Chapter 1375
Rin Takahashi's Plan, Miss Matsuko, The New Electric Train in the Newspaper
Tokyo.
After contacting the newspaper, Takahashi Rin pondered for a moment, then had his assistant prepare the car and headed towards Chiyoda Ward.
In this era, Chiyoda Ward was undoubtedly one of the most bustling central areas in Tokyo.
The streets are lined with rows of office buildings.
The storefronts facing the street are almost entirely occupied by electronics stores flashing neon lights.
The wide streets were bustling with traffic and pedestrians.
However, in this bustling and prosperous place where every inch of land is precious, there is a strangely hidden traditional Japanese courtyard.
The wooden gate to the courtyard looked worn and ordinary, without even a nameplate indicating its identity.
However, a careful observer would notice that patrolmen in gray suits could be seen lurking around the courtyard from time to time.
The car stopped at the street corner. Takahashi Rin straightened his suit and walked alone to the gate of the courtyard.
He took a deep breath, raised his hand, and knocked on the door three times with extreme restraint. Then he respectfully handed a visiting card through the crack in the door.
A moment later, the wooden door opened a crack.
A middle-aged man who looked like a butler appeared behind the door with a blank expression.
He looked Takahashi Rin up and down, then nodded slightly: "The master is already waiting for you. Come with me."
"Hai!"
Rin Takahashi, who was always aloof and superior in public, bowed deeply to a butler whose name she didn't even know, displaying an extremely humble attitude.
Following the butler into the courtyard, the furnishings exuded an indescribable eeriness.
The layout and architectural style of the entire courtyard remain exactly as they were before World War II.
Even on the beams and pillars of the corridor, there were some eerie strips of cloth that fluttered in the wind, resembling banners for summoning souls.
The butler led Takahashi Rin to knock on the door of a room.
The door was pulled open.
Although it was broad daylight, the heavy curtains were drawn in the room, blocking out all sunlight.
Dozens of white candles were burning densely on the wooden shelves inside the room.
The candlelight flickered gracefully in the draft, casting long and short shadows throughout the room, making it look particularly eerie.
On the shrine against the wall, rows of memorial tablets were placed.
If Li Aiguo were here, he would surely recognize that the name on the memorial tablet belongs exclusively to this beast.
An old man was kneeling devoutly before the memorial tablet. Hearing the noise, he didn't even turn his head.
The butler quietly backed out and closed the sliding door behind him.
Rin Takahashi felt that the temperature inside the room was several degrees lower than outside. She carefully walked forward and first lit incense and candles for the memorial tablet on the shrine.
Then he took two steps back, knelt on both knees, and only then dared to speak: "Sir, I have something important to report to you."
"Is it something about a super-high-speed electric train that's been developed in the east?" The old man still didn't turn around, and his voice sounded chilling.
"You...you already know..." As soon as the words left his mouth, a layer of cold sweat appeared on Takahashi Rin's forehead.
He realized he had said something stupid.
The bereaved families would be keeping a close eye on developments there; how could they not have spies planted there?
Takahashi Rin quickly bowed and hurriedly reported, "Please rest assured, sir!"
With those idiots in the east, there's absolutely no way they could build any super-high-speed electric train!
They're definitely bragging.
Just in case, I've already contacted all the major newspapers!
"Your response speed is passable, but..." the old man's voice suddenly turned cold, "...the force is far from enough!"
"You should know what the Shinkansen world record means to us. Especially since the Iron Alliance is holding its awards ceremony in less than a week."
Upon hearing this, Takahashi's expression changed slightly.
The award the old man mentioned was the Elmer A. Sperry Award, which is jointly awarded by six international engineering societies and covers railways, aviation, shipping, and highways.
This was the only global, transnational transportation engineering award at the time, and it was recognized as a top international award in the railway industry.
The Shinkansen is not just a high-speed electric train; it also represents their resurgence.
In particular, after the Shinkansen broke the world record, the Iron Alliance is preparing to award the prize to the Shinkansen.
This is the most important award in the international railway industry. Once you get it, it can, to some extent, absolve you of the mistakes you made in the past.
This is also the goal that the bereaved families will continue to strive for.
"So! You have to crush the East with one blow, and take this opportunity to isolate them, do you understand?"
The old man's voice echoed inside the house, like a venomous snake slithering into Takahashi's ears.
"Hai! Please rest assured, sir, I will do everything in my power to complete this mission!"
Rin Takahashi felt a sudden chill run down her spine, slammed her forehead heavily onto the tatami mat, and hurriedly nodded and bowed in assurance.
He knew all too well the way the bereaved families operated; if they failed to complete their mission, they might be forced to commit seppuku.
As for whether it was voluntary, that's hard to say.
However, Takahashi was not worried.
How could those idiots in the east, who can't even get enough to eat, possibly develop a high-speed electric train?
This must be a clumsy lie.
After leaving the courtyard, Takahashi picked up the phone himself and contacted an editor at the Asahi Shimbun.
"Moshi Moshi, I am Black Swamp."
"Editor Kuronuma, this is Rin Takahashi."
Upon learning the other party's identity, Kuronuma, a senior editor at Asahi Shimbun, immediately became exceptionally respectful and obsequious in his tone.
"It's Mr. Takahashi! What can I do for you?"
“Mr. Kuronuma, I have just received definite news.”
The East has recently been making a big fuss about how they've developed some kind of super-high-speed electric train.
As the editor of the Empire's finest newspaper, you should be paying close attention to this matter and taking immediate action!
Kuronuma understood Takahashi's meaning perfectly well, but he was stumped.
"Mr. Takahashi, we have no dealings with the East, and it's impossible for us to send reporters there. If we can't verify the information, how can we expose them?"
"Fools, all you care about is publishing articles. Does the truth really matter? Besides, do you want to see the East riding on our necks?"
Hearing this, Kuronuma was still somewhat embarrassed.
As a journalist, he has done things like that before.
However, this involves the east and is related to the railway world record. If something goes wrong, it will be a big problem.
Noticing Kuronuma's hesitation, Takahashi continued, "Mr. Kuronuma, I heard... your newspaper's editor-in-chief is about to retire, right?"
I just received inside information that the board of directors has begun selecting a candidate for the next editor-in-chief.
You have a long and distinguished career at the newspaper, and you're very popular.
You must seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
After saying that, Takahashi hung up the phone.
Hearing the busy tone coming from the receiver, Kuronuma stood there blankly at his desk for several minutes, holding the phone.
Asahi Shimbun holds a special position. The position of editor-in-chief has never been simply a matter of professional competence and writing skills. It also requires a strong background and the support of conglomerates.
If I can take advantage of this opportunity to climb up to Mr. Takahashi and get the strong support of his backers, wouldn't the position of editor-in-chief be a piece of cake?
People die for money, birds die for food! Let's give it our all!
With that in mind, Kuronuma no longer hesitated and picked up the phone to dial a number.
Not long after, there was a knock on the office door, and a female reporter in a uniform skirt and high heels walked in.
This is the most fashionable outfit for working women in this era.
The fitted uniform on this woman perfectly accentuated her alluring curves.
At the same time, she exudes a sense of competence and aloofness that belongs to top-tier professional women.
Kuronuma looked up and glanced at her, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
But he quickly forced himself to look away from that greedy, lewd gaze.
Simply because of the incredibly beautiful female reporter in front of her.
Her name is Songzi, and she is a genuine heiress from a prestigious family!
Miss Matsuko was extremely popular in Tokyo's high society, with suitors as numerous as fish in a river.
Among them are many sons of major conglomerate families.
However, she seemed to have no interest in romantic relationships and devoted all her energy to her journalism work.
There once was a nouveau riche brat who was obsessed with Miss Matsuko's beauty and wanted to take advantage of his family's wealth to force himself on her.
That very night, the kid mysteriously disappeared.
When he was found again the next day, he was lying in the mud of Black Tooth Gully.
It was covered in green bottle flies.
From then on, Miss Matsuko, this icy beauty, could only be admired from afar.
Of course, Kuronuma invited Ms. Matsuko not because of her family background.
It's not because she's now the most famous reporter in the UK.
In particular, they had also conducted interviews in the east.
It would be more credible if she wrote this fabricated press release.
"Ms. Matsuko, please have a seat. First of all, I want to congratulate you on winning this year's Best Reporter Award! You are the greatest pride and honor of our Asahi Shimbun!"
"Thank you, editor."
Miss Matsuko, with a cool and aloof expression, gracefully gathered the hem of her skirt with both hands and sat down on the sofa.
Even from a distance, she still keenly noticed Kuronuma's lewd gaze just a moment ago.
She frowned almost imperceptibly, placed her bag on her lap, stood with her legs together, and looked at the other person with icy eyes.
Realizing that his lapse in composure might have been discovered, Kuronuma coughed awkwardly twice to cover up his panic.
"Ahem... Miss Matsuko, the reason I invited you here today is because we have an extremely important report to share."
After a high-level meeting, it was unanimously agreed that only you are qualified to write this…
Kuronuma recounted how he exposed the falsification of parameters for the electric trains in the east.
"This report is very important. If you can write it, you'll definitely be the best reporter next year, and you might even win the Rising Sun Medal!"
Rising Sun Chapter!
This is the highest honor medal established by the Royal Family, specifically awarded to top figures who have made outstanding contributions to society, public opinion guidance, and cultural development.
Especially prominent journalists and talk show writers who have long been engaged in in-depth reporting.
For any journalist, this is the ultimate honor.
However, after listening to Kuronuma's speech, Matsuko's eyebrows furrowed tightly.
"Editor Kuronuma, if I understand correctly... you mean you want me to fabricate a smear campaign against someone without conducting any on-site interviews or having any solid evidence?"
"Ahem... You can't say it like that. How can you call it fabrication? Think about it, with the backward industrial level in the east..."
Matsuko interrupted Kuronuma without hesitation: "Excuse me, Editor-in-Chief Kuronuma. As a professional journalist, from the very first day I entered this profession, I have always firmly believed that the life and foundation of journalism is always the truth!"
I absolutely cannot and will never write this report, which has no factual basis whatsoever.
If the editor-in-chief doesn't have any other work to assign, I'm going back to my workstation now.
After saying that, Songzi stood up without hesitation, picked up her handbag, and left the office in her high heels without looking back.
The crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground sounded to Kuronuma like heavy hammer blows to his heart, filling him with immense humiliation.
"Baka! That damned woman!"
"This is utterly disrespectful! If you hadn't been born into such a privileged family, with your arrogant demeanor, I would have had you stripped naked and thrown out..."
Kuronuma was furious for a while, but then he became troubled.
In fact, the large Asahi Shimbun is not short of writers.
If this editor were to promise any benefits, a whole bunch of sycophantic reporters would be scrambling to write this report.
However, without concrete facts, journalists must have sufficient influence.
Now that Songzi's approach is blocked, who should be asked to write this?
Kuronuma's eyes lit up, and he slapped his forehead: "Baka! I was so flustered! If what others write isn't enough, then I'll write it myself!"
"I'm the most senior editor at Asahi Shimbun, and with me personally handling this, the content is absolutely substantial! Moreover..."
"With Mr. Takahashi and his family behind the scenes, this report is sure to go viral!"
Then, that Rising Sun Medal will be mine!
Once I become the editor-in-chief, with all the power in my hands, hehe…
The thought of Matsuko's rounded breasts brought a lewd smile to Kuronuma's face.
the other side.
Miss Matsuko quickly returned to her private office and locked the door.
She walked to the desk, sat down, and then opened her handbag.
He took out a slightly yellowed black and white photograph from a hidden compartment inside the wallet.
In the photo, a tall, upright young man stands in front of a huge, old-fashioned steam locomotive.
His imposing and broad figure blocked the locomotive's enormous searchlight.
Coupled with the thick black smoke billowing from the train chimney in the background, the whole scene is full of the vitality of the industrial age.
Although this is just a flat black and white photograph.
But in Matsuko's eyes, that man gave off an incredibly vibrant and upright feeling.
Miss Matsuko stretched out her slender, fair fingers and, through the photograph, lingered on that handsome, resolute face.
"Patriotic comrade."
Her usually icy eyes, which always seemed to keep strangers at a distance, softened like spring water, overflowing with tenderness and longing.
Ever since returning from the east, Ms. Matsuko has carried this photo with her at all times.
She knew very well that there was absolutely no possibility of a future between them.
But how can emotions be controlled by reason?
Deep down, she was still hopelessly entangled in it, unwilling to let go. It took Miss Matsuko more than ten minutes to finally pull herself out of her reverie and carefully put the photo back into the compartment.
After putting the photos away, Matsuko's keen intuition, typical of a top journalist, returned once again.
Recalling Kuronuma's extremely unusual plan in the editor-in-chief's office just now, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"Although Kurozuma is full of bad intentions, he wouldn't do such a thing for no reason. Once exposed, it wouldn't do him any good either."
Could someone be behind this?
This matter may cause a huge uproar.
"No, I need to inform Kudo."
With that thought in mind, Ms. Songzi stood up, grabbed her handbag, asked a colleague to help her ask for leave, and went to the parking lot.
Among the rows of black cars parked in the parking lot, a rugged bright red SUV stood out from the crowd.
This bright red SUV belongs to Ms. Matsuko.
The large size of the SUV makes it unsuitable for the cramped streets of Tokyo.
However, Ms. Matsuko bought one on the very first day of its release.
The large off-road vehicle sped along the dimly lit streets of Tokyo and arrived at the door of a bookstore in the suburbs.
From the outside, this bookstore looks no different from most secondhand bookstores on the streets of Tokyo.
The first floor is a narrow storefront, crammed with old books and outdated periodicals from all over the world.
Going up the narrow stairs, the second floor is a warehouse used to store miscellaneous items, and also serves as the living quarters for the bookstore owner.
The bookstore clerk was tidying up books in front of the door when she saw Ooyako approaching. She greeted him with a smile, "Oh, Miss Matsuko, what brings you here today?"
Songzi pushed open the car door and jumped out, casually asking, "Has the latest issue of 'Literary Trends' that I ordered arrived?"
"It's here! It's here! The goods just arrived yesterday. The boss specifically asked us to save them for you. They're all on the second floor."
After the waiter invited Ms. Songzi into the bookstore, he looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention, went back to his work.
However, if there were a professionally trained agent here at this moment, they would certainly be able to keenly perceive that this seemingly ordinary bookstore clerk's attention is not on the work at hand at all.
His eyes were constantly scanning the surrounding high points and blind spots, alert to any disturbance.
Songzi went up the wooden stairs to the second floor.
The warehouse on the second floor was dimly lit, and the air was filled with the musty smell of old paper.
A young man in a Zhongshan suit was reading through letters. When he saw Miss Matsuko, he stood up and said, "Miss Matsuko?"
Why did you suddenly come over at this time?
Didn't I warn you before via dead mail that the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department has been very active lately and may have already taken notice of this bookstore?
For safety reasons, I plan to evacuate within the next couple of days and move to a new contact point.
"Comrade Shinichi Kudo, I don't have time to worry about anything else, I have extremely urgent intelligence!"
Without bothering with pleasantries, Matsuko recounted the request from Editor Kuronuma.
"These guys are absolutely heartless!"
If they succeed, it will severely damage our reputation, but don't worry, I'll report it immediately.
Hearing this, Ms. Matsuko breathed a sigh of relief, took the new meeting place from Shinichi Kudo, and left the bookstore.
By this time, it was completely dark outside.
The sea breeze blowing from Tokyo Bay grew stronger, stirring up clouds of dust and trash from the streets.
Miss Matsuko tightened her trench coat, tidied her wind-blown hair, and strode into the dust and darkness.
Her bright red SUV, like a flame in the dark night, roared and tore through the hypocrisy and prosperity of Tokyo's streets.
Thousands of kilometers away in Beijing, the wind picked up, and the black smoke billowing from the trains at the Qianmen Locomotive Depot was blown away.
"My dear Patriot, hiccup... I really enjoyed this big drinking session today!"
I never expected your baijiu to taste so mellow and strong, and your comrades are so warm and hospitable!
Louis, the engineer from the Kingdom of Gaul, was so drunk that his legs were weak and he could barely stand. He was staggering and swaying.
His young assistant, quick-witted and agile, grabbed his arm and supported him.
But the stubborn old man, still unwilling to admit his age, vigorously shook his hands and slurred that he wasn't drunk.
Li Aiguo stood aside, watching Louis's embarrassing situation, and couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time.
This story begins with the successful initial test of the high-speed Oriental tram.
In the following days, the high-speed Oriental tram underwent several more tests, and the data was excellent. It met the standards in terms of speed, safety, and load capacity.
The railway authorities had really made a big splash this time, so they proposed holding a celebration party.
Louis had been helping with testing at the Changxindian Locomotive Factory recently, and upon hearing about this, he offered to participate.
However, due to his special status, the Changxindian Locomotive Factory did not dare to make a decision on its own and could only report it to higher authorities.
Only after the approval from above did the subsequent events take place.
Like many men in the Gallic family, Louis loved fine wine.
I usually only drink wine, and I've never tried baijiu before. Just a few cups and I almost passed out.
"Mr. Louis."
"No! Please call me comrade!" Louis, his eyes glazed with drunkenness, suddenly waved his hand, loudly interrupting Li Aiguo's words, and grabbed his shoulder.
"Patriotic comrade! You, me, we are all good comrades! Cheers to our great friendship!"
Louis's tongue was a bit slurred, and Li Aiguo laughed heartily: "Yes, yes, comrade, Comrade Louis. But you have indeed drunk a bit too much today. Go back and get some rest, and we'll continue discussing technical issues tomorrow."
“Yes, yes, yes, I couldn’t be happier!” Louis’s eyes lit up.
He himself has a technical background, and he feels he has learned a lot from being with Li Aiguo these past few days.
Louis felt that the young man in front of him had great insight, especially regarding the future development of trains and railway systems.
Those insightful views far surpass those so-called experts!
Li Aiguo had Zhou Ke take Louis and his assistant back to the Friendship Hotel, while he himself rode his motorcycle back to the Qianmen Locomotive Depot.
The new electric train has now been basically developed, but the subway system still needs a lot of modifications before it can run on it.
For example, it is necessary to re-lay the overhead rigid contact network and solve the leakage problem of the track power supply isolation.
The tunnel ceiling was equipped with powerful ventilation and smoke extraction ducts, as well as dual-mode radios to ensure uninterrupted underground communication.
In particular, the renovation project of the rigid overhead contact line.
This project requires the extensive use of high-strength busbars and specially designed copper contact wires.
The technical requirements are extremely high, and a slight mistake could lead to a short circuit.
Fortunately, Li Aiguo had already used his points to redeem the complete set of technology in the system, and after spending most of the afternoon, he finally made some progress.
As it grew later, Li Aiguo rode his motorcycle back to the courtyard house.
The courtyard house was as noisy as ever.
Adults sat in the courtyard, enjoying the cool air and eating, while children ran around playing. The air was filled with the warmth of everyday life.
"Aiguo, you're back! I heard your train test was a success. Is it an electric train?" Liu Haizhong asked, bringing his rice bowl closer.
"Uncle is quite well-informed. As for this matter, you'll probably all know about it in a day or two, just by reading the newspapers."
Li Aiguo didn't say much. He greeted Liu Haizhong and the other residents and then went home.
Upon seeing this, Yi Zhonghai said in a sinister tone, "Old Liu, did you see that?"
I said it before: now that Li Aiguo is a leader, he's become arrogant and has seriously lost touch with the masses!
Look at his perfunctory face, he won't even give a straight answer!
"What do you know? Such major achievements are always announced in a unified manner by the authorities, and they may even involve classified information."
"Old Yi, I'm not criticizing you, but you're becoming increasingly petty."
His bangs stood up unusually, and he gave Yi Zhonghai a scolding.
Yi Zhonghai was taken aback.
He's never taken Liu Haizhong seriously, but now he's trying to ride roughshod over him?
Yi Zhonghai looked around and saw that the residents were all looking at him with mockery in their eyes. He could only sigh deeply and turn back into his house.
He sensed that the courtyard house was completely out of control.
When Li Aiguo returned home, Aunt Liu and He Yushui were also there. Chen Xueru had already prepared the meal, and the house was very lively.
"Aiguo, I received a letter from Tianquan the day before yesterday. Both of them have been transferred to the southwest. I don't know if they are in any danger."
The child travels thousands of miles and the mother is worried.
Aunt Liu came here specifically today, and that was actually her main purpose: to ask Li Aiguo about the situation.
The southwest is near the monkeys, and right now Xiaomei's family is having a huge fight with the monkeys.
As Li Aiguo took the towel from Chen Xueru, he said, "Auntie, don't worry, they are doing exploration work and it's impossible for them to get close to the border."
"Really? Now that you say so, I'm relieved." Aunt Liu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Hearing this, He Yushui pouted unhappily and said coquettishly, "Mom! You're being biased!"
I've explained it to you several times already, and I even brought out a map to analyze it for you.
And what happened? You just wouldn't believe my analysis, a respectable university student, and you had to wait for Brother Patriot to speak before you'd believe me!
"Hahaha..." Seeing He Yushui's aggrieved look, Li Aiguo couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Oh, is our college student jealous? Come on, have a big white steamed bun to calm down!"
Chen Xueru chuckled and picked up a white steamed bun from the basket, stuffing it directly into He Yushui's hand, which finally shut the girl up.
The atmosphere inside the room immediately became cheerful again.
Li Aiguo squinted as he ate.
Both Liu Tianquan and Liu Diquan were excellent geological prospectors, but instead of looking for minerals in the Northwest, they were transferred to the Southwest.
Li Aiguo silently calculated the timeline in his mind.
Judging by the timeline, that top-secret project, the 816 Underground Mushroom Project, is about to begin.
And this is precisely the critical period when a large number of geological exploration teams are heading into the mountains to select sites!
Ever since the start of the Third Front construction, considering the things that the Russians and the United States have done.
The mushroom base in Northwest China is too close to the Russians' home.
Therefore, while deciding on the "Third Front Construction," the higher authorities also established a mushroom industry base in the southwest as a strategic rear area.
According to the original plan, if the entire base were completed and put into operation, the scale of Project 816 would far exceed that of Factory 404 in Northwest China, becoming the largest mushroom bomb raw material production base at that time!
However, in the original historical trajectory...
Because this project involves manually excavating underground caves deep in the mountains, the scale of the project is enormous and the construction costs are extremely high.
The "816 Project" was halted just when it had already completed its main construction and only needed some additional investment to go into production and become a military weapon.
Of course, the situation changed dramatically at the time, and there was nothing wrong with that decision.
But as someone who came after, it still makes people feel sorry for him.
Just look at Dalang's family and then look at Xiaowu's family, and you'll understand.
True peace is never bestowed upon us through the pity of others or through empty treaties.
Instead, it depends on having the absolute strength to wipe out the opponent!
Having no sword and having a sword but not using it are two different things!
"If the construction costs could be reduced on August 816th, it might be completed soon."
Thinking about these things, Li Aiguo finished dinner and went into his study to continue working.
The results of the electric train project were announced earlier than Li Aiguo had anticipated.
The next morning, Li Aiguo had just woken up when he heard Liu Haizhong's voice.
"Great news! Fantastic news! Everyone in the neighborhood, come out and read the newspaper! Our country's new electric train has been successfully developed!"
"Is this the kind of busy work that Patriot Brothers have been doing lately?"
"Hey, don't just read it by yourself, read a passage to me!!"
When Li Aiguo got dressed and went outside, there were already many residents gathered around Liu Haizhong by the pool. Liu Haizhong was holding a newspaper and speaking in the crowd.
"Breaking news! Warmest congratulations to the Research and Development Studio of Qianmen Locomotive Depot of the Ministry of Railways of my country, in conjunction with Changxindian Locomotive Factory, for successfully developing the world's fastest and highest-performing 'Extreme Speed Dongfang' electric train!"
"Whoosh!"
A gasp of surprise erupted from the crowd.
"World's fastest? Has this broken the world record?"
Who holds the world record now?
"You don't know this? It's that Shinkansen thing that the Japanese came up with!"
They say it's as fast as flying!
When the residents heard that the train Li Aiguo had spearheaded was actually putting the Shinkansen, which the Japanese were so proud of, underfoot, they were shocked.
The residents were even more excited and proud.
"Our patriotic brother has really brought honor to us this time!"
"Wow, that's really impressive!"
Seeing Li Aiguo come out carrying a washbasin, the sharp-eyed Xu Damao quickly called out.
"Hey, hey, hey! Make way, make way!"
"Our great hero, Comrade Patriot, is coming! Everyone, please make way!"
Li Aiguo didn't refuse. He took an enamel basin, filled it with water, and squatted down to wash his face.
Qin Huairu was washing clothes when she saw everyone surrounding Li Aiguo, and her feelings were very complicated.
If she hadn't changed her mind back then, she would also be a part of Li Aiguo's honors today.
Tears of regret welled up in her eyes, and she bit her lip tightly.
For the first time in her life, Qin Huairu felt so strongly that she had really made the wrong choice back then.
She was filled with remorse.
Yi Zhonghai also came over at this moment.
Seeing this, his face darkened, and he turned around and went home.
An older woman was puzzled to see Yi Zhonghai return without even washing his face, but upon hearing the cheers outside, she understood what was going on.
"Old man, let it go... From now on, let's not argue about things in the courtyard anymore, and let's not worry about so much."
Let's close the door and live our own lives properly, okay?
This time, Yi Zhonghai couldn't utter a single word.
(End of this chapter)