Chapter 681

After tossing around, it was already past eleven o'clock when he returned to the Wang Tianyue Gongguan. This was because he went there; otherwise, if only Liu Yitong was there, he might have to grind and grind. The Japanese are in the spirit of doubting everything and constantly entangling and testing, which is annoying.

They hadn't slept yet, and even Uncle Wu and Aunt Liang were holding on until twelve o'clock. At this time, it was the same; the fireworks in the sky had never stopped, exploding with a bang. They were old and had light sleep, so they couldn't sleep well at all. So the guards were drinking and playing cards in the gatehouse. Inside the house, Yu Manli was wearing loose pajamas, sitting on the sofa listening to the special Spring Festival program on the radio and reading, while the old couple was knitting sweaters on the side. They just couldn't be idle and always wanted to do something by the light.

In the past two years, the old couple had knitted two sets of sweaters and trousers for both Wang Yan and Qi Si, as well as those they wore themselves. For the rest, they had nowhere to send them, so they asked the hooligans who were guarding if they wanted them. How could these people be short of that? Later, Qi Si asked the old couple to knit sweaters for those little beggars who were already in school.

The previous meal was only partially made, so Wang Yan and Qi Si ate a hot meal again when they came back.

Taking advantage of their meal, Yu Manli ran over and asked curiously: "How is the situation?"

"It is suspected that it was done by people from the Military Statistics Bureau. A total of 23 people died. Wang Fuqu was shot in the head at close range. In addition, three businessmen who followed him to defect to the Japanese suffered, and they died very miserably. The remaining 19 people were their guards. There were three people who took action. No one saw their faces. They acted neatly and decisively, and it took less than five minutes in total, and they calmly replenished a wave of guns."

"When did the Military Statistics Bureau become so powerful? In the past, their actions were either assassination or siege with more people. Why haven't I heard that they have such action masters? Chen Gongshu did it himself? That can't be. If he was so powerful, he should have raided Wang Zhaoming in Hanoi at the beginning, so why did he sit on the cold bench for more than two months and was transferred from the station chief of the Tianjin station to Shanghai to do dirty work?"

Yu Manli now has some understanding of some things about the Military Statistics Bureau. Of course, they were all asked from Wang Yan when she was free. After all, she didn't even know where the door of the Military Statistics Bureau opened, and it was a single-line contact. She only had one superior and was ordered to stay by Wang Yan's side, so she basically had no work. If she wanted to know any news, she could only read the newspaper, but how much actual news could be in the newspaper.

Wang Yan shook his head: "Perhaps they were newly sent. Their combat effectiveness is very high. Such people have come to Shanghai, and it will be even harder to be peaceful in the future."

"Hey, how is Wang Manchun?"

"It is said that she couldn't bear the blow and was too sad, so she didn't come. Alright, this matter has nothing to do with you, so don't gloat here. It's better to study the school's affairs. Isn't it about to open a middle school? How is the arrangement?"

The primary school has been open for a whole year now, and there is already experience in how to carry out teaching work. Plus, there are primary school graduates now, so establishing a middle school is a matter of course. Establishing a high school next is even more natural.

Boss Wang really doesn't lack the money to support the school. Besides, the superiors also have instructions to cultivate knowledge and youth among workers' children.

And to be honest, the cost of middle school is much smaller than that of primary school. Because even if he bears half of the tuition and miscellaneous expenses, there are always families with difficulties. Families that value boys over girls choose not to continue their studies, but send them to learn some skills early. Even if he doesn't run the school according to the current education system and doesn't implement exams, there are always those who feel that they are dull.

So even if middle school is divided into boys' schools and girls' schools, the overall number is smaller, which is a natural elimination process.

The current education system is divided into primary and higher primary schools, totaling seven years, and primary school graduates have to take exams to enter higher primary schools. Middle school is four years, high school is also several years, and there are university preparatory courses, etc., and the years of study are not short. Wang Yan's school is five years for primary school, four years for middle school, and three years for high school, which is basically the same as the later education system, except that the primary school stage is different.

Because people in this era are precocious and mature quickly, except for rich families, there is basically no such thing as being a bear at the age of eight or nine, and everyone is very sensible. And in the primary school stage, it is to learn to recognize words and sentences and talk about some general knowledge courses, and five years is enough.

In fact, he has a set of education systems. After all, he was an emperor, but it is not very suitable for this kind of war time now. And on the other hand, he also has to comply with the rules formulated by the Wang puppet government to a certain extent, so he didn't act on his own and change it extensively.

Yu Manli talked endlessly, talking about the preparation of the middle school in a mess. After all, school will start next month, which is quite urgent.

After eating, the time reached twelve o'clock. Wang Yan and others were setting off fireworks in the courtyard of the Wang Tianyue Gongguan with a bang, and Qi Si was the happiest to play...

The next day, Wang Yan, who had only rested for a few hours, still woke up early, leaving Yu Manli sleeping sweetly in the large and comfortable bed. He went downstairs to give red envelopes to Uncle Wu, Aunt Liang, Qi Si, and the subordinates guarding the Wang Tianyue Gongguan, and then began his daily morning exercise.

Just as he finished his morning exercise, a subordinate at the gate rode a bicycle over to report that the Ming family next door had all come to pay a New Year's greeting.

Wang Yan waved his hand, let the subordinate invite people to the living room, and then took the towel from Qi Si, who was accompanying him on the side, to wipe his face and hands.

Qi Si said: "Brother Yan, there is still a spy in our house. Otherwise, how could Ming Lou time it so accurately? You just finished your morning exercise, and they all came together to pay a New Year's greeting?"

"Then who do you think it is?"

"It's hard to say, but it's highly likely to be those people guarding the gate. We change a batch every week, and your routine is very regular and has never changed. It's not an exception for outsiders to know."

Wang Yan walked back with a smile and said to Qi Si, who was following him: "Eighteen this year?"

"Hmm."

"When I sparred with you two days ago, I felt that your body had developed almost enough. Even if you continue to develop in the remaining two or three years, there won't be much improvement."

Qi Si's height has risen sharply in the past two years. Although he is not over 1.8 meters, he is about 1.79. His muscles have also piled up, his shoulders are wide and his back is broad, and his lower body is stable. Practicing the martial arts taught by Wang Yan, tempering his muscles and bones, and practicing martial arts, he can be considered to have achieved something today.

He hasn't been idle in the past two years. There are many martial arts practitioners under Wang Yan. Every month, he will go to compete with people four or five times. He has fought like this for two years. It's not that there is no defeat, but ordinary people are really not good. Not to mention others, at least Shi Changxing, who has obtained the true biography of Baji, can't beat him in a single fight now.

Hearing Wang Yan's words, Qi Si realized that perhaps it was time for him to leave...

He realized correctly. Wang Yan patted him lightly on the shoulder: "At this point, continuing to stay by my side and mess around will delay you. Of course, if you are willing to stay like this, then it doesn't matter, I won't force it. But if you want to have greater achievements, it won't work by my side, you still have to go out and do things. What do you think?"

Qi Si grinned: "It's better to go out and do things, it's more majestic like Brother Shi."

"Good boy, you have ambition, then you will follow Shi Changxing next month and let him arrange work for you."

"Got it. Then should I move out or continue to live here?"

"Whatever you want."

"It's better to move out, it's closer to that side, and it's convenient to do things."

Qi Si didn't have any bad emotions. He had known that this day would come, and he was originally a little beggar drifting without roots. He rarely had those meaningless emotions. Because he had seen too many people's life and death, he was already used to it.

On the contrary, being able to leave Wang Yan's side and having the opportunity to go out and show his skills, he was very looking forward to it. Who doesn't want to be a superior person? Many people don't have this opportunity, and now he has it, so naturally, he has to grasp it.

Wang Yan was not surprised by his reaction. Qi Si had ideas. If it weren't for this, it would be impossible to be 'suspected of being a Red Party' behind his back.

Walking along and breathing the cold air of the morning in February, he returned to the living room. As soon as he entered, the four people sitting inside, Ming Jing, Ming Lou, Ming Cheng, and Ming Tai, all stood up together, arched their hands and held fists to Wang Yan, congratulating him on a happy New Year.

Ming Lou said: "Sorry, Mr. Wang, I know you are very busy, especially during the New Year, and with your status, you are even busier, so we came early to pay you a New Year's greeting. Otherwise, I don't know when I will be able to see you."

"Now you and I are partners, don't care about those false rituals, sit down, sit down and talk."

Wang Yan laughed and waved his hand, sitting on the sofa and seeing Ming Tai, who was sitting there honestly pretending to be a silly boy, he shouted and said: "Isn't this Ming Tai? Isn't he studying in Hong Kong? When did he come back?"

Ming Tai nodded: "Came back last night."

"By the way, Brother Ming, I was telling you last night that I seem to have seen Ming Tai walking on the street with a girl a month ago. I didn't pay attention at the time, but today I suddenly remembered. His time is not right. Is it that both of your brothers have joined the Military Statistics Bureau? Or is he not learning well and skipped school to come back?"

"What?" Ming Jing was startled, turned around and stared, "You came back long ago?"

"Oh, eldest sister, can't it be that Mr. Wang saw it wrong? Although I don't listen to words at ordinary times, how dare I do such a thing? If you don't believe it, you can call my school to verify it." Ming Tai, who was sitting at the very back, shrank into the corner of the sofa, afraid that Ming Jing would beat him, and hurriedly explained it again, not forgetting to say to Wang Yan, "Mr. Wang, you must have seen it wrong."

"Then maybe I really saw it wrong."

Wang Yan nodded and didn't tease Ming Tai anymore. This kid is relatively young and sees things relatively simply. If he thinks he is a big traitor and comes to assassinate him, it will be a disaster. This is not a joke. Ming Tai acted without authorization, although he would be punished by family law, but when he acted, he represented the Military Statistics Bureau. Wang Yan had to go against the Military Statistics Bureau, because that would make him unable to gain a foothold in the Shanghai Bund.

After all, even if it is the Japanese, they only make some things to force him to express his position. Although they threaten him with life, they didn't really harm his life. On weekdays, not only did he not block the anti-Japanese and national salvation, but he also transported a lot of materials to the national area, feeding a group of masters, but the Military Statistics Bureau wanted to kill him instead. That was not killing him alone, but killing the will of the neutral faction struggling in the Shanghai Bund.

However, Ming Tai is the protagonist. Although he likes to stand and shoot, he still has a brain. In other words, he is a bit smart. The previous young master's temper was pressed back by Wang Tianfeng in the training camp of the Military Statistics Bureau, and he would not be so brainless.

Wang Yan said to Ming Jing: "Eldest Miss Ming can rest assured this time. Wang Fuqu is dead, and Brother Ming is the director of the Economic Department and the deputy director of the Special Committee, which can ensure the Ming family is safe."

Ming Jing smiled: "Wang Fuqu, this big traitor, died well. Not only did my family have less trouble, but others were also saved from being harmed. Mr. Wang, it is not only the people below who harm the common people, but traitor capitalists like Wang Fuqu harm people..."

Seeing that his own eldest sister was talking more and more outrageously, Ming Lou hurriedly interrupted: "Capitalists have good and bad. There is no need to say more about Wang Fuqu. I think Mr. Wang can fully be called a national capitalist. Your industry treats workers well. I heard that you sent a lot of things to them this New Year? With such treatment, looking at the whole world, you are the only one."

"As for Wang Fuqu's attempt to seize the Ming family's industry, not to mention that he died at the hands of the Military Statistics Bureau last night, even when he was alive, with your care for the Ming family, he didn't have the courage to act recklessly. So, eldest sister, you must do your best to cooperate with Mr. Wang in the future."

"Since you came back and decided to cooperate with Mr. Wang, every industry of our Ming family has been in line with Mr. Wang."

This is the truth, and it sounds like the Ming family is cooperating sincerely with Wang Yan, but Ming Jing, a woman in her thirties, is still a bit poor at concealing her emotions, and it is not difficult to hear some unhappiness in her words.

This is very normal, because the Ming family originally had its own bank, but now more than half of their business is accounted for through the Green Gang Bank, and other industries are also following Yonghua Industrial, selling in batches to the national area and the Soviet area. Taking the business route of Yonghua Industrial is of course very profitable, and the financial resources of the Ming family are actually on a higher level. But from another direction, the Ming family has actually become a vassal of Wang Yan, and they have lost their autonomy.

It is easy to enter this door, but it is difficult to retreat. After all, Wang Yan's status is there. On the surface, they can't play, and they are not opponents of the dirty ones. Ming Jing is worried that the Ming family's industry will be swallowed by Wang Yan, but she dare not say it. Looking at it now, she must have communicated a lot with Ming Lou at home.

But Ming Lou couldn't tell Ming Jing the truth, couldn't say that he was a colonel intelligence group leader of the Military Statistics Bureau of the Kuomintang, and also an intelligence section chief of the Shanghai underground party, and Wang Yan knew his identity clearly. So he could only guarantee it again and again, like a pretender who seemed to have everything under control.

Yes, Ming Lou is a pretender, and has always been. Because Ming Lou is a 'familiar person' in another sense. In the past, 'Ming Lou' was also a pretender.

Although Ming Lou couldn't see through Wang Yan, his thoughts were different from Ming Jing's, because he knew more things. He was sure that the Ming family would definitely not be swallowed by Wang Yan.

Since the first lunch with Wang Yan, Wang Yan pointed out that his eldest sister had a problem, he took it to heart and investigated it thoroughly, confirming the fact that the Ming family was Red Capital. So under such circumstances, even if he died, the organization behind him would come to help him settle accounts with Wang Yan, it's that simple. Even if his eldest sister didn't join the revolution, the idea he originally had was to send out the Ming family's industry bit by bit to facilitate the Red Party's actions. After all, if he really became a slave of a subjugated nation, no matter how big the Ming family's industry was and how much money they had, it would be useless.

Ming Lou pretended not to understand, and said to Wang Yan, who was raising his eyebrows: "This is what should be done. As long as you follow Mr. Wang, you don't have to worry about business matters. To tell you the truth, Mr. Wang, since we cooperated, the Ming family's revenue has risen by a quarter. In such years, it is not easy to do business steadily, not to mention that it is so profitable, so I have to thank Mr. Wang for his promotion."

"Cooperation, what we talk about is mutual benefit. Recently, it is not peaceful in Europe. I plan to take out some products that we can produce independently in China and sell them back to Europe. You are engaged in economics, and you understand the gap between imports and exports best. In the past, foreigners treated our place as a dumping ground for surplus goods, and now it is our turn to sell back. Thinking about this makes me happy."

"If you don't say you are a national capitalist, those compradors only see that little place in China, and only you look at the world. Don't worry, when you take out the list, the Ming family will definitely not drag their feet on this kind of thing."

After chatting for a few more words and drinking a cup of tea, Ming Lou proposed to leave. Seeing Ming Lou wink, Wang Yan stood up with a smile and sent them off.

Ming Jing and others left quickly, leaving only Wang Yan and Ming Lou walking slowly together.

"Mr. Wang, my eldest sister is like this, speaking straight, not knowing how to conceal her emotions, and I don't know how her business has been done for so many years."

"Nothing, do you think I am such a narrow-minded person? Just talk about this?"

"Talk about other things, you don't help, I open my mouth and waste saliva, you listen and waste ears. She is my eldest sister, if there is anything wrong, I, the younger brother, should apologize."

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "When we first met, I said that Eldest Miss Ming had a problem. Have you solved those problems?"

"Almost, at least it's very hard to investigate. This kind of thing is hard to hide, let's leave it to fate."

"This is not what a Red Party person should say. Your chairman has a saying, fighting with heaven is endless joy; fighting with earth is endless joy; fighting with people is endless joy. You should criticize yourself."

"I didn't expect you to know these?"

"Not only do I know these, I also know your doctrine and party constitution. I have this bad point, I read all kinds of books. After reading too much, I think too much. After thinking too much, people become timid. My parents were both worker representatives. How can I not know? If nothing happened back then, maybe we would still be comrades. But it's too late now, I don't have the courage. Let's go, I won't send you far..."

Wang Yan waved his hand in a dispirited manner, then turned around and walked back with his hands behind his back. He suddenly looked at the Ming family's house next door. Although the distance was far, he could see that someone was looking over here on the top floor.

He knew who it was, it was Ming Cheng's foster mother, Gui Yi, codenamed 'Lone Wolf'. A Chinese woman who turned into hatred from love and turned to the Japanese as a spy by chance.

Without paying too much attention, he continued to walk back, thinking about the plot in his mind.

What Ming Lou and others want to do is to mislead the Japanese army with false intelligence, help the Third War Zone win the victory on the front battlefield, eliminate the Japanese army's effective strength, and it is also the main line running through the whole play.

He actually couldn't intervene in this matter. It can even be said that the Red Party couldn't intervene either. If it weren't for the fact that Ming Lou is a member of the Red Party, there would be no problem with the Red Party in this play, it's just that it might not pass the review.

He couldn't intervene, and he couldn't mess up other people's good things. After all, the plan finally succeeded, and the Japanese army suffered tens of thousands of casualties and heavy losses. What he has to do is to protect Ming Jing's life when the cards are finally turned over. As for the process in the middle, it is to take one step at a time...

Returning to the room to wash and gargle, eating the breakfast that Qi Si packed back from outside, Wang Yan began a busy day.

No way, with his status and status, people from all walks of life rushed to call him, and even came to visit, and there were really too many messy things. Like this, many people were not qualified to call, and not qualified to come to the door. They all entrusted people to send things to the Wang Tianyue Gongguan, hoping to be remembered by Boss Wang.

Of course, he also had people he needed to call to greet and send gifts. The Japanese wanted his life, the French controlled him, and other foreign devils cooperated with him friendly and made a lot of money. The Red Party was his God of Wealth, and the Military Statistics Bureau was the one who caused bad things. In front of those forces and those people, he was a complete grandson, so shouldn't he greet and send gifts to them?

Life is also like this. When you are nothing, you only have two or three friends, and your circle of friends is very small. Even if a person is very good at socializing and likes to get close to the top, in the end, it is difficult to get anything, and it is even more difficult to socialize anything. They are all scene friends, eating this meal, being warm for this meal, and not knowing who is who in the next meal. If you want to do something, you can't do it by begging your grandfather and grandmother.

But if a person is successful, even if his circle of friends is very small, there are still two or three friends. But there are many other friends, and it is impossible not to have them, and a group of friends will always surround them. They are enthusiastic, they invite to dinner, and they help do things. If you have small achievements, these friends who you can't not have are the ones who loved to socialize and hard to get close to when the former was nothing.

Similarly, this successful person still has people he needs to get close to. After all, there are people outside people, and those standing at the peak are only a small handful in the end.

Each has their own difficulties, and they are all poor people.

It's just that we are drinking the northwest wind, riding bicycles, looking at other beautiful women's legs, while others are sitting on private planes, shaking red wine glasses, and directly touching beautiful women's legs...

Perhaps pity is also divided into grades...

There is pity, and there is true fucking pity...