Miss Wenjun asked Lang Shuoyang what Japanese people look like. Lang Shuoyang's answer was simple: "Very ugly."
"Is it a green face and fangs?" Wenjun asked again.
"That's not true, but when you see them you feel like beating them up."
"I want to go over there secretly and take a look. Will you accompany me?" Wenjun became curious and discussed with Lang Shuoyang.
"Didn't your father tell you not to go? Besides, the Japanese are very ferocious and lustful. It would be very dangerous if you were discovered by them." Lang Shuoyang had read history books and knew the tyranny of the Japanese.
"It's okay. I used to peek behind the screen secretly when my father had guests, and I was never caught. I'm very experienced." Wenjun said mischievously.
Lang Shuoyang also wanted to know what kind of person Wenjun's father was and what methods he would use to deal with the Japanese. Hearing Wenjun's confidence, he nodded in agreement and quietly went downstairs with her.
We passed through two courtyards one after another. Most of the houses in these courtyards were painted gray and black. Although it was daytime, walking inside had an eerie feeling. Lang Shuoyang remembered what was written in the book that at that time, in order to avoid being bombed by Japanese fighter planes,
Most houses in Nanjing are painted in colors similar to the land.
Arriving in front of a tall blue brick house, Lang Shuoyang couldn't help but exclaimed, "Your house is really big, bigger than our village. If it had been occupied by developers in our time, how many buildings would it have cost to replace it!"
Wenjun put his finger up to his mouth and said softly: "We're here, don't talk nonsense, don't let dad find out, he will punish you."
Wenjun led Lang Shuoyang into the big house through a side door, turned through a sloping corridor, and then entered a corner door. When they came to a large screen, Wenjun held his breath, closed one eye, and lay down in the gap of the screen.
She went up and looked into the room. Lang Shuoyang stood behind her, looking at the young lady's exposed neck, her skin as white as snow, her figure slender yet graceful, and her butt sticking out on the screen, looking naughty and cute.
I couldn't help but have an inexplicable impulse in my heart. I stretched my head and gently smelled the edge of her bun. The fragrance entered my nose, and I couldn't help but feel a surge in my heart. I forgot for a moment that I was in danger.
Lang Shuoyang suddenly thought of the women around him, and couldn't help but calm down quickly. The women around him had already made him miserable, so he must not be flirtatious again!
Wenjun turned around and saw Lang Shuoyang's face was red. He thought he was afraid, and encouraged him softly: "It's okay. If dad finds out, I will plead for you. He loves me very much. If I pretend to cry, he will be fine."
They will all agree to me." Lang Shuoyang smiled, it seems that this young lady who is not familiar with the world is usually very pampered by her father.
Wenjun said again: "Come and see, are those in yellow clothes Japanese soldiers? I think they look like humans and dogs, not as scary as the legend says." After saying that, he gave the gap to Lang Shuoyang, half of himself
He squatted down and looked out from the gap under Lang Shuoyang's body.
Lang Shuoyang lay on the seam of the screen and looked out. Outside the screen was a splendid hall with gorgeous furniture and exquisite furnishings. There were many antique jades placed on the cabinets on the opposite wall. One look showed that this family was not ordinary.
wealthy family.
Sitting in the main seat of the hall was a middle-aged man with a mustache. His slightly fat body and clad in silk made him look graceful and luxurious. Sitting in the guest seat next to him was a young Japanese officer with a sheathed weapon in his hand.
sword, and behind him stood a dozen Japanese soldiers holding long spears.
The middle-aged man was obviously Wenjun's father, Mr. Cheng. He pointed at a plate covered with red silk on the table and said, "This is twenty gold bars and a hundred thousand yuan in silver notes. It's not disrespectful to say something small."
, I hope Chief Sakata will accept it."
The Japanese official smiled slightly, nodded and said: "Hey, Mr. Cheng is very sensible. In Chinese terms, it is said that those who understand current affairs are heroes." Unexpectedly, this Japanese man spoke fluent Chinese Mandarin.
Mr. Cheng also smiled along with him: "I am a businessman. I only know how to make money through business. I have never paid attention to state affairs. We only remain neutral when it comes to the war between the two countries. Money is something external to the body. I am filial to my superiors and just want to keep my family safe."
Sakata shook his head and said: "Neutral ground is not allowed. It is wise to be loyal to the imperial army. With your wealth, you are not sincere enough with your money."
Mr. Cheng still had a smile on his face and asked: "What about the commander's wishes..." He paused and waited for the Japanese officer's next words.
Sakata, still smiling, continued: "The Imperial Japanese Army raised its troops for the common prosperity of Greater East Asia, but the Chinese government was corrupt and stubbornly resisted, causing the Imperial Army to lose a lot of manpower and material resources. These are all thanks to you, China."
The government and the people will pay the compensation, so now the entire property of Nanjing City belongs to the Imperial Army. If you take the initiative to contribute, the Imperial Army can consider giving you preferential treatment, but it is not just what is in front of you." Sakata said, pushing the table aside.
on the tray.
Mr. Cheng gradually lost his smile, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, as long as it keeps my family safe, all the wealth in my house can be used by the imperial army."
Sakata laughed and said, "Mr. Cheng understands the general outline and understands the importance. I admire him."
Lang Shuoyang thought to himself: Is this Master Cheng's way of fending off the enemy? Isn't this just surrendering the gun and not killing? But in the current situation, his family is unable to resist, so handing it over like this is better than letting others take it away directly.
It's a bit more decent, but I don't know if these Japanese people will really let their family go if they just take money.
After Bantian said a few innocuous remarks, he said another sentence, which made Master Cheng and Lang Shuoyang tremble in their hearts. He said: "Okay, don't gossip any more, I will ask my subordinates to take care of your filial piety."
Qiancai, please invite all your family members to the hall."
Mr. Cheng frowned and said: "Sir Sakata, all of my family members are good citizens. They are timid and fearful people who have never seen the scene. It's better not to come out, so as not to frighten them."
Sakata also stopped smiling: "The imperial army's words are orders. If you don't obey the orders, you will die!" As soon as he changed his face, the dozen or so soldiers behind him immediately raised their guns and pointed them at Mr. Cheng.
, and pull the bolt.
Wenjun was so frightened that she almost screamed. She stood up and hit her head on Lang Shuoyang's chin. Lang Shuoyang ignored the pain and quickly held her shoulders and whispered: "Don't move rashly."
The two of them continued to lie on the screen and peek, and saw that Sakata waved his hand, and the sound of noisy footsteps outside the door dispersed. There were also many Japanese soldiers standing outside the emotional door.