Operation Red Book

"Not the Ming Dynasty Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang, but Zhu 'Yuanzhang'."

"Yuan is the Yuan of 'Yuan has orchids and Li has orchids, I miss you but dare not say it', and Zhang is the Zhang of 'I hold the clear water of Zhang River and lean against the long island of Quju River'."

Zhao Minghua explained to Ivy that this "Zhu Yuanzhang" was not the same as "Zhu Yuanzhang". He looked serious and used poetry very skillfully.

Ivy nodded thoughtfully. She stroked her chin and her eyes slowly slid to the left, as if she understood everything.

"I can not understand what you say……"

"Both characters have three water drops as radicals." Zhao Minghua's tone revealed a hint of helplessness.

"oh oh--"

Ivy nodded thoughtfully again. Needless to say, it was obvious that she still didn't understand.

Zhao Minghua did not explain further. He looked at Ivy curiously, his brown eyes shining with a mysterious light.

"I've never seen you before. Are you his new favorite?"

"I'm not."

Ivy frowned, feeling extremely offended by such speculation.

"I am one of his assistants... I am mainly in charge of Muyunzhai..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the thieves in Shisanfang suddenly burst into laughter.

They banged hard on the redwood railings, their shrill laughter filled with deep disdain and mockery.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"A girl is a girl! And an assistant, hahaha!"

"She also said that she is in charge of Muyunzhai! Just her! A little girl, hahaha!"

"She's not Mr. Zhu's type. Could it be that she's very skilled there?"

Unbearable words came from all directions, like surging sea water, blocking Ivy's anger.

"enough!"

At this moment, Zhao Minghua raised his hands and yelled, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

He might be the only one among them who did not laugh, did not make wanton sarcasm, and did not make arrogant ridicule.

Those beautiful brown eyes, as beautiful as ink paintings, actually lit up for a moment after listening carefully to Ivy's words.

Ivy caught the highlight of this moment. Strangely enough, while others were dismissive, he secretly showed a hint of joy and tenderness.

"Because of Mr. Zhu..."

They didn't know each other, so Ivy could only move towards Mr. Zhu.

Zhao Minghua and Mr. Zhu grew up together, and they are as close as brothers and depend on each other.

He is Mr. Zhu's best brother and Mr. Zhu's most capable assistant.

Although I don’t know their past, the highlight that lit up at that moment is enough to prove the friendship between them.

But what happened? After returning mysteriously, he led his accomplices in a rebellion, imprisoning Mr. Zhu and blocking the entire Chinese wharf.

What is the reason for this...

When Ivy came to her senses, Zhao Minghua had already sat back on the throne in the center of the stage. He glanced at Ivy, his eyes as cold as before.

"Hey! I'm asking you!"

The old eunuch on the left spoke again, and his voice echoed throughout the Shisanfang.

"Since you are Mr. Zhu's assistant, why haven't we seen you here in the past two months?"

"I don't live here, I live outside the Chinese wharf."

As soon as the words fell, the villains in Thirteenth Square took a deep breath, as if Ivy lived not in London outside, but in a snake's nest under a tree.

"You live with those foreigners? No wonder you were chattering on the bridge in a bunch of dog language that even birds couldn't understand. It turns out you are a foreign girl!"

The old eunuch looked Ivy up and down with a smile, and licked his pale lips with his purple-red tongue like a lizard.

"If he's a foreigner, take him to the dungeon!"

"Bah! Who said I was one of those foreigners out there? I am a Chinese who grew up under the red flag!"