kingnovel Chapter 946 I have 33 information bags here
Chapter 946 I have 33 information bags here
Chapter 946 I have thirty-three information bags here
Ye Changqing frowned, finding it difficult to understand Wang Hu. He asked him to kill someone, but there was no fear on his face.
He even showed a look of joy.
For ordinary people, killing is a hurdle.
Some people are so scared that their legs go weak when they try to cross this hurdle, and some are even so scared that they live in fear for the rest of their lives.
Even those who are a little bolder will feel resistance.
This guy is a bit weird.
Actually eager to try!
"Have you ever killed someone?"
This is the only explanation, otherwise it wouldn't be like this. Wang Hu shook his head: "No."
Ye Changqing became even more suspicious, but none of this mattered anymore: "Let's go get a taxi."
The two people left the community and hailed a taxi on the roadside. Half an hour later, the car stopped on Hongwen Road.
Ye Changqing got out of the car and looked at the gate across the street, frowning.
The gate was very ordinary, with iron bars, about one and a half meters high, and it was closed at the moment.
But he felt inexplicably disgusted by the sign next to the gate.
"Hokkei Japanese School".
"No outsiders allowed."
It’s one thing for the Japanese to open a school here, but they actually also say that outsiders are not allowed to enter. Who are the outsiders?
The literal meaning is that it refers to people other than Japanese.
That is the Chinese, the countrymen. In the schools on this land, our own countrymen are not allowed to enter.
Movies I watched as a child flashed through my mind.
He felt an urge to kick it to pieces.
He glanced at Wang Hu next to him and said, "Go ahead, smash that plaque for me."
what?
Wang Hu was stunned for a moment, and looked at Ye Changqing in surprise: "Master, you are not kidding."
Ye Changqing said unhappily, "Who's kidding you?"
This……
Wang Hu was dumbfounded. If the plaque was smashed, it would be a foreign-related issue.
When he saw the words "Japanese people" written on them, he felt the urge to smash the plaque, as he believed 99% of people would. But an impulse is just an impulse.
No one really lost their mind and smashed the plaque.
Ye Changqing frowned: "What are you standing there for?
Sent it?"
Wang Hu smacked his lips, looked around, and said in embarrassment: "Master, there is not even a brick nearby, how can I smash it?
Also, if the master really wants to smash it, wait for me to buy a hammer in the evening.
I came over and smashed the two plaques into pieces.
how about it? "
Ye Changqing was speechless. This guy actually said such a thing. He glanced at him lightly and walked towards the gate.
Arrived at the gate.
He stopped, reached out to grab the steel pipe above the gate, and was about to climb in. Suddenly he stopped the idea.
He raised his hand and punched the door twice.
Boom~
The doorman opened the door and a man in his forties walked out. He glanced at Ye Changqing and waved his hand: "This is not a place for you to come. Go away!"
Seeing that the other party was speaking Mandarin, Ye Changqing asked, "One of us?"
The man showed a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth: "Please don't try to get close to me, I'm from Japan.
This is not a place you can enter.
Please go away!"
Ye Changqing pointed inside and said, "If I leave, you'll be in big trouble. Do you know who asked me to come?"
The man frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "What do you mean? Did you invite me here?"
Ye Changqing said coldly: "Aso Yuuki invited me here, open the door quickly!"
A look of surprise flashed across the man’s face, and he immediately became polite and bowed: “I’m very sorry, I didn’t know you were invited by Aso-kun.
I offer my sincere apologies.”
Ye Changqing said coldly: "If there is something wrong, apologize. Apologizing is useless. Open the door.
I'm in a hurry!
Are you responsible for delaying Aso Yuki's work?"
The man bowed again: “Sorry, I’ll open the door for you now.
Wait a moment! "
As he spoke, he opened the door, then stood at the door and made a gesture of invitation. Ye Changqing said coldly: "I'm not familiar with this place. Take me to see Aso Yuki!"
The man bowed again. "At your service."
Ye Changqing felt annoyed. This guy kept apologizing and seemed very polite, but in fact, he didn't show any sincerity at all.
He noticed that the moment the Japanese man stood up, his eyes were filled with unconcealed contempt.
He spoke even more rudely: "You talk too much nonsense, why don't you take me to see someone?
My time is valuable!"
The man coughed and said, "Come with me. I'll take you to the small building in the back."
After saying that, he walked in front, walked around the teaching building and headed towards the back.
Ye Changqing walked and observed, and saw slogans written on the wall, "Seven lifetimes to serve the country, eight million gods bless Yamato, I also want to attend the special festival tomorrow, heaven and earth are endless..." There were many slogans, some looked like traditional Chinese characters, some looked like simplified Chinese characters, and occasionally there were a few symbols interspersed.
I walked around the teaching building and went straight to the small building behind it.
As he walked over, he asked, "Excuse me, sir, are you Aso-kun's personal chef?"
Ye Changqing said: "You should know that he is very particular about food, so I got to know him. I am particularly knowledgeable about food.
But I’m not a personal chef, I’m the person in charge of promoting Kampo medicine in Hengcheng.”
When he discovered this Japanese man, he was a little frightened at first, but now he calmed down and started to ask for his information.
Just talk nonsense with him.
The man's expression relaxed when he heard this, and he extended his hand as a gesture of invitation: "This way, Aso-kun is in the small building ahead, not far away."
Ye Changqing saw the small building, a three-story building with snow-white walls and many folk paintings on them. It was just over twenty meters ahead.
He said to the man, "Go back. I remember the gate was not locked. Go back to your duty."
I'm going to see Aso-kun."
The man bowed slightly. "Thank you for the reminder. I'll trouble you now. I'll return to my post now."
Ye Changqing waved and walked towards the small building.
Wang Hu felt that everything was wrong when he entered the campus. He was very nervous, as if he had entered a dangerous jungle.
The Japanese guy was there just now, and he had a lot to say but didn't dare to say it.
Seeing the Japanese man walking away, he lowered his voice and asked, "Master, where is the photographer?"
Hengcheng is full of film crews. If you encounter something you don't understand, they're usually filming a TV show or a movie.
Now he can't understand what the master says.
It was like some kind of code word, or a line from a play. That's why I asked this question.
Ye Changqing glanced at Wang Hu in confusion: "What photographer? Shut up!"
As I slowly approached the small building, I could already hear people talking inside.
Afraid that the noise would attract the attention of people in the building, he simply told Wang Hu to shut up.
Seeing that his master looked unhappy, Wang Hu didn't dare to say anything and followed Ye Changqing forward.
When Ye Changqing walked into the small building, he heard a loud voice coming from a room. He subconsciously stopped and listened carefully to what was said inside.
"I learned Shaanxi Mandarin, and the dialect teacher was from Guanzhong. That old man spoke in a very harsh way, calling dating 'chasing girls' or 'hanging out'. My dialect is so good now that no one would dare to suspect I'm Japanese. I plan to chase a girl in Wuda, have a few children, and stay hidden for half my life. I promise to complete the 'Starry Sky' plan!"
"I speak Henan dialect. From now on, I'll eat noodles and drink spicy soup. I'll find a local girl to marry me. I don't speak in a slangy way. I promise I'll be the brightest star among the stars in the sky!"
"She taught me to speak Sichuan dialect. She's a girl. I'm friends with her and I'm learning from her. I'm not bragging, my dialect is absolutely authentic..."
……
Then an old voice said, "Your dialect is very standard. I believe even the locals would not be able to tell your true identity.
Now everything is ready, except for registering you and applying for a new identity.
I have thirty-three information packets here, each of you can take one."