troubled times reckless

Turning around to leave, the eldest brother said from behind: "Stay here for a meal?"

"Ate."

"Jingyu... that day, Chunhong was not pregnant."

"So what?"

He looked at me and smiled: "Let's do it again, shall we?"

I frowned: "Impossible."

At this time, a servant came over and said, "Mr. Luo, the trade union representative has arrived."

The eldest brother nodded: "Please go to the study and let him stay for a while."

The servant took the order to leave, and I asked strangely, "Why are you still on the line with the trade union representative?"

The eldest brother walked through a door, and in the cloakroom next to the aisle, he untied his silk clothes and put on a plain cotton Chinese-style gown: "The Ministry of Finance wants to take back the tax exemption rights of British American Tobacco, and the tobacco company directly deducts it from the wages of the workers. If you want to raise your salary, go to the Nanjing government."

"Then what does it matter to you?"

He smiled, took off the jade wrench from his hand, and put it on the desk: "Now that the workers are going on strike, I'm going to set up a 'strike support club' to help raise funds, and I'll give them a sum of money first. "

"why?"

My elder brother patted me on the shoulder: "Whatever you do, you have to think about the government. If those 4 to [-] people have been without jobs for a long time, what should we do if we start a fight?"

"Oh." I shrugged nonchalantly, and put on my clothes: "You are really busy now...I'm leaving."

He raised his hand and straightened my woolen coat: "If you have time, go to the Shanghai Garrison outside the city to report as soon as possible, and bring a few more security guards when you go out in the future, don't just walk on the street so thoughtlessly, the Japanese are now I want to put you to death and hurry up, so don't be unaware."

I took his hand away: "No way, they are free, there are so many radicals, how can they bother me."

The eldest brother glanced at me: "You really don't remember what you did?"

I frowned: "Why do you pretend to know everything all day long? It's the same with Yue Weiren... Can you calm down? How much do you really know about these things from beginning to end?"

The eldest brother laughed when he heard the words, walked to the mirror and looked at it for a while, then turned around and looked at me: "Actually... I don't really understand these things, and I don't usually understand the world, but I know you."

I turned around and walked out, only to see two bodyguards following behind me.

"Mr. Luo told us that before you bring the guards, let us guard you."

I was directly driven to the camp of the Garrison Army in Shanghai, changed into the yellow and green uniform of the Central Army, reported the report, and wrote an application, planning to transfer all the former subordinates here.

While checking the equipment in the camp, I heard someone shouting loudly outside.

Pushing the door out of the office room, following the sound, he saw Yue Weiren was arguing with someone in the warehouse with Wang Quan and several adjutants.

"...What's your attitude?! Be careful and I'll kill you!" Yue Weiren pulled out his gun, his face full of anger.

I walked over and pulled them away, and one of them turned out to be the staff officer of the Xinyi Division.

When he saw me, he saluted: "Master seat."

I laughed and said, "Hey, what's the matter? Brother Yue is so angry!"

When Yue Weiren saw it was me, he said, "It's just in time for you to come! Come over and have a look at your own ammunition depot! The report clearly shows 20 rounds of shells, how come there are only [-] cases?"

I reached out and took the receipt: "Oh, that's none of Brother Yue's business."

Yue Weiren almost wanted to blow the stubble off his face: "It's none of my business? A few days ago, a Japanese warship sailed around the Yellow Sea. Preparations for war are a matter of state affairs, and everyone in China can control it. "

Wang Quan stood behind Yue Weiren, but his attention was not on this side at all, he looked around the middle of the camp.

Instead, another adjutant beside Yue Weiren handed me a notebook respectfully: "Mr. Liang, Commander Yue is now appointed as the Supervisor of War Preparations of the Shanghai Army."

I laughed, and reached out to pat Yue Weiren on the shoulder: "It's really a great enemy, and everyone can make the best of their talents. Brother Yue is right. You can deal with it as you see fit."

Yue Weiren glared, and opened my hand: "I see how to deal with it. Isn't there military law? You, the division commander, have neglected your duties. You wrote a review report yourself and fined you a month's salary in less than three days after your new appointment; but this batch of shells Anyone who handles it will be dismissed from the military, and the main responsible person will be handed over to a military court."

"Even I have to be punished." I laughed.

Yue Weiren looked at me with a look of hatred for iron and steel: "It's a big deal, can you have some snacks? Where did the enthusiasm before? How many hours do you train here every day?"

"It's not that I don't want to. I'm going to make some adjustments to the staffing here. After a while, I will install all of my own people. As the old saying goes, a new official needs to burn three fires when he takes office, otherwise he will be powerful."

Yue Weiren sighed, waved his hands and said, "Forget it, I think you will be rotten and clean when you come to Shanghai."

Speaking of Yue Weiren reached out for a cigarette and put it in his mouth, the adjutant hurriedly set him on fire.

Letting out a breath, he said, "Wang Quan'er, are you still smoking British cigarettes?"

Wang Quan was taken aback, and took out a pack of domestic Nanyang brand from his pocket.

Yue Weiren nodded in satisfaction: "I'm a little conscious now."

However, Wang Quan said indifferently: "The British cigarettes on the street have long been sold out, and I can't buy them even if I want to buy them."

Yue Weiren was about to scold when he opened his mouth, but he seemed to realize something: "Sold out?"

I said lightly, "Did the British tobacco factory go on strike recently? They are all out of stock in the market."

"It's good to go on strike, don't kill it, hide in the lease without paying taxes, and set high prices, it's full of imperialist style." Yue Weiren seemed to think of something: "I heard that the police headquarters has arrested more than 20 Communists? "

"What about the Communist Party? People from the military command came to see it. It was just a group of scumbags. None of them were on the arrest warrant, and they didn't recognize anyone who identified them. After asking for a long time, they were just a group of young people who had been brainwashed by fallacies. "

"Have you written a letter of repentance?"

"No, haven't all the written ones been released?"

Yue Weiren frowned and looked at me: "You don't have any sense of crisis at all. Such diehards should have been shot long ago, and they will go to southern Jiangxi when they are released. Now that the country is in crisis and the nation is in peril, they are planning to disrupt the country and have no home. In the country, the Communist bandits will not die, and the civil strife will continue.”

I laughed when I heard the words: "Brother Yue, you must be serious. It's just a mob with a weak force, what kind of situation can it be?"