Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

Shen Jingyuan witnessed such a scene when he was wandering on the streets.

It was a cold winter day. A little homeless boy I knew hadn't had a bite to eat for three days and was so hungry that his hands and feet were weak.

When the child saw a man with black hair and black eyes, well-dressed and who looked like a wealthy Chinese businessman passing by, he could no longer bear it and stumbled towards him, wanting to ask for food, but accidentally soiled the trouser legs of the other person's straight trousers.

If it were those hot-tempered Westerners, a slap or a kick would be inevitable on the spot. Even more severe ones would at most break their limbs. This has long been a common occurrence in the concession.

The little street kid obviously understood this truth. He was so scared that his face turned pale. His thin body trembled like a dead leaf. He kept kowtowing and begging for mercy. The other street kids around him also held their breath and were worried about him.

However, to everyone's surprise, the gloomy Japanese merchant not only did not get angry, but instead showed a warm smile.

He personally helped the little street kid up, and even took out a handkerchief embroidered with gold thread to wipe the child's dirty face.

What was even more surprising was that he took out a brand new silver dollar from the inside pocket of his suit and placed it solemnly in the palm of the little street kid's hand.

The strangest thing was his next move.

The Japanese merchant bent down and whispered a few words in the little wanderer's ear. The expression on the child's face changed from initial horror to disbelief and finally to ecstasy in just a few seconds.

Then, under the envious gazes of the other street children, the little street child happily followed the gentle and elegant businessman away, and before leaving, he did not forget to show off the silver dollar in his hand to his companions.

Then the next day, someone found the body of the little homeless boy in the alley with his hands and feet chopped off and his stomach disemboweled.

And that alley was at the end of the street where he ran into the Japanese merchant yesterday.

If the foreigners who broke into China with their powerful ships and guns were violent and greedy tigers and wolves, then the ambitious Japanese who wore hypocritical masks were despicable and cold-blooded poisonous snakes, forcing people to be vigilant at all times to prevent being bitten by them suddenly.

Therefore, although Shen Jingyuan had dealt with many Japanese people who seemed to be gentle, easy-going and harmless, he still disliked them from the bottom of his heart.

Therefore, when he saw Gao Qiao coming out of Commander Lin's office, even though there was only a corridor between them, he did not intend to go forward. He just wanted to wait until he left before going in.

But he stood there without moving. Takahashi closed the door and turned around, but he noticed the young officer standing not far away.

He subconsciously narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment before he matched the young officer's appearance and name - Shen Jingyuan, the youngest military staff officer in the Shanghai Military Region, Commander Lin's nephew, and his most trusted adjutant.

Thinking of this, Gaoqiao's eyes suddenly flashed, and the smile that had faded reappeared on his face. He curled up the corners of his lips and walked towards Shen Jingyuan with a smile.

Seeing the man looking in his direction, Shen Jingyuan's face darkened slightly, and he subconsciously tried to avoid his sight, but in the blink of an eye, Gaoqiao was already walking towards him with a smile on his face.

If he avoided him again at this moment, it would inevitably seem deliberate, so Shen Jingyuan could only restrain his expression, stand there expressionlessly, and watch Gao Qiao walk up to him.

"May I ask if you are the Shanghai Army's Chief of Staff, Lord Shen Jingyuan?"