“かんぱい~!”

(Cheers in Japanese)

In a private room of a Japanese restaurant in the Japanese gathering area in Hongkou, Iwai, the intelligence minister of the Shanghai Consulate, the Special High School Department, Ryosuke Hatani and many spies sat around a long table to raise their glasses and cheer.

Everyone drank all the sake in the glass, and closed their eyes and made a comfortable sound. The high-end sake tasted smooth and the fragrance was refreshing, making people want to drink the second cup.

Seeing this, several waitresses quickly filled the guests with wine glasses. They were kneeling on the ground in traditional kimonos. The tight clothing outlined the rich curves, which made them look unique.

The scene was too exciting. Several young people in the crowd couldn't help but take a few glances, subconsciously swallowed their saliva, their faces turned red in an instant, and their nostrils were spurting hot air.

Hasegawa Ryosuke and Iwai clinked glasses and laughed secretly in their hearts. These local buns who had never seen the world blushed after eating. They didn't know what they would look like after going to a nightclub.

Fortunately, I brought them here to adapt in advance, otherwise I would have lost the face of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs by those good bastards in the Navy. It seems that young people should exercise more.

"Clang~Clang~"

Haguchi tapped the wine glass and attracted everyone's gaze. He looked at the men who were thieves and had no courage. He raised his arms and put them around the waitress beside him, showing a gentle smile.

"You are just coming to the consulate from Toyota, and you must adapt as soon as possible. The situation in Shanghai is quite complicated, and all forces are mixed with each other. You must be flexible in doing things and not rely on temporary courage.

After all, this is the territory of the Chinese. We must be pragmatic and self-righteous people cannot go far. As long as we obey the orders well, the minister and I will not treat everyone badly."

After saying that, he turned to chat with Iwai in a low voice. Yu Guang observed everyone's reaction. If anyone was ignorant of the current affairs, he had to get rid of the special high school class as soon as possible to avoid disrupting their business.

Besides, the people present were all shocked when they heard this. The fool could hear the harshness, win over and warning in these words, which were specifically reflected in the four words "flexible" and "obedience".

flexible.

These two words represent that what the Intelligence Department does may touch or even violate the regulations of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. As for the reason, it may be for the public or for the private, in short, there are certain risks.

obey.

Who should I obey? Of course, I will not treat their Minister Iwai and Chief Hague unfairly. Today's banquet is not delicious. In Chinese, it is the Hongmen Banquet, and it needs to be a team.

The old spies who had already received the benefits were quiet for a few seconds on the long table smiled slightly, hugged the waiter skillfully and drank wine. Why didn't they accept the kindness of their two immediate bosses?

Under such circumstances, several newcomers kept sweating on their foreheads. After a while, someone finally couldn't resist the huge pressure. He imitated his seniors and leaned nervously towards the woman beside him.

With the lead in everything, the rest of things will be easier to handle. It is said that learning is not easy, but learning bad things will go apart. This is true. Soon, the private room is filled with a happy atmosphere.

"A bright moonlit night in spring,

"The feast is in the Chinese hall..."

"The cups and glasses intersect with people,

“The wine is flowing…”

"Yoxi...Haguchi...Secretary..."

The humming and applause of the folk song "The Moon of the Desolate City" came from the Japanese restaurant, floating above the quiet streets, and the Japanese people coming and going stopped and listened quietly to the sound of their hometown.

In a small alley, Takaki Ioda on the car was pricking his ears with a strange expression. Unexpectedly, this guy Hasegawa Ryosuke could sing and sang so well. It was so damn!

Better than yourself.

Better than yourself.

More money than yourself.

This person must not be kept. If the other party is attracted by the noble girls in Tokyo, he will definitely be a powerful enemy. In the Shanghai consulate, no, in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, such an excellent man is not allowed to exist.

"Guru~"

But the sudden loud noise in his belly interrupted his thoughts. In the dark, Takaki Ioda's face turned red, and he coughed and covered up his disobedience. He looked at his watch and said seriously to the short eyeliner.

"You go buy some food and come back as soon as possible."

"Hayi."

The shorter man lowered his head and replied respectfully, his body did not move. He happily stretched out his hands and raised them high above his head, waiting for the other party's reward, and was considering how much money the Matsumoto son-in-law would give him.

This is an open and unspoken rule. If the superiors let the subordinates do things, they will always give more money to win people's hearts. As the other party's identity, they have to give dozens of yen, and he can leave at least half of it.

"Why haven't you left?"

But after waiting for a long time, the reward was not waiting, but he shouted. He blinked his eyes and his face was full of confusion. Why was the situation different from what I imagined? What went wrong?

There, Ioda Takaki saw his subordinates still sitting there stupidly, and then urged him, "Hurry up, I need food, go buy some Chinese fried bread. By the way, remember to ask the boss to send more seasonings."

oh?

The short guy understood that the other party was not going to give money. The dignified classmate didn't even pay for the money to buy food. Such superiors are worth following... No, I wanted to leave immediately.

However, Takaki Ioda was influenced by his father-in-law from the big capitalist. His skill in drawing cakes was perfect. When he realized that the atmosphere was not right, he immediately said to the shorter in a proud tone.

"When Hasegawa Ryosuke is driven away, I think you have the ability to take over as the secret agent chief, and you can live a luxurious life at that time. The Matsumoto family will not be stingy with money for loyal ministers.

But the premise is that you must know how to give and be grateful. How can a person who easily asks for benefits from the head of the family take on a great responsibility? He must be more focused and not be short-sighted."

Finally, Takaki Ioda learned from his father-in-law's appearance when he met his subordinates, and patted the other person's shoulders kindly. He looked confident and had the courage to plan and win a thousand miles.

At the same time, his other hand tightly held the wallet in his pocket, and he felt relieved. If the other party knew his true condition, he would probably have lost his only subordinate.

In fact, the short one doesn't believe in these beautiful imaginations. There is also a minister of the Intelligence Department, Iwai, there. It's not a deputy minister who will give orders, but what if this matter is done?

Wealth and honor are in danger.

The man no longer hesitated, and decisively opened the car door and walked out. After more than ten minutes, he brought back a piece of fried bread with paper bags. The two of them ate in the car and discussed the following plan.

After eating a bun in one bite, Takahito Izuda looked at the Japanese restaurant with a fierce look: "Hasai Ryosuke's funding must be a problem. For the sake of the security of the empire, you and I must prepare for long-term combat.

In the future, you will be responsible for the food. You will record the cost of spending. After the task is over, I will report to the Consul in person. Well, you can write more, and you will treat it as a reward for you."

His little abacus was very good, and he actually used the consulate's public funds to do his own business. It seems that the staff of the world's governments only have one thing in common, that is, they try their best to take advantage of the country.

"Hayi."

The shorter mood gradually recovered from peace. These small money was just an investment. No matter how many buns changed to the position of a section chief, it would not be a loss. If it didn't work, it would be considered as feeding the dog.

Ioda Takaki didn't know that his subordinates had changed his zodiac sign. He looked at Hasegawa Ryosuke and others who walked out of the hotel with their backs lit up. He swallowed the food in his mouth hard, pointed at the other party and said.

"Don't get too far away later. There are many vehicles at this time and it is easy to lose them. We have changed the license plate and are not afraid of them finding it. If someone discovers it, it's just a coincidence."

"I understand, Mr. Ioda."

The short one pursed his lips, and the two competitors happened to meet in such a large public concession. Who would believe that this was a coincidence? As the head of the special high school department, Hasea Ryosuke was not so easy to deal with.

Thinking of this, he started the car and did not drive out of the alley immediately. After confirming the target, he slowly followed him and followed him all the way to the door of a luxurious nightclub.

To be honest, he is really sour.

They are just having sex with others. They eat high-end dishes, they eat buns, they go to spend time and watch at the door. The treatment of the two can be described as very different.

"Baga."

The short man couldn't help but mutter, if Jin Jiang, the dead ghost who followed "Young Master Shen" in the drug case, would definitely hug him and cry with him. This gap is indeed frustrating and even despair.

The co-pilot Takaki Ioda pretended not to hear this. He thought about it for a while and felt that he could not just stay outside like this. Nightclubs are different from hotels. There are many people and eyes that require close monitoring.

He took out his fake beard and glasses from his pocket and started pretending in a hurry. There were many internal intelligence personnel from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs who had not performed missions, and Takaki Izuda was one of them.

After all, the son-in-law of the famous Matsumoto family gave birth to a child. If he was caught by the Chinese or other countries during the action, the nobles would have to put their faces on the common people.

"I'll go in and check the situation. Stay in the car and don't walk around. Be ready to pick me up and leave at any time. If I don't come out, you can immediately report to Consul Shizhu Kataro's current situation."

Ioda Takaki said a word and walked to the nightclub door without looking back, pushing open the heavy door. The singing and dancing inside and the graceful girls immediately surrounded him.

"Sir, what do you need."

"Wine and women."

While searching for Hasegawa Ryosuke under the dim light, Mr. Zuiko said to the waiter who came to ask, and then said mysteriously: "Can you issue an invoice?"

"Of course, come with me."

The waiter was knowledgeable and took him to the corner with a wink. Soon two beautiful cheongsam women sat down on both sides. Takaki Izuda's eyes were straightened and he murmured to himself.

“Yo Xi~”

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Chapter completed!