I want to be a good person

On May 23, 5, Zhang Aiguo was on a train going alone to Tianjin North Railway Station to exchange dollars for gold. The color yellow brings greed, naked desire.

What about family and country feelings?

Zhang Aiguo took this question very seriously and confirmed it over and over again. God gave him one chance, which was to kill one more Japanese soldier and pay the blood debt with blood. He didn't need to think about the rest. He was just an ordinary person with many choices, but who was truly selfless?

Time will eventually prove everything, but we don’t want to see it. Life is a place of confusion.

"Gudong"

He took a sip of the Five Star beer produced in Shuanghe.

It is worthy of being the gold medal winner of the 1929 Panama International Exposition and a genuine domestic product.

After exiting the train station, the sky outside was grey and Japanese ronin could be seen everywhere on the street. The girls carried pillows on their backs for the convenience of mating and their wooden clogs tapped on their feet, as if they were shouting out the love moves that I was best at.

The things passed down from ancient China and our ancestors' stuff are jokingly called feudal dregs, but why didn't the Japanese abandon China's ancient culture and knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine?

The west wind is blowing eastwards. Is it the southwest wind or the northwest wind? Or is someone deliberately fanning the flames?

Celebrities in society are following the trend by setting an example themselves. No matter what the trend is, the foreigners are right anyway.

People in the upper class do the most despicable things, while the masses at the bottom flaunt their own moral integrity, are complacent, and are being PUAed.

It's confusing and I can't figure it out, so I won't think about it anymore.

People in Tianjin call rickshaws "rubber rickshaws". The Japanese devils' North China Garrison Army Headquarters was set up in Haiguang Temple in Tianjin.

Zhang Aiguo waved his hand, a rickshaw stopped in front of him, and he stepped into the car.

"Asahi Street North"

"Okay, sit down."

Cars, trucks, bicycles, and rickshaws are traveling on the road, and there is a large flow of people.

Bars, dance halls, cafes, foreign hotels and Western pastry shops flashed by along the way. Zhang Aiguo planned to settle down on Xu Street in the Japanese Concession first. That place was a distribution center for prostitution, gambling, drugs and arms trafficking, and he could earn some money along the way.

Zhang Aiguo had judged that the purchase of gold would not be completed in a day or two, and his stay here would definitely be long. He would see if there were any Italian merchants who could take over the opium. If not, he could order some good munitions and use the opium to make up for the loss.

“Ding ding ding”

The yellow tram rang warning bells to indicate stops, picking up and dropping off passengers, and moved slowly along the track.

"Sir, I can only take you here."

"Why?"

"I only have a license plate for the British and French Concessions, so I can't enter the Japanese Concession. Otherwise, my car will be confiscated. Please bear with me."

"Why is that?"

"One sign costs one fee. It hasn't been processed yet. If you take two steps from here, you will be in the Japanese Concession after you leave the French Concession. Please bear with me."

"Okay"

Zhang Aiguo paid the money and walked slowly. He came here to exchange gold and make a fortune. There was no need to have a conflict with ordinary people. It was not worth it, especially with a foreigner, so as to avoid being hindered everywhere.

The rickshaw pullers are also miserable people. It is said that their life span is not long and they are prone to damage their essence. They die at the age of 40. Why should the poor make things difficult for the poor?

The prosperity of the Japanese Concession was still visible to the naked eye. There were many shops on both sides, most of which were owned by Chinese people. There were silk shops, specialty stores, photo studios, shops selling dried and fresh fruits, shops selling cakes and candies, restaurants, hotels, and bathhouses.

Seeing the plaque on the door of Deyi Building, Zhang Aiguo stopped. It was a good name and had an auspicious sound.

"Sir, you want accommodation?"

Seeing Zhang Aiguo coming in, a waiter came forward.

"I want to stay for ten days or half a month. Is there any discount?"

"Sir, you are joking. We have a fixed price here. We rely on our service. The nobles in old Beijing also like to stay here."

“There can’t be a regular customer price”

"Sir, why would I lie to you? I really am not lying. Just walk down this street for a little while, and you will find all the high-class prostitutes in Tianjin. If you want to smoke, there are a row of opium dens. If you want to have fun, there are a lot of theaters. You can eat, drink and have fun all day long. You will feel comfortable from head to toe."

“So complete”

"If you still want to buy some opium, we sell it in our hotel. We are all regular guests. If you are worried, those Japanese and Korean companies and pharmacies sell opium. If you want to buy some self-defense equipment, they also have it."

Zhang Aiguo felt that the two words "virtue" and "righteousness" were damn ironic. They sounded smug, as actions and words were usually the opposite.

"In the entire Japanese Concession, Xu Street is the most prosperous and famous in the whole of North China. You won't believe me even if I tell you more. You will know once you leave."

"Come on, the whole room."

"Okay, sir, I need to register your ID card."

"Do you still need to register?"

"Sir, I'm sorry, but the Japanese asked us to register for your own good. Otherwise, it would be very troublesome if we find out. The Military Police Headquarters is not far away."

"Give"

After paying the money, the waiter carried the suitcase and led the way upstairs. The Japanese had required at the beginning of construction that new buildings must be three stories high or higher.

Zhang Aiguo watched the waiter open the door and handed him the key.

He took out a dime and gave it to Xiaozhang.

The waiter took the bill and said with a smile: "Sir, since this is your first time here, I would like to remind you that you must carry your ID with you. Not only will the police check it, but the military police will also check it. Even if you are riding a tram or walking, they will check it. If you don't have it with you, you will be fined at the very least, or even be considered an anti-Japanese element. Once you are in the military police, you will not be able to leave in one piece."

"Thanks"

"If you have any questions, just call me. I'm usually in the lobby downstairs. My name is Xiao Song."

“Here, you’re great.”

"Thank you, sir"

Zhang Aiguo handed over another dime.

After putting down his luggage, Zhang Aiguo took a nap, changed into a green gown and top hat, and went downstairs to check out the place.

The neon lights on the street began to light up, and the life of extravagance and decadence was about to be opened by the dark hand of night.

There are really all kinds of shops, restaurants, hotels, photo studios, and brothels on both sides of the road. Theaters, cinemas, and tea gardens are located next to each other, and cheers can be heard from time to time.

The woman wearing a cheongsam with a wide slit, with light makeup on, and a bee-like waist, was wearing high heels. Her round buttocks were twisted in two, and the fat was tightly held by the collar, ready to burst out.

The men holding hands were wearing suits and looked very elegant.

"Bah, scum"

Zhang Aiguo spat vigorously. Damn, people on the street were twisting their butts like little motors, looking so treacherous. You can tell at a glance that they are in finance, either securities or banks, and they are so open-minded.

There were also some people with permed hair and wearing long robes. They all looked like decent people, but were shameless and vulgar behind their backs. Zhang Aiguo cursed in his heart, thinking that they were all being taken advantage of by pigs.

The streets were full of poor men, some were pulling carts, some were diligently helping to open doors, secretly swallowing their saliva, and some were like Zhang Aiguo, spitting sour water, full of resentment...

From ancient times to the present, money always flows to those who have no shortage of money, and the rich become richer. Love always flows to those who have no shortage of love, and they are about to be soaked.

The damn old society was truly an era of moral decay and breakdown, where the powerful and wealthy did whatever they wanted and were greedy and shameless. This was the fairness and equality they advocated, the morality and happiness they advocated, and the new life they advocated!

It's like a dream!

"Nonsence"

Zhang Aiguo believes that he is definitely not a lustful person. The flowers are blooming on the roadside, so why shouldn’t he appreciate them? He just wonders why it is not him. He really wants to experience some local customs and appreciate different scenery.

At the entrance of Tianxian Theater, Zhang Aiguo felt that he should go in to enjoy the performance of the actors, to see the difference between famous actors, movie stars and big names, to experience the current atmosphere in the circle, and to see whether the circle is really chaotic.

"gentlemen"

A woman's voice came from behind me, with charm and tenderness squeezed into it, as if the voice was squeezed out.

Zhang Aiguo turned around when he heard the voice and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"what"