Chapter 373

Zhu Yuyan slowly began to pry into Miss Jin’s news.

After the death of Miss Jin’s father, her mother took people back to her hometown, and everything here was handed over to Miss Jin’s cousin Wang Wanchuan. But Wang Wanchuan is not as good as Mr. Jin will do business, has long been unable to hold out, and now do not know where to go.

However, Miss Jin still retains the Jin family mansion, and it is said that after Mrs. Jin and Wang Wanchuan left, the mansion was transferred to Miss Jin by Yamamoto.

Miss Jin’s identity is still very ambiguous, because Yamamoto did not really marry her, not even the kind of marriage to marry a Chinese wife, the two did not hold a ceremony.

Yamamoto says that Ms. Kim is his disciple, but occasionally he says that she is his lover.

By default, everyone believed that Miss Kim was indeed Yamamoto’s inner circle of favorites, maybe not a wife, but at least a concubine.

However, Ms. Kim never went out to socialize, and the few times she did, she followed Yamamoto, and was quiet, rarely talked to anyone, and never made any close friends.

Suzuki Yoshiko had tried to get in touch with Ms. Kim, but failed in the end, because Ms. Kim simply did not answer her letters or accept her invitations, not to mention asking her to go to Yamamoto’s house to play.

Zhu Yuyan pondered for a long time and still wanted to test the waters. She said to Su Chunjun, “In any case, we can’t let go of this one opportunity. Even if we don’t approach her in my name, we need to have some understanding of what’s going on around Yamamoto.”

Su Chunjun: “How do you want to do that?”

Zhu Yuyan: “How about sending an ordinary visiting gift over? I originally wanted to ask her to be an honorary member of the Charity Federation, or get her an honorary professorship at the university.”

This is also an old trick, she used this method to trap a lot of people.

Su Chunjun thought about it, and decided that the charity association should be forgotten, but an honorary professor could be tried.

Zhu Yuyan then went to the university, and after visiting, observing, and giving lectures, she had a little meeting with the other Japanese and Chinese teachers at the school about the building of this university – over dinner.

It was a bad feeling to return to the university.

Compared to before, this university taken over by Japan had become more closed and cold, and it was unpleasant.

She remembered the statue of the naked woman that used to be in front of the university when she first entered the university, which had been argued back and forth in the newspapers for a couple of years, but no matter what, even at the height of the argument, the statue hadn’t been moved.

Now the statue is gone.

In retrospect, in the past, no matter how much the newspapers criticized the statue for bringing down the morale and affecting the reputation of women, it was like opposition in a house, and the controversy it caused was no more than a verbal dispute.

Now it’s gone, not a peep in the papers, not a peep in or out of school.

There are no female students to be seen in the school, it’s all male students.

They cut their pot heads, their hair was all cut very short, some of them were almost ticked off to baldness, some of them wore black high-collar Zhongshan suits, while some wore Japanese-style kimonos, some wore shorts, and some wore long shirts.

Zhu Yuyan entered the school in an automobile, and the students avoided the car when they saw it.

She also saw a row of boys standing on the side of the road, all with their hands behind their backs, and a row of boys standing in front of them, slapping them collectively.

The slaps were loud and crunchy.

They all spoke Japanese, and their clothes were so uniform that it was impossible to tell if any of them were Chinese.

The school had lost its former vigor and vitality and had become more like a military camp than a school.

As she passed the grassy area where the pigs used to be kept and grazed, she saw rows of naked male students, all as thin as ribs and with clean-shaven hair.

In front of them stood a tattered straw man, some of which had all the grass fallen off their bodies, over a ragged garment.

They looked fiercely at the straw man in front of them, listened to the command, shouted the horn, and poked the bamboo pole held in their hands hard at the neck and stomach of the straw man.

The bamboo poles were sharpened in front, like the head of a sword.

There were people who seemed to be Japanese soldiers cruising around, short whips in their hands, and every now and then they clobbered a male student and beat him, all the while yelling in Japanese, “Idiot! You’re too slow to get out your sword! Did you not eat!”

The male student yelled out while being beaten, “I’m sorry! I was wrong! Please instruct me!”

This was probably the most “lively” and “energetic” part of the school.

Except for the familiar buildings, it wasn’t her college anymore.

However, that wasn’t all.

After entering the building that Principal Tang used to use as the principal’s office, she realized that it had changed into something else.

There was a Japanese flag hanging on the wall facing the front door with flowers underneath it, and all those who entered the building were required to bow and salute the Japanese flag when they saw it.

She just stopped getting out of the car when she saw it, mouthing that it was a very solemn place and she shouldn’t offend it.

Luckily, the Japanese despise women, and the building really doesn’t let them in, especially not a Chinese woman, so she was happy to see her say that.

She ended up talking to Mr. Kobayashi and Mr. Sakai in the original Japanese building.

She exchanged views with several Japanese teachers about her belief that the school’s influence should be expanded.

First of all, she saw the new look of the school after the facelift, and was pleased with the achievements of Mr. Kobayashi, Mr. Sakai, and others, and thought that they would certainly receive awards from Mr. Yamamoto – but of course there were no awards.

She knew the Japanese well enough to know that their superiors always beat up their subordinates, demean them, make them think they’re trash, and prod them to keep working until they die.

Probably it is the upgraded and spiced version of the old Chinese saying that filial sons come out from underneath the stick, the Japanese have made the workplace relationship into this style, thinking that the subordinates only need to be beaten and scolded, the more they are beaten and scolded, the more likely they are to get results, and the more they are complimented, the more they will fall off a piece of meat.

That’s why when she finished speaking she saw Japanese teachers like Kobayashi and Sakai all looking bitter.

Yamamoto, of course, is not satisfied with the results achieved by the school so far, his intention was to capture the young generation of China, so that they obey Japan from the bottom of their hearts and become spiritual Japanese soldiers, so the school implements a very strict management and teaching methods.

At first it did trick in a number of Chinese students who had wanted to come to school – not to become soldiers!

Later, when rumors spread in the school that young students would be captured to become Japanese soldiers, not so many students enrolled, which was useless no matter how much Kobayashi and his men propagandized the greatness of Japan.

Yamamoto hoped to get the most elite part of the Chinese young people, now this goal is obviously close to failure, he then thought that the school’s Japanese teachers did not work seriously, did not fulfill the emperor of Japan sent them to China’s mission, almost as if they are Japan’s traitors to arrest one or two to eat gun.

Fortunately, even in Japan, readers are more expensive. Kobayashi and the others were spared the death penalty, but while the death penalty can be avoided, the living penalty is hard to escape, and they still have to continue to fulfill their mission.

They were happy to see Zhu Yuyan, and wanted to ask her, “How can we make Chinese young people love Japan as much as you do?”

Zhu Yuyan: “……”

It seems she was successful in her disguise.

Zhu Yuyan thought that instead of completing the task, she should think of ways to make Mr. Yamamoto satisfied.

For example, blowing the pillow, blowing the pillow, blowing the pillow, blowing the pillow, blowing the pillow, blowing the pillow.

Zhu Yuyan’s “another way may be a better way”, “try some new ways to make Mr. Yamamoto change his mind”, “let Mr. Yamamoto increase a little bit of goodwill towards everyone”.

She couldn’t just say let’s please Mr. Yamamoto by saying let’s send Ms. Kim a letter of appointment as an honorary professor. She could only use inspiration.

In the end, she did put in the idea that “we could create a few more honorary positions to give to prestigious people in the community,” such as Ms. Kim! –This idea was put into the minds of Kobayashi and the others, and it made them start to think of honorary positions to be given to even Japanese people.

And they did consider some Japanese bigwigs, like the Emperor and Empress of Japan.

Zhu Yuyan: “……”

Don’t dream big, why don’t you look at Yamamoto! The prefectural officials are better than the current ones, okay!

About how to please Yamamoto, Kobayashi and the others do have a new idea.

They’re going to send the Japanese schoolgirls from the school to labor in the army.

Zhu Yuyan: “……”

Destroy, Japan.