520 Picking up garbage and marrying into a wealthy family

Unable to hold back the laughter, it leaked out from his mouth. Xiang Huanian immediately covered it with his hands, trying to make amends, but there were too few people present, and Xiang Huanian and the security guard were sitting only three steps away from Kishida Tokue, very close.

So, as soon as Xiang Huanian smiled, Kishida Tokue quickly caught him.

He glanced at Xiang Huanian, frowned, and a hint of contempt appeared in his eyes.

Xiang Huanian saw it clearly: "?" It's worthy of being a Japanese production, it's so narrow-minded.

At the scene, Xiang Huanian was not the only one who noticed Kishida Toku's bad behavior.

Chinese people are patriotic at heart.

The patriotic Chinese people have a strong national complex towards the Japanese who have committed heinous crimes, refused to face up to history, have done nothing in recent years, and want to drag the people of the world, especially the Chinese people, into their perversion.

So, just now, when they heard the colonel's voice, all the Chinese people's tired spirits perked up.

The antenna on his head that was used to search for natural enemies suddenly stood up, and his eagle-like eyes were all focused on Kishida Dequ.

"Hello, Mr. Kishida, this is a wicked gentleman. Oh, no, hello, please fill out the information form first. Do you know Chinese? It would be best if you could write in Chinese."

The friendly-looking policewoman, after deliberately calling the wrong name, handed Kishida Tokusuke a piece of paper and a pen, and "forced" him to write in Chinese.

She would never tell him that there were actually special forms for foreigners.

Humph, it's his fault for bullying the girl with his eyes right from the start.

Those who knew about the situation at the scene did not point it out. They just watched the little Japanese man holding a pen, frowning, wanting to say something but hesitant to do so, but still filling out the form resignedly. They felt happy in their hearts.

"I've filled it out. Where's my wife?"

After filling out the form with great difficulty, Kishida Tokusuke got straight to the point.

"She's still being interrogated in private. You have to wait until she finishes. Sit over there and wait."

The female police officer put the information away and sorted it out, then pointed to the row of chairs where Kishida Tokue was waiting.

Kishida Toku, who thought he could take the person away by filling out the information: "..."

But he remembered that this was Chinese territory after all, so he didn't dare to act rashly. He muttered twice, and with a lot of anger in his heart, he found an empty seat and sat down.

After sitting quietly like this for a while, Kishida Tokusuke felt as if there were needles prickling under his butt, and he twisted and turned. The old chairs also creaked with his twisting movements.

How should I put it? If you just make a steady noise all the time, people can adapt to it. But if it comes every now and then, it's even more unbearable than taking an electric drill or hammer and hitting it repeatedly during the weekend, as if trying to drive the drill or hammer into the brain.

Before everyone's patience reached its critical point, Kishida Tokusuke's phone rang.

He first took out the mobile phone on his chest in annoyance, but after seeing the caller ID, he stood up and started shouting "Private Marseille" and "Haiyi Haiyi" to the person on the other end of the phone.

Although the person on the other end of the phone couldn't see it at all, Kishida Noku still nodded every time he responded, and even bowed deeply from time to time. People watching thought that this Japanese colonel might have something wrong with his brain.

Finally, with a "Bageyalu" that could be heard through the phone and a series of unclear "se me zi xi lo", the call was hung up.

Kishida Dequ put the phone away while muttering to himself. Then he walked towards the police officer at the front desk again, slammed his briefcase on the table, and said to her angrily:

"Where is the person who reported the case? I want to see him!"

"Sir, if you have this attitude, our reporter has the right to refuse your request for an interview."

The policewoman was not easily frightened. She sat in her seat, not at all afraid of the suddenly angry Japanese.

Kishida Toku was frustrated again, impatiently tugging at his tie. After taking a few deep breaths, he adjusted himself and tried to speak again in a normal tone:

"Excuse me, where is the person who reported the case? I need to see him/her."

The other party was at least polite. The police officer had no choice but to reply:

"Okay, I can only call and ask for you. If the other party is unwilling..."

What was left unsaid was that Kishida Tokusuke should not use illegal means to force his way. Although he was dissatisfied, Kishida Tokusuke had already planned to solve the problem with money. He believed that no one would refuse his monetary settlement method.

Call up?

Isn’t she sitting here? The police officer is really humorous... Wait a minute.

Xiang Huanian realized that the female police officer was giving herself the maximum choice. If she didn't want to contact Kishida Deque, she could just refuse over the phone. Kishida Deque had no evidence and didn't know what the person on the phone looked like anyway.

Really, countless times, I have been touched by such thoughtful care.

Xiang Huanian was touched, but because of her personality, she was embarrassed to trouble the policewoman to do such a "borderline" thing. The Japanese are difficult to deal with. If she is not careful, what if he finds out and complains about her?

So, the moment his phone rang, Xiang Huanian firmly pressed the answer button.

The same voice rang out from the phone and in the hall:

"Hello, this is Ms. Qian, the woman you reported the case to. Her husband wants to see you. Would you like to meet him?"

"Thank you. I..."

Xiang Huanian wanted to express his gratitude first, thanking the other party for considering him, but before the police officer could hear Xiang Huanian's reply, Kishida Deque, who had been waiting for this moment, jumped up from the table before anyone could react, snatched the police officer's phone microphone, and shouted into the microphone:

"I'll give you 10,000 if you drop the case!"

The roar resounded through the sky.

Xiang Huanian quickly moved the microphone away from his ear to save his eardrums from being damaged by Ms. Qian's crowing and having to endure her husband's unpleasant roar.

"Hello? Hello! Speak! Can't you hear me?"

Kishida Dequ, who couldn't wait even a second, held the receiver and shouted, fearing that the other party couldn't hear the conditions he offered.

But there was still no sound in the receiver. Before Kishida Toku's patience reached its limit and he could shout again, a voice came from the receiver:

"Huh, neon coins?"

"Huh, neon coins?"

But in reality, the same sneer as that in the receiver rang out in my ears.

The double surround sound made Kishida Tokuchi feel a chill on his back. In this hot summer day, he was scared to death.

At that moment, Kishida Tokue thought a lot. The revolving lantern of his life kept appearing before his eyes, from the small things like bedwetting as a child to the big things like the arrogant expression he had on his face when his superiors assigned him to infiltrate China in recent years...

In just such a short moment, Kishida Toku had even thought about his own affairs after his death.

He once wondered if he had been under too much pressure recently, or if he had been bewitched by China?