mtl008 Chapter 58 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 32
Chapter 58 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 32
Yu Zhengyang had just interviewed a political figure that day and was currently showing off his resume to the woman he had just met when he heard those words that disgusted him.
For this man who idolized everything Western, hearing Zhao's words was no different from digging up his ancestral graves.
He immediately stood up angrily, becoming the only odd one out after everyone else had retreated.
"Hmm?" Wen Zhao narrowed his eyes and strode over.
"Good lad, I've found you."
He sent the patrol officers over to ask, and it turned out that a reporter from a pro-Japanese newspaper had given them the photos. When he found the person who took the photos, that person immediately identified Yu Zhengyang.
"He said he'd ruin your reputation even if it cost him nothing!" The old man who was pushing Yu Zhengyang out to take the blame was now acting like a master chef of local cuisine, putting him on the hot seat.
Because of the operation planned for the night, Wen Zhao temporarily put aside the toad that had jumped onto his foot.
But to his surprise, the guy jumped in front of him again.
What's wrong? Tired of living? Want to cut yourself in half?
"Young Master Wen... Young Master Wen!" Yu Zhengyang never expected it to be this country bumpkin. He didn't even have time to find a crack in the ground to hide in.
"What did you just say?" Wen Zhao grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, letting Yu Zhengyang smell the strong perfume on him, which was to cover up the smell of gunpowder.
Some smells are difficult to remove even after showering; they can only be masked with another smell.
Yu Zhengyang cursed, saying that nouveau riche don't know how to wear perfume and that it suffocates him.
Under Wen Zhao's pressure, he could only tremblingly raise his thumb and forcefully praise, "I say, Young Master Wen's insight is brilliant!"
"This is our Chinese territory, so of course we can eat however we want. No matter how strict the rules of the foreign devils are, they can't compare to the rules of our ancestors!"
"Young Master Wen's words were incisive and to the point; they truly expressed my thoughts!"
"From today onwards, I will only eat my steak well-done. If I don't use chopsticks, I'm not Chinese!"
After a flurry of flattery, Wen Zhao's expression improved considerably.
He put the man down, patted his wrinkled collar, and gave him a satisfied smile: "You're quite the talker."
Yu Zhengyang smiled ingratiatingly: "Young Master Wen, you are wise. This is all from the bottom of my heart!"
Wen Zhao grunted in response, then his expression changed drastically and he slapped him hard: "You bastard, how dare you say foreigners are bad? Who do you think you are?"
Yu Zhengyang was kicked under the table, groaning and clutching his stomach, staring in disbelief at the scoundrel who had turned on him.
If it weren't to agree with him, why would he say those things against his conscience?
He's a huge fan of foreigners!
"You're not convinced?" Wen Zhao squatted down and dragged the man out by his collar.
Looking down at the person who didn't even dare to show his anger, he said in a low voice, "You dare to take pictures of me and publish them in the newspaper if you're not satisfied?"
"If this happens again, I'll bury your whole family!"
Yu Zhengyang's eyes widened suddenly, and he swallowed back even his painful groan.
How could he know?
But Wen Zhao had no intention of explaining things to him. Instead, he laughed and stood up, cupping his hands in greeting to those around him: "It is I who have disturbed your enjoyment."
"In that case, this meal today is on Zhengyang's behalf, as a way for me to calm your nerves!"
After saying that, he kicked Yu Zhengyang: "Is it okay?"
How could Yu Zhengyang dare to say no? He didn't want to be thrown into the river to feed the fish.
After dealing with his wife's ex-fiancé, Wen Zhao strode over to Ling Yi, who was waiting gently, and took her hand: "Come on, let's go eat!"
Ling Yi gently brushed away the wrinkles on his clothes and said with a light scolding, "Why are you so angry? You've already made some wrinkles on the clothes I just made."
Yu Zhengyang watched the despicable couple walk away with eyes blazing with rage, kicking his feet in anger.
It's too much to bully others, it's too much to bully others!
The woman who had just been on a date with him, seeing his ferocious and rude appearance, quickly suppressed any pity that shouldn't have arisen in her heart, and hurriedly left with her small bag.
unlucky!
He just described himself as omnipotent, but now he's been slapped so hard his eyelids are rolling back and he doesn't even dare to fight back.
What a coward!
By the time Ling Yi ate her well-done steak, the dance hall had already been surrounded by Japanese people who had rushed over.
The heads of the Special Higher Police, the military, and the military police silently watched Ito's gruesome death, speechless for a moment.
Ito is of noble status; his mere virus research is just a hobby. His true identity is the younger brother of the head of the Ito family and one of the actual power holders of the Ito family.
This person was doing his research in Northeast China, and came to Shanghai at their invitation, but died so mysteriously.
These guys could already imagine how furious the headquarters would be.
Someone has to take the blame for this!
Despite having shields, Nakamura was hit by several bullets, and at this moment, his role in this major event suddenly became important.
Just moments before, Nakamura, who had been relieved to have escaped death, sensed the unusual atmosphere and pushed away the military doctor who came to help him: "Get out of my way!"
He didn't go to the hospital; he wanted to keep an eye on the progress of the case!
If he leaves the core investigation team, these guys might find a way to frame him!
Clutching the wound on his shoulder, Nakamura staggered to his superior's side and said guiltily, "I failed to protect Uncle. I will apologize to my family!"
These words seem like an admission of guilt, but the unspoken message is: I have connections in the Ito family, and my father-in-law is no pushover either. You think you can make me take the blame? Dream on!
His boss's face fell, and he said with a forced smile, "Nakamura-kun, shouldn't you go to the hospital to recover first?"
How can a son-in-law compare to an important member of the family?
If they can pinpoint Nakamura's crimes, they might be able to escape punishment.
Nakamura coughed twice and shook his head firmly: "How can I rest when the murderer who killed my uncle hasn't been found?"
He paused, then continued, "Just a few days ago, my uncle's messenger returned to the family with my gifts. Now, thinking back on all the joyful times we shared, Nakamura feels that everything has changed!"
At that moment, he began to express his gratitude to Wen Zhao and his wife for the generous gifts they had given him.
If he hadn't used that money to win over his wife and father-in-law beforehand, he might have become the scapegoat for these guys right now.
The three who understood his implication all turned pale at the same time. What a coincidence!
"Damn Chinese!" An awkward silence fell over the air for a moment. The Special Higher Police chief decided to blame the Chinese when things were inconclusive: "They must have done it!"
"Nakamura-kun, since you care about your elders, please take on the task of finding those damned rats!"
"Rest assured, we will fully cooperate with your actions to avenge Mr. Ito!"
If you don't want to take the blame for inadequate protection, then take the blame for inadequate investigation!
With so many problems, someone has to take the blame!