"I will ask Comrade Feiyu to convey it."

...

It's night.

Cheng Qianfan and Liu Xia, who came to Shanghai to "invited him to Ning", boarded the "Chaoyu" from Shanghai to Nanjing.

"Have the work been arranged?" Liu Xia asked.

"It's arranged." Cheng Qianfan yawned and said.

"Whether Mr. Wang or the Secretary-General, they attach great importance to the Japanese visiting group to Ning." Liu Xia said, "If the Japanese can promptly announce the recognition of the new regime immediately, it will be a great achievement."

She handed Cheng Qianfan a cigarette, "Some people are not very happy that you are valued by the Secretary-General at a young age. They say that you are too young and have insufficient qualifications. This is a good opportunity for you to make contributions to block those people's mouths."

"Who?" Cheng Qianfan asked immediately.

Seeing that Cheng Qianfan didn't mention anything else, he actually asked who he was. Liu Xia sneered in her heart, and pretended to be united in the same hatred and said the names of several people.

"I thought he was a respected person. It turned out to be a few outdated old and young men." Cheng Qianfan snorted coldly, and then asked in surprise, "If these old and young men don't go to Manchuria, why are they going to our place to mess with each other?"

At this moment, Cheng Qianfan saw the contents of the newspaper in his hand, and his face immediately became gloomy. "The literati was mean and sarcastic, and the reporter had bad intentions. It should be killed!"

Liu Xia looked over and saw this sentence in the newspaper:

The country did not last long, Emperor Yuan lasted for more than 80 days; the border was cemetery, and the Wang regime was three or two streets.

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