Chapter Thirty: How Dare You Try to Seduce Me?

  At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Du Haisheng heard the door of the next room open, followed by footsteps going downstairs.

  It seems that Zhao Wei and Fu Hong have already gone downstairs, thinking about my reaction just now, I couldn't help but find it funny. What's wrong with me? I didn't do anything shameful, so why did I end up in such a sorry state?

  It's really frustrating, can't help but say it's very frustrating...

  Logically speaking, Zhao Wei is also a high-achieving graduate of Shanghai University and should know etiquette and understand numbers. However, reality has repeatedly told Du Haisheng that this girl absolutely does not follow the rules, regardless of gender or age, she deceives everyone.

  Shandong has been producing outstanding horses, heroes and heroines since ancient times. Many rebellions against tyrannical rulers in history originated from the land of Qi and Lu. The 108 heroes of Liangshan Marsh are a perfect embodiment of chivalry and grand justice.

  Tang Sai'er and Mu Guiying are both highly respected, and if this trend continues, Zhao Wei will also be considered a heroine.

  Just then, Zhang's mother came out and called, Wu Tianyun had returned, asking him to go to the main hall for a meeting.

  Du Haisheng responded, his mind filled with doubts. Last time, due to the fate of the Workers' Armed Patrol Team, he and Wu Tianyun, a great Confucian scholar, had some disagreements. They had different views: one was an insider who couldn't see things clearly within the organization, while the other was an outsider who had been reborn and understood history, grasping the world with ease. It could be said that he was a master of strategy, but if he were to join the military, he would definitely change the course of history, which wasn't what he wanted.

  The development of history should follow the will of heaven and the people. One's own rebirth, with all its attendant knowledge and power, cannot be used to forcibly alter the course of historical events; it is not that it cannot be done, but rather that it would be shameful.

  Duhai Sheng, full of doubts, went downstairs and saw Zhao Wei'er and Fu Hong also sitting there. Wu Tianyun was holding a newspaper in his hand, occasionally glancing at it twice, seeing him coming down, frowning, then relaxing, and his face was even more unpredictable. All of this Duhai Sheng took in, but he couldn't read what kind of change these expressions were foreshadowing.

  "You might as well take a look at this article, it's quite similar to your point of view."

  Du Haisheng came forward, Wu Tianyun suppressed the complex feelings in his heart and handed him the newspaper with a calm face.

  Taking over the newspaper, Du Haisheng scanned it with his eyes and felt proud in his heart. This was similar to his own point of view, wasn't it exactly what he had written? Did Wu Tianyun ask him to come down because of some connection with this article?

  "Oh......, the views are somewhat similar, but I don't know who wrote this?"

  He put down the newspaper, Du Haisheng smiled slightly, with an air that had nothing to do with him, looked at Wu Tianyun, and then asked.

  "Didn't you write this article?"

  Wu Tianyun was somewhat perplexed. Early this morning, he heard that someone had robbed a newspaper delivery boy. If it were just about stealing money, it would be nothing out of the ordinary in Shanghai. But what shocked Wu Tianyun was that the thief had stolen several newspapers. He couldn't believe such an absurd thing could happen and wondered what kind of newspaper could drive someone to such madness.

  It wasn't until later that I realized everyone was coming for this article. After reading it, the first person he thought of was Du Haisheng from Zhao's apartment. The views were so similar, the language organization was so neat and tidy, and the words were sharp, like a knife piercing people's hearts. Probably even Hu Shi, Zhou Zuoren, Wen Yiduo, and Li Dazhao couldn't write such a brilliant article.

  Perhaps in the eyes of others, this article is very untimely. After all, the third armed uprising of the workers' militia was a success, and someone poured cold water on it at this critical moment, extinguishing the joy of revolutionary victory and plunging everyone into crazy debate. Putting aside the current situation, Wu Tianyun actually appreciated this article, with its incisive analysis that is convincing.

  Seeing Du Haisheng's denial, Wu Tianyun was also bewildered. He had thought it was the young man in front of him who wrote it, but seeing his innocent expression, he couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't him, then who could it be? Who else in Shanghai could write such an article? Those literary giants may have sharp tongues, but they lack this kind of insight.

  "How could this be written by me? Moreover, I've been staying in the Zhao family's apartment all along and haven't even stepped out of the door, let alone know where the address of Shen Bao is. It doesn't make sense either emotionally or logically. Could it be that Wu the housekeeper thinks this article was written by Xiao Zi? Although I had such an idea, I hadn't put it into action yet, but this person has beaten me to it."

  Since you don't want to be known, just pretend to be stupid and muddle through. It's like a dead pig not being afraid of boiling water. Anyway, it's not using your own name, so go ahead and ask whatever you want, I'll never admit it, do what you want.

  He said that, then asked rhetorically, and finally, unfortunately, after a string of words, even Wu Tianyun was also fooled, nodding repeatedly: "I said, it's not you, this Shanghai beach really has such other people, not simple, not simple, dare to publish this article under the heavens, it seems that the author's breadth is worthy of our admiration."

  Du Haisheng strongly denied it, and Wu Tianyun didn't ask any more questions. What he said was clear and logical, with an innocent expression that even he himself believed, let alone others.

  With a sigh, Wu Guan's family picked up the newspaper and carefully stacked it into squares, not throwing it directly into the trash can as before, but instead took it into his own room.

  The large living room was left with only Zhao Wei'er, Fu Hong and Du Haisheng. Two beautiful women as lovely as flowers, and one handsome young man with a mysterious identity.

  Three pairs of eyes, you look at me, I look at you, all without speaking. Everyone has their own concerns in their heart, but the atmosphere on site is slightly awkward. This silence seems to be unbearable and doesn't dare to break it.

  As she recalled what had just happened, when Pei Hong saw Du Haisheng's eyes scanning towards her own, her small face couldn't help but flush red with a strange yet wonderful feeling.

  Zhaowei'er saw the two of them exchanging flirtatious glances, her face turned pale, as if she had invited a wolf into her home and was now hitting her own foot with a rock. She just didn't like seeing the two of them being so affectionate in front of her, feeling both jealous and helpless. After all, it was she who had asked Du Haisheng to rescue Fu Hong. In terms of beauty and charm, they were indeed well-matched. But thinking about it from another perspective, wasn't she also a good match for him?

  It was Du Haiseng, who at this time had a bitter smile on his face. He never thought that it would be because of one of his own articles that he would end up in the situation of "Luoyang paper being expensive". Nor did he think that the sensation caused by this article would not only affect Wang Shouhua, Chen Duxiu and Zhou Enlai in the workers' inspection team, but also Xue Yue, Hu Zongnan and Chiang Kai-shek of the Northern Expedition Army.

  The situation has also undergone a slight change with the appearance of this article, deviating from its original trajectory, and history has been quietly rewritten...

  Just as the three of them were feeling extremely awkward, they heard footsteps approaching from outside. Zhang's mother came out of the house to open the door, and the visitor was a woman in her thirties wearing a cheongsam with vertical stripes.

  The two of them exchanged a few words at the door, and the middle-aged woman left with a smile on her face. Zhang's mother turned around to close the door and walked over to Zhao Wei'er's side, carrying a large non-transparent bag in her hand, but it was impossible to see what was inside.

  "Miss, your evening dress is ready, ask the tailor to have you try it on and make any necessary alterations if it doesn't fit."

  "Oh..."

  Zhao Wei'er responded with a sound, didn't show much excitement, looked at Du Haisheng with a preoccupied mind, and went upstairs to try on clothes.

  Du Haisheng shook his head, rich people are just rich, not long ago he had just ordered a cheongsam, a dress, and now he's come for an evening gown. You know the current situation, how many families are struggling to make ends meet, displaced and homeless, even having a full meal has become a luxury, let alone wearing clothes.

  The merchant's daughter is unaware of her country's downfall, and still sings of the flowers in the rear garden across the river.

  His mind suddenly flashed Du Mu's two sentences of poetry, which was also very suitable for Zhao Wei.

  As he furrowed his brow, Fu Hong got up and walked over to him, gave him a slight smile, and sat down with ease, as if the awkwardness from earlier had never happened.

  "What's this, trying to seduce me?"

  With a serious face, Du Haisheng immediately smiled and asked with a lewd tone, his eyes fixed on Pei Hong beside him.

  "Shoo, you guy won't be a bit serious. Originally a serious person, how can one talk with a mouthful of nonsense."

  She shot him a glance of reproach, scolded him in feigned anger for a while, and then the two big eyes stayed on him, never leaving for a moment.

  Du Haisheng felt embarrassed, as if he was being admired by the beautiful woman in front of him, and coughed twice, wondering: "Is there gold on my face?"

  "No gold, but plenty of wrinkles, haha..."

  "So why are you always staring at me? Is it because I'm too handsome?"

  "It's because you're too weak."

  Hong's response to Du Haisheng was a smile, chatting with this guy, although not serious, but also casual and joyful.

  "What's with you staring at me like that?"

  "I'm just looking at this guy in front of me, how many secrets are unknown to outsiders, flying knives with no misses, every knife takes a life, such methods are hard to find in the whole Shanghai, you repeatedly deny that article wasn't written by your hand, it's also extremely secretive."

  It's all over, it's all over. How can this girl not let anything escape her eyes? If things go on like this, what else can I say? Being clever and intelligent is good, but she is frighteningly so.

  Thinking of this, Du Haisheng couldn't help but shiver, planning in his heart whether he should take down this little girl as soon as possible. Firstly, he really had a bit of a liking for her; secondly, the extraordinary intelligence displayed by this little girl was absolutely on par with Zhuge Liang's wife, yet she was hundreds and thousands of times more beautiful than that woman. Taking down a born beauty, how could he not be delighted?

  What's more important is that as the two spend more time together, relying on her sharp eyesight and extraordinary wisdom, she will inevitably know more secrets about him. It's better to just surrender and become hers, so there won't be any secrets left to hide, which is actually the safest approach.

  He just didn't want to admit it now, so he smiled and innocently asked: "What do you mean by this? I don't understand what you're saying?"

  "Hmph, stop pretending to be stupid in front of me. I know what you did last night, even if others don't."

  Fu Hong snorted coldly, full of confidence, as if it were an ironclad proof, no matter how Du Haisheng tried to wriggle out of it, he couldn't escape the fate that bound him.

  "This..."

  Du Haisheng was speechless, he had been very careful yesterday, but didn't expect to be seen by this girl in front of him, was his ancient martial art "Feng Sheng" not accurate enough? He thought for a moment and then denied it.

  Fu Hong saw him speechless, and then said: "You don't have to guess how I knew you went out. Let me tell you, this lady was born with a pair of good ears, and she sleeps very lightly. Even if a silver needle falls to the ground, she can distinguish it clearly. Last night, you opened the door, tiptoed downstairs, thinking no one would notice, doing it seamlessly, but didn't know that everything had entered this lady's ears."

  "Alright, don't say anything more, I admit defeat."

  Facing such a nemesis, Du Haisheng was at a loss for what to do and could only surrender. This girl shouldn't be an agent, it's a waste of those ears... She's really a terrifying woman...

  I'm exhausted these two days, just woke up, not in a good mood. The new book ranking was suddenly blasted to fifth place. Buddhist disciples roar again, collect, red ticket readers have it or not? If you do, let's start "duguai"!