Chapter Thirty-Six: West Point Military Academy

  What's going on? Dong Zhiyu only felt that the continuous rotation of his brain tonight reached its peak after hearing this word. It was a mysterious and confusing web, from Dong Zhiyu's perspective, everything seemed to be connected to Huaijin.

  Firstly, it was suspicious that Huai Jin had come to meet with her in secret tonight. Secondly, Dou Yunfang was a place that Huai Jin often visited, and now, hearing it from Hui Yu's mouth, there was an inexplicable sense of eeriness. What remained were some vague connections: Huai Jin was somehow related to the Chi Kong Party, Hui Yu and Dong Shu had become entangled together, and Dong Shu was at the winery that Huai Jin often visited...

  "What's going on?" Matthew asked.

  Dong Zhiyu turned his head, looking at Matthew, and him, what kind of person is he? Last time, he helped himself by grasping the timing accurately. This time, he came with a "mantis catching cicada, yellow sparrow in the back". How much does he know?

  Matthew saw her staring at him with a pair of transparent eyes, but it seemed like she was looking through him to a distant place that was out of reach. He brushed his long brown hair back from his neck, "Are you okay?"

  Dong Zhiyu curled up the corner of her lips and gave him a forced smile. She suddenly had an idea that this world was playing some kind of game with her. Originally, she was a double agent, but now it seemed like she had become the biggest fool in the world, everything was shrouded in mystery.

  "What should I call you?" Dong Zhiyu turned back to ask Chen Ji.

  "True Era."

  "Miss Zhenji, I don't understand. How did you happen to see me? Why would you help a man from Taoguo? Which faction are you from?"

  "Is it clever?" Jingji turned her head to glance at her own balcony, and suddenly thought of Huaijin just climbing up from this place and coming down from here, with a faint flush on her face that wasn't hidden by the thick makeup. "This is originally Miss Dong's family estate, I've been waiting here after receiving Mr. Dong's entrustment, I suppose you'll still come back to Shanghai to take a look. As for your other two questions, I also told another person tonight, I love the great Japanese nation, but I oppose war, I will help people of any nationality and ethnicity, as long as I can be of assistance."

  "Who is that person? Why are you telling her these things?"

  Zhen Ji gazed at Dong Zhiyu with an inexplicable look in her eyes, and a hint of tenderness flashed across her gaze. "That person," she shifted her gaze away, and the tenderness that had just appeared seemed to intensify, transforming into a blush. "Is someone I admire, and telling her these things is to make her feel at ease."

  Dong Zhiyu looked at the subtle changes on her face, and suddenly felt puzzled. Was she still talking about Huai Jin? This... feeling was a bit off... She stared into Chen Ji's eyes, speculating to herself, when suddenly, vaguely, she felt her cheeks burning, but didn't know why, and felt a little annoyed. "Thank you," she said, then turned around and walked towards the alley entrance. Matthew only understood one sentence, and hurriedly followed after her.

  She took off her military uniform and put on the clothes from her daughter's house, sat alone by the bed, organizing in her mind the clues she had obtained tonight. No, to be precise, this was no longer a clue, but solid intelligence. He Tiesheng, so to speak, had left his faction and gone to Shanghai to rely on the Green Gang. It was no wonder that he couldn't be found in the military roster. In that case, it was very likely that he had been bought by the Japanese and was doing things for them. Ying Sui's trip from Shanghai to Xuanwu might have been just to meet him, after all, Shanghai was full of Green Gang members and informants from various anti-Japanese camps, and they would be taking a great risk if they were to secretly meet in Shanghai. So both of them came to Xuanwu. The list mentioned by Zhenji might be related to Lu Zhongning's capture, but who else was on that list? How much damage could it do? Huaijin felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.

  Suddenly, she thought of that photo. For Dong Zhiyu, the whole thing was like a chess game, but for Huai Jin, it was just an unexpected coincidence. The Hui Guo Club, which he often visited, turned out to be built on the site of Dong Zhiyu's old house. He had only known that her ancestral home was in Xuanwu, and later there was a family upheaval, after which she went to Shanghai to rely on her aunt. Now he was curious - what kind of family upheaval was it?

  She put on her outer clothes again and went out. The Night Golden Garrison had not yet closed, she wanted to convey this intelligence to Fu Qiusheng as soon as possible.

  It's hard to find a rickshaw now, Dong Zhiyu walks silently, Matthew follows beside her, occasionally helping her kick away the debris on the road and blocking the beggars who come up.

  "Why are you so heartless towards these poor people?" Dong Zhiyu took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed one to the beggar who had been pushed away.

  "If you help one, the others will all come to you. There are millions and millions of poor people in this world; it's not for you to support them." Matthew nodded towards a few tattered individuals who were peering over from a short distance away.

  "Well, give it to them then, it's not much money, but a loaf of bread may save a person's life."

  Matthew smiled and stopped arguing, but then thought of another topic that seemed even more interesting: "What are you, anyway?"

  Dong Zhiyu was startled, but intentionally answered irrelevantly: "Good man," no way, let him ask like this, he would inevitably become passive. "What about you? What kind of person are you? Why stay in Wei Guo and entangle me?"

  Matthew let out a string of laughter from his nose, but it was also kind, "How? Take the initiative in conversation?" After finishing, he winked at Dong Zhiyu, "As for me, I naturally stayed for you."

  Dong Zhiyu rolled her eyes and walked forward with big strides.

  "Don't be annoyed," Matthew chuckled again. "Heaven knows I'm serious, and besides, the situation in Togo is very interesting now."

  "Is it interesting?"

  "Not bad, interesting," Matthew said, uncharacteristically serious. "Have you ever looked at the whole world and analyzed what China wants to do next?"

  "Let's talk about it."

  "Japan is going to challenge America, so you and I will ultimately become allies."

  "What's the meaning of this?"

  "The treatment of Huaxia nationals in the United States has always been very poor, and Huaxia people have a strong sense of national pride, which cannot tolerate the bullying of their own people by other ethnic groups. This is slightly different from the situation with the Tuo people," he said, glancing at Dong Zhiyu sideways. "The Huaxia government has long been waiting for an opportunity to retaliate, but due to its limited national strength, it has not had a chance yet. Now that Huaxia has become powerful and started bullying Britain and France along with Germany, the United States can no longer stand by and has come forward to obstruct them. The US has imposed an oil embargo on Huaxia for a long time, trying to drive Huaxia to desperation. Let me tell you a secret," he said, leaning in close to Dong Zhiyu. "Huaxia people have been desperately searching for oil in Manchukuo and finally declared that the northeastern region of Tuo does not produce oil. But I'm telling you, the US had already surveyed the area several years ago and found massive oil reserves there!"

  Dong Zhiyu stared at Matthew in shock, she had a crazy intuition that what Matthew said might be true.

  "So, North Korea will one day go to war with the US, and at that time we'll be allies. As for South Korea, don't look down on it now, it will get through this too." After saying that, he started laughing to himself, his eyes sparkling under the streetlights.

  "Why are you telling me this?"

  "Give you some confidence, instill some American optimism," Matthew winked again, "You're not a small translator sacrificing for the country, are you?"

  "I'm just a small translator who eats imperial rations, disappointing you."

  "No, no, I don't mind who you are. If you're just a small translator, that's really enough to disappoint me. You should be a dynamic person, I believe in you, and you also have to believe in me."

  "Why should I believe you? Who are you?"

  "Matthew Hanson, adventurer, just expelled from West Point," Matthew said with a grin. "What's the point of being in school at a time like this? I'm telling you, does your military friend need guns? Any American firearm you can name, I can get for you."

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