readsfreenovel Chapter 44 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 17
Chapter 44 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 17
Wen Zhao, however, seemed oblivious to his displeasure and continued, "There's an old Chinese saying: 'It is impolite not to reciprocate.' Mr. Nakamura gave me a housewarming gift, but I haven't given him a single penny. Is that how friends act?"
After saying that, he patted Ling Yi's waist and said with a smile, "Bring out the gift I prepared for Mr. Nakamura."
Nakamura was stunned by Wen Zhao's sudden outburst, and the fierce look on his face was now only half blank.
Ling Yi smiled at the silly dog and took small, quick steps toward the back.
The house that Wen Zhao found has three buildings, one in front and one in back. The servants in charge of today's banquet are all busy in the back.
Old Zhang was sent here by Wen Jingshan, who was afraid of losing face again, to supervise the construction. At this moment, he is counting the gifts for the guests.
These items are also divided into different grades. Leaving aside ordinary guests, even the high-ranking officials of the new government are given small, bright yellow croakers as gifts, each one a small, heavy brocade box.
As for Nakamura's gift box, it was even more generous.
From US dollars to Chinese currency, from jade to yellow croaker, the selection is quite comprehensive.
Ling Yi took the brocade box from Old Zhang, pondered for a moment, then took out all the stacks of legal tender and ordered, "Exchange them all for yellow croaker."
Old Zhang was taken aback: "But... I didn't prepare those."
Today's return gift was quite extravagant, almost using up all the yellow croakers the young master had on hand. Where can we find any more now?
Ling Yi raised an eyebrow, adopting the air of a young mistress: "If you don't have any, take some from other people's allowances first. Mr. Nakamura is the young master's benefactor. We will be relying on the Japanese for our livelihood in the future, so how can we be stingy with such a small amount of money?"
Seeing that Old Zhang was still in a daze, she simply picked out a few yellow croakers from the other brocade boxes, filled the one in her hand, and then turned and left, not forgetting to instruct Old Zhang: "You distribute the rest, don't let anyone notice anything!"
Standing in the room where only the gifts and himself remained, Ueno's expression shifted as he muttered under his breath, "That lucky guy, Nakamura!"
He was also a Japanese, but he didn't receive so much filial piety!
However, this young mistress has her heart set on Japan!
This also satisfied Ueno.
If Wen Zhao finds a woman who isn't on their side in Japan, then things will get complicated.
He doesn't want to give up such a useful piece just yet.
When Ling Yi returned to the banquet with the heavy brocade box, Nakamura was already back to his dapper self.
Ling Yi slightly opened the brocade box in her hand, showed it to Wen Zhao, and then handed it to the translator.
Looking at the abundance of yellow croakers on the table, Wen Zhao said calmly, "This is a meager return gift; please forgive me, Mr. Nakamura!"
Nakamura glanced to the side and saw his translator staring wide-eyed at the brocade box. Curious, he turned his gaze over as well.
He was also taken aback by Wen Zhao's extravagant spending.
This Wen Jun is incredibly loyal!
Loyal to Japan, loyal to him!
He patted Wen Zhao's shoulder heavily, his beastly smile becoming more sincere: "Wen Jun is so kind, our...good friend!"
This is the first time he has received so much respect and courtesy since he came to China!
Wen Zhao bowed slightly, allowing Nakamura, who was a head shorter than him, to easily pat his shoulder. His smile was not obsequious but full of intimacy: "It's only right for friends to reciprocate each other's courtesy, only right!"
"That traitorous dog!" Chief Inspector Gao was now itching to shoot Wen Zhao.
Just by looking at the Japanese soldier's happy expression, you could tell how much Wen Zhao had given him!
This father and son exploit the people's hard-earned money to pay tribute to the Japanese. They are truly good sons and good dogs raised by the Japanese!
He couldn't stand it any longer, so he threw down the cup, turned around, and left!
Wen Zhao saw this scene through his wine glass, his smile deepened, and he drank the wine in his glass in one gulp!
Cheers to our friendship!
This banquet, lavishly sponsored by Wen Zhao, ensured that the distinguished guests arrived happily and left thoroughly satisfied.
By the end of the banquet, Wen Zhao was so drunk that he could barely stand.
His face was flushed, and he leaned against Ling Yi, slurring his words, "Nakamura-kun, we made a deal!"
Nakamura, only slightly tipsy, glanced disdainfully at the smug yet exceptionally generous Chinese man, and smiled and nodded: "We await your good news!"
After seeing off the last person, the gentle smile that had been on Ling Yi's lips finally disappeared. She glanced at the meek and obedient Old Zhang and said, "Don't you have any sense? Hurry up and come help the young master?"
Her tone was still that of a gentle and refined lady, but she was certainly putting on an air of imperiousness.
Once you've risen to the top and become a phoenix, it's only natural to be a little proud.
"Yes, young lady."
Old Zhang, as expected of a seasoned spy who had been hiding for many years, did not show any signs of being out of character in such a trivial matter, and immediately and respectfully accepted Wen Zhao's gift.
"Get out of here! Who gave you the right to touch me, young master!"
Wen Zhao appeared drunk, but he was perfectly clear-headed.
Almost the instant Ling Yi made things difficult for Lao Zhang, he sensed something was wrong.
Putting aside their beliefs, Ling Yi herself doesn't have the bad habit of making things difficult for people.
Out of instinct and tacit understanding, Wen Zhao subconsciously acted out Ling Yi's script and slapped Old Zhang, who came to help him, across the face.
Ling Yi seemed to be focused entirely on Wen Zhao, the drunkard, but her eyes were always glancing at Lao Zhang out of the corner of her eye.
Snapped!
The moment the crisp sound of the slap rang out, she clearly saw a flash of murderous intent in Old Zhang's eyes.
That wasn't the resentment and murderous intent of a subordinate towards an arrogant young master, but rather the punitive and murderous intent that naturally arises in a superior after being offended.
As a Japanese, Ueno had long regarded himself as the ruler and master of this country.
Now that he's been beaten by a dog kept by the Japanese in a weak country, it's understandable that he showed a momentary weakness.
Logically speaking, such a small flaw would not have been noticed in the midst of the chaos, since the young couple were tearing each other apart and had no time to pay attention to him.
Ueno, who was only distracted for a moment, never dreamed that some young couples, who seemed to be flirting on the surface, were actually keeping a close eye on him.
After fussing for a while, Wen Zhao wanted Ling Yi to hold him, but suddenly he weakly rested his head on Ling Yi's shoulder, as if he was about to fall asleep.
Ling Yi's face was flushed from the commotion. Seeing that Old Zhang was still standing there obliviously, she snorted, "Aren't you going to help me get the young master back to his room?"
After placing the drunkard on the bed, Ling Yi glared at Old Zhang, who was asking for slippers: "What kind of place is this? Is this where you should be staying? Why don't you get out of here?"
The door was slammed shut in front of him, and Old Zhang could no longer contain his anger.
That Chinese woman deserves to die!
That Wen Zhao deserves to die too!
Those who occupy this land deserve to die!