Shanghai was the primary battlefield for the outbreak of the war. The intelligence system was particularly important. If something went wrong, it would not affect the gains and losses of a city or a place. It was very likely to affect the direction of the entire battle.
Li Mu silently noted down his doubts and prepared to report his findings to the director when he returned to the headquarters.
Zhang Guodong moved very quickly. Through Gu Yunshan's channel, he quickly brought a Japanese teacher over.
"Sir, this is Liu Zhicun. He has lived in Japan for more than ten years and speaks Japanese fluently.”
"Hello, sir."
Liu Zhicun took off his hat and bowed to Li Mu.
Li Mu nodded and gestured to the sofa.
"Sit, I'm a bit pressed for time. I hope you can teach me this language in the shortest time possible. My request is that there must be no flaws in it, and I must be able to speak the Japanese language fluently.”
Liu Zhicun hesitated for a moment and looked at Li Mu with some difficulty.
"This, this doesn't seem possible. A language needs to be used frequently during the learning period, and there must be a certain environment to do so. We"
Li Mu stretched out his hand and interrupted him.
"Use it frequently, and the environment is fine. From now on, you go wherever I go and teach me from the basics. Then, we will chat non-stop. As long as I don't sleep, you are not allowed to sleep either.”
"No, I'm sorry, I can't teach you. Goodbye.”
After Liu Zhicun finished speaking, he stood up and was about to leave.
Li Mu glanced at Zhang Guodong, smiled, and lit a cigarette.
Zhang Guodong understood what he meant. He took a step forward and stood in front of Liu Zhicun. Then, he took out the pistol at his waist and held it in his hand.
"Guodong, put away the gun. How can you treat a guest like this? What if she scared Mr. Liu?”
"Oh, Mister Guodong knows his mistake.”
"Bang!"
The gunshot rang out, and the bullet hit the floor. Zhang Guodong raised the muzzle and smiled at Liu Zhicun.
"I'm sorry, the gun went off.”
Liu Zhicun was so scared by the gunshot that his legs were trembling. Four or five agents from the Military Investigation Department ran into the house with submachine guns. The black muzzles were all aimed at Liu Zhicun's head.
Zhang Guodong pressed down.
"Don't be nervous. It's just a misfire. Put down your guns. Don't scare Mr. Liu. If he runs out in fear, don't let your guns misfire, understand?”
Zhang Guodong's words were especially loud. Everyone present understood what he meant and put down their guns.
"Yes, we understand. Unless it's absolutely necessary, we won't let it go.”
With that, they walked out.
Seeing that it was almost time, Li Mu got up and poured him a cup of tea.
"The people below are not sensible. Mr. Liu is shocked. Come and have a cup of tea to calm down. Don't worry, as long as you teach diligently, I won't treat you badly.”
As he spoke, Li Mu brought Liu Zhicun to the study.
"Let's start. We still have to move in the afternoon, so we'll learn as much as we can as soon as possible.”
Liu Zhicun lowered his head and sighed. He knew that the situation was stronger than him, so he could only take out his teaching materials and start teaching.
"Ah, one, oh, ai, oh"
Previously, Li Mu had some weak points, so it didn't take him much effort to learn the basic knowledge of Sogdu.
Just like that, three days later.
In a remote villa in the concession, Li Mu was learning the Japanese language energetically.
At this moment, he could already speak some basic conversations.
"Dang dang dang"
There was a knock on the door. Zhuang Xiaoman walked over and opened the door.
"Sir, the goods from Japan have arrived."
When Li Mu heard this, he stood up and glanced at Liu Zhicun, who looked exhausted.
"Teacher Liu, you've worked hard. You should rest first. I'll be back later.”
After saying that, Li Mu walked out of the door.
"Where is he?"
"In the basement."
"Very good, bring me there."
With that, they went to the basement.
Standing in front of the door, Li Mu thought for a moment. He took out a scarf from Zhuang Xiaoman's bag and wrapped it around his face. Then, he walked in.
"Bai Yuanqing?"
Li Mu spoke in Japanese. Although he stuttered, Bai Yuanqing could still understand him.
"Who are you?"
"You don't have to care who I am. You just have to answer my question.”
"Will you let me go if I answer?"
"Yes, yes."
Li Mu thought for a moment, then took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to him.
The other party took the cigarette and looked at the rope around his wrist.
Li Mu smiled and went forward to untie the rope.
Bai Yuanqing rubbed his wrist and threw Li Mu's cigarette back.
"I'm not used to this."
As he spoke, he took out an exquisite silver cigarette box from his pocket. He took out a thin cigar and cut it with a cigar cutter. Then, he took out a silver-white Zippo lighter.
"Pa."
As the flame rose, Bai Yuanqing elegantly smoked the cigar for a while before taking a long drag. The smoke rolled in her mouth for a while before she exhaled.
"That one of yours is not good for your body. You can try this when you have time. Tell me how much you want.”
After Bai Yuanqing finished speaking, she tidied her clothes, stood up, and walked around twice.
Seeing him like this, Li Mu could not help but admire his calmness. He thought that he was indeed worthy of being a noble son. No matter what his temperament was, his temperament was really impeccable.
Li Mu observed his every move silently. He even remembered the subtle expressions on his face.
"Bai Yuanqing, the son of a Japanese aristocrat, has been studying in Berlin for many years. I want to know, what is your purpose in coming to Shanghai this time?”
Bai Yuanqing frowned when he heard Li Mu's question. Then, he smiled bitterly.
"If you don't want money, then this is difficult. Who are you? People from China?"
"Bang!"
Li Mu kicked Bai Yuanqing. Bai Yuanqing kneeled down while clutching his stomach.
"I don't like the word 'China,' pirates!”
"Hehe, hehe. Interesting, really interesting."
Bai Yuanqing gritted his teeth and stood up. He looked at Li Mu with a mocking smile.
"You people have been repeatedly defeated on the battlefield. I didn't expect you to be angry over a term.”
As he spoke, he patted the dust off his clothes and shook his collar.
"Respect is fought, not spoken!”
P.S." What's the point of beeping? You all know that if I don't beep, I'll feel uncomfortable all over. Oh, right, I fell asleep just now. Fortunately, I called. Otherwise, you probably wouldn't be able to see me beep today."
The comments section has been really cold for the past two days. I don't know if you guys have all gone to the skirt to complain or something, but I want to say that I'm panicking if you don't move. Why don't you guys scold me in the comments section?
That way, I'll feel more comfortable. Also, tickets, tickets, how can I dress up as a woman without tickets? How can I expose my photos?
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