Chapter 394

Before Zhao Shuli arrived, Suzuki Saburo came first.

He came to thank Su Chunjun and his wife for their support and help. To show his sincerity, he brought Mrs. Suzuki to show Mrs. Su.

Zhu Yuyan hadn’t seen Suzuki Jiazi for a long time, and was somewhat unfamiliar with her proud and stupid face. She smiled at first, and praised her repeatedly: “Mrs. Suzuki has not seen you for a long time, and you have gained a lot of elegance, and I think you are more youthful and beautiful than the previous year. Mrs. is taking what magic pills.”

Suzuki Yoshiko is indeed pregnant, is also true that Suzuki Saburo in the name of raising a baby at home, but Suzuki Saburo did not tell her half a sentence on Zhu Yuyan’s suspicion and vigilance – he forgot. Suzuki Saburo did not have any interest in teaching his wife, in his opinion, his wife’s duty was to give birth to the heir, other than that, even if she was a pig. So he didn’t even think about reminding Suzuki Yoshiko of anything.

Yoshiko Suzuki knew nothing about it. She had developed some spots due to her pregnancy, and her figure had changed a bit, but because she was worried about gaining too much weight and affecting her appearance, she had been careful with her belly and dieting, so she looked very bad.

She was saddened by her ugly appearance, when she heard Zhu Yuyan’s praise, her heart was suddenly blossomed with joy, and she felt a rare sense of gratitude towards Zhu Yuyan.

She smiled and stretched out her hand to shake Zhu Yuyan’s hand, and said affectionately, “Dear Yan Ji, only you will truly care about me.”

Zhu Yuyan might as well she was surprisingly easy to enamor, and glanced at Suzuki Saburo in confusion.

Suzuki Saburo also saw that his wife was so gullible, or once again – she just never suspected Zhu Yuyan! Peculiarly, Suzuki Yoshiko is not a gentle and kind person, she is parochial, small and jealous, shallow and not good at hiding, she has so many shortcomings, and has never done anything good in her relationship with Zhu Yuyan, why would she think that Zhu Yuyan is genuinely fond of her?

A person should at least know if he is pleasing to the eye.

Could it be that she thought she was quite likable?

Suzuki Saburo didn’t know whether to sigh at Suzuki Yoshiko’s stupidity or her gullibility.

He glanced at Zhu Yuyan and turned his head to continue talking to Su Chunjun, completely throwing his wife under the bus.

The two couples each had their own thoughts, but they sat together on the sofa in the small living room, together they talked about life philosophy from poetry and songs.

This is not an exaggeration, they really talked about the philosophy of life from poetry and songs.

From the Chinese poet Su Dongpo to Japan’s Prince Shengde, a prince who is nothing to write home about but around whom there is quite a bit of Japanese literature. And then from the Chinese classic “Dream of the Red Chamber”, to another famous Japanese character, Kougen, who incidentally can be talked about in “The Tale of Genji”.

The philosophy of life is even simpler. They are both poets who don’t care about fame and fortune～.

Su Chunjun and Suzuki Saburo compare their love of mountains and landscapes, one more than the other, Su Chunjun sighs that his family and country are so unfortunate that he might as well return home and starts to shed tears, Suzuki Saburo sighs that his goal in life is to be a chess fanatic who plays chess at home and is a calligraphy fanatic, and you don’t even know it, do you? He actually loved calligraphy the most!

Alas, life is such an unfortunate thing, it’s so sad that they who are so indifferent by nature are rolling around in the world of fame and fortune.

The two of them drank tea while bragging about each other, souring and souring, and so they wasted four precious hours of their lives, chatting until dinner time.

As the host, Zhu Yuyan of course had to prepare a dinner table.

Su’s couple had already been eating only two meals for many days, each meal was dismissed with one dish and one soup. If they were to treat guests today, it had to be a good meal.

Zhu Yuyan arranged a wagashi meal without much thought.

Of course, this is different from Japan’s famous trouble Kaiseki cuisine, that is to eat the mood of the – alias: money.

The Japanese meal she arranged was a very ordinary Japanese dinner.

One bowl of rice for one person, only half-served.

One plate of vegetables for one person, three slices of cucumber.

One plate of pickles for one, vinegared soybeans.

A plate of tofu for one, white tofu with a little soy sauce.

One bowl of soup for each person, with a piece of carrot in it.

Of course, in order to show abundance, certainly not without hot dishes.

Zhu Yuyan instructed the chef to shred the radish, mix it with bean sprouts, mix it with thin batter, spread it into a palm size, and put it into a frying pan.

Chef: “How much? This isn’t a dish, is it? There’s a chicken.”

Zhu Yuyan: “I don’t need a chicken. Three slices for one person, you count it.”

Chef: “…… that, how to arrange it.”

The chef still think this dish is too unlike, hard to carve four radish flowers, one person plate set one, carving over the flower of the radish just cut thin wire wrapped in batter.

The chef’s hands, in addition to white radish, but also mixed with carrots, for fear that the flavor is not good enough, but also cut some shredded ham mixed in.

Sent up, the chef is afraid of the Japanese upset, too little food, not like, in the end, or to do the chicken, he this side of the stewed chicken, the other side also quietly pay attention to the restaurant’s movements.

When the dining room was finished and the wine began to be served, and the plates were retrieved, he hurriedly asked the servant who had delivered the food: “What did the Japanese say?” Servant: “The Japanese were quite happy looking and said it was a hometown dish.”

Cook: “Oh, so it is the hometown dish.”

This hometown dish ……

It’s a bit shabby.

Still, this dinner was quite satisfying for the Suzuki couple.

Suzuki Saburo was in awe of Zhu Yuyan with a bit of admiration after eating this dinner that could be said to be somewhat original.

He said to Su Chunjun, “I have eaten many meals invited by the Chinese, both for dinner and lunch, and every time the table was set with a large table of dishes, and I don’t think even the emperor would have eaten as many dishes as he did. The Chinese are really rich, in comparison, Japan is very poor, our country is too small, it’s not fair at all, don’t you think so?”

Su Chunjun smiled and said, “Don’t talk about national affairs, don’t talk about national affairs.”

Suzuki Saburo looked at Zhu Yuyan and said with a smile, “Mrs. Su, this is the most authentic Japanese meal I’ve ever had in China. My Chinese lover would also prepare Japanese meals for me, but she always did a poor job.”

Zhu Yuyan glanced at Suzuki Yoshiko who was still looking at Suzuki Saburo with a smile on her face, as if she hadn’t heard her husband say something about his lover just now.

She gently held Suzuki Yoshiko’s hand and said to Suzuki Saburo, “I only recognize Yoshiko, not any lover. Mr. Suzuki quickly stop mentioning such a spoilsport.”

Suzuki Saburo saw the glow in Suzuki Yoshiko’s eyes and knew that she had taken another sip of the bewitching soup Zhu Yuyan had poured down her throat, alas.

Suzuki Saburo had not seen Chinese people who were as vigilant as Zhu Yuyan’s couple. Admittedly, he had met many Chinese people, many of whom were hostile to the Japanese, but after a period of time, under the influence of money and benefits, they were willing to forget their hostility towards Japan, and there were even those who sincerely believed that the Japanese were good people, and those who wanted to go and live in Japan.

He does not look down on these people.

But Chinese people like Zhu Yuyan and his wife, who had been hostile to Japan from the beginning to the end, were quite rare.

Though they did business with him and schemed with him, it was only because of the short-lived interest drive between the two – and such a situation was all made possible by Zhu Yuyan.

And he was willing to do business with Zhu Yuyan and his wife even though he knew of their hostility towards Japan.

–Because he, like those Chinese who yearned for Japan, was willing to forget his loyalty to Japan for a while under the influence of money and profit.

After dinner, finally, it was time to talk about some business.

Su Chunjun invited Suzuki Saburo to his study, where the two exchanged some dollars and gold, as well as some intelligence about Yamamoto and the Japanese military, and within Japan.

Suzuki Saburo smoked the American cigarettes that Su Chunjun handed him and said, “The anti-war voices within Japan are getting louder and louder, and I see that there will soon be a strong crackdown.”

There have always been two kinds of voices in Japan, main war and anti-war. Because the war does not benefit everyone and all forces, like the Emperor and the military, have always been hard-line main war faction, while a part of the big landowners and capitalists, think it is more important to make money, because the army conscripts, the landowners’ land lack of sharecroppers to cultivate are gradually deserted, and the lack of workers in factories has forced many of the machines to stop.

Ordinary Japanese people were propagandized to believe that this was a war to protect the country and that Japan was being dragged into a quagmire by the war, and even the lowest class of Japanese people knew that Japan was running out of flesh and blood, and that only if it won would Japan be able to reap the benefits of the victory, and the whole of society would be better off, and that the Japanese people who had suffered would be able to be compensated for the losses they had suffered.

Every family had someone on the battlefield, and all the Japanese were praying for victory, which was the wish of the whole Japan.

Saburo Suzuki, who considered himself more lucid than ninety-nine percent of the Japanese in the country, clearly saw that Japan had begun to lose control of the situation and was running forward desperately like a mad carriage. He did not know whether victory or destruction lay ahead, but he agreed with one truth: making money was most important. Only money would not betray him.

He said, “Thanks to the American businessman you introduced me to, we’ll work well together.” He said with a smile.

The situation Zhu Yuyan had once envisioned gradually took shape.

Suzuki Saburo went from being willing to work with Su Chunjun to being willing to work with anyone. He no longer just handed over information to Su Chunjun, he exchanged what information he could inquire about to anyone who was willing to make an offer.

Americans, British, French …… and so on.

A businessman who only loved money and told him that money was the truth was willing to betray his country for money.

Suzuki Saburo: “Yamamoto’s condition, I’ve already sent it back to the country with the help of some channels, and efforts are being made over there to attack the Yamamoto family. Yamamoto will most likely be transferred back home.”

Su Chunjun: “What if he doesn’t want to go.”

Suzuki Saburo smiled and said, “What does that have to do with us.”

Su Chunjun smiled back and clinked glasses with him, “You’re right, that has nothing to do with us. Tell me more about this new transfer, his last name is Komuro right? Is that a big last name?”

Suzuki Saburo: “Komuro is just an ordinary secretary of the Daizo Province, the talent behind him is important.”

Su Chunjun listened attentively, “Continue.”