Chapter 332

The next day, Su Chunjun put on a red tie and went to see Mr. Zhang. Although he did not intend to give up half of the city to the Japanese, he had a lot of things to talk about with the Japanese, and he had to rely on Mr. Zhang to mediate between the Japanese and the Japanese.

On his fourth visit to Mr. Zhang, he had already gotten a rough idea of his work schedule.

Mr. Zhang stayed up all night, either playing cards or dancing. Thanks to Mr. Zhang’s support, the Hundred Luck Sect has recently produced several dancing girls, who are received by military vehicles at Mr. Zhang’s residence to dance with him every night, and naturally, their value has doubled.

After dancing all night, in the morning, Zhang Gongzi will not sleep, will first go to practice shooting. After shooting, he would go to eat breakfast and then go to bed. He would sleep until the afternoon, read newspapers and telegrams, talk to people before eating, or eat while talking to people. In short, if anyone wanted to see him, he could only do so at that time.

Then Mr. Zhang ate and went back again to rest and take a nap.

When it was dark, Mr. Zhang was in high spirits.

Dancing, smoking big cigarettes, and playing cards, he continued to be lively until morning.

And so on and so on.

Everyone says that Mr. Zhang is so lively, and everyone also says that Mr. Zhang is peaceful.

But if a man can keep practicing his gun every day, even if he doesn’t go to the battlefield, even if he gets drunk every day, he should have a gas in his heart.

But this kind of spirit can not be seen by mortals.

Su Chunjun is a mortal, and he can’t take part in Mr. Zhang’s big event. He is just a small person, surviving in the cracks.

He is like a poor man with empty pockets, turning his pockets upside down to get only three melons and two jujubes.

This melon is not watermelon, but melon seeds.

You can see how poor the family is.

Being poor like this, whoever makes him pay for something is his enemy.

He has to save this thing to live, let others look at it can not spare, all feel that they have suffered a loss.

So he came to visit Mr. Zhang several times, always talk about a result.

Mr. Zhang asked him what benefits he could give the Japanese, he could not tell.

Mr. Zhang laughed and asked, are you waiting for me to give you money out of the favor?

He thought that would be great.

Mr. Zhang laughed and said, do I look like such a good person?

He then said that Mr. Zhang is a great person.

Duke Zhang smiled and shook his head, saying, “Then you’re looking at it all wrong.”

The second time this conversation was repeated, Duke Zhang still smiled and shook his head, saying, “It’s useless for you to praise me.”

The third time, Duke Zhang sighed and said, “Even when a playboy cheats a woman and doesn’t pay out, he still has to say a sweet word or two. If you want to make the Japanese give in, you have to say a few good words even if it’s fake. What’s the use of just coming to me? I’m the one who really invited the Japanese here, and you don’t even have a kind word to say. Are the Japanese stupid? They’ll get angry. If they get angry, they won’t be able to invite them next time. You’ll have to double your benefits before they’ll budge. I don’t think you’re stupid, how come you don’t even know how to do things anymore?”

Of course Su Chunjun can do things, he just didn’t realize that there is still a way to cheat the Japanese. The question is how to end up cheating the Japanese.

But then he turned his eyes and thought that just don’t lie to the Japanese, in the end he still don’t know how to end it ah.

He was just dragging his feet. Stall to the end, also with the city to die.

He was not afraid to die, only afraid to die without value.

To die with the city, is it considered a valuable death?

When he returned home, he found that Mrs. Su had already mastered this trick and tricked the Japanese into a trick.

Mrs. Su had placed a huge advertisement in the newspaper to promote her charitable foundation, listing a long list of its members, all of whom were big names, such as Chiang Chiang, Mayor Feng (deceased), Cai Wenhua (deceased), Zhao Shuli, and the Japanese Hirata Yoshiko.

Tugging on the tiger’s skin to make a big banner, Mrs. Su doesn’t care if it’s alive or dead, Chinese or foreign, even the priest of the church that Zhang Ma frequents is written up by her, as if this charitable foundation of hers is coming from a very big place.

Su Chunjun then asked, “When did this priest join the organization?” Why doesn’t he remember?

Mrs. Su: “He didn’t join the church. I sent him a letter of appointment to join the church, but he hasn’t written back yet.”

Su Chunjun: “…… When did you send the letter?”

Mrs. Su: “Yesterday.”

Su Chunjun then understood that it was the same as Principal Tang once sending a letter praising caring people for donating to the school. People would only donate if they were praised first. Of course not donating is just losing a stamp money.

Mrs. Su was getting into the newspaper first, and then discussing with the church about working together for charity.

If the church wants to dispel the rumors, they have to publish it in the newspaper first.

Su Chunjun was very worried about Mrs. Su’s operation, “What if the church protests against you?” It is not advisable to offend the church.

Mrs. Su was surprised: “Why would they protest? Isn’t it good for me to donate things to them and for everyone to work together for charity?”

If it was to help others, the church should not have rejected her.

If it was to make money, the church shouldn’t have rejected her because we can all make money together (cheating).

Mrs. Su thinks that no matter which way she looks at it, the church will not reject her.

Mrs. Su: “They will come to me.”

Publishing newspapers and sending over invitations for priests to be honorary members of charitable foundations were just knocking on the door.

Su Chunjun felt it was more like slamming the door.

When Zhao Shuli came back, he also held the newspaper and asked, “Why are the VIP and I on it too?”

Mrs. Su said, “I sent both you and the VIP letters of appointment early in the morning.”

Zhao Shuli was skeptical: “When did this happen?”

Mrs. Su thought for a moment and said, “Last year.” She must have sent it.

Zhao Shuli then remembered that the mailroom did receive a lot of letters from all walks of life, in addition to important information, some of the unimportant ones were piled up there, and there was no manpower to open the letters one by one to check what was written inside.

Zhao Shuli: “Did you send it under your own name?”

If Mrs. Su’s first name was Zhu Yuyan, then she wouldn’t have missed it. At that time, Miss Zhu Er was already Su Chunjun’s fiancée, and her big name was clearly in the column of people who needed attention.

Mrs. Su straightened up: ”Of course not. I used the name of the charity foundation, this is official correspondence.”

Zhao Shuli: “That’s no wonder.” A small, insignificant organization sending an uninformative letter would definitely not attract attention.

He suspected that Mrs. Su just didn’t use her big name on purpose. She was just trying to create facts and didn’t want to be found out. It would be unnecessary to find out a letter from a few months ago to refute it now, a waste of time and manpower.

Zhao Shuli: ”Yan Yan, you are also too cunning. Now that the VIP is not here, what do you say? You can’t be told to use the VIP’s name to solicit for nothing.”

Zhu Yuyan: “How did I solicit? I’m letting everyone do good.”

Pulling out such a big tiger skin, she was trying to make a good living, raise money for charity, and buy food and supplies.

Zhao Shuli laughed and pushed Su Chunjun, “Mr. Su quickly beg the wife, now we won’t be short of money.”

When Su Chunjun didn’t say anything, Zhu Yuyan refused flatly, “There’s no way I’m going to let you guys use my money!”

All the money she raised had to be used to buy food and store it against future shortages and inflation, so how could she possibly use it to pay the government’s people?

Zhao Shuli froze and asked, “If you don’t give your money to Pure Jun to use, who will you give it to?”

Zhu Yuyan rolled her eyes and said, “A husband’s money is a wife’s, and a wife’s money is still a wife’s.”

Zhao Shuli thought she was joking and said with a smile, “The wives’ wives’ scriptures are really something.”