Zhang Li looked at the things in the small box and didn't say much. Instead, she handed the things to Lan Yu'er and said, "This is what sir wants, can you take it in?"
"Okay, Sister Li."
Lan Yuer took the things and walked towards Zhang Tianhao's office, but Zhang Li couldn't help but look at Qian Jun who was walking further and further away. She wanted to ask a few questions, but her reason told her that she could only treat him as an unknown person.
The body had to stand up again, and then started as usual. He looked at the time, waited for Lan Yu'er to come out, and then went to the backyard to help Zhang Tianhao wash clothes.
This is what she must do every day, washing, cooking and buying groceries, just like a nanny.
"Sister Li, why did you come to the backyard!" Song Lang asked feebly when he saw Zhang Li entering the backyard, and was a little surprised.
"Song Lang, you disappoint me. Really, your performance is really not suitable for this job. You can't bring emotions into work at any time. Our job is to serve Mr. Good and the clinic. Don't forget I have lost my job." Zhang Li guessed the same thing when she saw Song Lang's expression.
"Sister Li, I"
"Don't talk, be careful that walls have ears, do your own thing well, and don't cause trouble for your husband, really!" Zhang Li sighed and said lightly, "The usual cleverness is gone!"
"I know, I saw that flyer not far away today!"
"You are illiterate. What are you doing? Are you joining in the fun? You are not afraid of the police arresting you and telling you not to run around. You still like to run around. If I had known better, I would not have taken you out."
Song Lang wanted to say something else, but Zhang Li glared at him, and he swallowed back what he wanted to say.
Then, Zhang Li walked to Song Lang's side and said in a low voice: "Sir, it's difficult. You know, don't use your head. Don't you know what you're thinking? I guess you know it earlier than you and I. You know, sir?" My own plan!¡±
"ah¡¡"
"Stop, let's go boil the water. My husband's clothes haven't been washed yet. Why don't you wash them?" Zhang Li rolled her eyes at Song Lang again, picked up the clothes soaked in the water, and carefully straightened them out. Then she saw There was still a trace of black ink on the front of Zhang Tianhao's clothes, which was not removed even after being soaked in water.
She lightly applied it to her nose and smelled it, and immediately smelled the strong smell of ink. Little did she know that Zhang Tianhao had done all of this and what she had guessed.
¡°Obviously this was printed by Zhang Tianhao himself, otherwise the ink would not be stained on the clothes.
It¡¯s just that she doesn¡¯t know where Zhang Tianhao found the mimeograph machine. This thing is also a controlled item. Even if Zhang Tianhao uses his identity as a Japanese, it¡¯s not that easy to do. What¡¯s more, there is no reason, who will give it to him.
No wonder Zhang Tianhao was so calm after being woken up by her in the morning. It turned out that everything was as he expected.
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In the Special Agent Section of the Police Department, Taiji Muranaka looked at the leaflets on the table, and at the captains standing opposite him, with an unusually ugly look on his face.
"Is this Xinjing under your jurisdiction? What are these, leaflets, flyers, damn, overnight, the whole Xinjing knew that we were massacring people, is that called massacre? Those are anti-Japanese elements, we are Suppress anti-Japanese elements.¡±
"Also, look at your actions, what is called inaction? There were patrols at night, but no leaflets posted by anti-Japanese elements were found. How did you do your job?"
"Read the article again. That sentence is beneficial to the empire, and that sentence is not reactionary propaganda. Check, find out the source of these leaflets for me. You must find out for me. The underground party actually has a mimeograph machine. Yours How the work is done, this damn underground party mimeograph workshop must be destroyed.¡±
"You have neglected your duties. The activities of the underground party are so rampant. You haven't even heard a word. Overnight, can we say that the entire Xinjing is still the Xinjing of the empire? Will it become the world of the underground party tomorrow?"
The village chief Changzhi pointed at his subordinates and cursed them loudly. His saliva flew everywhere and he almost hit them with a slap.
"Luo Bin, immediately send all personnel to investigate for me. We must find out where the damn printing point is on the ground. All personnel must die."
"Chief Lu, you must come up with a suitable plan for me, and use the intelligence department to find and arrest the damn underground party rats. You would rather catch the wrong one or kill the wrong one than let any of them go."
¡°Chief Ning, I¡¯m keeping a close eye on the underground party¡¯s radio station and the Central Unification Radio Station at your place. I¡¯m on duty day and night and will never let go of any opportunity that I may seize.¡±
"yes!"
"Everyone else is on standby,"We must catch this damn underground party. must! "The village chief scolded for a while and then sent people out again.
The bombings of the past few days have not yet passed, and now there is this flyer incident. It is really you who sing and I come on stage, which makes the village chief more and more angry. His temper is getting worse and worse.
"Hisuko, do you have any news?"
"Uncle, I haven't received any news here. This incident and the bombings a few days ago happened too suddenly without any warning, as if anti-imperial elements appeared all of a sudden."
Muraka Hisako didn¡¯t quite understand why anti-Japanese elements suddenly appeared in the past few days and caught them off guard. Even if she wanted to straighten things out, she couldn¡¯t find a focus.
"Damn it, if this kind of thing is used by the underground party, I don't know how big an impact it will have. It will affect the stability of the empire in Xinjing."
The village chief cursed again, and before he could speak, he heard the phone on the table ringing non-stop.
"Jiuzi, just pick it up and say I'm not here and have gone out to arrest someone."
He almost didn¡¯t need to guess to know that this was a call from his superior to accuse him. After all, the things in the morning had not calmed down yet, and the consequences were not much less than the explosions caused a few days ago.
¡°One is for the empire itself, and the other is for ordinary people in Xinjing.
This is not the principle of one plus one equals two, but far greater than two, even three, or four or five.
When Jiuzi heard this, he was a little helpless and could only walk over and pick up the phone.
But as soon as she picked up the phone, she heard bursts of angry curses coming from the phone, leaving her without a chance to say a word. Muranaka Changji stood aside, listening to the curses on the phone, his face also changed. Extremely ugly.
He has been scolded many times, and this may be just the beginning.
"Changzhi, you are ashamed of the empire's trust in you, and the rights that the empire has given you. Look what you have done to Xinjing, what is this, what kind of chaos it is, the underground party, the central commander, and the military commander How dare you jump out and think that our Xinjing is their back garden?"
"Don't you feel ashamed? Don't you feel sorry for the major hat on your head? Don't you feel sorry for the emperor behind you? Don't you feel sorry"
Muranaka Hisako put the phone on the table and allowed the yelling on the phone to continue. After five minutes, the other end of the phone hung up without even a chance to say a word to Muranaka Nagaharu.
"Uncle, are you okay?"
Murakami Hisako looked at Murakami Changji¡¯s face which looked a little pale and even more angry, and asked in a low voice.
"fine!"
When I thought that I might have lost my temper in front of my niece, I couldn't help but take a deep breath, suppress the anger in my heart, and then uttered two words.
¡°Hisuko, go and do your work, I want to be quiet.¡±
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