1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

Several Fujiwara no Ieyasu had already been hiding near this slum area as a watchdog to prevent any unspeakable incidents from happening.

It's sad to say that嵯娥浩 has been kidnapped by him for such a long time and has not gone to school, but her family didn't even ask a question about it.

No wonder she was married to Aisin-Gioro Puyi so easily in history.

"this..."

Tianbiandao was extremely hesitant and answered after a while:

"Master,嵯...She is dressed too well. It's easy for someone to notice her."

"Am I okay?"

Saga Hiro looked around at his clothes in astonishment.

This was the most tattered piece of clothing she had borrowed from the lowest servant in the Fujiwara family!

But she soon realized that what Tanabe Ina said was true;

Not to mention the material, fabric and style, at least her clothes were not covered with patches of all sizes, nor were they so dirty that they were unsightly.

"Then get your wife some of her clothes and I'll pay for them."

"this..."

"Go!"

"Yes!!"

Tianbiandao ran back to the shack and took out a few smelly, patched, gray thick clothes. He patted them carefully for a long time before handing them to Saga Hao with embarrassment.

The latter just sniffed it and was almost vomited by the strange smell that was a mixture of sweat, blood, sewage and food, not to mention the greasy feel.

But under the gentle gaze of Fujiwara Kanezane, Miss Saga gritted her teeth, walked into the shack, and quickly changed. Her originally graceful figure was immediately completely covered by the heavy clothes.

Fujiwara no Kanezane took a look, walked up to her and ruffled her hair, picked up some dirt from the ground, and deliberately made her face dirty.

Thus, an "old woman" who looked no different from an ordinary poor person if you didn't look closely was born.

Fujiwara Kanezane was very satisfied with his "work" and clapped his hands:

"Okay, from today on, you'll be called Tanabe Miko, your distant cousin from Tanabe Inago."

"Yes... Brother..."

Saga Hiro breathed hard, and Fujiwara Kanezane stuffed a copper whistle into his arms:

"If you want to give up or are in danger, blow this whistle and someone will come to rescue you. If you are caught, report the name of the Saionji family or Toyama Mitsuru. Do you understand?"

"Ming...understand."

"I'm leaving."

"Farewell, young master."

"Brother...Goodbye, Brother."

As soon as Fujiwara no Kanezane left, Saga Hiro fell into a brief confusion and stood there motionless. Tanabe Ina came forward timidly:

"Sister..."

"Now, I am your sister, Brother Dao."

"This is unacceptable! This is unacceptable!"

Hearing this, Saga Hiro immediately regained some of the momentum he had when he commanded the Justice Corps to charge in and out, slaughtering the gangs:

"Nothing is impossible. This is the order from my elder brother and me!"

"Yes Yes..."

"Then call me and try?"

"younger sister..."

"You can be more natural later."

Saga Hiro takes the lead:

"Take me to your house and tell me about your story, Brother Dao!"

"Yes...ok, cousin."

Just like that, accompanied by an increasingly strong stench, Miss Saga began her new life.

032 Fuck Your Golden Decade 1

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After arranging Miss Saga's experience trip and trying to get rid of Saionji Koichi who tried to harass him, and leaving behind the protection of Fujiwara no Ieyasu, Fujiwara no Kanezane boarded a passenger ship to Shanghai with his agent.

I won’t mention the troubles along the way.

At around 3 p.m. on the 18th, Fujiwara Kanezane, wearing a black suit, and his agent, wearing a light yellow Western-style long skirt, got off the boat at the Shanghai Sumitomo Hotel Pier.

Not to mention Fujiwara Kanezane, the agent was still wearing a mask and a wide-brimmed hat to cover up his extremely perfect appearance, and his clothes were also very loose to avoid attracting unnecessary attention and trouble.

Both of them dressed as much as possible to downplay their "Japanese" identity. After all, given the recent tensions, this identity would be too inconvenient if they wanted to operate on Chinese soil.

Having said that, given their height, it is difficult for them to be mistaken for Japanese. On the contrary, when they are active in Japan, they are often stared at as foreigners.

“…This is Shanghai…”

Coming here, Mark can finally speak Chinese without restraint, but his tone is not very good:

"Hmph, I'm always a little unhappy..."

The place where they disembarked belonged to the "Central District of the International Settlement", a land that would automatically make any Chinese with a bit of temper feel humiliated.

Separated by the Wusong River (also known as the Suzhou River), the northern part is the "International Settlement North District" and the "International Settlement East District", and the southwest direction is the "International Settlement West District" and the "French New Concession";

This concession area in Puxi is the core area of ​​the concession. It is overwhelmed by the cotton mills, silk reeling factories, docks, piers and warehouses.

Men and women of different skin colors, dressed in bright clothes, rub shoulders with each other, chatting and laughing, occasionally buying some small commodities, with happy smiles on their faces;

Walking on the street were tall, bearded Russians, neatly dressed but slightly fat Germans, and occasionally short Japanese officers and Japanese women in kimonos;

Some people were walking, some were riding in Western-style horse-drawn carriages, some were riding in rickshaws, and some were driving cars back and forth;

The sidewalk was too narrow, and a big-nosed man took off his hat to salute his friend across the street, but ended up putting his hat on the face of an Indian patrolman. The Indian immediately apologized profusely and quickly got out at the gentleman's impatient wave.

In short, Shanghai is full of "modern" and "international" business atmosphere, which is even better than Tokyo.

However, when Mark thought about the fact that this place was all a concession and some places even had the classic "Chinese and dogs not allowed" signs hanging, he became very unhappy.

In addition, this is Puxi, the territory of foreigners on Chinese soil. Looking towards the purely Chinese territory on the other side of Pudong, it is another hellish scene on earth.

Mark has good eyesight, and the agent's eyes have a built-in telescopic system. Plus, the river is not particularly wide, so he can see clearly.

There were practically no tall buildings on the east coast. Instead, there were low, gray, coffin-like houses. In front of the houses were bamboo poles with tattered clothes hanging on them, and dried fish hanging next to them.

On the shore, there were some ragged men and women carrying buckets of water or washing clothes, and many children and even adults were swimming or bathing naked;

On the river, ships came and went: supply vessels, barges, sailboats, and sampans, all crowded together, carefully avoiding each other under the control of the crews.

There are also many rafts of strange shapes on the river bank. They are made of pig bladders blown up and tied together side by side, covered with a layer of relatively fine bamboo poles.

It seems that this is the water transportation commonly used by residents.

However, none of the above surprised Mark much.

What really shocked this ordinary office worker from the 21st century was an old man smoking a cigarette on the shore. To be more precise, it was the "thing" in the old man's hand:

The old man tore off the last bit of fabric from the "thing" and held it in his arms. He threw the "thing" itself into the river. As the river flowed to the shore, Mark finally saw what it was:

The body of a completely naked child, with each rib clearly visible, whose age could not be determined due to being too thin and malnourished, and who had obviously starved to death.

The child's skin was thinly covered over his bones, and his eye sockets and cheeks were deeply sunken, making him look like a "skeleton". His hair was very brittle and broke immediately when it hit the rocks by the river.

Of course, this is not the scariest thing.

The most terrifying thing was that everyone around turned a blind eye to it, as if it was not a child's corpse that would shock the whole country in the future, but just ordinary weeds and debris floating on the river;

Even when a few policemen who came to the shore saw this scene, they did not show any surprise or discomfort. They just walked up and yelled something, and the old man opposite immediately slipped away.

So, they had no choice but to ask the captains of other ships with disgust to push the corpse away and let it flow into the sea.

Everything seems so "normal".

"...Commander, that's the corpse collector."

The agent understood this series of Shanghainese conversations and whispered in Mark's ear:

"What they meant was that these baby corpses should be thrown into a special 'baby tower', but this corpse collector..."

"You were lazy and didn't go, right?"

"Yes."

"..."

Mark's voice was suppressed and low.

Anyone with a modicum of conscience and morality who sees this scene will probably have only one thought in their mind:

Fuck the foreign invaders, fuck the Chiang Kai-shek dynasty, fuck all the bastards who brag about the Republic of China.

Without so many "fuck", it would be impossible to express Mark's mood at the moment.

Golden decade?

Fuck you.

I'll cut off your dick, feed it to your mother, chew it up, and then spit it out for her to eat. Then you can talk to me about this bullshit "Golden Decade".

A true international metropolis?

I'll chop your donkey's head off and throw it into the rural dry toilet to spend the rest of your life in the international metropolis with those yellow feces and white maggots.

Even so, according to the data, Shanghai is still undoubtedly the place with the highest living standard in China (no doubt);

So, it goes without saying what kind of hell the people in other parts of China are living in.

Mark suddenly remembered the online argument with a rare Apple fan before he traveled through time. At this moment, he just felt:

Damn it, my quality is really not low enough, and I didn’t criticize him harshly enough at that time.

If we send these insects through time again, we'll see if they can still blow it out.

Those who are still blowing with their necks stretched out, just throw them all into the Huangpu River to feed the fish!

Looking at the contrasting scenes between Jiangdong and Jiangxi, which seemed like heaven and hell, Mark stood there in silence for a long time.

"agent."

"commander?"

"I kind of regret it."

"..."

"I regret not bringing嵯娥浩 here to see this scene with her own eyes. She will definitely wake up immediately."

"..."

The agent said nothing.

She knew that the commander at this moment did not need an answer.

"agent."

"commander."

"In your time, Shanghai was covered in a massive explosion of collapsing fluid, right?"

"Yes, but Shanghai had already started rebuilding before I came here."

"What about the previous one?"

"I haven't seen it myself, I've only synced memory data from UMP45, UMP9, and other humanoids."

"Compared to this scene, where would you rather live?"

"I'm sorry, Commander, but I don't feel that way. I'd rather live where you live."