Rebirth of the Flying Era

Du Fei came to Dongyang and was in no hurry to take action.

This time things are unusual. Being reckless is not the answer, let alone taking measures similar to Posco's last time.

There is a saying, if you can’t solve the problem, solve the person who raised the problem.

Although this method is the fastest effective, it is not the best policy.

 Only when you are extremely urgent or have no other way, you will adopt this simple and crude method.

This time in Dongyang, Du Fei had no intention of doing this from the beginning.

 First of all, this was not an urgent matter in the first place, so why did he have to be sent this time? Isn’t it just that you don’t want him to stay in the capital~

If you are too anxious to go back, wouldn't it be that during the dinner, the boss will ask you to go out and buy cigarettes halfway through the meal?

Only a fool can fly away at the same speed and come back at the same speed.

 Secondly, some problems can be solved by killing people, and some problems cannot.

Du Fei came out of the mansion and got into a Toyota car, with only Ci Xin beside him.

Although in his current capacity, he is still on an official visit, and the probability of being in danger is very low, he still remains cautious and ensures nothing goes wrong.

 In many stories, the boss is eventually killed. There are generally two reasons. One is too much nonsense, and the other is carelessness and arrogance.

 Take a car to the place agreed in advance.

 This is an izakaya located near Tokyo Tower.

The house has a dark wooden front and looks very old. It has been in existence for I don’t know how many years.

Du Fei stepped in, and as he opened the door, he immediately remembered the clear and melodious sound of the bell.

 A boss lady wearing a traditional kimono immediately bowed and said "Welcome".

Du Fei nodded slightly and entered with compassion.

There were no guests inside. A young man was staring at the door. When he saw Du Fei, he immediately came forward and said in Chinese: "You are Mr. Du~ My name is Keizo Kojima, please come with me."

Du Fei nodded and followed the young man to the second floor.

There was an old man in a suit sitting in a small cubicle on the second floor. When he saw Du Fei, he immediately stood up, shook hands and said, "I'm here, Kazuo Yamada."

Du Fei shook hands with the old man and bowed slightly: "Sir Yamada, I am honored to meet you. I have heard Kenjiro talk about you for a long time. I have always hoped to ask for your help in person, and today I finally got my wish."

Yamada Kazuo laughed and said: "Comrade Du Fei, you are too polite. Quanzi also told me about you. You can be called a genius of the world..."

"No, it's Kenjiro who made the compliment." Du Fei was polite, and then the two of them sat down, and after another polite exchange of words, they got down to business.

Yamada Kazuo obviously knew the purpose of Du Fei's visit. He mentioned what happened at Daban a few days ago and expressed his regret.

 Then he asked Du Fei what his plans were.

Du Fei said: "Senior, based on your experience, what is the hope that this matter can be resolved through the Tokyo Palace?"

Yamada Kazuo pursed his lips and said thoughtfully: "Well...if I were you, I wouldn't place my hope on this. If I had to say how big the hope is, I can only say it's very slim."

Du Fei nodded, already knowing in his heart that Yamada Kazuo was quite sincere when he said this.

Du Fei then asked about the situation of some senior figures in Tokyo and their overt and covert relationships.

This is the real value of Kazuo Yamada. Many of the relationships here do not reach a certain status, and it is impossible to understand the secrets of them.

Some of the things that Kazuo Yamada said were not found by the domestic reporting department at all.

 About two hours later, Du Fei thanked him and left.

Yamada Kazuo sat by the window on the second floor, watching the streets below as Du Fei drove away.

At this time, the proprietress of the store came in and called "Sir."

Yamada Kazuo looked away and replied "Haruko~" without concealing his tiredness.

He is seventy years old after all, and talking to Du Fei for nearly two hours was quite exhausting.

The boss lady named Haruko gently came to Yamada Kazuo's back to massage him, and said softly: "Sir, are we really going to cooperate with the Huaguo people this time?"

Yamada Kazuo closed his eyes and said calmly: "This is Tokyo, America's world, and the power of flowers and fruits is too weak."

 At the end, Yamada Kazuo shook his head. He was not optimistic about Du Fei's prospects.

Whether it’s Sulian or Huaguo, as he just said, America’s world belongs to the East.

If Sulian and Huaguo were really good, they wouldn't just establish separatist regimes in remote areas like Hokkaido.

"Then you..." The woman has followed Kazuo Yamada for many years, and she can understand the meaning without having to finish the sentence.

 After a moment, Yamada Kazuo said: "Take care of our people and don't get involved."

"Hai~" the woman responded solemnly, and her mind could not help but think of the famous and handsome young man who had just left.

Even though it was her first time meeting him, she already knew his name.

 That person was regarded as a mentor by countless passionate young people from the East, and he was the planner of the Hokkaido base area.

It is no exaggeration to say that without this person, there would be no current situation in Japan.

 But this time, she was not optimistic about Du Fei.

 In her opinion, without the assistance of Yamada Kazuo, Du Fei would have really opened up the situation, because...this is Tokyo~

 At the other end, Du Fei was sitting in the back seat of the car.

Next to it is the loving kindness that closes the eyes and meditates.

Du Fei looked past Ci Xin, and the car happened to pass under the Tokyo Tower and flashed past Du Fei's sight.

Thinking about the information he had just obtained from Yamada Kazuo, Du Fei continued to perfect the plan in his mind.

 When they returned to the mansion, Shen Jiaxing and Luo Zhengming were waiting.

Du Fei had already made some calculations in his mind before he came. He just needed to confirm some things, so he didn't act rashly.

 After dinner, the three of them got together.

Du Fei held a stack of manuscript papers written by himself and placed them in front of Luo Zhengming: "Lao Luo, find a way to print out these pamphlets and distribute them. The scope should be large and the quantity should be large. Don't skimp on the cost. "

"Yes~" Luo Zhengwen responded, took the manuscript paper handed to him, looked through it quickly, and couldn't help but take a breath of air.

Du Fei gave him three pieces of content, the first one was called "The East Can Say 'No'", the second one was "The Orthodoxy of the Imperial Kingdom, Lasts Forever", and the third one was called "The Stolen Victory"...

"This..." Luo Zhengwen glanced quickly and suddenly looked at Du Fei.

Shen Jianing also wondered what Du Fei had given him to make Luo Zhengwen look like this.

Du Fei was very indifferent and met Luo Zhengwen's gaze: "What don't you understand?"

Luo Zhengwen frowned and said, "Do you want to use these things to stir up the emotions of Japanese people?"

Du Fei said matter-of-factly: "There is only one fundamental principle for victory in any struggle. Whatever the enemy wants, we must stop it. Whatever the enemy wants to stop, we must facilitate it. This time we come to Dongyang, our mission is very heavy." He glanced at Luo Zhengwen and Shen Jiaxing: "The key to this is America. Don't they want to take it out to see us and Dongyang fighting each other~ We won't let them do it!"

Shen Jiaxing said: "You want to add fuel to the fire to those old and young people in the East and let them attack America?" Du Fei chuckled and said: "Sister, you probably overestimated the courage of those people. They don't have the guts to attack America." Rika takes action. But... in the final analysis, the real enemy of these imperial remnants is America, and we have to remind them. And whether we can reverse the situation this time, the key depends on whether we can lure America into the water."

 …

 The next day, in a small shop next to Tokyo Women's University.

 Sakurai Rika was sitting in a booth on the second floor, looking at the two thick stacks of Fukuzawa Yukichi in front of her, with unconcealable greed in her beautiful eyes.

 This is two million yen!

 She comes from an ordinary background, her hometown is in the countryside of Kansai, but she has excelled academically since she was a child and was the pride of her family until high school.

　　Until she came to Tokyo to attend university, she was exposed to a previously unknown colorful world for the first time. After a brief resistance, she quickly fell.

However, being admitted to Tokyo Women's University proves that Sakurai Rika is very smart. She is just greedy but not stupid.

Looking at the money in front of her, she desperately resisted the urge to put it into her pocket immediately. She looked up at the man opposite: "Sir, I'm very sorry. Please explain what exactly you want me to do, otherwise this money..." As she said, He looked at the money on the table again and gritted his teeth: "Otherwise, I can't take the money."

Sitting opposite him was a middle-aged man, wearing a suit and black-rimmed glasses. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary office worker.

He smiled and said: "Miss Lihua, please don't worry, I am not a bad person, and I will not force you to do anything you don't want to do." As he spoke, he reached out and pushed the two piles of money forward: "These are just deposits. I’ll give you a big thank you after everything is done…”

At this point, the man paused, leaned forward, lowered his voice, and said a lot.

Rika Sakurai frowned after hearing this: "Is it that simple?"

The man smiled and said: "Of course, it is definitely not difficult for Miss Lihua."

　　Rika Sakurai was still a little worried, and whispered: "But...Americans...I have never been in contact with them before."

The man said: "It doesn't matter, I believe in Miss Lihua's charm."

Sakurai Rika frowned, her pretty little face full of hesitation.

After a few minutes, she finally calmed down and reached out to pick up Fukuzawa Yukichi on the table...

That night, there was a bar street near Tokyo Bay.

　　Rika Sakurai came out of a bar dressed beautifully.

American soldiers on vacation often appear here. Many of them are performing tasks on warships and have not seen women for a month or two. They finally come down here to have fun.

Most of the time, it’s just an ordinary money transaction, but sometimes there are ‘accidents’.

 …

At the same time, in a mansion shaded by pines and cypresses.

 An old man wearing a black kimono frowned and looked at the three booklets spread out on the coffee table in front of him.

 The printing is quite good, the binding is also very good, and it is not shoddy.

He has just read the content. It is very arousing to people's emotions, especially in Japan now. Due to the development in recent years, the economy has surpassed that of independent countries and has become the third largest country in the world.

 Rekindled the pride and passion in the hearts of Asian people.

 Showa men, never give up!

The old man's face was as dark as water, and he said in a deep voice: "Have you found the source? Who is this 'Yamamoto Hero'?"

 In the author column of the pamphlet, it is written as "Hero Yamamoto". This is just a name randomly given by Du Fei. This time he wants to completely release the emotions that have been accumulated by the Japanese people for more than 20 years.

 People all over the world have the same virtue. If a mouse has a gun in his waist, he will be willing to shoot a cat.

Just after the defeat, Dongyang was completely de-industrialized, and with the baptism of two mushroom bombs, they were obedient from the bottom of their hearts.

 But in recent years, as the economy has developed again, some people have begun to feel anxious again.

It’s just that America’s pressure kept them from thinking about it in their hearts.

"I'm very sorry, sir~" The young man with the secretary's appearance bowed and apologized: "Our people haven't found it yet, but... the first places where it spread should be in Tokyo University and Waseda."

The old man snorted, not surprised by this, and said solemnly: "Find the source as soon as possible... What's America's reaction?"

 The secretary said: “Not yet.”

"No response? Arrogant America." The old man said in a low voice, looking out the window: "I have a hunch that this is not a good thing."

The secretary asked: "Do I need to notify the police department to intervene?"

The old man's drooping cheeks shook, and he raised his hand and waved: "It's useless. There is no way to eliminate such privately circulated pamphlets."

The old man had some free time and asked again: "I asked you to stare at the flower and fruit man a few days ago..."

 “I’m very sorry~” the secretary bowed again: “They were on tight guard and didn’t get any useful information.”

 In fact, they have lost three elites so far.

 The three of them were all the top masters in their hands, but they died silently. No one was seen alive, and no body was seen after death.

This made them dare not approach the mansion where Du Fei stayed.

 As for the people who lost, there is no need to report them at all. Those so-called masters are just expendable goods in the eyes of the big shots.

 …

 In the following days, Du Fei made no further moves and waited patiently for things to progress.

Those pamphlets distributed need to be read by enough people, and more than one Miss Sakurai Rika took the money and stirred up the nerves of some soldiers.

This kind of thing is highly uncertain, and those drunken soldiers only occasionally do something outrageous.

 Until one week later.

It was already eleven o'clock at night, and Rika Sakurai was standing at the entrance of an alley not far from Bar Street.

 She was wearing relatively conservative sportswear and was very well-groomed, not a bit immodest.

Not far from her, four tall white men walked over drunkenly.

　　Rika Sakurai lowered her head and raised a smile at the corner of her mouth.

That's exactly what she's aiming for tonight...

 A moment later, a scream suddenly rang out in the night.

　　Rika Sakurai was dragged into the alley next to her. She struggled and screamed...acting as a victim.

　　Until a strong man punched her in the stomach impatiently, Sakurai Rika had never felt such pain.

At this moment, she realized that it was not easy to make money this time, and she could not just retreat casually.

But thinking about that large amount of money, it doesn’t seem to hurt so much.

Rika Sakurai has known since she was a child that making money has never been so easy.