Click, the fried golden tempura was chewed and crunched.

Matsui Jiro swallowed the food and took a sip of the sweet and sour plum wine. During the dinner, there were dancing geishas and musicians serving him alone.

He likes Shanghai, a place called the "Magic City" by his compatriots.

This city is filled with gold, and the weak government has turned this city into a paradise for adventurers. As long as you have the ability, you can get everything you want.

There is no difference between night and day here, and there is no clear sense of the alternation between today and tomorrow. The rich and powerful begin to receive guests at 12:00 in the middle of the night. The chief writer of the newspaper goes to work at 11:00 at night. The banquet must be

It will last until early morning, which is the so-called long night feast. Countless women wander around at night and have fun at any time.

The level of entertainment in Asakusa cannot be compared with Shanghai.

"Boss, the tickets are booked for three days..."

Matsui Jiro's good mood came to an abrupt end when the voice of his subordinates sounded behind him.

He waved his hand with an unkind expression, and the performers immediately withdrew silently and respectfully, leaving only the subordinate kneeling behind him fearfully.

In recent days, there were many newspapers piled on the table in his study room, and none of them contained reports on people from all walks of life calling for severe punishment of the train murder case and putting pressure on the Eastern Military Headquarters.

Although the men he sent had done everything very well, the risky behavior at the cusp of the storm still caused an uproar. Matsui had already expected this. In his opinion, this group of incompetent Chinese people would at most have a negative impact on public opinion.

Even if you yell a lot, they won't dare to pursue it even if you do something rough.

Their warships are parked in the Huangpu River! And the imperial planes can drop bombs on any corner of Shanghai at any time!

However, Matsui Jiro's prediction went awry this time.

First, he underestimated the determination and anger of his enemy; second, he overestimated the character of those behind him.

Matsui was an extremely astute person when it came to danger. He felt something amiss from the overwhelming newspaper reports and the order from above to "stand still". Then, he quickly understood...it turned out that he was being

The "knife" that is so easy to use in the special high school has long been regarded as an existence that can be discarded at any time.

The reason for agreeing to him to carry out the plan to assassinate Fu Chengshan was not because he valued him or trusted his ability, but because he had planned it. If everything went well, he would reap the benefits. If something went wrong and the situation would be turbulent, everyone would be in an uproar.

Then throw him out as the little "suppressor" leader, and arrange for him to commit suicide by caesarean section, so as to clear his relationship with the special high school!

Matsui Jiro squeezed the wine glass tightly, and the veins on his forehead were slightly raised. He had to admit that if the Extra-High School chose to abandon him, everything he had today would cease to exist.

At this time, Matsui Jiro chose to escape.

He wants to leave Shanghai, leave this amusement park, and return to his slightly boring but safe hometown. Only in this way can he escape from the precarious situation.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, his subordinates asked, "Boss, do we really want to leave?"

A trace of violence flashed in Matsui Jiro's eyes. He picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, saying gloomily, "We will come back. But... by that time, the entire Shanghai should be filled with imperial flags."

"Yes!" His subordinates were excited by his words, "Long live the Emperor, that day will come soon!"

Matsui Jiro was also encouraged by his words, and his mood improved again. He picked up a piece of sashimi and said, "Before we leave, there is one more thing."

"Please give me your orders, boss!"

"I found the last prey." Matsui looked at the tender and bright red fish meat at his mouth, then wrapped it in dripping sauce and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it intoxicatedly.

…

At night, candlelight dances.

In quiet nights, red and green electric lights are on in some western-style buildings facing the street, and sad music floats out from there. They are probably white Russian girls wandering around and singing. The songs are melodious, floating into the city from the cold air of the silent night.

over the sky.

"...I asked Winter, and Winter seemed to be asking me: What are you struggling with in this snow dust..."

Under the tip of the pen, strong and powerful fonts fell on the manuscript paper. Then the pen paused and did not write for a long time. Then the paper was crumpled into a ball and thrown into a trash can full of scrap manuscripts.

Gu Shiming took a new piece of manuscript paper and pondered for a long time, but still had no inspiration to write.

The newly appointed university professor moved to a hotel near the racecourse a while ago. Because he has been busy with business recently, it is very inconvenient to frequently come in and out of the concession, and there are more and more refugees and robbers in Nanshi.

The thieves were becoming more and more rampant, and the security situation was really worrying, so he moved into the concession carrying a few old clothes and a pile of tattered books.

Although the house was less than a foot or a few feet high and looked very cramped after being filled with old books, Gu Shiming didn't think it was a big deal.

Now with his royalties, he naturally has enough money to buy a clean and beautiful apartment, but he feels that having a shelter from the wind and rain is convenient enough, and there is no need to waste money on such trivial matters as food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Little things, yes.

Ever since Bai Qianyu joined the team with just a few words at that small noodle stall, he had watched this magical Miss Bai build a career from scratch, becoming a foreigner, a businessman, an official, both black and white.

Tao...and him, a poor scholar, were all tied together by her, and then, she easily and skillfully accomplished something that most people in the world could see but could do nothing about.

As an eyewitness, participant and final implementer of Bai Qianyu's plan, Gu Shiming now feels that what he used to think of saying something passionate about the country, or going out to the streets to cheer up, is really a bit too childish.

Gu Shiming thought that he was already quite a pragmatic person. After all, only by understanding the various conditions of the world could he write penetrating words. However, regarding the bloody reality, those who died on the streets and those who died on the front line every day,

But he was helpless.

As for his "partner", he obviously lives in a western-style house, drives a car, has a cabinet of beautiful dresses and a cabinet of expensive red wine, and lives a very happy life, without any concern for the country and the people.

But what she did was related to people's livelihood and thousands of life and death matters.

Really big deal.

In Gu Shiming's eyes, Bai Qianyu seemed to only have two things in mind when doing things: numbers, and "relationships."

The first thing, in her words, is "data analysis" - when she passed the "plan" that Gu Shiming handed over to a certain tycoon, it clearly listed how much it costs you, how much you earn, and how much we

How will the costs and benefits change after cooperation, and what percentage increase can be obtained... With the addition of a line chart, few people can resist the temptation of the rising arrow.

Those shrewd and cunning bosses couldn't resist these seemingly convincing charts, so they made some calculations in their own minds and found that it was indeed what they said. "Cooperating" might not necessarily make much money, but how?

You won't lose money, and you can make a lot of good friends... Then this business can be done.

When Gu Shiming was already amazed, Bai Qianyu was still dissatisfied with herself, muttering something like "big data" and "no analysts", which she didn't quite understand. But later on, the relationship between the two gradually became familiar, and she casually chatted with him one time.

Talking about it, it looks like a lot

The data that came to be accurate to the decimal point were all compiled - she said confidently: because many price surveys or population statistics were from many years ago, in her opinion, they are no longer useful, but in this era, there are a lot of them everywhere.

It's a confusing account that not many people can understand.

As for the second thing, Gu Shiming could only shake his head and sigh.

As the saying goes, "people decide what to do and what to do depends on heaven" or "do your best and obey the destiny of heaven", but Bai Qianyu seems to have never had this concept.

Sometimes when he encounters a problem or things are not going well, Gu Shiming is ready to give up, but Bai Qianyu will calmly say: Oh, the relationship is not smoothed out enough, I will find someone to take care of it. It still doesn't work.

?Then go negotiate with this company’s mortal enemy, let them know, wait until they get anxious, and then take the opportunity to raise the price.

Usually, under her offensive, those matters that are stuck at the bottleneck can usually move forward smoothly.

However, if you ask her how she accomplished this, she will most likely say nonchalantly, "There are certain things about giving gifts," which gives off a very suspicious air.

Anyway, according to his partner, there is nothing that cannot be solved. Failure to do things is simply due to the wrong method and insufficient ability.

Chinese people attach great importance to "Tao" and underestimate "Skills". This has been a long-standing disadvantage for thousands of years. The official who has lived in poverty for ten years does not know anything. He writes poems and articles, and finds a few fans to sing and sing in his spare time, and really does things.

But it is

It is difficult for a petty official or a craftsman to wait for the chance to be educated. Even today, it is difficult to escape this shackles. There are always plenty of liberal arts majors in universities, but there are only a handful of people studying science. This is evident from the trend.

Gu Shiming, like today's young people, believed that our young people should use their pens as swords to inspire enlightenment or find out the reasons why the country is weak. As for the Western "Mr. Sai" (science), it would be fine. However, it was not until

It was only when he and Bai Qianyu worked together that he discovered that it was also a very powerful thing to bring "skills" to the extreme.

His thoughts drifted away unconsciously, until the candle made a soft sound, Gu Shiming woke up as if from a dream. Looking at the blank manuscript paper, he suddenly laughed to himself and whispered, "The poor people in the world will be happy..."

Until now, his attitude toward Bai Qianyu was nothing but respect and admiration. However, the only problem was that this "one who achieved great things" seemed a bit too plain.

Regardless of other things, just the joint relief work with the Red Cross Society has infinite merit and countless lives, and it was promoted by one's own efforts. It can almost be regarded as a figure like "Ten Thousands of Buddhists Live Buddha"

.But such a person has no consciousness of doing such a big thing.

At this moment, a woman's voice sounded from downstairs.

"Gu Xisang (Mr. Gu), please call."

Gu Shiming quickly stood up, took a coat and hurried downstairs. He thanked the boss who came to inform him, walked into the teahouse not far away, went around the counter and answered the phone.

"Lao Gu, I suddenly remembered something." Bai Qianyu's voice came from the other side of the receiver, "I have something to do recently and may not be at home. If anything happens, come back to me in three or four days."

"Okay." Gu Shiming said, "...is there any more?"

He knew that Bai Qianyu was "impatient". Ever since he learned that there was a phone downstairs in his house, he would often have to talk on the phone once to say three or five unimportant words - he paid by the time he used the phone, and the teahouse proprietress was very happy.

Every time, he was asked diligently to come down and answer the phone. If Gu Shiming was not at home and missed the call, he was urged to call back.

There was silence on the other side of the receiver for a moment, "Also, you have been working very hard during this period. If Johnson really can't negotiate the deal, forget it."

"That's not what you said last time." Gu Shiming said amusedly, "Last time, you said you would pry open this Yankee's warehouse no matter life or death."

"Actually, it's not very important whether you can buy those planes." Bai Qianyu said softly, "You have been helping me to take care of these mundane affairs. If it affects your... literary creation, I will be very sorry.

."

"There are not so many rules and regulations between elegance and vulgarity. I feel that what I am doing now is much more elegant than writing poetry." His voice was as gentle and soothing as the spring breeze, "Have you encountered any problems?

?I seem to hear that you are shrinking from what you just said. If you want, you can talk to me."

"Are all you poets so sensitive?" Bai Qianyu said, "It's boring, I'm dead."
To be continued...