January 28, 1924, AD 2765, Osaka, Japan.
The north wind is biting, lead-gray clouds are galloping in the sky, the cold current is rolling, and a heavy snow is brewing.
It was just after three o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun had already put away its faint light and hid in the clouds as thick as cotton, and everything was gloomy.
The winter in Japan is extremely cold this year, and today is the coldest.
The temperature before it snows is the coldest.
The bustling streets suddenly became quiet.
There were fewer pedestrians, and most people hid in their houses.
Ice crystals like stalactites hung from the eaves on both sides of the street, and the glass windows were covered with ice crystal flowers.
The trees on both sides of the street were left with only bare branches.
The big trees were swaying in the cold wind, and the branches were whipping in the air like wildly dancing whips.
The cold wind roared, pricking the skin of pedestrians like needles.
The pedestrians who were still on the street had no choice but to button up their winter coats tightly, put their hands in their pockets, shrink their necks, and walk quickly.
They all involuntarily quickened their pace, There is a five-story hotel called "Dodaho" on the roadside at the intersection.
Originally, due to the impact of the Great Kanto Earthquake and the weakening of Japan's economy, the business of this hotel has not been very good in the past few months.
But for some reason, business has suddenly picked up in the past few days, and all the rooms on the fifth and fourth floors are full.
"Dyoho" is a high-end hotel with a three-star rating according to Japan's own rating standards.
Since the American Zenith Star Group developed the star rating system for the hotel industry in 1910 and implemented it in the United States, the whole world has begun to follow suit.
However, the current standards are not unified.
At most, industry associations in various countries have formulated their own standards, and they all speak for themselves.
However, according to general evaluation, France and Italy have the highest standards and belong to the first level.
Countries such as the United Kingdom, China, and the United States are next and belong to the second tier.
The standard in Japan is relatively low, considered the third level.
A three-star hotel in Japan is roughly equivalent to a two-star hotel in the second category, or a one-star hotel in France or Italy.
In a room on the fifth floor facing the street, a man looked at the facilities in the room and said disdainfully: "Huh, there is only one black and white TV with a 36 cm screen, and there is no tape projector.
This can be called a three-dimensional TV."
Star" This person has a relatively tall figure among Japanese people and has a faint scar on the corner of his right eye.
He rambled on and picked out a lot of the hotel's faults: "This can be called a three-star hotel.
Our standards in Japan are really too low."
Several other people in the room looked at each other in shock.
They all felt that this guy's requirements were too high.
Three-star hotels here in Japan are already very good, okay?
There are only seven or eight three-star or above hotels in Osaka.
One of the middle-aged men couldn't stand listening anymore and said dissatisfiedly: "Matsushima, this is Japan, not Europe.
I'm not here for you to have fun this time."
"Okay, okay, so is the information about the target accurate and when will preparations start?"
Matsushima said disapprovingly.
The middle-aged man pointed to the map on the table and said: "According to our observations, the target's actions during this period have been very regular.
He comes to this building every afternoon to promote those rebellious ideas to those damn cheap Africans.
This guy is getting more and more...
The more arrogant they are, so the sooner the better, today is best."
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth.
He originally wanted to say "untouchables", but suddenly thought that there were some nobles and even people from the royal family among that group of people.
He changed his name to "non-national".
The middle-aged man continued: "Every afternoon he will give lectures for three to four hours.
He will leave here around seven o'clock and return to the Japan Scientific Research Society."
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The location he pointed to was diagonally opposite the "Dyoho" Hotel.
The inconspicuous apartment building is a paper mill property and was recently rented by the Japan Scientific Research Society for classes.
Songdao walked to the window, looked at the other side, raised his thumb, and visually measured the distance.
"The distance from here to the door over there is 255 meters," the middle-aged man said next to him.
"Haha, Yamada-san, you are well prepared."
Matsushima nodded with a smile and said: "Looking at this, it seems that only this place is the most suitable.
The Japan Scientific Research Society is their home base, and there are no suitable places around.
In this place, this guy takes a car when he goes out.
Hmm, his car is also a bulletproof car, so it’s not easy to do anything on the road. " "Yes, that car is a Chinese BMW bulletproof car.
We have done experiments and found that it is difficult for heavy machine guns to penetrate even the chassis.
And according to our intelligence, their car is said to be specially made in China.
It is estimated that the defense power will be Stronger,” said another.
The middle-aged man nodded: "Well, it's up to you to decide.
Anyway, I just want the results."
The middle-aged man stood up and said: "This floor and the next floor have been occupied by our people with different identities.
The retreating vehicles are at the back door."
"The remaining fifty thousand US dollars will be deposited into your French account after the matter is completed."
The middle-aged man put on his hat and said before going out: "I don't want any accidents to happen, let alone hear about this matter.
Please remember that although you now have French citizenship, our power is irresistible to you."
Matsushima smiled disapprovingly, shrugged and said: "Keeping customer confidentiality is the professional ethics of our industry, Yamada-san, you can rest assured."
After Yamada and the others went downstairs, a follower-looking man couldn't help but said: "Section Chief, these guys are not reliable at all."
"Of course I know these mercenaries are unreliable, but we must not be implicated in this matter, so we can only let these people who have nothing to do with us handle it."
Yamada sneered: "I am not just using them to get ahead, we There is also a backup plan.”
After that, they got into a car and left.
In the room upstairs, Songdao was also discussing with several companions.
These people now belong to a mercenary group.
They fought in France during World War I and got involved with a group of French guys.
After returning to China after the war, they were not resettled and their lives were not stable.
They almost starved to death.
Matsushima is a quick-thinking person, unlike the Japanese who are single-minded.
In desperation, he found connections in France and wanted to work abroad.
At that time, France happened to be suppressing the colonies and needed a lot of cannon fodder, so the Songdao group joined the French Foreign Legion through connections to suppress black sorghum in Africa.
After they retired from the Foreign Legion the year before last, they obtained French citizenship, and then they established their own mercenary organization.
This group of people are all veterans of many battles, with rich combat experience and excellent military skills.
They have become famous in the European mercenary circle in the past two years.
This time they were approached by people from Japan and given a large order of 100,000 US dollars.
The content of the order was to kill one person.
These people are crazy poor.
As long as their employers give them money, they can do anything from bodyguards to killers, white or black.
Killing someone is nothing.
Besides, this time the employer is extremely powerful.
Although they have moved to France, they are still in the country.
They also have relatives and friends, and as an employer, if you really want to deal with them, there is no use staying in France.
So no matter what aspect, they cannot refuse, and they dare not refuse.
"Boss, do you really want to vote for this?
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I think what that person said is very reasonable.
Japan needs to change."
A young man asked with some unbearability.
Although he has become French, he still has great feelings for Japan.
He also sees the mess in Japan now and wishes he could not change it.
Another person quickly said: "Fujii, you are stupid.
Of course, if you do this, you will have to pay one hundred thousand US dollars, which is equivalent to 520,000 francs.
This is our biggest business.
If Japan changes, it will do nothing to us."
We are French now” Matsushima took out the parts of a sniper rifle from a suitcase and began to assemble it.
He said without raising his head: "Fujii, if we don't make a move, we won't even be able to get out of Osaka.
You know our Who are the employers?
They are the largest chaebols in Japan.
I guess some of them even have royal and Chinese backgrounds."
"We should not have agreed then" "In Japan, whoever they want to die will die.
Do you think they will stop if we don't agree?
That person will still die.
He is already dead anyway, so why not let us make money?
Besides, , now that they are here, if we refuse, we will end up like that person.
France will not fall out with them because of us little pawns. " At this time, a lecture was being held in the apartment they were monitoring in Songdao.
Bei Yihui was talking eloquently on the podium, and hundreds of students were listening carefully below.
He drew a table on the blackboard, filled in various figures, and said to the audience: "Please take a look, this is the price index before and after the war and the disposable income index of all classes."
The content of the table is very intuitive.
It gives examples of the disposable income index of the bottom class such as farmers and workers, the middle class such as doctors and intellectuals, and the high-level dignitaries from 1910 to the present, as well as the price index over the years.
"We can see from this table that Japan's current price index has increased three times compared to before the war.
However, the income of the workers and peasants, who account for more than 80% of the population, has only increased by less than half, and the income of the middle-income group has increased four times.
However, the income of high-level dignitaries has increased 23 times.”
Bei Yihui explained seriously on the podium.
He used the simplest and most understandable language to describe these social and economic issues, plus many intuitive charts, so even people with a little bit of education can understand it.
Understand.
After Bei Yihui's explanation, the students really understood why they feel that their quality of life is getting worse and worse now that they are making more money.
Because price increases are never all raised at once, each time the prices increase only for a part of the commodities.
Everyone needs different goods, and it is impossible to pay attention to the prices of all goods.
As a result, everyone's overall feeling about the price increase is the same, but the degree of impact of the price increase is different, and they cannot feel the details of the price increase.
The students below were all listening attentively, and many were taking notes carefully.
Some of them, who were financially well-off, felt that taking notes was not powerful enough, so they used a tape recorder.
Some of the richest students even used cameras to record the entire class.
Next to Bei Yihui's podium, there were more than twenty tape recorders of various brands, and there were also several cameras in the back row.
An hour later, Bei Yihui closed the handout and said, "Everyone, that's it for today's class. get out of class is over now."
"Thank you Mr.
Bei for your selfless guidance."
All the students stood up, bowed to him and said goodbye, and then left the classroom one after another.
A student who stayed came over and bowed to him, and then said: "Mr.
Bei, hello, my name is Ando Teruzo.
I am a student of the 38th batch of the Army Non-commissioned Officer School.
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What will the next class be about?"
"Ando-kun, you are taking advantage of the winter vacation to attend classes," Bei Yihui smiled.
The 38th class of the Army Military Academy only entered the school last year.
"Yes, I am very honored to receive the teachings of Mr.
Ando," Teruzo Ando said respectfully.
"Tomorrow I will explain the guiding role of Wendeism in industrial production," Bei Yihui answered while packing his things.
The so-called "Bun Tokatsu Doctrine" is the "scientific socialism" founded by President Wen, but the Japanese government is now very neurotic and is particularly sensitive to anything with the word "socialism", so in order to avoid trouble, Kita Ikki and others use " Replaced by the term "Wen Descendantism".
"Mr.
Bei, a few of my classmates are also very interested in Wendokuism.
Could you please let them come and listen to it?"
Teruzo Ando asked respectfully.
"Of course."
Kita Ikki patted Ando Teruzo on the shoulder: "I said that anyone who is interested in Bundetsuism is welcome to discuss these things with us.
Bundetsuism is not a simple Knowledge is a worldview and methodology that allows us to understand the nature of the world.
I believe these things are helpful to everyone.”
"Since I listened to Mr.
Bei's teachings, I feel that I have become much smarter.
I can now understand many things that I didn't understand before.
Buntoku Tsubasa, who created this school of thought, is really a great person."
Teru Ando Sanyi said with admiration.
He thought to himself, even Mr.
Bei was so great, what would Chairman Wen look like?
Kita Ikki and Ando Teruzo walked out of the classroom while talking.
When they arrived at the gate, several bodyguards came over.
"Mr.
Bei, it's very cold outside.
Please get in the car quickly."
At this time, the snow had begun to fall.
The biting cold wind was blowing, and large flakes of snow fell from the dark sky.
"Okay," Kitai Ikki turned around and waved to Teruzo Ando, "Ando-kun, see you tomorrow."
"Mr.
Bei, goodbye" Ando Teruzo quickly bowed deeply.
Before he could get up, he suddenly heard a gunshot in the cold wind.
But when he raised his head, he saw a shocking scene.
Mr.
Bei, whom he admired most, covered his chest and fell like a stake.
The bodyguards around him were in chaos.
Several bodyguards quickly took out their guns and rushed towards the hotel at the intersection.
Teru Ando was stunned for five seconds before he realized that this was an assassination.
He let out a heartbreaking scream: "No":