Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

The sudden rain stopped, but the sky remained gloomy.

Inside the headquarters, Shen Jingyuan held the sealed document bag in his hand, passed through several heavily guarded checkpoints, and headed towards the depths.

The guard in front of the commander's office noticed the footsteps coming from the end of the corridor and couldn't help but squint his eyes. After seeing the figure of the person coming, he immediately straightened his back and saluted.

"Adjutant Shen! You're here."

"Yeah." Shen Jingyuan nodded slightly, his eyes passing the guards and falling on the closed door. He said calmly, "Is it not over yet?"

"Yes." The guard replied quickly.

Upon hearing this, Shen Jingyuan couldn't help but pursed his lips and raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist.

Seeing his expression, the guard unconsciously glanced towards the door, then lowered his voice and said, "The Japanese special envoy has been in there for more than two hours."

As he spoke, he took a half step closer to Shen Jingyuan and lowered his voice. "When I went in to change the tea just now, I saw that the commander's teacup had not been touched, and his face was..." At this point, he paused, as if he was choosing his words, "Not very good."

Upon hearing this, Shen Jingyuan's gaze lingered on the door handle for a moment. The door was heavy and he could not hear any sound from inside. But recalling Commander Lin's somewhat solemn expression when he left the headquarters at noon, his heart sank slightly, and his fingers unconsciously stroked the wax seal on the seal of the document bag.

"I understand." In the end, he just responded lightly and turned to walk towards the rest area on the other side of the corridor.

The air after the rain was a bit hot and humid. Shen Jingyuan stood in front of the window with a serious look in his eyes, as if he was observing the figures of soldiers training in the mud on the playground in the distance, or as if he was thinking about something through the soldiers.

After waiting for about a moment, he heard the sound of a door opening behind him. When Shen Jingyuan turned around, he saw the heavy wooden door opening inward.

A middle-aged man of medium build, wearing a well-ironed gray suit, stepped out. He leaned sideways with an overly attentive smile on his face. He pressed a black bowler hat to his chest and bowed deeply towards the door, his waist bent almost at a right angle.

"I will take my leave now. I am deeply sorry to have troubled you, Commander, today. I will definitely come back to listen to your teachings if I have the honor to do so in the future."

He spoke Chinese with perfect pronunciation, even with a touch of old-fashioned elegance, and his attitude was extremely humble, but when Shen Jingyuan heard it, he felt inexplicably disgusted and could not help pursing his lips.

I guess this is the Japanese special envoy who came to visit Commander Lin today. His name seems to be Takahashi. Shen Jingyuan frowned and stared at the man's back, thinking in his heart.

The former court was corrupt and cowardly, servile to foreign powers and heavy-handed at home. Under the threat of the great powers' gunboats, it signed a series of treaties that ceded territory and paid indemnities, and were humiliating and detrimental to the country.

It is precisely this cowardice and incompetence that has led to the humiliating situation today. Although we are on Chinese soil, there are foreigners everywhere who are eyeing us covetously. They walk arrogantly in the streets of China, as if this is their territory.

Especially in the Shanghai Concession, people from all over the world gathered together, and it was like a country within a country.

Blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners paraded through the streets with their elegantly dressed female companions, turbaned Sikh policemen brandished batons with a flourish, and high-nosed, deep-eyed White Russian aristocrats in exile were drunkenly enjoying themselves in cafés...

Foreigners of all kinds filled the land, turning it into a bizarre place. The saddest thing was that the Chinese had become the most humble existence on this land.

As a Chinese soldier, Shen Jingyuan naturally had no good feelings towards these people, and even disliked them. The undisguised sense of superiority and contempt for the Chinese in their eyes were like the cold and tall buildings in the concession, which were oppressive and condescending.

However, compared to those overseas foreigners with blond hair, blue eyes, deep eyes and high noses, what Shen Jingyuan disliked more in his heart were Japanese people like Takahashi who had black hair and black eyes and looked almost the same as Chinese people.

Although those Westerners from France and England relied on their powerful ships and guns and acted condescendingly, looking at the weak Chinese as if they were trapped animals in a cage, they at least maintained a certain hypocritical gentlemanly demeanor and most of the time were too lazy to deal with ordinary Chinese.

But the Japanese are different.

They live side by side with China, share the same language and culture, and have almost identical faces, but they are the best at stabbing people in the back. When dealing with Chinese people who also have black hair and black eyes, they never show mercy, and are more cruel and vicious than foreigners from other countries.