"Secretary Yoshida, Chief Hashimoto asked you to come over." A policeman on duty opened the door and walked into Yoshida's office.
"I'll be there right away." Yoshida quickly stood up.
When Yoshida walked into Director Hashimoto's office, the silver-haired Director Hashimoto was standing in front of the office window, overlooking the scenery of the entire Central District of Tokyo - although the office building in Jingjing Town only has four floors, it is limited to the Imperial Palace.
Most of the other residential buildings are no more than two stories high. Standing here and raising your head slightly, you can even see the top of the palace.
"Whatever it is, just tell me directly." Hashimoto did not look back.
"Hashimoto-san, I've contacted Momiji." Yoshida replied respectfully, looking at Hashimoto's straight back.
"oh?"
Hashimoto looked back at Yoshida. The hooked nose and eyebrows on his rectangular face gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression.
The current chief of the Tokyo Police Town, Hashimoto Taketaro, is fifty-eight years old. He was born in the Imperial Army. He started from a small police officer and has been the top officer in charge of the entire Tokyo Police secret service system. In the early years, those who married Imperial Internal Affairs
The gossip about the minister's daughter has long since disappeared with his vigorous and decisive methods.
"Yes, I saw the red leaves, just half an hour before you came back." Yoshida emphasized again.
"Where is he now?" President Hashimoto was obviously very interested in the red leaves.
"I'm back. He said he would contact you if necessary." Yoshida answered slightly uneasily.
"Haha," Hashimoto smiled, his silver hair trembling slightly as he spoke, "What do you mean, he doesn't want to see me?"
This Hongye, who is just a major at best, dares to refuse himself, the chief of police of the Imperial City, who has a military rank of major general. This seems a bit unreasonable, or is this the usual style of those weirdos in the military?
"I dare not say this because of my humble position, but Hongye-kun is obviously a very determined person." Yoshida expressed his views tactfully.
"Then he still doesn't want to see me," Hashimoto touched his chin thoughtfully, "That's right, his work has nothing to do with ours, so it's normal that he doesn't want to see people from China."
"Yes," Yoshida also nodded, "Such a person who is on a mission should not have contact with anyone who has nothing to do with his mission."
"But someone told me that this person might be beneficial to the work we are doing." President Hashimoto frowned.
"That thing?" Yoshida suddenly became alert.
"Yes, our 'Special Agent Training Institute'," Chief Hashimoto nodded. "The school building resources are easy to talk about. The key is teachers and students. In fact, students are also easy to handle. There are so many university and junior college students in the empire. Select some suitable ones."
It's not difficult, it just takes some time! What's difficult is the teacher - there are not many special talents with rich modern intelligence experience, and even if there are, most of them are performing tasks in various places. You know, the empire is in the expansion period,
From Europe to the United States and even Southeast Asia, the gap in intelligence personnel is not small."
"Yes, this is exactly the original intention of our establishment of the 'Special Agent Training Institute'." Yoshida sighed.
"Because there are not enough talents, we have to train talents. But precisely because of the lack of talents, the talents who train talents are not enough to be used. This seems to have become a chicken-and-egg problem." Hashimoto couldn't help but laugh.
"Then, should I contact this Hongye?" Yoshida asked tentatively.
He already understood what President Hashimoto meant - there are not many teachers who have time to cultivate special talents, and this 'Red Leaf' is just the right candidate - there is no teacher who can not only perform tasks but also teach part-time.
More appropriate!
"Get in touch!" Hashimoto was very satisfied with Yoshida's understanding. "A large number of intelligence talents are not only needed by the military, but also by our police department. Look, how many foreigners are in Tokyo now? I think among these people
, I’m afraid there are quite a few red elements sent by Soviet Russia!”
"Hey! I understand!" Yoshida nodded in agreement.
Since the imperial capital was moved from Kyoto to Osaka, more and more foreigners have been living in Tokyo. It is conservatively estimated that there are more than 100,000 people. With so many people, it is strange that there are no spies sent by foreign countries. Needless to say, friendly countries
, even those foreigners from Eastern Europe, I am afraid that many of them are influenced by Redism, which is a fatal threat to the imperial power!
"The empire can coexist with capitalists, but it can never coexist with communists. The different choices of the British Empire and France should already illustrate the problem!" President Hashimoto narrowed his eyes and pointed out the seriousness of the problem.
sex.
"Hey Yi, if you teach me, I will always remember it in my heart! I will contact Hongye immediately and arrange a suitable time!" Yoshida said with a serious face.
"Wait a minute," Hashimoto stopped Yoshida from going out. "Since Mr. Hongye is not enthusiastic about this matter, we shouldn't be too anxious. After all, he and we are not in the same system."
After a pause, a "mysterious" smile suddenly appeared on President Hashimoto's face, and he spoke "fluent" Chinese:
"Well, Mr. Hongye has just returned to China, and he must have longed for the mountains and rivers of his hometown! You, find an opportunity to send him to Hokkaido in person, so that he can relive the happy life of his childhood!
Remember, you must always greet the guests and ask for help, be considerate and considerate, make you feel at home, and enjoy yourself!"
Yoshida felt ashamed. The last few idioms of President Hashimoto sounded really weird. However, Yoshida knew that President Hashimoto had been cramming in Chinese recently, so of course he was embarrassed to say anything. He quickly praised a few words against his will and walked out quickly.
Room.
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"Zhou Sang, are you back? That person didn't give you any trouble just now, right? You haven't come back for so long, I thought you were lost?!"
At the school gate, Kasuga Miko was waiting anxiously outside. When she saw Geng Chaozhong getting out of the car, she hurried up to greet him.
"No, this officer is very kind to me..." Geng Chaozhong gave a helpless smile.
"kind?"
Kasuga looked at Geng Chaozhong suspiciously, seeing that his hair was a little messy and his face seemed a little pale. He didn't look like he was safe and sound at all - she knew that many Chinese students who came to Japan had been criticized by the Ministry of Civil Affairs and Household Registration Management.
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"Yes, very kind," Geng Chaozhong nodded emphatically, "Miss Kasuga, thank you for your concern for me. It is really an honor for Zhou to have a friend like you. By the way, we are now friends.
Alright?"
After saying that, he looked into Haruhi's eyes with nervous and expectant eyes.
"Of course we are friends," Haruhi's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, "In Chinese, we hit it off right away!"
