doesn't understand, I might as well tell you frankly that I know all the things Station Commander Fang did in the island city."
"Oh?" Geng Chaozhong was stunned, "I have never been to the island city in my life. Colonel Muto may have made something wrong!"
"Now that things have come to this point, why should Station Chief Fang cover it up?" Muto still smiled, "When you transferred from the Party Mediation Office to the Fuxing Society, you killed your boss with your own hands as a sign of submission. Such courage and means, even
I can’t help but admire three points.”
"Haha," although he laughed, Geng Chaozhong's face was expressionless. He looked at Wu Teng and said word by word: "Mr. Wu Teng, even so, do you think you can blackmail me with this matter?"
?”
"Of course not," Muto laughed loudly, "Since you dare to do this, you must have wiped out all kinds of evidence. Even if I report you to the party investigation, who can identify you as the man who died in Daocheng three years ago?
Where is Geng Chaozhong?!"
"It seems that Mr. Muto is not stupid enough," Geng Chaozhong paused, "So, what do you want? I can give you a chance, but this is the only chance. You know, I will go out of the party to mediate this matter.
, although it will bring me some trouble, but it won’t be able to touch me.”
"No, no, no, Station Commander Fang, you are wrong," Muto waved his hand, "You are from the Party Mediation Office or the Secret Service. What difference does it make to me?"
He paused, continued to stare into Geng Chaozhong's eyes, and whispered: "What I like is that you are not only a traitor in the Party's mediation, a red man in the Secret Service, but also an elite in the Red Party!"
Geng Chaozhong's pupils shrank suddenly, and his hands involuntarily stretched to his waist, but Mu Teng continued as if he didn't realize it:
"Stationmaster Fang, you really don't need to be nervous. If I really want you to die, as long as I spread this news, you will definitely die!"