Chapter 428

How to tell Kazuo Yamamoto that both Su Chunjun and she were willing to join Japan and become Japanese.

She actually did not have much of a clue.

She had spoken in front of Su Chunjun as if she was sure of herself, but in fact she was not very sure.

When she wanted nothing from the Japanese, she could do anything from her heart, and it was then that she gained the favor of her Japanese classmates and teachers, which she did not understand.

When she meets Saburo Suzuki and Yoshiko Suzuki, she doesn’t expect to have the friendship of Yoshiko Suzuki because she is a very elusive person with a very revealing personality, and she is never soft when it comes to pitting her.

But Japanese men and Japanese women are different.

Yoshiko Suzuki was certainly annoyingly proud, but her whole spirit was focused on her husband. The Meiji Restoration in Japan was limited to the ruling class, and there was no complete revolution from the bottom to the top, and the Japanese women were like mules and horses in human form, and the shackles were never removed from them.

So Yoshiko Suzuki has no desire to rule over her, only to destroy her. She hates her and wants to keep her down and compare her to her, all out of competition for male attention.

She hates Yoshiko Suzuki, but doesn’t hate her, and even secretly pities her.

Kazuo Yamamoto’s presence in front of her, with his two scrutinizing gazes, both Japanese and male, made her very uncomfortable, and she thought twice about everything she said and did in front of him.

She didn’t like his attitude, she didn’t like his gaze, and she didn’t like the hints in his words. Whether it was to her as a woman, or to her as a Chinese, Yamamoto Kazuo’s gestures were disgusting.

She didn’t like Kazuo Yamamoto, and she guessed that he probably knew that she didn’t have a good feeling about him either.

He didn’t care, though.

You care what the strong think, not what the weak think.

In Kazuo Yamamoto’s eyes, she was a weak person, someone who didn’t need to care, and no matter what she thought, or what thoughts she had, she was always a weak person.

She hates him, she hates him, she hates him, but ultimately she comes to him for support and help.

Therefore, she thought that she would not have to act too hard in front of Kazuo Yamamoto. She could fake cry or pretend to be pitiful, and as long as she achieved her goal, it didn’t matter what kind of person Yamamoto Kazuo imagined her to be.

Because he never looked at her, he never had her in his eyes.

Followed behind the Japanese man into that familiar peace room, Yamamoto Kazuo was sitting where he often sat at the end of the table, in front of a bookshelf, a book spread on the shelf, he was reading.

Zhu Yuyan sat down, the Japanese man who led her here withdrew.

Yamamoto Kazuo was still reading, as if he did not know she had come.

This is deliberately leaving her to dry, so that she can be anxious.

Zhu Yuyan came here today to “surrender”, naturally want to show a little more sincere.

But she also must “surrender” as soon as possible, after all, she and Su Chunjun are being hunted down and framed by the country **, this is a matter of life and death, so she has to be very anxious.

So she looked at Yamamoto from time to time, although kneeling very standard, and did not speak, posture also try to Japanese women close to – bowed head, as if the neck is going to break like bowed head.

Finally, she couldn’t help but say, “Mr. Yamamoto ……”.

Kazuo Yamamoto glanced at her, sighed, and turned sideways, “Yanji, it was Guizi who invited you here, you should go see her first.” After saying that, he beckoned and prepared to call someone in.

Zhu Yuyan immediately interrupted him and said eagerly, “Mr. Yamamoto, I need your help, both my husband and I need your help.” She propped her arms forward, as if she was about to kneel down with all five bodies.

“My husband and I, are in very terrible danger, someone is planning to kill us.” She said firmly, not crying, for crying was not possible, but there was a little bit of fear, for she really felt it.

Ms. Kim had invited her here out of the blue, surely Yamamoto was planning to do something to her.

She didn’t know what originally Yamamoto planned to do to her.

She was a woman, and a woman’s worst fears might be waiting for her behind this paper door.

She had to turn her fate around and take Yamamoto Kazuo’s word before that happened.

Yamamoto Kazuo didn’t say anything, he didn’t even look at her, he turned back to continue reading.

Zhu Yuyan continued, “I’m sure you know that my husband and I are not very likable. Within the country**, there are many people who feel that my husband and I are too much, that we should have been a little more submissive, a little more in tune with the light, just like the officials before us did, just to be more or less the same as them. But we didn’t, we didn’t submit to them.”

“Mr. Yamamoto, my husband and I love our country beyond measure. If even we don’t try to save our country and help our own country, then who is obligated to have to help us. It is because of such feelings that we have come together.”

These words did make Kazuo Yamamoto look up at her.

-Confessing patriotism is a must. Because what she and Su Chunjun had done in this city was there for all to see, it was impossible for them to find a better reason than telling the truth.

Both she and Su Chunjun understood that not only did the country** suspect that the two of them were commi**ars, but Yamamoto Kazuo, a Japanese, must have suspected it as well.

But explaining whether or not they were commi**es wasn’t the point, because no matter if they admitted they were or said they weren’t, there was no way they could make Yamamoto Kazuo believe their words.

The point was to find an entry point to talk to Yamamoto Kazuo, a reason that he could not refuse.

Zhu Yuyan said heavily, “But unfortunately, patriotism has become our downfall, within the country**, they don’t recognize patriotism, they don’t agree with us protecting this city, they all have their own interests to defend.” The sentiment is true, and she indulges a little in cursing the State**.

“I usually can’t say this to anyone, but I’m really chilled that our greatest enemies don’t come from the outside world, but from our fellow countrymen.”

Zhu Yuyan took a deep breath, “My husband had a secretary, Zhao Shuli, who was assassinated some time ago. The Guo** side thinks that my husband killed him, they are preparing to arrest him secretly, either that or they might transfer our couple back before trial, either way, the only thing waiting for our couple might be a prison cell.”

The one who assassinated Zhao Shuli was none other than Kazuo Yamamoto, hearing this news made him unconsciously reveal a smile.

Zhu Yuyan noticed it, but didn’t have time to think about it in detail, her whole spirit was now used on fetching Yamamoto Kazuo’s trust, and there was no way to spare her brain to think about anything else.

She said: “My husband and I do not want to sit on the sidelines, we want to get a chance of survival from this deadlock. So I thought of you, Mr. Yamamoto, that you could help us! I beg you …… No, I pray that you help us!”

She kowtowed squarely to Kazuo Yamamoto.

In the moment she bowed her head, she felt like she had lost something, but then again, it was like a breakthrough.

Well, probably nothing in the world could be difficult for her.

Yamamoto Kazuo was obviously somewhat satisfied with this scene, because she heard his voice as he said pleasantly, “Yan Ji, raise your head and let me look at you.”

Zhu Yuyan raised her head and saw him make a gesture towards the door.

The man who had led the way just now had actually been hiding behind the paper door, and she hadn’t heard a single sound.

The man who led the way only really left now.

After he left, Yamamoto Kazuo beckoned to her, “Yan Ji, come closer.”

Zhu Yuyan took two knee-jerk steps forward.

Yamamoto Kazuo: “Closer.”

She continued to walk on her knees until she was so close to Yamamoto Kazuo that the two of them were only a hand’s distance apart.

She had never been this close to Kazuo Yamamoto before, so close that if she were a martial arts master and could hold a sharp blade in her hand, she could stab him to death with that one blow.

–Too bad, she didn’t know martial arts.

Kazuo Yamamoto stared at her face, “Yanji, tell me, why didn’t you and your husband go to the comm**s. Could it be that they refused to help you?”

This was a question that Su Chunjun had also discussed with her.

The question of why they gave up the comm** and went to the Japanese was not resolved, and Yamamoto Kazuo could not possibly trust them.

Su Chunjun said, “Because I am a high-ranking official of the state** and you are a capitalist lady, we are not a poor family, how about this reason?”

Zhu Yuyan: “Not quite sufficient. Because uniting all the forces that can be united is our party’s policy isn’t it?”

She was just reciting the content of the political class she had attended.

As a result, Su Chunjun had a pleasant expression of “Oh, you’ve revealed yourself”.

Zhu Yuyan: “……”

She had already discovered the misunderstanding.

That is, Mr. Su believed that she was a comm***.

But whenever she tried to explain, he had a look of “You don’t have to explain, I understand”. The harder she tried to explain, the harder he would say “Don’t worry, I believe you”.

It was very irritating!

Now facing Yamamoto Kazuo, Zhu Yuyan, with a slight fatigue, said to him: “We did consider this path, but firstly, it is not easy for us to gain the trust of the opposite side, and secondly, my husband and I intend to run away, or else it will be difficult for us to face the endless assassinations and scrutiny of the State**, but once we leave the State**, our value to the Communist** is not as high, they need to be able to take advantage of the State** more. that high, and they had a greater need for people who could stay inside the State**.” She said, “We didn’t end up negotiating.”

She said, “You were our last hope.”

Kazuo Yamamoto asked softly, “And how would you like me to help you and your husband? Where do you want to go? America?”

Zhu Yuyan shook her head, “No, the United States and Britain both have Chinese Exclusion Acts, so we can’t go to a Westerner’s country. My husband and I want to go to Japan.”

Yamamoto Kazuo was really surprised this time.

Honestly, if Su Chunjun and his wife wanted to go to the United States, he would have found it more normal instead. There were many high-ranking officials who fled to the United States, and he had personally sent several of them there.

Yamamoto: “Why Japan?”

Zhu Yuyan: “Because Japan is close to China. We still hope that one day, we can go back to China again and continue our business.”

Yamamoto Ichio was shocked, but this reason was immensely suitable for the image of Su Chunjun and Zhu Yuyan in his mind.

The couple had been obstructing Japan, and they loved their country.

It was normal for them to want to escape when persecuted by their country**, and it was also normal for them to flee to the United States – but he wouldn’t believe it so easily.

Because in his eyes, he thought that this couple was one of the few Chinese who were hardcore, people who were not afraid of death. They didn’t love money, they didn’t love fame and fortune, and they were dedicated to saving their country.

They were different from those who worked for money and profit.

Although they belonged to the enemy, Kazuo Yamamoto thought he knew the couple very well.

If Yanji had told him that she wanted to escape to America, he would never have believed her.

But now she was saying that she wanted to go to Japan with her husband in order to return to China one day to continue saving the country.

Kazuo Yamamoto’s heart was telling him that this was true, that this was what the couple would do.

But his instincts were alarming him again, telling him not to believe what the woman in front of him was saying.

As Kazuo Yamamoto’s reason and intuition fought, he pressed on and continued to ask, “How do you plan to live after you go to Japan? Our country has a favorable policy for Chinese foreign students, but only for your husband, women in our country don’t go to university, and no university is willing to accept female students, and there are no suitable jobs for you outside, Yan Ji, I’m afraid that when you go to Japan you can only stay at home and take care of your children and husband like a Japanese woman, can you get used to that kind of life?”

Zhu Yuyan: “I don’t want to hide this from you, because once we enter Japan, you will probably know every move we make, and I can only be honest with you – we intend to join the Japanese Communist Party**.”

Yamamoto Kazuo is still shocked quite a bit today, and now he’s shocked again.

Kazuo Yamamoto: “You said your husband intends to join the Japanese comm**?”

Zhu Yuyan: “I’m sure you know that the Comintern** is an international organization. A number of Chinese comm**s have gone to the Japanese comm** for study. We feel that it would be much easier for us to return home if we join the Communist Party in Japan first and then contact the Chinese Communist Party through the Japanese Communist Party.”

If Zhu Yuyan’s words of “returning to China someday” were a blank check, then Ichio Yamamoto was now shown a box full of gold.

Her plan had an extremely high success rate!

Moreover, it was very feasible.

Yamamoto Kazuo narrowed his eyes: “In that case, the two of you will become enemies of Japan again in a few years, are you not afraid that I will kill you here?”

Zhu Yuyan: “There are no eternal friends or eternal enemies, only eternal interests. Perhaps, you will need friends from two different camps. Just as I have come to ask for your help this time. Sometime in the future, my husband and I will return the same kindness to you, and you will not be disappointed.”

Kazuo Yamamoto knew that he was convinced.

Kazuo Yamamoto: “Yanji, I have regretted more than once that you are not Japanese.”

Zhu Yuyan sensed the softening of his attitude, she also relaxed a little, as if in jest, “My husband and I do not yet know the conditions for joining the Japanese Communist Party**, if it can only be joined by Japanese, he is planning to change his surname, and then I will also become Japanese, Yamamoto-san.”

Yamamoto Kazuo’s jaws widened and he laughed out loud.

The Japanese man in charge of guarding outside the paper door was surprised, he had been waiting for a long time, but never waited for Mr. Yamamoto to give the order, what a pity, he would have liked to taste this Chinese woman.