Reason is still chaotic

During the dinner hosted by Nie Renxiong, Shen Jiali received overwhelming respect and compliments.

Power is like opium smoke. It has been eroding his body and mind little by little for a long time. The pleasure has accumulated over time, and today it has a big explosion.

In comparison, Nie Renxiong and his ilk seem to be nothing.

When he returned home that night, he was in a happy mood and couldn't sleep. He sat at the table and spread out a piece of letterhead, and wrote a letter to his home in Tianjin. The recipient of the letter was naturally Shen Zichun.Thinking of Shen Zichun's silly boy, he couldn't help but smile, crumpled up the letter paper with the words "My Nephew Zichun" and threw it on the ground, starting again with a more touching beginning: " Dear Xiaochun."

But there is no affectionate language anymore. It is nothing more than asking him if he is eating well and sleeping soundly, and let him stay at home with the driver obediently. If the servant dares to perfuse him with food, then he will reply Zhong told the third uncle that the third uncle would break their dog legs when he went back.In the end, I told him again not to go out and run around casually, because it is now in the period of "security strengthening movement", and the world is very unstable.

The inscription is also very Westernized, which is "Third Uncle who loves you".Shen Jiali folded the letterhead and stuffed it into an envelope, feeling very peaceful and joyful in his heart.Both the Secret Service Division and Duan Muren left for the time being, and he went to bed with a clear mind.

The next day, he got up very late.First let the handyman go out and mail the letter, then he sorted his clothes and went to work.When he got to the bureau, he was surprised to see Jiro Xingfu.

Xingfu Jiro was dressed in a military uniform, carrying the rank of lieutenant commander, but his attitude was still the same as before, and he was not domineering.Shen Jiali chatted with him in a few words, and learned that since the Japanese Garrison Army was upgraded to the North China Dispatch Army, the headquarters moved from Tianjin to Beiping, and Xingfu Jiro, a senior spy, followed him and was given a new position—— He went to the Beiping City Police Department as a consultant to the chief.

Shen Jiali was a little confused, but his face was full of joy, and he invited Xingfu Jiro out for a good meal at noon.Xingfu Jiro received a warm reception, but he still maintained his humble and gentle features, and refused to push his nose on his face.After returning to the bureau in the afternoon, Xingfu Jiro saw that his consultant's office had been cleaned up, so he went in to work; while Shen Jiali was full of worries, knowing that he was being put on a Japanese splint.

Standing alone in front of the window, Shen Jiali held a cigarette in one hand, puffing out thoughtfully.He and the Japanese have always been wine and meat friends. It seems that he has friendship with everyone, but the friendship with no one can be said to be deep, because there is no need to spend much time on it. He was just a wealthy idler, an apartment in the concession ; Unlike Duan Zhicheng, Duan Zhicheng was instructed by Duan Muren to "communicate by order".

Power and money are two things that lift people up and implicate them.Shen Jiali decided to gather his energy and win over Xingfu Jiro.The Japanese consultant has always had the status of the overlord in the government. He already has a Duan Muren on his head, and Xingfu Jiro can't be forced to jump up like a tiger.

He has to have something in his hands, otherwise he will be a waste, who would want it?

A military truck slowly turned from the street to the front of the building and stopped. On a hot day, the wolfhounds in the back of the truck stick out their long blood-red tongues and pant ferociously.As soon as the front car door opened, Shen Zijing jumped out.

Shen Jiali watched him walk into the room very calmly, knowing in his heart that last time in front of this virtuous nephew, he was completely guilty, and it was for nothing.There's no way, when he was passionate, he always lost control of his behavior and language; after the emotional heat wave ebbed, he would be fine.

As expected of an old friend, they were separated for nearly two years, and they got together again yesterday. Just being roughly pushed to the ground by Shen Zijing was enough to make him excited.The physical reaction was so strong that he almost doubted whether he had true feelings for Shen Zijing - shouldn't he cry with emotion first?

Shen Jiali turned around indifferently, walked back to the desk and sat down, and extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

There should be true feelings, or in other words, there must be.But Shen Zijing hated him, it was absolutely impossible for the two of them to be together, so it didn't matter if they were there or not, whatever they wanted!

That night, he called Duan Muren and reported Xingfu Jiro's whereabouts.When Duan Muren heard this, he was probably afraid that the phone would be monitored by the Japanese, so he immediately hung up and asked Shen Jiali to come to his place in person.

Shen Jiali looked at his watch, and found that it was not too early or too late, it was time for dinner, if he arrived at Duan Zhai, he might be invited by Duan Muren to have dinner; so he hurriedly made a bowl of lotus root powder and drank it, just to fill his stomach Belly.

He drove all the way to Duan Zhai, he got out of the car and took a look, he saw that this section of the house had a majestic facade, like a palace.When he walked in under the guidance of the concierge, he could not help but admire the beautiful summer evening scene everywhere he looked.Passing through several moon gates with twists and turns, he was finally brought into a small quiet courtyard, and Duan Muren was sitting alone under a shelf of green grapes, eating.Seeing Shen Jiali coming, he really asked, "Have you eaten?"

Shen Jiali was glad that he had prepared for a rainy day, and immediately replied with a smile: "Uncle, please use it yourself, I have eaten it long ago." Then he looked at the other party's food - it was placed on a small table with high stools, a plate of fried meat, a Mix cucumbers on a plate and rice in an iron pot.Duan Muren was wearing an undershirt, holding a large bowl in one hand, and chopsticks in the other. He put his mouth to the side of the bowl, and put the food into his mouth in a rambling manner.

Shen Jiali was very surprised, he had never seen the image of Duan Muren before, and he never thought that Duan Muren would hide in the depths of this carved beam and painted building, secretly heroic and extensive—maybe this is his true face?

After a while, Duan Muren put down the bowl and chopsticks, took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket, wiped his mouth, picked up another bowl of green tea, and drank it gurglingly.Then he stood up on his knees, turned around and walked into the room, and at the same time said without looking back: "Come in!"

Shen Jiali followed him in anxiously.

This time when the two sat down in the room, Duan Muren burped, and then took out a pipe from the drawer under the table beside him: "You said Xingfu Jiro and Kojima have a grudge?"

Shen Jiali knew that the so-called small islander was the Japanese advisor next to Duan Muren.Smiling blankly, he shook his head and replied, "I've never heard of that."

Duan Muren put the pipe in his mouth, and replied vaguely: "There is a grudge. Last year in Tianjin, I took credit for it. I had a fight at the military headquarters. Xingfu Jiro won, but it didn't go well. Kojima was promoted to Colonel. He struck a match and lit a pipe for himself: "The two of us belong to the same family, of course we walk in unison; however, the two supervisors around us are sworn enemies. Once the orders of the two parties conflict, we will be the ones to suffer. So, In the future, if Xingfu Jiro has any ideas, you will agree to it perfunctorily, and then report it to me immediately. There are some things that we will discuss together, understand?"

Shen Jiali was in need of his instructions, so after hearing this, he immediately nodded and replied: "Got it."

Duan Muren bit the cigarette holder lightly with his teeth, then raised his eyes to look at Shen Jiali.The light was not turned on, the room was dim, and the place where Shen Jiali was sitting was especially dark, but he was wearing a lake-colored satin robe, with a white and gloomy face protruding from the emerald green. Like a lonely soul and wild ghost, of course there is a history, and the cause of death can also be written into a play, and the tears will flow when it is sung.

Duan Muren looked away, feeling that from Shen Jiali to this mansion, it reminds people of Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio.

So he said: "Okay, Jiali, I have nothing else to say, you can go back and rest!"

Of course, Shen Jiali is not a lonely ghost, he thinks that he is in the glory period of his life, and he is living a very colorful life.After getting the order, he stood up, said goodbye as he wished, and then left Duan Zhai with ease.

He drove home in the dark.

A servant at home sent him a letter from Tianjin.When he saw the writing on the cover, he knew it was from Duan Zhicheng.Sitting in the living room, he took out the letter paper and read it. There was no explicit words in it, but at the end he stated that he would go to Beiping to visit Shen Jiali in the near future, and he drew more than 20 crosses in a childish manner. The cross represents a kiss.

Shen Jiali felt a little happy in his heart, and he was very happy, not ecstatic.He lit the letter with a lighter and threw it into the ashtray, waiting for the paper to be reduced to ashes.Then he went to bed, thinking about Xingfu Jiro and Duan Muren.