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Nanjing National Government.
Zongde walked to the door and was stopped by guards.
"I'm looking for Secretary-General Sun." Zong De said, sending his business card to the guard.
"Wait a while, I will tell you later." The guard said as he went to the door and called.
"You can go in, the sixth room on the third floor." The guard called and greeted Zongde.
Zongde found the Sixth Chamber and knocked on the door. He only heard "Come in" inside, and pushed the door in.
"Secretary-General Sun," Zong De entered the door, saw Sun Zhimin sitting at his desk, and shouted humbly.
"Come on." Sun Zhimin waved his hand, greeted Zongde to sit down on the sofa, and asked: "The freight is here? No trouble, right?"
"All the goods arrived and everything went smoothly," Zong De said.
"That's good." Sun Zhimin moved his body closer to Zongde and said: "I have asked the ****** for instructions. He welcomes you to abandon the dark and cast the light, and instructs you to return to Jiujiang again to prepare for the anti-Japanese war. Now the Japanese devils are eyeing their eyes. , The War of Resistance Against Japan is imminent."
"I will start preparing as soon as I go back." Zongde nodded repeatedly and said, "How do I bring some people to settle?"
"You give me the name list and resume, and it's no problem to accept it. Put it under your hands first." Sun Zhimin replied.
"Okay." Zongde replied. Then, he took out a banknote from his pocket and said: "This banknote is not respectable, please accept it." Zongde put his hands on the desk of Secretary-General Sun.
Zongde came out of the Nanjing National Government, bowed his head, and hurriedly walked to the Nanjing Wharf. I was walking to the pier and bumped into the oncoming people. Zongde looked up, and he didn't expect it to be Jiang Zhiyuan from his hometown.
"Zhiyuan, why are you in Nanjing?" Zongde asked suspiciously.
The young man named Zhiyuan with delicate eyebrows, wearing gold-wire glasses, heard Zongde call his name, and raised his eyes to look at each other. When he saw Zongde clearly, he was very surprised and asked, "Where are you tall?"
"What's high, I'm not going to eat in Jiujiang." Zongde replied.
"In these days and months, it's good if you get a good meal," Zhiyuan said.
"That is." Zongde said perfunctorily, and asked: "Aren't you studying in the UK? How did you come to Nanjing?"
"After I graduated, my mentor introduced me to work in a British firm in Shanghai. Isn't this coming to Nanjing to help a silk factory owner build a yarn factory?"
"Spin with a machine?" Zongde asked.
"Yes, I majored in mechanics." Zhiyuan replied while asking: "Where is Shiyu? How is she now?"
"Fortunately, you still remember Shi Yu, isn't she in Jiujiang well?" Zongde replied.
"Why don't you remember Shi Yu, we are still in the same class in Fengcheng Middle School! She is a beautiful school flower!" Zhiyuan recalled, "It was you who took care of other people's career. I really don't know what you use. What kind of entanglement her can't get away."
"Forget it, let's stop here. I'm going to fight everywhere now, and I'm about to ask Shigure to go back to my hometown to hide!" Zongde interrupted when he wanted to take the opportunity to get out.
"So, wait a minute," Zhiyuan took out his pen from his pocket, took out a notebook, tore a piece of paper, and said while writing a letter from home, "You ask Shiyu to help me bring this letter to my dad. I am. After my wife passed away, my sister Ganoderma lucidum was married again, and my father took care of my daughter. It was a real loss to him. I heard that my sister’s brother-in-law passed away as soon as my sister married to Xia’s family. I plan to go home soon. My Father."
Qiuping waited impatiently on the boat and went ashore to find Zongde. She saw Zongde talking to someone at the dock and shouted: "Brother, where have you been? Why have you been so long? I thought you would never come back!"
Zhiyuan heard Qiuping call Zongde his "brother", so strange, he asked, "Who is she?"
"You didn't listen to her call?" Zongde said vaguely.
"Where did you come from such a beautiful sister, why don't I know?" Zhiyuan asked strangely.
"Examined." Zongde said half-jokingly and half-seriously, and urged Zhiyuan to say: "Quickly write, quickly write, don't worry about so much!"