Spy Wars: I can get rewards by being a bully!

Because of his relationship with the Military Police Headquarters, Miyamoto's business grew bigger and bigger, and naturally his business became more and more grand.

Miyamoto Trading Company also purchased a car for Mr. Miyamoto to use for travel.

This is not a "cheap" Ford T model, but a Lincoln bought from Tianjin, which cost more than 7,000 yuan, enough to buy nearly three Ford cars.

The two men got into the car. The driver was wearing black clothes and white gloves and looked very professional.

These drivers were hired from Tianjin, and their monthly salary was incredibly high, close to two hundred yuan, which was comparable to that of a university professor.

When we arrived at the Six Nations Hotel in the inner city, the entrance was already full of cars.

From time to time, dancers in flashy backless dresses walked by, and the neon lights came on, making Lin Ze feel a little emotional.

I don’t know what night it is!

Miyamoto was wearing a black tuxedo, but unfortunately he was short and fat, looking like a penguin, which made Lin Ze next to him look even more handsome. Many socialites turned their eyes to him.

The security at the door was very tight, checking invitations one by one and conducting a simple body search.

The cocktail party was held in the cold restaurant on the second floor of the Six Nations Hotel.

Long tables covered with white tablecloths were lined up, piled with all kinds of food, and above them were sparkling crystal chandeliers.

Elegant men and women were chatting in low voices while holding champagne glasses, and some were dancing slowly to the music.

After a while, an old man wearing a darkly embroidered satin jacket came to the microphone and the music stopped at the right time.

"Everyone! Everyone! Today is a special reception for the friendship between the two countries hosted by the Peking Governing Committee. Important figures from all walks of life are present. Let us welcome with applause the Peking Military Police Command of the North China Garrison Army of the Empire of Japan, the Peking Governing Committee, the education community, the business community, and all friends who are committed to the friendship between the two countries!"

Everyone was very respectful and applauded enthusiastically.

Then the old man said, "Please invite the chairman of the Governance Committee and the special mayor of Beiping to give a speech!"

Then, an even older man came up and mumbled a few words, and everyone applauded as usual.

Lin Ze looked at the man and knew that this was Jiang Shiyao. In fact, this grandson was the highest official of the Infantry Commander's Office, the predecessor of the Beijing Police Department.

It seemed that Mr. Jiang was old and didn't like this kind of occasion. He said a few words and left in a hurry.

Then the music started again, and everyone continued to look for fish and shrimps. Some were whispering about business, some were arm in arm and patting their wives, and some were whispering in the corner, plotting something.

Miyamoto seemed to enjoy this kind of social activity, and pulled Lin Ze, "Lin-san, come on, I'll introduce you to Major Kitahara."

Afterwards, Miyamoto brought Lin Ze to a middle-aged man in military uniform. The two chatted warmly and even made a few dirty jokes. Then Miyamoto said to Kitahara Ransuke in a serious tone: "Kitahara-kun, this is the Lin Ze I mentioned to you. Lin-san, this is Kitahara-kun, the military police headquarters..."

Before Miyamoto finished introducing Kitahara Ransuke's title, Kitahara interrupted and said, "Miyamoto, let's just drink today. Why talk about those things? Lin-san, I'm glad to see you. Thank you for saving Miyamoto!"

Lin Zeyi saluted and said in Japanese: "It is the duty of every patrolman to maintain the goodwill between the two countries!"

Kitahara was very interested, "Oh? Lin-san can speak Japanese!"

Lin Ze said, "I learned from Mr. and Mrs. Miyamoto. We are close neighbors. Commander Kitahara, I also worked at the Military Police Headquarters. It was an operation that drew patrol officers from various places to carry out arrests."

Kitahara Ransuke was very satisfied, "Very good, I feel your loyalty to the Empire of Japan! If there is a chance in the future, I will pay attention to your development!"

Miyamoto was very happy. It seemed that his old classmate was giving him face. There should be no problem in Lin-san's path to progress.

Just as he was about to talk to his old classmate, a man in his thirties came over with a glass of wine and said to Kitahara Ransuke, "Mr. Kitahara, thank you very much for your care these days."

Kitahara Ransuke's Chinese was only so-so. He smiled and said stiffly, "You're welcome."

Then Jiliwala said to Miyamoto, "Miyamoto-kun, this is Zhou. We plan to have him work in the Logistics and Supply Management Office of the Peking Governance Committee. You can cooperate with us more in the future."

Lin Ze next to him had already recognized this person.

Zhou Sijing!

Former colonel staff officer of the Second War Zone Command!

A traitor who sells out his country for personal gain!

These Japanese are really spending a lot of money. The Logistics and Supply Management Office is a job that is as lucrative as it can be!

Zhou Sijing nodded and chatted with Miyamoto.

This grandson was quite talkative. After a while, he took the initiative to clink glasses with Lin Ze and asked, "My little brother, where are you working?"

Lin Ze smiled and said, "It's not a high position, just a small patrol captain."

Zhou Sijing was not looking down on others. "Look at my brother, he is a handsome man with outstanding abilities. It seems that the position of director is just around the corner."

It's a pity that he is a traitor even though he is so good at talking.

How to kill him?

We can’t do it at this cocktail party, but we will have a chance after he takes up a position in the Logistics and Supply Management Office.

The two of them started chatting with smiles on their faces. Both of them were good at talking, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Zhou Sijing drank a few glasses of wine and gradually became more talkative. "Brother, I see you have a good relationship with the Japanese?"

Lin Ze smiled and said, "Is there anyone who can come here who has a bad relationship with the Japanese?"

Zhou Sijing laughed loudly, "Brother, you are right. I think the world will probably be ruled by the Japanese in the future. I don't know why those people fought so hard. The Yuan Dynasty destroyed the Song Dynasty, and the Qing Dynasty destroyed the Ming Dynasty. It was just a change of dynasties. Were the Mongols and the Jurchens not foreign races at that time?"

Lin Ze really wanted to pull out his gun and shoot this grandson right now.

Afterwards, Zhou Sijing was like a social terrorist, chatting with everyone he met.

Lin Ze was a little confused.

This grandson just surrendered to the Japanese with such fanfare, isn't he afraid that someone will kill him?

After the cocktail party, Miyamoto was already drunk.

Lin Ze helped him into the car and sent him home.

"Dong dong dong."

Mieko opened the door.

As soon as he saw Lin Ze, his eyes lit up.

"Jun Lin!"

Lin Ze nodded, "Mr. Miyamoto is drunk."

Mieko ran to cook a bowl of sobering soup.

Miyamoto was deeply moved and kept saying, "Mieko, you are so nice. I, Miyamoto, have made a lot of money. You will live a life of wealth and prosperity and will never have to worry about food and clothing."

After drinking the sobering soup, Miyamoto fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Mieko crawled towards Lin Ze.

"Mr. Lin..."

That night, the two discussed many issues and even argued endlessly.

Fortunately, Mieko was eloquent and finally convinced Lin Ze.

To express his gratitude, Lin Ze also taught a set of ancestral stick techniques.

Next door, two sisters were doing needlework under the lamp.

Ruoxue suddenly raised her head.

"Sister, did you hear the dog barking?"

Xiyue listened carefully and said, "No, Ruoxue, you must have heard it wrong."