night.

The light shone through the light yellow gauze, reflecting a contemplative face on the sofa seat. The soft light hits the dark face with hard lines, and the wrinkles appear a little lighter, missing a few. But the pair of tight eyebrows and flickering eyes add a bit of old look that is too deep to think.

"Teacher, I've checked it, it's not ours."

The one who spoke was a young man who was straight as a sword on the chair opposite. Under his eyebrows that flew into his temples, his eyes drooped slightly, and his sharp eyes as sharp as a blade were deeply obscured.

"That's good. Your Majesty has already taken action. We can't cause trouble here." The old man said, "That bureau is probably not a solid piece of mind. This matter seems to be somewhat meaningful."

"There is someone behind Zhang Chunlai." The young man said decisively, "There must be someone who informed him, and the level is not low. If there is no problem in the bureau, it is the Secretariat. No matter where someone is involved, it is not a bad thing for us."

"It's good that our people are not involved. It's not enough to control their hands and mouths, but also to control their brains. Anyone who dares to do things indiscriminately must be solved mercilessly." The old man snorted coldly, "As long as we stand firmly, who can move us? There is no country now that is as stable as Mount Tai than us."

The young man nodded for a moment in silence: "Yes."

"You are still a little unwilling to give up." The old man stared at him and said seriously, "You still haven't given up."

The young man raised his head and said sincerely and seriously again: "Yes."

The old man looked at him quietly, showing a little appreciation, but sighed with regret.

"You have to learn to endure." The old man's tone was particularly solemn, "With such a sky on our heads, we must learn to endure, and become a habit. Back then, he died and I was still alive because he was not able to endure. Ma Jiang could not endure, so he was not only dead, but also had a stinking stinking for a hundred years. Leng Qiu could not endure, so he would not be able to be glorious for long. If you don't want to be like them and don't want us to be like those people back then, you must truly know how to endure. When you learn this, I can let you do things."

A light flashed in the young man's eyes, and he nodded gently.

"To do big things, you must know how to abandon and give up. If you don't abandon or give up, it will always be a small pattern of small people. You can only achieve a little success in your life and you cannot win the world." The old man said calmly, "If you want to give up, you will gain only if you give up. Heilongjiang is just a corner in this game of chess. We gave up it to win the overall game. If you want everything and don't want to give up anything, then we will definitely lose this game of chess."

"Don't touch that child." The old man said firmly, "No matter who did this, we don't need to use it or imitate it. As long as we take our own steps, we will definitely win this country. Don't do things that are strange."

Looking at the young man who nodded respectfully, the old man felt a little regretful. No matter who took the action, how good would it be if he really killed that child?

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"This gift is very big."

Tokyo, Japan.

The 26-year-old leader of the Xingya Association, Uchida Ryohei, said a little angrily and put down the wine glass. He looked at a middle-aged man next to him who was calm and ate delicious food without anyone else, and frowned: "Mr. Akashi, do you have nothing to say about this?"

Akishi Motojiro raised his head indifferently, looked at the king of ronin, wiped his mouth, and said a little vaguely: "What are you afraid of... I will make money back with capital and profits. This time, the Chinese people fulfill their wish, but one day in the future they will know how much they are wrong."

"Your Excellency Akashi, it's probably not your final decision to make money or not." Uchida Ryohei said with a sarcasm, as if he no longer wanted to hide his anger. "Since the second part of the book has already made arrangements, why not notify the Chuihui? He quietly sold the Chuihui's thread that Chui had worked hard to develop in Qiqihar to the Chinese people. There should be an explanation for this matter, right?"

Uchida Ryohei's voice was slightly raised: "Although the despised patriots have long been determined to serve the country for seven years, I can be the leader of Shi Tian, ​​so I should know why."

Akishi Motojiro's expression became a little serious: "Uchida Jun is related to the great cause of the empire's conquest. It's not intentionally concealed, it's really important."

Uchida Ryohei said with some anger: "The great cause of the conquest is also a matter of destiny for many years. To this day, shouldn't we unite and plan big things together? If the army has no sincerity, destiny for 100,000 destiny for destiny!"

Akashi Motojiro looked at the Japanese radical community giant silently, feeling the unconcealed anger from his slender eyes, and then glanced at Toyamaman who was drinking silently beside him, and Soba Kotaro, the minister of the Third Division of the Navy Command, who was seriously looking at his Navy Command. He knew that Uchida Ryohei's attack today not only represented the radical ronin of the young and strong faction, but also represented the older generation of civil forces led by Toyamaman, as well as many chaebols and even some officials. As for the Navy... he still wanted to see the Army's jokes as always.

He thought silently for a while and finally said solemnly: "This time I didn't inform you in advance, please forgive me."

He stood up and bowed deeply, and when he sat down, he was already full of seriousness: "However, I don't regret it."

Uchida Ryohei's face turned slightly white, but he just bit his lips and stared at Akishi Motojiro.

"Frankly speaking, I can't believe in you." Akashi Motojiro said extremely seriously. "Based on some information obtained by the army, your association may have been infiltrated by the China General Intelligence Bureau. Not only are some of the intelligence officers you have developed who are spies from the China National Intelligence Bureau, but even within you, there are also people from the my country National Intelligence Bureau among your citizens. So I can't take risks."

Uchida Ryohei's face changed and he stared at Akishi Motojiro: "Akishi, do you know what you say means?"

Akashi Motojiro nodded and clapped his hands calmly. As soon as the door opened, an army major walked in with a stack of materials.

"Look, Uchida Jun." Akishi Motojiro said lightly, "The infiltration of the Chinese people is everywhere. The army cannot be completely spared. Fortunately... If you cannot clear these hidden dangers as soon as possible, you may have to act alone in the future."

Uchida Ryohei's hand tightly clamped his knees, staring at the material intently, his face was a little gloomy and unstable. Tooyama, who was next to him, coughed lightly, got up and took it for a few glances, showed a look of shock on his face, and handed it back to Uchida Ryohei, and said seriously: "Uchida, let's take a look."

Uchida Ryohei looked at the senior who founded the Qianyang Society with his uncle and helped him form Xingya Society. He looked at the teacher and the elder, and confirmed something from the other party's eyes. His eyes gradually calmed down, nodded, took the materials, and read them carefully.

"It's all speculation." After a while, Uchida Ryohei put down the materials and his face was calm. "Many people are very important cadres. I need evidence."

"I can't do anything about this." Akashi Motojiro spread his hands, "The information we can obtain is limited after all, and this material is only for your reference."

"How can we be convinced without evidence?" Uchida Ryohei stared at Akishi Motojiro, "Is the despicable life so worthless? So much has to be sacrificed for some false things?"

"I said, this is just for your reference." Akashi Motojiro said with a smile, "However, the information of your association has been leaked once or twice. I would rather believe in some things than believe in them. These people have the motivation to betray the empire and have the ability to leak information. Even if you have not betrayed, you cannot guarantee that they will not betray them in the future. The network of your association in Heilongjiang has collapsed so thoroughly this time, probably not a problem that I can't notify? This involves the personnel in Heilongjiang, you can dig it out."

"This is my own business." Uchida Ryohei said slightly, "You will not worry about the general."

"If it affects the great cause of the sacrificial affairs, then I have no choice but to pay." Akishi Motojiro said coldly, his usually sloppy and lazy expression disappeared in an instant, and his eyes emitted a sharp light. "I still said the same thing. I have given you an explanation to you, but you have to give the empire an explanation. At this time, it doesn't matter if you kill the wrong person, and leaving hidden dangers is deadly."

"We will carefully study this material, thank you for your help." Toyama Man, who was standing beside him, looked at the silent Ryohei Uchida, and knew that this arrogant young man was actually just not able to go down the stairs. "I will definitely investigate carefully and will never miss the great cause of the empire's conquest."

"That's good." Akishi Motojiro looked at the older generation of ronin king who was holding Uchida's superior with one hand and nodded in appreciation, "Then please Takayama-kun and Uchida-kun."

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Beijing. General Information Bureau. Exclusive hospital.

Ge Shaojie sat in front of the hospital bed and quietly looked at the man on the bed.

Xiao Feng smiled at the friend: "Zhan Xiang, I'm fine. I know this disease myself. It's been more than ten years and nothing big has happened. The doctor said that I can go back after resting."

Ge Shaojie felt a little sad, but there was only a faint smile on his face: "Jinzhuo, you have worked hard for so many years, and this time I got the opportunity, it's better to take a good rest. Look, I'm so light now that I'm so happy like a god. It's strange to say that I'm busy every day in class, and my body seems to be not my own. When I was free, I felt that my body was not someone else's. I figured it out that everything is outside the body, and this body is the real one."

Xiao Feng smiled meaningfully at him: "Zhan Xiang, do you want to say this in front of me?"

Ge Shaojie's face remained unchanged and handed over the cut apple in his hand: "It's fresh from the greenhouse."

Xiao Feng took it with a smile, Meimei took a few bites, and said vaguely: "Are the director going to get angry recently? I'm sick, Zhang Chunlai died, Director Ding took the melon, you were suspended again, but everything happened again..."

"Didn't get angry." Ge Shaojie shook his head, and there was a smile on his lips, "But it's even better than being angry. Now the director inspects himself every night, and no one can leave until 10 o'clock. The attendance and progress review have become stricter. Recently, many kids have been fined and borrowed everywhere. You didn't see it, the director is not crazy, but everyone else in the bureau is almost crazy."

"It's time to take good care of it." Xiao Feng smiled, "Over the years, the bureau has become more and more like the masters of the yamen. The director has been too indulgent over the years, and it's a good thing to take care of it this time."

Ge Shaojie just smiled.

Xiao Feng stared at Ge Shaojie for a long time, with a strange expression on his face: "Zhan Xiang, do you have to tell me?"

Ge Shaojie's face froze. Unexpectedly, the news of this person being in the hospital was still so well-informed, so he had to smile bitterly: "I can't hide anything from you... The director has notified me that he will be officially reinstated soon."

Xiao Feng sighed leisurely: "Zhan Xiang, I have to accept you. Only you can do this. Use the Heilongjiang incident, pretend to be Ma Jiang's alliance in the government, use the information of the Japanese intelligence network to exchange for the trust of the Japanese, and then send a fake list to them to clean up. The wonderful thing is that these people have motives for betrayal and betrayal. Now, the Japanese are seriously injured, especially the Xingya Society... The surviving spies in the Japanese army can no longer stay there, and they will be useless people after returning to the country. What are you going to do next? Take out their network in Beijing and destroy the plot to assassinate His Majesty?"

"Jinzhuo, this matter has always been recognized by His Majesty. I was just ordered to do it." Ge Shaojie shook his head, "I don't know the plan later."

Xiao Feng looked at him and just smiled.

Ge Shaojie put down the fruit knife in his hand and looked forward: "I will take over the assassination case of the prince when I go back this time. I think there is someone behind Zhang Chunlai, and I want to hear your opinion."

"Of course there are people." Xiao Feng stared at him, "and he must be of extraordinary status."

Ge Shaojie looked at the other person in a while, and smiled after a while: "Do you doubt me?"

"This is what I want to say." Xiao Feng said calmly, "I used to doubt you, but now, I prefer to think it's not you."

Ge Shaojie was stunned: "Why?"

"Because I believe more in Your Majesty and the Director. Since they asked you to accept this case, you should not be the one behind it." Xiao Feng said seriously, "And I don't think you are such a person."

"What kind of person?"

"A man who sells his country and seeks glory."

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It's late at night and people are quiet.

Japan, Tokyo, General Staff Headquarters.

"Director, since you know this is the Chinese people's plan, why do you still need to..."

Akishi Motojiro smiled: "Kanda, Sun Tzu's Art of War and Romance of the Three Kingdoms cannot be memorized by memorizing it. The Chinese military god Yue Fei once said that the art of war is the best use of one mind. If you think about it carefully, you should understand what I mean."

Kanda Zesan frowned and thought for a while, his eyes finally lit up.

"Director, what do you mean is... to follow the flow and drive the tiger and swallow the wolf?"

Akishi Motojiro nodded with a smile.

"Don't he want credit? Isn't he going to get rid of the influence of the assassination and Ma Jiang's case? I'll give it to him." As if no one was around, he put his hand into the clothes on the back of his neck, rubbed it hard for a few times, rubbed it, threw the mud balls into the floor, and took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands. The subordinates who were used to seeing the sloppy behavior of the major general just listened attentively, "Since he was standing opposite the emperor, he was our friend rather than an enemy. The people from the Xingya Society had originally had the motivation to rebel, so what's wrong with clearing it out in advance? Besides, these roninists have always been arrogant and domineering, and they ruined the military's affairs in the Sino-Japanese War of 1894. Now if they don't take this opportunity to kill them, they may not cause any trouble this time."

"You have to remember that all the power of the empire must be under the control of His Majesty the Emperor and our army, otherwise there will be no talk of fighting against China." Akashi Motojiro patted his shaved head, "The situation in China is like a house built with building blocks, which seems spectacular, but as soon as the key support is over, the whole building will be scattered. Now that the emperor is old, he is no longer able to do it alone, and he will pull the child over to help him share the pressure. Since that is the case, we will destroy this support and destroy their balance!"

Kanda Zawazo nodded admiringly.

"This boss, China, is already a slow and heavy antique as dinosaurs. After closing the door, I fought for thousands of years, but I have changed the soup and not the medicine." Akashi Motojiro took a sip of sake, stood up, and looked at the bright moon outside the window, a kind of fanaticism faintly appeared on his face. "The current rebirth is just a prelude to fighting with the same room. I have a feeling... I am afraid that they will be the one who defeated the Chinese people in the end."
Chapter completed!