I want to be a good person

"Boss, why do foreigners also arrest poor people?"

Wang Jinxiu was used to seeing the government's wanton targeting of the poor, finding ways to squeeze out every last drop of oil.

When I was in school, my teacher spoke in a very exaggerated way, praising the West as a beautiful peony flower, representing wealth, freedom, democracy and fairness.

Since I came to Shanghai, everything I have seen and heard is clearly a poppy flower, which is poisonous.

After asking the above questions, I am no longer that naive woman.

"Because they won't resist. As long as they can survive, they don't want to cause trouble. They always think less trouble is worse than more trouble."

"When I was in school, the teacher taught us that everyone is equal and we should fight for more rights."

"Hahaha."

Zhang Aiguo smiled. He liked to retain a bit of innocence, even if it was to please himself.

"Xiu, society is a real school. You will graduate with honors soon. I am your advisor and I have the final say on the credits. You should know what to do."

"Hate."

She rolled her eyes charmingly, patted her hands gently, and smiled like a flower.

At this moment, Professor Zhang, or Coach Zhang, came online as the private dean, showing his bestiality and words.

It’s great to be a cultured person. Being lustful is not called being lustful, it’s called being romantic. With thousands of excuses and thousands of reasons, there is always one that suits you.

When I returned to Shikumen, I was startled to see several men in military uniforms and plainclothes standing at the door.

While my mind was racing, where did the mistake go?

I went through all the things I had done since I came to Shanghai.

Making money in the casino and pretending to be a ghost to kill ghosts can be summed up in two major things: one is making money and the other is killing ghosts. There is no more than three times the limit, and you know it very well.

It's totally unreasonable and unscrupulous to come after me.

"Mr. Lu?"

A plainclothes officer asked with a smile.

"It's me, who are you?"

"Patrol Chief Gu Zhengsan, these are French Patrol Chief Gary Abel and translator Gu Shirong. We want to ask you about the situation."

"Hello everyone, thank you for coming all this way. If you call me, I'll come over myself. It's a bit cold, why don't you come into my humble abode and sit down and talk."

Zhang Aiguo smiled slightly, his tone gentle and calm.

"Bon"

The foreigners took the lead and walked in one after another.

"please."

When Tao Youju saw a group of policemen entering his house, he was worried that something might happen and panicked. He hurriedly got out of the car and called for help.

He hung up the phone and hurried back to the yard.

"Youju, go to the cellar and get two bottles of red wine. They should be French. I don't think he knows what they are. Go and take a look."

Seeing the two people leaving, a plainclothes officer tried to reach out to stop them.

"Do not"

The action was stopped by the French patrol captain.

"We need to have the etiquette to respect gentlemen and not act barbarically."

The patrolman who was observing at the alley entrance brought news that there was a car, with a driver and guard.

Having assets will naturally make you valued and looked up to. The prosperity of the economy has only developed after the influx of Chinese people, and retail has always been the strong point of the French.

Two bottles of red wine produced in Bordeaux Medoc were brought up wrapped in a white towel, along with a decanter and a glass.

"Who wants a drink?"

A few foreigners smiled and filled their glasses with bloody red wine.

"Here's to freedom!"

"Here's to freedom!"

After tasting it, it was still the Chinese patrol captain who was proactive. The Japanese were not panicking, but it was anxious.

The Chinese people did their best when working for the Japanese. Zhang Aiguo was very curious and did not see the legendary slacking off.

Damn, it seems that rumors are not credible. Don’t make rumors, don’t spread rumors, and don’t believe rumors. Where would the waves come from without wind?

Could it be the wind blowing in from Siberia?

There were many mixed thoughts in his mind, but his expression did not change, and he did not give anyone an opportunity to attack him.

"Mr. Lu, I think your men have served in the military."

"Captain Gu has a good eye. The guards left by my father have been with us for many years. I really can't bear to dismiss them. Life outside is so difficult now. Only the French Concession is a peaceful place. That's why everyone followed me."

"Mr. Lu, how many people are there? Can they carry guns? Can they have licenses?"

"There are only four of us. You are welcome. Show us your weapons and licenses."

It must be legal on the surface so that no one can find fault with it.

"I have a few questions. I hope Mr. Lu will cooperate."

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you everything I know. I'm Lu, an open-minded person. I'm a small businessman. I've been able to read for many years, so I still understand some principles."

"Mr. Lu, have you ever learned martial arts?"

"I have practiced. My father was a soldier, so I had no choice but to learn some unconventional skills. Eventually, I fell into poverty. Later, I traveled abroad, but it was hard to leave my homeland, so I came back."

"That,"

Zhang Aiguo waved his hand, signaling the other party to listen to him and not to cross it out.

"After my father stepped down, he passed away. I really don't want to mention his name. I feel guilty about it. I am ashamed to have lived to this day. I hope you can understand."

The implication is that the other party should stop talking nonsense, get straight to the point and get to the point.

"If you have any questions, just ask directly. Please bear with me."

"Can Mr. Lu possess a firearm?"

"No, there is danger. My guards can't stop it. What can I do with a gun?"

“It’s still useful.”

"When my father was alive, he didn't like me wielding a spear or a club. He said that reading would improve my mind and neglect my martial arts. If I really had to go into battle myself, how long would I have lived? Don't you think that makes sense?"

The next question is where he had been, who can testify, whether he had been to the Chinese area and the International Settlement, whether he would mind a search, and whether he had any guns such as turtle boxes.

From being aggressive at the beginning to being approachable now, the tone of questioning has softened and turned into a chat between friends.

Having guards similar to those of a house-born child makes one cautious in order to avoid being shot from behind.

I've heard for a long time that warlords, big and small, are not good at fighting wars but are good at making money. Today I see that their reputation is well-deserved.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse. A car, a shop, and a woman, plus a house, will make people envious, jealous, and hateful.

The object of the search, the turtle box, was the key. This was not taken into consideration in a fit of rage. Based on the principle of whoever takes action benefits, the Li people were naturally suspected.

The high-pressure stance now taken is that the Police Department has asked the Detective Department and the Political Department to work together with the various police stations to begin a top-down investigation within the concession, giving priority to those who have the financial resources to purchase guns.

As for whether the foreigners investigate or not, it's up to them to do it themselves. It's because the Chinese people have a low status.

There are many people detained in the detention center, which is actually a means of making money.

We can only say that they are unlucky. Innocent people will be sacrificed. It is normal to make sacrifices for the overall situation of the War of Resistance. We should understand it.

Of course it's not my turn to sacrifice myself, everything is understandable, it's easy to say.

"Captain, I have finished my questions. Do you have anything else to add that I haven't thought of?"

"OK, that's it."

"Mr. Lu, you are welcome to come to the police station. We need the assistance of enlightened gentlemen. The public security environment depends on everyone's joint efforts. This is our common home."

"Yes, yes, I will definitely come to visit you someday, Mr. Patrolman. You have done a lot for the people. Don't worry, I will definitely visit you someday."

"Then we'll take our leave."

The translator conveyed the patrol captain's wishes.

"This is a small gift from me. Everyone should have one. It's a token of respect."

It’s free stuff, go back to where it came from, and each person gets a bottle of red wine.

As for money, unless I want to give it and get something else, it will flow from one hand to the other.

Common homeland, bullshit, what are you dreaming about? We are of different races. This is China’s land, how can we allow foreigners to have fun here?

Zhang Aiguo mocked silently that France seemed to have been conquered by black and turned into a hybrid sandy land.

But when I think of Guangzhou, there is black garbage everywhere, which is stronger than milk.

The overall situation has nothing to do with an ordinary person. The input and output are not proportional. Don't have too high expectations over time.

This era and that era, each generation is different, but everything is the same!