Volume 3: Underground Emperor Chapter 27: Red Army
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"Nothing, I was just talking when I was bored!" Dong Xinlei understood the old man's intention, and wanted to train him to be the next generation of Hongmen successor. Then Xie Wendong should first learn more about the affairs of the underworld. Especially with his personality, what he did would not be accepted in the underworld.
Xie Wendong laughed and didn't take it to heart. When they arrived at the classroom, Dong Xinlei followed Xie Wendong in. Although everyone saw that he was not in his class, no one asked him anything. The instructor of Xie Wendong's class was old and confused. He couldn't even remember all the students in his class, and he was too lazy to take care of other things. His job was to take attendance before class and tell the students about the school's call. The instructor's surname was Fu, and he was in his sixties. He should have retired a long time ago, but he came to adult education to support himself, and he could still get a salary of more than 2,000 yuan a month.
This class is the most famous "Ma Yuan" (Principles of Marxism), a famous lullaby, which is originally dull, boring and useless. Coupled with the teacher's "wonderful" speech and unique "charming" voice, the students lie down one after another, "Hu, hu" sounds one after another. The teacher who taught Ma Yuan once said this, I know that Ma Yuan's course is very boring, everyone can sleep in class, but you can't snore!
Xie Wendong once thought that if he recorded a clip of the teacher's lecture and played it when the lights were turned off in the dormitory, it would definitely help to cure everyone's bad habit of not wanting to sleep at night.
When the second class was over, Dong Xinlei couldn't help it and said to Xie Wendong: "Brother Dong, I just had some bread for lunch. Let's go out and eat something now!"
Wen Zi heard the voices and opened her sleepy eyes and asked, "Is school over?! Then let's go!"
Xie Wendong shook his head. He himself found this lesson boring, not to mention Dong Xinlei and Wenzi. He took out a meal card and said generously to the two of them: "Okay, I'll treat you two to a meal. I'll swipe the card! Haha!"
The three of them went to the cafeteria of H University. Xie Wendong bought a cup of Coke, then handed the meal card to Dong Xinlei and went to watch TV. At this time, the video of China's newly appointed Prime Minister Zhu Rongji answering reporters' questions was playing. Xie Wendong was drinking and watching, and suddenly there was a snort next to him. Xie Wendong was stunned and turned his head to look. There was a handsome young man sitting three meters away from him, with contempt flashing in his eyes from time to time. Seeing Xie Wendong looking at him, he nodded and smiled at him.
Xie Wendong found this person interesting and asked, "You look like you look down on this new prime minister?!"
"Haha!" the man laughed, "People in power are all the same!"
Xie Wendong was stunned, not because of what he said, but because of his stiff pronunciation. He asked, "You are not Chinese?"
The man said: "You are right, I am Japanese!"
"Oh!" Xie Wendong nodded. The Japanese looked no different from the Chinese, and he was dressed very Chinese. If it weren't for his stiff pronunciation, it would be hard to tell that he was Japanese. Although Xie Wendong didn't have a good impression of Japan, he didn't want to kill anyone. It was a bit of a novelty to talk to a native Japanese for the first time, so he smiled and said, "You speak Chinese very well, are you studying in China?"
"Well! My Chinese name is Wuming, nice to meet you!" the man stretched out his hand.
"My name is Xie Wendong!" The two shook hands, and Xie Wendong asked, "What did you come to China to study?"
"I'm studying Chinese history! I'm very interested in the peasant uprisings in ancient China!" Wuming said in a trance: "As long as there are classes, there will be no equality. Inequality will naturally lead to resistance."
"Oh!" Xie Wendong was not interested in these and asked, "I just saw that you looked down on the Chinese leaders, so what do you think of the Japanese leaders?"
Wuming sneered, "They are all the same, all old antiques. Look at the Japanese parliament, the members are all old men over 50 years old, and it's the same in China! Those in power are old men who are about to die. They are conservative in thinking, unable to do things boldly, and lack the courage of young people. They should have given way to young people long ago! A perfect society should not have a government..." Wuming stopped and said in surprise, "This should be the first day we met, right?!"
Xie Wendong didn't know why he asked that, so he nodded and said, "That's right!"
"Damn it! I don't know why I'm telling you all this, and you wouldn't understand even if I tell you. Hehe, sooner or later I will change this status quo. The emperor, the prime minister, the country, they're all rubbish!" After saying that, Wuming stood up and left. After walking for a while, he turned back and said, "Mr. Xie, don't treat me as a psychopath. I'm normal! Although this is the first day we met, you give me a very familiar feeling. In fact, you and I are the same kind of people!" After saying that, he threw a small red card to Xie Wendong and walked out of the cafeteria.
The card fell on the table in front of Xie Wendong. Just now, Xie Wendong did regard him as mentally ill. He was a good person, but suddenly became a paranoid. Alas! Xie Wendong sighed, picked up the red card and looked at it carefully, but didn't see anything special.
At this time, Dong Xinlei came over and asked, "Brother Dong, who was that person who was talking to you just now?"
"A Japanese! He seems to be a Japanese with mental problems, haha!" Xie Wendong shook his head and laughed. He handed the red card to Dong Xinlei and said, "He gave it to me before he left. Have you seen this thing?"
Dong Xinlei took the red card, looked at it carefully, and said solemnly: "If I remember correctly, this card is... Brother Dong, what did he say to you?"
Xie Wendong repeated Wuming's words and said with a smile, "If he is not delusional, what is he?"
Dong Xinlei paused and said, "That's right! That person is not delusional, this card comes from a terrorist organization! The man just now should be a member of the largest terrorist organization in Japan! That is the world-famous terrorist group - the Red Army!"
"Puff!" Xie Wendong spat out the Coke he had just drunk and said in surprise: "What? Japan's largest terrorist organization?" He had never heard of the Red Army, but he knew about terrorist organizations. They were always associated with assassination, sabotage, and explosions.
"That's right!" Dong Xinlei shook the card in his hand and said, "Only the Red Army has this kind of thing, no one dares to imitate it! I just don't know what the Red Army is doing in China. Are they tired of sabotaging Japan and are they planning to sabotage China? And what's the purpose of giving you this card? I don't know much about the Red Army either."
Xie Wendong laughed, took the red card back from Dong Xinlei, and asked, "Is the Red Army a sabotage organization?"
Dong Xinlei nodded and said, "You can say that, but it's not absolute. Anyway, it's an anti-government organization that believes in anarchism! The Red Army has planned many bombings in Japan, and I don't know how many people died at their hands!"
Xie Wendong laughed secretly after hearing this and said to himself: "Terrorist organization! Interesting, maybe I can use them to deal with the Soul Group in the future! If I cooperate with them, there may be many benefits..."
Dong Xinlei shook his head when he saw this, feeling that Xie Wendong seemed to have never known what fear was. The Red Army was not an ordinary terrorist group. Since its establishment in the 1960s and 1970s, it had been resisting the Japanese government and had not been destroyed. This was not accidental, but because it was indeed powerful. Cooperating with them was undoubtedly a conspiracy with the tiger.
In fact, Xie Wendong was just thinking about it. He was not arrogant enough to think that he had the ability to cooperate with the Red Army, nor did he position himself as a terrorist.
In the evening, Xie Wendong received a call from the old man, asking him to come over for dinner. Xie Wendong wanted to go to the restaurant with Li Shuang and other brothers to have a good gathering in the evening, but he couldn't refuse the old man's kindness. After all, he was his master, and he had an indescribable respect for the old man in his heart.
Dong Xinlei drove Xie Wendong there. The last time he went back, he was injured and didn't have a good look at the appearance of the villa. This time, he specially asked Dong Xinlei to drive around the villa. The feeling was just one word - big! It would cost a lot of money to have such a big villa. Xie Wendong couldn't help but ask curiously: "Old Lei, doesn't the Hongmen have no influence in H City? How can there be such a big villa?"
Dong Xinlei smiled and said, "That's nothing. I only spent over 2 million to buy it. The old man can't stay in a hotel when he comes to H City. It's not safe there, and the service is poor, so he bought a house to live in for a while!"
Just to make do with it and live here for a while??! Xie Wendong thought to himself, will he die if he doesn’t brag?! The villa he bought for more than 2 million yuan is just to make do with it and live here for a while! Xie Wendong’s expression was seen by Dong Xinlei, who laughed and said, “I’m not bragging. Not only here, the old man will buy a house every time he goes to a strange place, even in J City. After all, the old man’s safety is the first priority, and this little money is simply not worth mentioning to the Hongmen.”
Xie Wendong was secretly surprised. He had never asked the old man how the Hongmen relied on making money to maintain itself. He asked, "What kind of business does the Hongmen do?"
"That's too many. You can ask the old man when you meet him. I can't remember exactly how many kinds there are." Dong Xinlei was telling the truth. The Hongmen had all kinds of business, involving both black and white, and even had business dealings with several countries.
Xie Wendong nodded, thinking that he would definitely ask the old man for clarification later. This was a good reference. He didn't want to be a person who sold cocaine all his life and never see the light of day. The longer he was in the underworld, the more he wanted to come to the surface. The white business was the best cover for the black nature.
As soon as the car drove into the villa compound, Xie Wendong saw the old man standing downstairs with a smile on his face. He hurriedly got out of the car and walked over, saying respectfully, "Old man, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long!"
"Haha, it's good for young people to be polite, but don't be too polite, or you'll lose your spirit!" The old man pulled Xie Wendong into the house. Xie Wendong felt something was missing, and suddenly remembered that Jin Rong was not there, so he asked, "Grandpa, where is Rongrong?"
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