No matter how much you guess, the bombing of the Joint Research Institute is irreversible, but fortunately, there are no major casualties.
Zhou Weiguo didn't know about this, and after dawn the next day, he began to prepare for the New Year's celebration on the side of the Kwantung Army.
As a family member attending the celebration, he didn't really have much to prepare, but when he thought that the Japanese were still looking around with his portrait from last time, he thought it would be better to dress up a little.
"How" Zhou Weiguo asked Lian Ziwen next to him, "Does it feel very different?"
Lian Ziwen was surprised, "Indeed, the feeling is really different, your skills are really good." ” Zhou Weiguo smiled and praised his subordinates, "I have time to teach you." ” The venue for this celebration was in a theater not far from the headquarters of the Kwantung Army, with a stage and auditorium, and of course, as the prime minister of Manchukuo, Zhang Jinghui naturally went there.
And Liu Zhihui, now as the person next to Zhang Jinghui, and as the person who controls Zhang Jinghui, naturally wants to go, but Zhang Jinghui, the prime minister who has been hollowed out, is old after all, so he doesn't have to go too early.
Therefore, Liu Zhihui came to Zhou Weiguo first.
"It's not easy to learn even if you teach."
Hearing Zhou Weiguo say this, Liu Zhihui rolled his eyes, originally he also wanted to learn, but when it came to makeup, he had no interest.
Zhou Weiguo was helpless, for Liu Zhihui, he was more tolerant, and after thinking about it, now is also a special era, otherwise, in the future generations, a bunch of people will chase after other people's little fresh meat, which is not a strange thing.
"Alright."
"Brother" "Okay," Zhou Weiguo's face sank, "Today is the devil's New Year's celebration, and I have something to say." ” Liu Zhihui nodded, frowning slightly, "I found that Zhang Jinghui doesn't seem to be of any use to us. ” "Hmm" Zhou Weiguo frowned, "How do you say it?"
"These days, following Zhang Jinghui and discovering his power, how to say, is really completely hollow.
He doesn't even have to go to the office on weekdays.
Moreover, after the Japanese informed him of everything, he went out slowly to deal with it.
Is such a person really useful to us?"
Liu Zhihui said the doubts in his heart.
Zhou Weiguo sighed, "This is his way of survival, Zhang Jinghui is one of the warlords of the Feng family, although he is old, he still has a lot of prestige in these three eastern provinces."
The Japanese made him prime minister because of his prestige, and we are the same, and it is impossible to really rely on these people. ” "But I always feel that Zhang Jinghui doesn't really help us."
Liu Zhihui shook his head, "He can be described as a sugar-coated cannonball to me, which always reminds me of the image of a weasel." ” Zhou Weiguo smiled, "This is also his way of survival, at his age, can't you really see that the Japanese are just struggling, it just so happened that we threw an olive branch, and he just took it."
That's all. ” Liu Zhihui didn't refute at this time, "Okay, then we, do we need him to do anything?"
"Don't use it for the time being, it's cold now, it's really cold in the Northeast" Zhou Weiguo shook his head, "Let's talk about it when the weather warms up." ” looked out the window, even the snow hadn't melted yet, this day, it really made Zhou Weiguo feel a little uncomfortable.
The heavy snow a few days ago made him directly tell Liu Yuan that they would suspend their plans and wait for the weather to warm up before making plans.
Liu Zhihui sighed and sat down, "Days like this are always a little different from what I imagined. ” Zhou Weiguo smiled helplessly, "What do you think the work of a spy is?"
"It should be, it's thrilling, it's exciting."
"Okay, collect your heart, go back and continue to look at that Prime Minister Zhang, but in the same way, be careful not to expose yourself.
Let you, Premier Zhang, wear more clothes and eat more before leaving, maybe it will be very late today. ” "Very late" In a brightly lit theater, the outside is full of police and Japanese soldiers, and the atmosphere is serious.
Lian Ziwen parked the car, Zhou Weiguo helped Lian Lao get out of the car, and the three of them went towards the door together.
Lian Ziwen was holding an invitation card in his hand, which was a pass for this celebration.
Walked to the door and handed the invitation to the Japanese soldiers.
The Japanese soldier took it, looked at it carefully, returned the invitation to Lian Ziwen, and then signaled that the three of them could go in.
Once inside, another Japanese soldier led them to a small room next to them.
Zhou Weiguo frowned, this is to search his body, it seems, this celebration is really solemn and very cautious After the search, Lian Lao frowned slightly, but he didn't show it, glanced at Zhou Weiguo, turned his head, and walked in the direction of the auditorium.
After leaving the small room, even Lao also met some familiar people on the way and greeted each other.
"Old man, you're here" A voice came, Zhou Weiguo turned his head to look, but it was Zhang Jinghui, who also smiled helplessly, the name of these two old men "Hmph, you old immortal is here, of course I'm here too" Lian Lao snorted and walked forward on crutches.
Of course, Zhou Weiguo also saw Liu Zhihui beside Zhang Jinghui and nodded slightly.
"Okay, I won't talk to you, I'm old, I can't afford to stand" Zhang Jinghui said, glanced at Zhou Weiguo meaningfully, turned around, and walked forward.
Zhou Weiguo raised his eyebrows, people are old and fine, this word, as expected, is not wrong, just remind them that it will be a little later, these people seem to know that they will do things, hooked the corners of their mouths, this New Year's celebration, he will not let the Japanese carry out it so quietly, otherwise, would he really come to see the celebration of the Japanese Supporting Lian Lao, Zhou Weiguo also moved forward.
As the prime minister, Zhang Jinghui must be sitting in the front row, and the Emperor Puyi, who was overthrown, will also sit in the first row, and even the commander of the Kwantung Army, Umezu Mijiro, is the same.
It's just that he, the identity of a Manchu widow, can only sit in the back row.
Zhou Weiguo didn't mind.
In the last row, there is very little attention.
It would be more convenient for him to do something.
Sitting in his place, in the back row, Zhou Weiguo saw a lot of people wearing horse coats and long braids, and sighed slightly in his heart, this group of people is also a group of foolish and loyal people.
When Lian Lao came, many people stood up to greet him, and Lian Lao only nodded slightly, and sat down in his place, closed his eyes, put his hands on crutches, and recuperated.
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Lian Ziwen and Zhou Weiguo sat down next to Lian Lao on the left and right.
Zhou Weiguo looked around, then looked at the stage dozens of meters away, and raised his eyebrows slightly, this stage is not big, and this so-called auditorium is not big, but the Japanese and Chinese characters hanging on it make Zhou Weiguo feel the importance of the Japanese
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